Chapter 692 Take advantage of the cool under the big tree

"No wonder the rule of Piao Miao Pavilion is only to resist the three thunderstorms for the elders I belong to. It turns out that this thunderstorm is really terrible. With my current strength, I can only rely on the power of the small holy world to resist this thunderstorm for it." With a deep sigh, the saint of Piaomiao Pavilion was still a light posture, but he suddenly pinched out a strange mark in his hand. At the same time, his face was flushed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and suddenly turned into a blood fog and disappeared between heaven and earth.

"With my blood, I will attract the holy power of the little holy world and resist the thunderstorm!"

After doing these, the Holy Lord of Piaomiao Pavilion suddenly looked solemn and spit out these words.

"Weng buzzing....."

With the exit of his words, the mountain peak of the incarnation of the small holy world like a giant pillar in the back suddenly shook violently, and then suddenly shot out a strong five-color light curtain, covering the body of the dead old man and firmly protecting it.

"Wow!"

After doing these things, the Holy Lord of Piaomiao Pavilion took a breath and condensed his eyes again. As for the old man with dead bones, he is still calm and knows that the first three thunderstorm saints will use the small holy world to help him resist.

"Look, the Holy Lord of the Piaomiao Pavilion really took action and actually helped the old man with the help of the dead bone with the power of the small holy world. I heard that this little holy world is a supreme holy weapon forged by a powerful figure among the strong people in the Holy Land. It is not what we can imagine at all. Only its terrible power is enough to resist a few thunderstorms for the dead bones. A strong man whispered to his companion beside him.

"What a terrible thunderstorm. It is said that there are nine thunderstorms in the Holy Land, each of which is several times stronger than before. Such a terrible thunderstorm is simply a chance for those who cross the disaster to survive!" The pupils suddenly tightened, and a middle-level strong man frowned.

"Huh! That's natural. Once the thunderstorm in the Holy Land is over, it can condense the holy deity. From then on, it will never die, and there will be no confusion of Shouyuan. No matter how powerful the sword master is, he can't break through the limit of 3,000 years. Only some strong people such as the dragon clan can live more than 5,000 years, but it can't be compared with the strong man in the Holy Land at all.

"Don't talk nonsense. Watch him survive the disaster carefully. This is a precious experience!"

At this moment, a burst of whispers came, but everyone was still staring at the changes on the court.

And with everyone's eyes watching, the three dark red horrible thunders were already between the lightning and flints, connecting fiercely on the colorful light curtain outside the body of the withered old man. The three thunders do not come side by side, but have some intervals from each other.

"Papa..."

In the sound of rain hitting bananas, the first thick thunder of the bucket was broken. It scattered into a stream of small dark red thunder and lightning, covering a distance of 100 meters. For a moment, the distance of the old man with dead bones became a forbidden area of thunder. The void is full of a horrible and violent thunder and lightning energy, and many strong people who are watching from afar can't help retreating back again, as if they are afraid of being affected.

However, in the face of the first dark red thunder bombardment, the colorful light curtain only rippled slightly, and then gradually calmed down. However, when it had just calmed down for a while, the second thunder had followed, and the rumble was simply deafening, and the terrible pressure showed the vast momentum of the thunder of heaven and earth.

Boom!

Like a boulder hitting the surface of the water, a stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the five-color light curtain began to shake violently, like a compressed balloon that wanted to deform, showing the power of thunder and terror.

Hung...

There is a trace of inexplicable energy flowing above the five-color light curtain, which seems to be extremely horrible. It is rapidly consumed, and finally wears out the horrible power of the second thunder. However, it seems to consume too much and becomes a little illusory.

Poo!

However, before the five-color light curtain, which was already a little difficult to support, calmed down for a moment, the third thunder had been fiercely bombarded, carrying a sense of terror that wanted to destroy the world, filling the world and destroying everything.

"Kka! Ka-ka! " click!"

For a moment, the five-color light curtain of the small holy world made a fang-like click sound, and then it burst into a burst, and the power of this thunder was also worn out and lost seven or eight layers. The remaining two layers of thunder was suddenly stabbed and broken by a sword by the standing withered old man.

"Destroy!"

With the old voice of the dead old man, the long sword in his hand suddenly carried a terrible breath, and the void in front of the tip of the sword collapsed, which seemed to be unbearable. Then, the collapsed space crack was fiercely strangled with the remaining thunder.

"Clap! Crackle! Crackle!"

At the moment when the sword in his hand and the thunder intersect, the old man withered bone is like an electric man in an instant, with a bright dark red electric light flash all over his body, but looking at his expression, he did not suffer any substantial harm.

Three thunderstorms have been passed!

"Hahaha..... That's nothing more than that!" With a grin, the old man withered bones looked proud.

"Sure enough, it's better to enjoy the cool under the big tree! This is the advantage of joining the big power. You can use his power at any time, but you also need to pay some price for it. A strong man sighed and seemed to be quite envious.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and Gao Feng was also very happy to see that the old man withered bones passed through the three thunderstorms so easily.

"Brother Gao Feng, don't be happy too early. The first three thunderstorms are the weakest, and the ninth thunder is the real horror, which is mixed with soul attacks. There are many distractions in your heart. One carelessness is to fall forever." He shook his head, but Bright had an unoptimistic attitude.

Brad is a strong man in the holy land and has a wide range of knowledge. Naturally, he knows how terrible and difficult this thunderstorm is. A hundred people survived the disaster, and less than ten people have succeeded.

Hearing what he said, Gao Feng was also in his heart, and then he regained his peace.

"I didn't expect that the last road of the thunderstorm seemed to be accompanied by the demon's attack, evolving everything, disturbing the mood of the robber, and making it doomed. In this way, even with the protection of the five-eun spirit beads, the master is still in danger of falling!" The light flashed slightly in his eyes, and Gao Feng knew the secret and horror of this last thunderstorm.

"Huh! Without the protection of the power of the little holy world, I'd like to see if the old man withered bones can survive a few thunderstorms!" He gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, and the ferocious-faced old man seemed to be very angry.