Traveling through time as a fairy, others cultivate themselves as immortals while I raise ghosts

"Boom boom..."

Thunder rolled and resounded for thousands of miles. At this moment, the ferocious beasts within a thousand miles let out a low roar, and then hid in their caves, not daring to show up!

Above the sky, the thundercloud is as high as a nine-story building, with three distinct colors: black, yellow, and purple. But the terrifying power contained in it made even Ancestor Bisheng and Zhang Yaowu change their expressions. Their scalps felt numb when they saw this thundercloud!

At this moment, the rolling thundercloud finally moved, and a white lightning as thick as a baby's arm fell from the sky and rushed toward the sun below.

Xiang Yang's eyes were calm, without any fear, he made a fist with his right hand and punched directly.

"Roar!"

A tiger roar came out, and Xiang Yang's punch turned into a tiger and flew straight into the sky. The tiger opened its huge mouth and swallowed the lightning directly.

Thunder and lightning flashed instantly on Tiger and Xiangyang.

Xiang Yang frowned slightly, and he actually felt a tingling sensation coming from his body.

But as these lightnings integrated into his body and were absorbed by the body, Xiang Yang felt as if he had become stronger again!

Xiang Yang's eyes were full of fighting spirit, staring at the thunderclouds in the sky, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.

At this moment, Qiaojian appeared thirty miles away. He didn't dare to get closer. If the thunderclouds counted him in, he would be finished.

As soon as Qiaojian arrived, he frowned instantly. He sensed the auras of Ancestor Bisheng and Zhang Yaowu, and at the same time sensed the auras of the other people present, making his expression slightly more solemn.

He didn't know if these people were just onlookers like him, or if they were acquaintances with the person who had overcome the tribulation.

The soul between the bridges swept over Xiang Yang, but was isolated by the large formation. He could not see Xiang Yang's face clearly and could not help but frown slightly.

Ancestor Bisheng and Zhang Yaowu naturally sensed the aura between the bridges. They glanced in the direction of the bridge, and then continued to look in the direction of Xiangyang, because the second thunder came down.

"Boom" thunder, accompanied by the second thunder and lightning falling, this thunder and lightning was bigger than the one just now.

As Xiang Yang punched out, the majestic energy and blood turned into a giant dragon and directly collided with the lightning.

Thunder and lightning flickered on Xiang Yang's body, and slight pain spread to all parts of his body.

As these two lightning bolts fell, the thundercloud finally began to show its power, and lightning bolts fell from the sky like raindrops.

Where Xiang Yang was, the area within a hundred meters turned into a sea of ​​thunder, and Xiang Yang's figure was completely submerged in it.

In the sea of ​​thunder, the phantoms of the fire phoenix, Kunpeng, Suzaku, Xuanwu, Qilin, Taotie, Golden Crow and other mythical beasts kept appearing, fighting fiercely with lightning!

This is the "Hundred Beasts Demonic Fist" performed by Xiang Yang!

After more than ten years of hard training, Xiangyang's Demonic Beast Fist has reached a new level, and its power has been officially demonstrated.

Xiang Yang had already thought about it. He wanted to further increase the power of the Hundred Beast Demonic Fist. This time the thunder tribulation was an opportunity to compete with the thunder and lightning.

Xiangyang's body was covered in burnt blackness, and his clothes were almost reduced to ashes.

The intense pain made Xiang Yang roar, and the Beast Demon Fist was punched out from his hands crazily, using all his strength with every punch.

At this moment, a figure appeared again, it was Bian He. He looked at the figure moving in the distance in the lightning with a solemn expression.

Bianhe's soul swept around and found the bridge in an instant, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Qiaojian, give back my disciple's life!"

Bian He rushed towards the bridge with murderous intent. He pointed out a big sun, and a bright sun appeared behind him. With Bian He's pointing, the sun rolled forward and rolled out towards Bian He.

The moment Qiao Jian saw Bian He appearing, he felt something bad. He waved his hand and a bloody ax appeared. Without any hesitation, he slashed down at Bian He's location!

The moment the bloody ax struck down, the shadow of the ax was heavy, as if hundreds of axes struck down at the same time, directly colliding with the bright sun by the river.

There was a loud "boom", and Bianhe and the bridge each took a few steps back. Neither of them took advantage of this attack at all.

Bianhe and Qiaojian looked at each other, their expressions slightly solemn at the same time.

"Between the bridges, if you dare to kill my disciples and rob my family, you will definitely die today!"

After Bian He finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a mirror appeared in his hand. On the mirror, countless lines appeared!

"Saint Weapon Heaven Realm!"

Qiaojian saw this mirror and felt a hint of the holy soldier's breath from it. He was so frightened that he immediately had the urge to run away!

But in just a moment, Qiao Jian realized something was wrong. This was not a holy weapon at all, but the aura of a holy soldier remained on it.

"How dare you fool me!"

Qiao Jian was almost scared to pee just now, and he felt a little embarrassed and angry.

Bian He sneered, and then said coldly: "Qiaojian, you think too highly of yourself. You alone are worthy of our Bian family using the holy weapons to kill you. This mirror was refined at the same time as the holy weapons. Although only part of the aura around you remains on it, it’s enough to kill you!”

After Bian He finished speaking, he formed a seal with his hands, and saw a bright light above the mirror, and laws of order appeared one after another. Then these laws of order reorganized to form dozens of iron chains, rushing toward the bridge. Wherever these chains go, space is distorted.

Qiao Jian instantly felt a life and death crisis, and his face changed drastically. He had indeed underestimated the terrifying power of the holy soldiers. Just the remaining aura of the holy soldiers above can exert such terrifying power.

"Three waves of blood axe!"

Qiao Jian shouted loudly, and the blood ax in his hand burst out with a dazzling blood-red light. As Qiao Jian raised his hands high, he slashed down on these terrible iron chains.

After one slash, the blood ax was raised again, and then two slashes were made in succession to form three slashes, which quickly merged together and collided with the iron chains.

"boom!"

A violent roar came from the place where the iron chain and the blood ax were fighting. Blood spurted from the mouth of the bridge and they retreated more than a hundred steps. The blood ax in his hand exploded, his left shoulder was pierced by the iron chain, and there was a hole in his chest, also caused by the iron chain.

Qiao Jian didn't expect that he would be injured like this with all his strength, which showed how terrifying the holy soldiers were.

In Bian He's hand, the mirror dimmed, and the aura of the holy soldiers on it was reduced by more than half!

"Bian He, if you can't kill me, I will kill you one day!"

Qiao Jian stared at Bian He with murderous intent, and then the aura of his body was rising steadily. When Bian He thought Qiao Jian was going to fight back, Bian He directly changed his direction and ran towards the distance. He disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye and ran away. Got it!

Bian He froze on the spot, and then quickly chased in the direction where the bridge disappeared, his eyes filled with murderous intent!

This battle was watched by Ancestor Bisheng and others, and they felt awe-inspiring in their hearts.