"If there is not the thirteenth level of Qi training, but the seven treasure foundation building pills, you must have reached the thirteenth level. Take the seven treasure foundation building pills to resist the thunder punishment and successfully build the foundation. Therefore, this technique has been achieved, and the pill formula has been passed down in the world!"

This thunder punishment will not change due to the strength of an individual. Since the ancestors can successfully overcome it, why can't he do it?

What's more, he still has mysterious space, so he doesn't believe that when the thunder tribulation comes, he will still die like a giant tree and planted.

Just as he thought of this, Chen Mo suddenly changed his expression and found something wrong. He suddenly looked at the thunder clouds in the void.

"No, the ferocious plant was completely killed by thunder. The thunder cloud should be dissipated, but at this time."

"Does it mean?"

Chen Mo's eyes lit up, and he looked at the place where the thunder punishment had just struck. Sure enough, after a while, as the lightning arc dissipated, a thousand-mountain blood with only one petal appeared in front of Chen Mo and others.

For some reason, Chen Mo briefly lost his sense of it, but the blood of thousands of mountains is still alive.

Although the body was covered with cracks and looked miserable at this time, the only petal still emitted a faint light, as if it was declaring his existence.

Those who practice far and near are all shocked.

The attack just now, just the impact of the qi explosion, had already caused their qi and blood to surge. You can imagine how terrifying the seventh heavenly thunder was.

Although this fierce plant is also extremely powerful, how can it survive under the power of heaven and earth?

However, facts have proved that the impossible in their hearts is only limited to their hearts.

As everyone was shaking, the middle-aged scholar appeared again, but at this moment he was extremely embarrassed. His head was charred by most of his blood, and his body was covered with cracks, which seemed to be shattered into a pile of small pieces of flesh at any time.

The middle-aged scholar seemed to have not realized his injuries. The blood-colored little flower beside him now melted a large amount of sunflower and Lihuo into the middle-aged scholar's body.

The body of the middle-aged scholar was repaired very quickly, the burning on his body gradually faded away, the cracks slowly healed, and soon they returned to their appearance before the thunder tribulation.

The middle-aged literary scholar's morale was still graceful, with no solemnity, no tension or fear in his expression. It seemed that in his opinion, the thunder disaster in front of him was just a small bump in his life process.

The strong wind blew, pulling his blood robe and trembling. A few muffled thunder sounded from the sky. Then he slowly raised his head and looked at the catastrophe clouds that were still gathering at this moment.

I'm afraid this blow can't be stopped.

The middle-aged scholar sighed, but there was no fear or anxiety in his heart, but he was just a little reluctant and regretful.

Carrying his hands, the dark sea in his eyes was as deep as this dark and dark ocean. He looked at the thunder clouds, looked back at the passing of rebirth, and gently opened his bloody lips.

In the past, I was a grass plant, and I happened to meet the Immortal Master next to the ancient road.

A gust of fragrance blew over the feather sleeves, and thousands of clouds surrounded the colorful clothes.

Every word is mysterious, and I am foolish and wise

The middle-aged cultivator said slowly, and he pinched the seal and turned into a huge flower as his body rolled blood.

Then the flowers quickly closed and finally protected the broken Thousand Mountain Blood in it.

With his fierce cultivation at this time, he had already reached the state of being out of his original body, but Chen Mo did not understand why he still had to protect his broken body.

When Chen Mo's thought flashed, the eighth thunder punishment that had been nurturing for a long time was finally completed. The sky was windy and thunder. In the blink of an eye, a thunder that was only one foot thick but seemed to be infected by black ink, like an evil dragon, roaring and hitting the blood of thousands of feet.

At that moment, there was no strong roar, no dazzling light, and only dead silence, and the black thunder seemed to be just blending into the blood of thousands of mountains.

The huge bloody body of Qianshan seemed to have no huge changes, and it still took root in the air, covering the sky and the sun, only the color changed from blood to grayish white. Seeing this scene, everyone was surprised: "What's going on? Did it block it?"

However, the next moment, the wind comes.

The huge spiritual plant that covered the sky and the sun rolled up a large piece of dust, just like a mortal blowing up the dust of a piece of artifact that had been on display for a long time.

It was under this breeze that cracks began to appear on the gray-white surface of the huge spiritual plant, and then spread from the huge flowers to its rhizomes, and a large amount of gray-white began to fall.

Finally, as the first gray-white petal collapsed and smashed into the sea water, the other seven gray-white petals instantly collapsed into a pair of gray-white powder, and piled up into a gray-white island on the black ocean.

Looking at the ashes of the island, many cultivators were once again shocked.

It’s not that the evil plant is not strong enough, but that the punishment of heaven was too domineering. At this moment, they understood what it means to have no chance of life under heaven.

But at this moment, a residual flower flew out, cracks on the bloody branches, charred black, and the only remaining petal was full of charred perforations...

It's actually not destroyed yet?

Without allowing them to think too much, the remaining plants seemed to have sensed and suddenly rushed towards Chen Mo and others at an extremely fast speed.

The thunder clouds in the sky rolled, and Chen Mo was in the direction of the sky, and suddenly felt a suffocating oppression. A kind of cultivator was so scared that his souls were all rushing to escape.

Chen Mo's expression also changed drastically and he left quickly, but the remaining blood chased him and approached Chen Mo hundreds of feet in a blink of an eye.

The sky was filled with clouds, and the more powerful force, Chen Mo's eyes flashed sharply, and the thunder talisman suddenly activated, and three thunder powers instantly hit the remains.

The blazing light wrapped the remains of thousands of mountains of blood, and at the same time, Chen Mo clearly felt that the last little vitality of the remains was cut off by him.

He sighed slightly in his heart. He originally hoped that the Thousand Mountains of Blood could survive the thunder tribulation, but he did not expect that he would not be buried under the sky thunder. Instead, the last trace of vitality was cut off in his hands.

"Has I cut off my hope?"

Chen Mo mocked himself for a moment and looked up slightly. At this time, he saw that the thunder clouds in the sky were slowly dissipating. However, just as the thunder clouds were about to completely dissipate, they rolled again and thunder flashed.

Everyone on the side was shocked, thinking that the thunder tribulation had begun again, but after a while, the cloud of ink rolled and finally disappeared.

Chen Mo was also surprised, but at this moment, he noticed a strange fluctuation. When he looked at it, he saw that the Qianshan blood residue that had been hit by three thunder power had regained his vitality again. And under Chen Mo's perception, the blood evil aura in his body was changing towards a masculinity.

This Qianshan Blood actually escaped the ninth level of thunder tribulation?

Seeing this, Chen Mo was delighted. No matter what, the blood of Qianshan Mountain was not buried under the heavenly disaster, and finally let him see hope.

The road ahead is difficult, but it is never a dead end.

There are many disasters along the way of cultivation, but there will be a glimmer of hope.

But as strong as the blood of thousands of mountains, the ancient trees in the Seven-Leaf Spirit all avoided a disaster by taking advantage of tricks. If he wants to achieve the great way and resist all disasters, he must be stronger, reaching the level that everyone has not reached, and reaching the ultimate that a cultivator can achieve.

"I want to practice qi at the thirteenth level!"

This is a cry from Chen Mo's heart, not a joking wish made by him by the time he was ignorant.

As Chen Mo's heart burst out with a sense of prosperity and thoughts were clear, the broken thousand-mountain blood rushed to Chen Mo with lightning speed.
Chapter completed!