Lin Huang held his broken body and headed towards the terrifying thunder again. After just breathing, the Xuanwu Holy Body finally recovered a lot.
However, it was completely cracked again without being destroyed by three thunderbolts.
Lin Huang's body was once again dripping with blood, dyeing his white clothes red.
Under the void, Lin Huang killed towards the thunder again and again. Even though the Xuanwu holy body was broken into pieces, the skin and flesh were torn all over his body, and his energy and blood were greatly reduced, he never gave up at all.
In Lin Huang's holy body world, the Buddha's light shone brightly, illuminating the world and recovering Lin Huang's injuries at an extremely fast speed.
At the same time, the voice of the phoenix inside his body chanted, and the power of nirvana surged like a river, also restoring Lin Huang's injuries.
However... no matter how fast the power of Buddhist vows and nirvana is, it cannot stop the destruction of the power of thunder.
Above the clouds, the forest wilderness was struck down by thunder again and again.
There were wounds all over his body.
Qi and blood gradually disappear.
The Xuanwu Holy Body was in pieces and was still making its last stand.
So far, only fifty-six thunderbolts have fallen in the sky.
And waiting for Lin Huang, there were forty-three thunderbolts.
Looking at the thundering river high above, Lin Huang seemed to be seeing an abyss of despair. Until now, he was helpless.
All Lin Huang can rely on is his unyielding will.
As long as he still has breath, he will not give in at all.
In Shenluo City, as far as everyone could see, they saw Lin Huang falling from the sky again and again, and then stood up with gritted teeth and bones, fighting against the wind towards the thunder of destruction... and then again
Like a kite with its string cut off, it was ruthlessly defeated.
once.
Again.
again.
…
Lin Huang stood up countless times and fell down countless times.
Until all the bones in the body are broken, the meridians are broken, and the flesh and blood disappear, it is difficult to get up from the ground again...
At this moment, the little black dragon had already passed out.
Lin Huang was lying on the ground, with no blood left in his mouth to spit out. He looked up at the thunder falling from the sky, not giving him the slightest breath, and finally felt a trace of despair in his heart.
Afterwards, Lin Huang got up from the ground on his knees, tremblingly welcoming the thunder that suddenly fell.
He went down again.
"Brother Lin Huang..."
Jun Qingcheng's shout rang out in the void. The girl in red was looking at Lin Huang from a distance, as if her cheeks were full of tears in the beginning of snow. However, she did not dare to come any closer...
Once you get closer, the power of thunder will become even more powerful.
At this moment, Jun Qingcheng felt deeply powerless.
Looking at the young man in Shenluo City who fell to the ground and lay motionless in the mud, everyone frowned.
Bai Xiaopang turned to look at Zhao Tianjia, only to find that the latter seemed to be suffering from the sequelae of the previous battle. He kept coughing and his expression became a little dazed. Bai Xiaopang turned back lonely and tightened the hammers in his hands, but there was nothing he could do.
.
Wang Xiao and Situ Huangfen stood in the distance, looking even more excited.
The person who abandoned God looked indifferent and indifferent.
Emperor Jiuyou had a look of regret on his face.
Only Bei Lin Weiyang had a cold smile on her lips, "If you can't even withstand the thunder of divine punishment, then you are not worthy to be my opponent!"
In Shenluo City, Jun Qingcheng squatted on the ground, looking at the forest wasteland in the quagmire from a distance, crying and calling out, but he did not dare to take a step into the territory covered by thunder...
"Brother Lin Huang, get up quickly!"
"Don't fall asleep!"
"What if you fall asleep and Qing'er is alone..."
"You bastard!"
…
In the Shinra City, the girl screamed at the top of her lungs, her face blurred with tears, and her eyes filled with tears. However, the young man who fell in the mire seemed to be unable to get up again... despite the girl's voices pouring into him.
To his ears, his body seemed to be pressed down by mountains, unable to do anything.
Lu Donghuang looked at the forest wilderness below, his fists clenched and his eyes about to burst.
The next moment, the forest wasteland was like ants in the quagmire.
Not even qualified to fight...
His whole body was turned into a puddle of mud, and his consciousness gradually faded away.
How can manpower compete with heaven?
At this moment, no matter how strong the will is, it may not be able to awaken the power of the body. But no matter how powerful the person is, how can he fight against the thunder that exists specifically to obliterate him.
In the quagmire, Lin Huang was covered in blood, with only a dilapidated face that could show a slight smile. He opened his eyes and looked at the hazy figure in red in the distance. He wanted to reach out to catch her and support her.
In arms.
He wanted to use his invincible will to rise up and tear apart those thunders.
But it was difficult for him to do all this.
Because Lin Huang's consciousness has gradually fallen into a state of chaos, even though the figure in red has been carved into the bone marrow and written into the soul. But now the bone marrow has turned into powder, the soul has fallen into chaos, and everything has become blurred...
Even the perception of this world gradually ceased to exist.
"Is this...this what it feels like when death comes?"
In Lin Huang's last remaining consciousness, there was only such a thought.
He was about to go far away, feeling no regrets, coldness, despair, and abandonment. Only a thought without any emotion appeared, and then together with that thought, it began to disappear and gradually died...
"Buzz!"
Just when Lin Huang was about to return to dust, the world inside his body collapsed, and a Buddhist lion's roar suddenly sounded, hoping to save Lin Huang's consciousness one last time.
Lin Huang's consciousness suddenly returned to light and a glimmer of clarity appeared.
Then, it quickly disappeared again.
After a Buddhist lion's roar, the world inside Lin Huang began to collapse and fell into endless darkness. The last Buddhist teachings also became invisible, and Lin Huang could no longer be awakened.
"Xiaohuang!"
However, at this moment, Lin Huang heard a voice again.
In the world inside the broken body, a figure suddenly appeared, holding up the last glimmer of light in the dark world!
The appearance of that figure, as if it had infinite power, instantly brought back Lin Huang's consciousness of imminent demise...
Lin Huang looked at that figure in an illusory and chaotic manner, looking particularly strange.
Not Lin Beichen.
Not Qin Changsheng.
Not Xiao Yishan.
It’s not Jun Qingcheng.
Not Huang Lingsha.
Not Lin Cangxue.
…
But a stranger.
The man was dressed in white clothes and wrapped in a fiery red cloak, flying in the wind.
He was carrying a silver gun behind him, with the gun tip protruding diagonally upward from his right shoulder, and the silver light flowing on it made it look gleaming.
The green hair on her head was raised high by the crown, rustling in the wind.
He stood in front of him calmly and indifferently, but his spine was straight and his eyebrows were like daggers, sharp and radiant.
Even though there is a smile on his face, it does not diminish his arrogance and sharpness in fighting in all directions.
Lin Huang looked at the stranger's face, and his expression was startled. Endless sadness suddenly surged into his heart, which was difficult to resolve.
That man is so strange!
And how familiar it is.
…
A true man should carry a three-foot sword and achieve unparalleled achievements!