Video to Other Worlds: Top Ten Myths in the Beginning

There was lightning and thunder, and purple thunder struck the centipede's huge body one after another.

Every time the thunder strikes, there will always be a new wound.

However, for Cihang Pudu's huge body, which is hundreds of meters away, although these injuries are serious, they are not fatal.

click!
Another lightning strike strikes, this is already the eighth thunderbolt.

The City God said anxiously: "There are nine thunder tribulations in total, and now eight have passed. If Cihang Pudu survives the last one, he will be able to transform into an immortal and become a real dragon. At that time, no one can do anything to it."

"Then what should we do?" Everyone asked anxiously.

"Our strength is too weak, and we can't hurt it even if we take advantage of the opportunity to sneak attack. Now we can only hope that the evildoer can't survive the last thunder calamity." Cheng Huang smiled wryly.

Everyone was silent for a while, the first eight lightning tribulations failed to kill Cihang, how could the last one do it.

The hope is slim!
At this time, a voice as gentle as jade sounded.

"I come!"

Fengyan is tall and tall, standing tall like a green bamboo, and all difficulties cannot be weighed down on his shoulders.

Lu Jie rolled his eyes at him,
"Old Feng, pull it down, I don't know what your strength is."

Fengyan's expression remained unchanged, and he said gently.

"Have you forgotten what the teacher left behind?"

A flash of inspiration flashed in Lu Jie's mind, and he remembered something.

Excitedly said:
"Haha, why did I forget it, Lao Feng quickly take it out."

Feng Yanru waved her sleeve, and a carving knife flew into the air.

The carving knife is small and simple, and there is no trace of polishing.

Like a piece of fine warm jade, it exudes a warm jade color.

The carving knife was Confucius' personal belonging, and it has also been contaminated with a lot of arrogance and righteousness over time.

As soon as he was sacrificed, he could smell Cihang's demonic aura all over his body.

It flew straight towards the centipede without anyone urging it.

At this moment, Cihang Pudu, who was concentrating his mind on the ninth thunder tribulation, suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a dangerous aura came from his back.

Turning his head to look, he saw Wensheng's carving knife attacking with endless righteousness.

That upright righteousness made him feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

Feeling the powerful aura in the carving knife, Cihang's complexion changed wildly.

If it was not afraid at ordinary times, it would have fought with a knife at that time, but at this time it encountered a thunder disaster, and it was hard to protect itself.

There was a thunder disaster in front of him, and a powerful enemy in the back, and he was immediately caught in a dilemma.

Looking at the churning sea of ​​thunder, Cihang gritted his teeth, swung his huge body and got in.

Wensheng Carved Knife chased after him.

However, Cihang is a person who has overcome tribulations, and Lei Hai will not reject him.

But it's different for carving knives. If you dare to provoke the majesty of the heavens, you will inevitably suffer the wrath of thunder.

A series of thunderbolts struck down mercilessly, preventing the carving knife from moving forward.

The carving knife seemed to be turned upside down by this inflexible Lei Ting, and he shone brightly, fighting with Lei Hai.

Ke Dao chased after Cihang first, and now fought with Lei Jie, everyone who watched was stunned.

"Hey! No, why are you two fighting?"

"Wrong, wrong, why are you still fighting among yourself, your enemy is that big centipede."

"Lei Jie: Only I can bully the big centipede, and no one else can bully it."

"Goose and goose hungry! Laughing to death, the original tense situation suddenly became swollen."

"No way, it's a matter of life and death, can it be funny?"

"Whether you will die or not is unknown, let's laugh first."

rumbling...

Countless thunderclaps exploded, and arcs of electric sparks flickered across the sky.

Wen Sheng's carving knife is like a nimble swimming fish, freely shuttling left and right in the sea of ​​thunder.

Thunder radiates everywhere, but can always be dodged by the carving knife.

Lei Jie seemed to feel that he had been brushed off, and suddenly became irritable.

The sea of ​​thunder that was originally purple suddenly turned black, exuding terror and an aura of death.

The power of black thunder is obviously better than that of purple.

It spread all over the sky in an instant, leaving no place for the carving knife to hide.

Wensheng's carving knife no longer avoided it, and milky white light radiated from it.

It's not so sharp, but it makes people feel warm and warm like a spring breeze.

Haoran's true energy gushes out, rushing towards the endless sea of ​​thunder.

In an instant, two powerful forces of black and white collided with each other.

There was an earth-shattering roar, and a white mushroom cloud burst out in the sky.

The aftermath of the collision spread in all directions, splashing layers of ripples.

At the center of the explosion, due to the strong energy impact, the space could not withstand the explosion.

The infinite chaotic storm swept out, annihilating everything.

Fengyan took a step forward, and the scroll in her hand fluttered in the wind.

Streams of awe-inspiring aura turned into silk threads, rushing towards Wen Sheng's carving knife.

Although the carving knife is stained with the charm of a saint, it is still a dead thing after all, lacking in spirituality.

Now with the master's control, it can exert its power even more.

In the void, there seemed to be an old man muttering to himself.

He turned his back to all sentient beings, but his thin figure was like a pillar of the sky, towering and towering.

The carving knife shines brightly, full of awe-inspiring energy, and the divine light shines directly on the bullfighting bull.

The black thunder immediately melted like white snow meeting the scorching sun.

Originally, Cihang Pudu, who was planning to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, looked at the thunder sea that dissipated in front of him, his face full of bewilderment.

Lei Jie, are you tm playing me!

If you catch my life, you will release the water when you meet your own people.

Just as everyone was excitedly expecting Wen Sheng Ke Dao to continue to exert its force and kill Cihang Pudu, the light on Ke Dao's body shrank for a while, and immediately dimmed.

Fengyan frowned and said:
"Dealing with Thunder Tribulation consumes too much energy, and it takes a while to cultivate to drive it again."

Everyone's eyes were full of disappointment that couldn't be hidden.

Fortunately, the thunder catastrophe has been broken, and Cihang can't completely overcome the catastrophe and transform into a dragon.

Roar!
A roar that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, like a bug but not a bug resounded through the sky.

Cihang only survived eight thunder tribulations, missing the most important one, resulting in not being able to fully transform into a dragon, and he was regarded as a half-dragon body.

Transforming the dragon was successful, but not completely successful.

The scarlet eyes stared at everyone, full of hatred.

"A group of damned ants actually ruined the good things of this seat. Today, you will definitely die without a whole body."

The steel-like limbs flicked and rushed towards the crowd.

A battle began again.

The true fire of the sun burns the void, and the true water of the Xuanming washes away all filth;
The long sword issued bursts of dragon chant, turning into thousands of streamers whizzing through the clouds;
Haoran is full of righteousness, and emits immeasurable holy light.

However, although Cihang Pudu Hualong failed, his strength increased sharply, and he was still approaching the limit of the spiritual realm.

It is only one step away from the legendary fairyland.

After three or two efforts, everyone was knocked into the air one by one, and they were no longer able to fight.

The sharp fangs of the centipede glowed coldly, and the saliva dripped down.

All the plants in a piece of grass withered instantly, and the ground was corroded and scorched black.

Obviously the saliva is highly toxic.

The fate waiting for everyone is either pierced by fangs or corroded by venom.