Chapter 775: Seven hundred seventy-seventh tree man Wang Dujie
Chapter 775, 777th Tree Wang Dujie
It's just ... the tree man Wang Gangzhi had a good injury, and he ushered in the Mahayana Thunder. Can she pass this difficulty smoothly?
However, when Xu Chunniang Shen Ning was silent, the more the clouds in the sky became more and more, the black clouds were crushed, and the momentum was forced.
Seeing that she didn't leave, the tree man laughed and pushed her away for dozens of miles away with a soft force.
"If you don't leave, you will accompany me to the robbery!"
Xu Chunniang did not resist, and let this force push her to Lingtan.
As soon as I stood firmly, I heard the roar of thunder, and came from the distance.
As soon as she moved, she stepped into the old cypress tree and looked at the direction of thunder.
The momentum of the Mahayana Lei Hao is much larger than the refined Thunder robbery she has recently passed.
From the Mahayana period, to the Yuan infant period, the monks of the entire tree kingdom were alarmed by this sudden thunderbolt.
Numerous trees either stopped things in their hands, or woke up from the sleep, and paid attention to this mine.
Xu Chunniang didn't speak, in fact, she didn't have an answer in her heart.
Lao Baishu's frowning tightly, his eyes were full of worry.
"She is still so young, her body is weak, and she does not know if she can survive this thunderbolt."
"Wang Shang is still alive!"
Gui Zhi hit a cry, holding it hard.
As the last three thunder fell, the height of the trunk shrank again, leaving only a large and empty stump.
Xu Chunniang was shocked and quickly reached out to pick it up.
In the fifth round, the king was injured. How can I boil in the next three rounds?
Large branches and leaves were cut off by thunder, and some places were even smoked by thunder light, and the fire light was burning.
There are even more trees who can't help but shout, "What are you waiting for king, why don't you use the spring of life to heal!"
Budu is very wonderful, but there are also a lot of taboos. It can only be counted as lower monks or things than herself.
Xu Chunniang's face was dark, and she was a hexagram who had a hexagram who had more than two or three realms.
Xu Chunniang smiled slightly and did not participate in the carnival of the tree people, and silently returned to Lingtan.
Xu Chunniang waved his hand without comparing Guizhi.
"Quietly, Wang Shang is crossing the robbery, so don't tell her to be distracted!"
The thunder is ruthless. This is something that every monk must experience, and no one can replace it.
It's just that this tree trunk does not look wonderful, and it may be destroyed at any time.
Countless tree people cheered, and they were full of excitement and joy.
It coincided with Xiao Jinlian swimming, and happily spit a bubble at her, but almost didn't plant it in the water.
Guizhi showed a disappointed look on his face, "Is that so? I thought it could be calculated by everything."
"Don't cry, the king hasn't died yet! You are crying here, not auspicious."
Obviously a few days ago, Xiao Jinli was still alive. What did this go through?
Thinking of some kind of possibility, Xu Chunniang's pupils shrink.
Its cultivation also fell from the peak of the god of Hua Shen to the beginning of Jindan.
Just after the eighth round of Thunder fell, the vitality soon annihilated.
"If the difficulty will not die, there will be a blessing. The seventy -four -ninth calamity of the duration period will be survived by the king.
And too dependence on this way, everything is asked, but it will consume the luck of the questioner.
"It's okay, she doesn't understand these."
Previously, Gui Zhi lost her purple clouds who raised from childhood to large. She accidentally knew it, and she calculated Guizhi and found the purple clouds.
Xu Chunniang looked at the direction of Thunder Guang's fall. Only the last three thunder was left. The tall trunk of the white giant wood had long been split by the thunderbolt, and only the bottom trunk left was still stubbornly standing.
Shouldn't Guizhi think that everything can be calculated?
Xu Chunniang directly rejected the Tao, "I only have to refine the virtuality and practice.
Wu Shen and Guizhi also heard the sound, staring nervously at the eye -catching white giant wood.
For a few days, how could Xiao Jincal weak become like this? It looks like a life is short long.
What did she think of, turned to look at Xu Chunniang, "Xu Daoyou, wouldn't you count hexagrams? How can you help me calculate, can Wang Shang go through this robbery?"
"Wang Shang is too miserable, there is only one light rod, she loves beauty, oh ..."
How terrible the Thunderbolt during the Mahayana period is. Only in the depths can we experience it.
Because she doesn't use much on weekdays, just use it when she needs it.
Seeing this, they squeezed a sweat for the tree king.
Countless tree monks are watching this scene.
Just when several Mahayana tree monks were prepared to come forward to check, a new bud was suddenly drawn out of the tree stump that was chopped by the thunder.
Wu Shen was afraid that Xu Chunniang was unhappy and apologized, "Xu Daoyou has to see the strange, Guizhi does not understand these, I will make a crime for you."
"It looks like Wang Shang seems to be a bit bad!"
She was a little annoyed by her, and Lao Baishu didn't hold back her glance at her.
As the seventh round of thunder fell, the vitality of the white giant wood became weaker, and it looked like a shy.
"King she ... survived the thunderbolt! My tree people, add another Mahayana monk!"
Gui Zhi couldn't bear to look at it, and wiped up tears.
Lei Guangyin did not, and the Zhou Dynasty fell into a silence.
White giant wood seemed to feel the expectations of the clan. When we greet the eighth round of thunder, finally glowing a hint of vitality.
Lei Guang continuously smashed down. Facing the power of heaven and earth, the white giant wood seemed so vulnerable, but he stubbornly carried the thunder after another.
Lao Baishu's consciousness is the imagination, and I do n’t know when to appear by her side. He looked at the direction of Lei Guang, and his face was full of worry.
"Great! I know, Wang Shang can definitely be!"
This new bud only has the thickness of the chopsticks, but the speed of growth is very fast. After a while, Xu Xu is high, and a few small branches have grown.
For any ethnic group, a new Mahayana monk is a major event worth celebrating the ethnic group.
No one knows whether the tree king is dead or alive.
Xu Chunniang was still speechless, and only silently looked at the white giant wood that was being affected by thunderbolt in the distance.
Under the bombardment of thunderbolt, the branches of the big moves were broken into slag. In the end, there was only a thick trunk left.
The thunderstorm continued to fall. After the sixth round of the thunder robbery, the fire on the white giant wood gradually gathered from a small fire to a fire, and burned each section of the branches.
Could it be ... the king of the tree passed the Mahayana Thunderbolt smoothly.
Yes, this is the case for ten or nine.
Otherwise, Xiao Jincai stays well in the pond, how can it be repaired backward, and the injury is there?
Xu Chunniang released congenital purple gas, and carefully sent it to the mouth of Xiao Jinlian.
However, it only took two bites and disappeared directly in her palm.