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Chapter 320 Heavenly Tribulation

The mustache looked at Jiang Xiaoyu doubtfully, "Your emotional changes are so treacherous!"

Jiang Xiaoyu hurriedly told everything that happened in front of him. After listening, the mustache nodded slowly.

"Senior, did you sense that the demon cultivator came here specifically to help?"

The mustache shook his head, "I was just passing by."

"Ah? Is it possible that senior doesn't plan to take action?"

The mustache patted Jiang Xiaoyu's shoulder, "Brother Jiang, don't worry. If those demon cultivators abide by their duties, I will naturally not make things difficult for them. But, they actually want to open a way, which is really embarrassing.

Courage."

"Don't worry, just leave everything to me!"

Suddenly, the mustache's eyes looked north.

"What's wrong, senior?"

"It's nothing, just small fish and shrimps."

The mustachioed man stood up instantly and shouted towards the Sifang City: "I am your talkative uncle. I destroyed the formation and left you a way to survive!"

Jiang Xiaoyu was a little stunned. He didn't understand that this mustache had such a good attitude towards the demon cultivator.

The mustache naturally noticed what Jiang Xiaoyu was thinking, and he explained: "If you knew what kind of hell the Demon Realm is, you would pity them."

In Sifang City, outside the formation, the demon cultivators stood solemnly.

Snake Slough looked panicked and said: "The king's clone has already had a great light, and the barbarian bull and the war pig were swallowed up by him in an instant. Now, even the earth immortal has appeared, so you can't do anything, Tiger Saint.

"

"Huh?" Tiger Saint appeared directly in front of Sheshu. After a heavy punch, Sheshu couldn't stand up for a long time.

He looked around the crowd again and said loudly: "You and I have been trapped by the painter for so many years. Do you still want to go back to that painting?"

"Yes, the Earth Immortal has appeared, and we have no chance of winning. The Heavenly Road is just gone. But, have you forgotten what the king said back then?"

Everyone couldn't help but bow their heads.

"Tell me, what is that sentence?"

"Tell me loud!"

"I would rather die than demand freedom!" Everyone could not help but whisper.

"louder please!"

"I would rather die than demand freedom!"

Tiger Saint once again looked at everyone with cold eyes, "If there is no freedom, what is the use of this miserable life? If there is no revenge, what is the point of the monster clan surviving for thousands of years?"

"Tell me! What is your choice?"

"free!"

"free!"

"Freedom means death!" Tiger Saint stared angrily.

"I would rather die than demand freedom!"

"Okay! Follow me to death!"

"Tiger Saint! Tiger Saint!" A familiar voice came from afar.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was Yangshuo.

The Tiger Saint appeared in front of Yang Shuo instantly, and his hands almost crushed Yang Shuo's neck in that instant.

"I asked you to find the king's clone, and now you have found such an opponent for me. Damn it!"

Yangshuo's neck was pinched, but a strange sound came from his stomach, "Tiger Saint, I found something that can make everyone immortal!"

"Hmph! Sophistry!" Just when Tiger Saint was about to take action, a cage the size of a palm suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Huh?" Tiger Saint let go of his hand and picked up the small cage.

A wisp of bad luck twisted inside like a little snake.

"Bad luck! You found a ray of bad luck!"

Yangshuo rubbed his neck and whispered: "It's not just a wisp, now the outside has been infected with bad luck."

"Hmph! It seems that we really don't have to die."

With that said, Tiger Saint directly crushed the cage, and the black energy suddenly became extremely excited.

As Tiger Saint sucked, the wisp of bad luck suddenly penetrated from his nostrils.

The flash of black that instantly appeared in Tiger Saint's eyes looked strange and strange.

He reached out and cut off the wrist of his other hand. The next moment, the wrist slowly grew back.

"Bad luck, the immortal energy of the physical body!"

Yang Shuo reminded in a low voice: "Tiger Saint, don't dare to breathe in too much of this bad luck, otherwise, even for a person like you, you are likely to lose your clarity."

"Need you to say something?"

At the moment when Tiger Saint inhaled the bad luck, the bad luck in the entire human world almost boiled over.

The bad luck seems to be inextricably linked, but in fact they are all integrated into one.

On Xunlong Mountain, Wen Zhiming hurriedly came out of the cave below, "Xiaowan, you said there was a sudden change of bad luck, what is going on?"

Lin Xiaowan pointed to the clear sky that had not been seen for a long time and said: "Just now, all the bad luck here disappeared in an instant!"

"Disappeared?" Wen Zhiming looked up and sure enough, there was no bad luck at all outside Xunlong Mountain at this time.

Behind Wen Zhiming, Lin Zhihuan's face relaxed slightly, "The bad luck has disappeared, which is a good thing."

Wen Zhiming grabbed a handful of chess pieces out of thin air and threw them into the air.

After a while, he looked at the chess pieces scattered on the ground and frowned, "It's a bad sign!"

Outside Sifang City, everyone was surprised to find that groups of black clouds seemed to be approaching from all directions. Their speed was so fast that even ordinary cultivators could not match it.

