"Boom..."

Thunder keeps coming.

Thunderstorms all over the sky fell, and deep pits were smashed on the ground.

The whole world was filled with a breath of destruction.

"Thunder's will..." Chen Changsheng continued to repeat this sentence, his eyes became dissipated, and his eyes were empty and the potholes on the ground.

The Chen family of Zhutian is best at marksmanship. Although he has been a child, his understanding of thunder is only general. In his impression, the thunder that specializes in restraining the ghosts and ghosts has endless destructive power.

Standing in this thunderstorm of souls, the aura of destruction filled his senses was also the rich and indelible aura of destruction.

Even the Soul Annihilation Thunderstorm is like this...

Not to mention other thunder.

"This will of thunder, besides destruction, will it have vitality?" Chen Changsheng felt irritated in his heart, and his whole body seemed to be crazy, and his eyes turned red.

"He... he was crazy?" Seeing Chen Changsheng's expression, the ancient soul of the Nuwa clan was only slightly stunned and sighed with regret: "So what if the heart of Tao is as solid as a rock? I don't have enough understanding. It's just that the Holy Body Realm is cultivation. I want to learn about the mysterious magical techniques such as the Three Thousand Thunder Tribulations. It would be too whimsical."

"His understanding is indeed a little bit worse. He was actually in a devilish way in the Soul Annihilation Thunderstorm." The girl of the Wa clan shook her head secretly, and said with some regret: "It seems that I overestimated him a little. She condensed the holy body and couldn't even resist the first level of the Heaven and Earth furnace..."

The cultivation of the Wa clan girl is not weak.

She is also a direct descendant of Nuwa Temple, so she naturally knows that the person who was trapped in a devilish way during her cultivation was like walking into a dead corner. If she wanted to come out again, it would be hundreds of times more difficult than referring to the next level of the three thousand thunder tribulations...

In her eyes, Chen Changsheng is already a dead person. How long he can last depends on the power of these soul-absorbing thunderstorms.

"Yaaa..." The Turtle Soul on the side stared at the girl of the Wa tribe and the ancient soul, and started to gesture with his hands and feet.

The girl of Wa tribe was slightly stunned and asked subconsciously: "What is it talking about?"

"I'm crazy..." The ancient soul of the Nuwa clan raised his eyelids and looked at the turtle soul mockingly, saying, "It said, that boy will definitely be able to comprehend the three thousand thunder tribulations. Humph! I bet that he can't even resist an hour."

"Yaaa." Turtle Soul straightened up, looked at the ancient soul of the Nuwa clan with an unhappy look, and started shouting.

"You want to bet with me?" The ancient soul of the Nuwa clan was stunned and looked at the Turtle Soul and said in surprise.

Turtle soul nodded and looked at the ancient soul of the Nuwa clan with a provocative look on her face.

"Okay...what are you gambled?" The ancient soul of the Nuwa clan pursed his lips, his eyes stayed on the turtle soul's sky monument for a moment, and slowly said, "If you lose, give me the celestial monument, how about it?"

"Yaaa..." Turtle Soul nodded vigorously, and his cute little claws started to gesture again.

Swish!

Seeing its gesture, the beautiful face of the ancient soul of the Nuwa clan, which was similar to the girl, suddenly turned red. She spat in a low voice, then glared at the Turtle Soul viciously and said, "Okay... I'll bet on him, I won't be able to survive this soul-absorbing thunderstorm."

"Yaaaa."

The girl of the Wa tribe standing beside him was stunned when she saw Gu Hun's blushing face. She was stunned for a long time before she asked, "Xiao Ling, what did you bet on?"

"Nothing." The ancient soul of the Nuwa clan shook his head vigorously.
Chapter completed!