"Sister Huanhuan, how do you look like?"

Lu Xin'er hurried over, speaking Mandarin with a strong local accent, and looked at her with worry in her eyes.

Xu Huan shook his head, his face as pale as paper.

With a pop, a bright red color came out of his mouth.

"Yeah! So much blood."

Xu Huan took a breath and said: "I was not injured. This was the backlash caused by the shattered flying sword."

Lu Xin'er breathed a sigh of relief and immediately asked:

"Have you seen Brother Guanzhu?"

Xu Huan shook her head with gloomy eyes. Before she could fly far, most of her mana had been consumed.

Her strength is still far behind...

Hearing this, Lu Xin'er rolled up her sleeves and mustered up the courage to say:

"Let me try (si) live (huo) for a while."

"Don't! Don't go. If we go there, it will cause trouble."

Xu Huan stretched out his hand to stop her.

Lu Xin'er hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.

Can they just sit there and wait for the final outcome?

Xu Huan felt unwilling and gritted his silver teeth.

Suddenly he stood up with difficulty and walked quickly towards the main hall.

…

town.

Cheng Fan was shot down so fast, and with the added lightning, the naked eye could only see a huge lightning bolt.

But there were still some 4k ultra-high-definition cameras that captured a clue, which later caused a storm on the Internet.

But that's all for later, people are still panic-stricken now.

Upper Bound.

Seeing Cheng Fan being severely injured by the fifth thunderbolt, he fell all the way from a height of ten thousand feet to the depths of the ground. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Leibu Masami breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweat, and quietly glanced at the old man beside him.

The corners of the lips of the white-faced and white-bearded old man curved up, and he seemed to be secretly happy when he saw Lei Bu Zhengshen.

He glared at him coldly.

"When did the Immortal Tribulation become so weak? It actually took five steps to knock him down?"

"If I don't urge you, are you going to make it impossible for a mere little cultivator of Jindan to transcend the tribulation and ascend?"

Leibu Masami felt very innocent and said with a sad face:

"Sir, it's not that the little god is unwilling to help. The little god can only temporarily deceive the secret of heaven with the help of that adult."ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

"But the strength of the Heavenly Tribulation is not fixed. The boy's realm is too low, so this Tribulation Thunder is not as powerful as when it encounters ordinary Tribulation Crossing monks."

"It's just that this kid has a lot of cards, which is why he has survived until now. Look, this kid doesn't even have any scum left!"

Raibu Masami said with a sarcastic smile.

This groveling look made his hair, which was as straight as steel needles, seem to be bent a little.

"That's all, go back and wait to receive the reward."

The white-faced old man waved his hands in relief, turned around and left.

But before he could take two steps, he suddenly felt an even more violent force surge up in the world.

He turned suddenly and looked down into the world.

"It's a Brontosaurus!"

Leibe Masami's expression changed drastically.

"What's going on? Isn't that kid dead?"

The old man scolded sternly.

"The sense of heavenly calamity is unmistakable. This child is not dead yet."

"Hmph! Then keep beating him! He must be beaten to ashes!"

The white-faced, beardless old man's eyes seemed to be quenched with poison, shining with a dark light.

'If you want to blame it, it's your face. It doesn't matter who you look like. You have to look like that man!'

"Yes! The little god obeys!"

…

Dishui looks at a hilltop a hundred feet away.

Thunder and lightning scorched the entire mountaintop, turning turf, trees, and rocks into powder.

The surviving animals in the nearby area fled with their families and families.

There was a large, human-shaped pit in the center where the blackest part was the most charred.

If you don't look carefully, you can hardly tell whether it is charred land or a bottomless pit.

This huge pit goes a hundred feet deep into the ground, and the depth is almost endless.

A human figure is twisted and stuck in the crack of the stone, which is strange and inexplicable.

His chest was rising and falling slightly, and he was still breathing.

This person was none other than Cheng Fan, who was blasted underground by the sudden fifth catastrophe.

There was a slight sense of coolness on the face.

He has the ability to see in the dark, and the coolness comes from the occasional stream of water spraying out of the wall.

There must be an underground river nearby.

Cheng Fan thought this.

With a flash of consciousness, Cheng Fan immediately confirmed his position.

He slowly raised his arms and began to move his limbs.

'The fifth lightning disaster came so unexpectedly that I had almost no defense...but I didn't die?'

'Not even seriously injured? Just some minor trauma?'

Cheng Fan sighed softly, with a hint of surprise in his tone, and his consciousness scanned his body.

The golden elixir is still spinning rapidly and never stops.

The body recovered quickly under the residual power of the Shengsheng Good Fortune Pill.

But he clearly remembered that his old strength had not been used up and his new strength had not been regenerated, and his sword energy had not yet been unleashed. He had only time to use the Yin and Yang energy to resist.

Although he knows that the yin and yang are very powerful, they are not that great!

The next moment, Cheng Fan suddenly seemed to have thought of something, and immediately touched the dark purple, gorgeous and somewhat coquettish robe called "Xinghan Brilliant" on his body.

"Hiss—! Is this a Taoist weapon?"

Cheng Fan was secretly speechless. He could almost see the electric light flowing on his clothes, but it was completely isolated by this elementary Taoist weapon.

'System, is it dead? If it's not dead, let me know. I want to check the durability of the Taoist weapon.'

【squeak】

[Elementary Taoist Artifact: Xinghan Brilliant]

[Damage degree: 88%]

Cheng Fan clicked his tongue, quite surprised.

It is not difficult to see that this Taoist weapon helped him resist a lot of harm.

Cheng Fan stood up slowly. There were no leaks in his clothes.

The appearance is just a manifestation of Taoism, and the essence of Taoism has actually been separated from the "form".

Before this Taoist artifact is completely broken, its shape can change according to Cheng Fan's thoughts.

At the same time, the eyes of the thunder dragon in the sky gradually lit up.

A world-destroying terrifying aura was locked on Cheng Fan's body.

Cheng Fan's mouth twitched sharply.

'This is really going to end.'
To be continued...