"Bad luck!" Lu Yi and Ba Zi Hu said these three words at the same time.

"Bad luck?" Jiang Xiaoyu had heard about the existence of bad luck from Mustachio's mouth. Of course, he had also seen it before. However, he could not judge it at all based on what he saw in front of him.

"What is the bad luck?" asked the other people.

Before Jiang Xiaoyu could speak, Lu Yi directly told what was happening elsewhere.

"Demon cultivator? Bad luck? How come these two things have caught up?"

For the first time, the mustache's expression became so solemn, "With such a condensation of bad luck, if you are not careful, a Rakshasa will be born!"

As he spoke, he shouted into the distance at the top of his lungs: "I can't stand it anymore, come quickly!"

The blacksmith trembled under the gap, "After all, have the bad luck that escaped condensed together?"

He looked at the unfathomable gap under his feet again, "But if I leave, won't everything get out of control again?"

Suddenly, a white paper kite flew out from under the gap.

The blacksmith looked startled and quickly opened the kite.

Above it is the artist's handwriting: I will guard here for you, and I will guard it for as long as I can.

The blacksmith's figure disappeared instantly.

On the floating island, Orion suddenly disappeared. When he appeared again, he was already at the edge of the endless sea.

He lowered his head, and the speed of the spell in his hand could no longer be seen clearly.

"Everything takes shape!"

In the endless sea, huge waves several feet high rolled up out of thin air.

Among the huge waves, the hunters stepped out one by one.

Put up the string, draw the bow, and draw the arrow.

Thousands of feathered arrows carried the storm, passed through the sea, through the mountains, and through the earth.

"Senior, what's wrong?"

The storyteller took a deep breath and said, "You are all thousands of miles away."

Everyone disappeared.

In Sifang City, Tiger Saint's heart trembled.

He didn't care to explain, and almost in the blink of an eye, all the demon cultivators were swallowed by him.

The energy rises and the thunder rolls.

The storyteller looked startled, "It's a catastrophe!"

"It's my mother-in-law, she actually caused a natural disaster by force now."

The next moment, the sky in the distance had become distorted.

Countless energy storms carried Orion's arrows and struck directly towards Sifang City.

The storm covers the sky and the sun. If it really falls, hundreds of miles of land will be reduced to scorched earth.

However, just when it was about to fall, more violent energy poured down from the sky.

That is the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, the power of laws that makes all powers extremely dim.

Orion's arrow was broken.

The storm brought by the arrow has dispersed.

The Tiger Saint's figure gradually appeared in the sky above Sifang City. He looked at the storyteller and smiled crazily.

"Well, you didn't expect it. No matter how powerful you are as earthly immortals, you will never be as powerful as the heavenly tribulation!"

"Just now, the arrow formation helped me resist the first catastrophe. It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The storyteller could no longer suppress his inner anger.

He stood up suddenly and shouted angrily: "You are separated by your limbs!"

"Crack!"

In the air, Tiger Saint's body was instantly broken into several pieces, and the second heavenly calamity bombarded down, hitting the severed limbs.

The severed limbs instantly turned into powder.

However, the next moment, the air residue began to grow larger.

The figure of the Tiger Saint appeared again.

"It's bad luck, it's bad luck, it's so useful!"

"My hammer works better!" The sky suddenly became dark, and suddenly, a huge shadow came overwhelmingly.

The old blacksmith was short in stature. When he landed next to Mustache, he just reached Mustache's shoulders.

...

In the Rakshasa Hell, the painter is leaning against a shocking gap.

Miss Abu stood beside him, laughing.

"If you don't help me get my cultivation back, I can't help you!"

The painter shook his head and painted a picture.

In the picture, the old lady Bu from the human world puts the spiritual needle into Chuxue's spiritual consciousness.

"You have to think clearly. If this happens, after you return to the human world, you will no longer have any cultivation."

Abu's smile was as bright as a flower, "With you acting like this, can I still go back?"

"Okay." The painter stretched out his index finger and gradually erased the picture.

Chuxue's body suddenly went limp.

Jiang Xiaoyu hurriedly hugged her, "What's wrong?"

Yun Manlou hurriedly stretched out his hand to investigate. After a moment, a horrified expression appeared on his face, "Chu Xue's cultivation has disappeared!"

The painter looked at Abu next to him, "How does it feel to recover your cultivation?"

Abu pouted, "Not very good."

"Then let's get started."

"It's not so good, why start?" Abu was a little unhappy.

"If we don't start, when Rakshasa appears, we won't have time to stop those bad luck."

"You mean us?"

"has a problem?"

"No problem, it's just that this is the first time you put me together with you."

As he spoke, Abu Pianran's second phase, eighty-one golden needles kept shuttling between heaven and earth.

After a while, the huge gap was actually covered by a huge red damask.

"Okay, let's get started!"

The painter stood up and splashed ink directly into the air.

Every little ink mark has become a new painter.

Hundreds of painters acted together, and mysterious patterns gradually gathered on the red silk ribbon.

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