After the demon king failed to beg for death

Before Fu Ling could figure out a countermeasure, the first thunderbolt had already struck his head.

There are a total of three thunders from the bigu stage to the Jindan stage.

Few people will die under this sky thunder, because ordinary people who cross the catastrophe will prepare all the defensive spiritual weapons needed to cross the catastrophe, and there are only three sky thunders, although one is more powerful than the other, but it is rare Some people don't.

Fu Ling had a feeling in his heart before, knowing that Tianlei would not simply let him go this day, but he never thought that the power would be so powerful.

The moment the thunder fell, Fu Ling had already built a barrier around his body with spiritual power.

It's just that the first thunder shattered the barrier into pieces. Although it didn't hurt his body, Fu Ling could already feel the power of this thunder disaster just by this thunder.

The one who also changed his expression drastically was Li Chen who was outside the arena.

Fu Ling could feel the power, and Li Chen could also see it.

Moreover, with his cultivation base, he can even feel that this seems to be Tian Dao's intentional difficulty.

Li Chen clenched his fists tightly and couldn't help thinking, could it be because of Fu Ling's rebirth?

But no matter what the reason, this thunder disaster did not give everyone a chance to think.

Almost at the moment when the barrier shattered, Fu Ling opened his hands and built a second barrier.

The second sky thunder struck down immediately.

The surrounding thunder surged, and all the plants in a five-mile radius were blown up by the strong wind, and some trees had been broken by the middle when the first thunder fell.

There was no grass growing under Fu Ling's feet, and everything turned to ashes.

The dark sky was pierced by a purple-red lightning, and the thick lightning fell from the sky with a horrifying roar. The distant sky and the mountain top seemed to have merged into one.

Standing under the lightning and thunder, people appear extremely small and fragile.

The thunder and lightning pierced the sky, fell rapidly, and struck Fu Ling's body straight.

The barrier that had just been built shattered in response, and the remaining power hit Fu Ling's body.

A tingling electric shock went from head to toe, making his whole body go numb.

The things Li Chen gave worked at the critical moment, helping Fu Ling take off most of his power.

It's just that the protective sleeves protecting both arms have withstood most of the power and have been torn apart. If I try again, I'm afraid it will be shattered.

"I... go... to your uncle!"

Fu Ling wasn't ready yet, the third thunder was already attached to the second thunder, and it fell. The clothes on his body were already cracked, and the sleeves were so broken that they couldn't be broken any more.

Fu Ling of the third thunderbolt was dizzy and spit out a mouthful of blood, his eyes were blurred and he could hardly see anything.

He couldn't help but swear, and felt that Tiandao was simply trying to kill him.

Li Chen clenched his fists tightly, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

However, after the third thunder tribulation, the catastrophe suddenly stopped.

Is it over?

The people waiting around couldn't help but think.

But Fu Ling knew in his heart that this was not the case.

It's not that the robbery cloud will not be split, but the next thunderstorm is brewing.

The next thunder and lightning might be several times stronger than the one just now.

Fu Ling stood up straight, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at the sky.

The sky was dark, like an endless night.

The rolling lightning between the clouds occasionally brings out some light.

The robbery cloud is getting thicker and thicker, as if it is accumulating strength.

Fu Ling brushed off the crumbs of the sleeves left on his sleeves, opened his mouth, and showed a smile that was almost piercing: "I'm afraid your father won't be named Fu anymore."

Since his rebirth, he has long since lost the appearance of the Demon Lord, but the things engraved in his bones and blood cannot be changed even after thousands of deaths.

He is the Demon Lord Fu Ling, Fu Ling who is fearless, indomitable, and no one can defeat him.

The thundercloud rolled, and Fu Ling actually closed his eyes and stopped looking at the sky.

The surrounding wind was buzzing, the ground was scorched, and all plants and animals disappeared.

At this time, tender shoots grew on the scorched land.

As soon as the bud emerged from the ground, it began to grow crazily, and it gathered into a towering tree in the blink of an eye.

One, two, three...

Countless trees emerged from the scorched soil and grew into big trees in an instant.

These big trees surrounded Fu Ling in a circle, and a large formation was formed between the trees.

Li Chen's eyes lit up, who was standing on the periphery, and he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

He is indeed the man he admires the most.

During this short interval of thunder, Fu Ling used these big trees to forcibly create a large protective formation.

If someone who is familiar with the Great Mountain Protecting Formation of Mingshi Mountain is here, they will be able to see at a glance that this formation is exactly the same as the Great Mountain Protecting Formation, but it is much smaller.

Fu Ling's spiritual power soared, and he raised his head fearlessly.

The fourth thunderstorm was finally brewing.

The lightning like a devil's claw tore apart the dark clouds in the sky, and instantly illuminated the dark sky.

The lightning struck the formation with a bang with a deafening thunder.

The big tree swayed, Fu Ling's heart shook, and he vomited blood again.

Although he was injured, the formation was not shaken in the slightest, and surrounded Fu Ling firmly, like the strongest shield.

What's even more frightening is that this formation is actually absorbing the energy brought by the falling thunder calamity and turning it into its own use.

Fu Ling's clothes had been torn apart, leaving only the underwear inside.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually, gathering his spiritual power again.

"What kind of formation is this that can absorb the power of thunder?"

"Our mountain protection formation is somewhat similar to this one."

"But the mountain guard formation is maintained by the elders of the Eight Paths. How could it be possible for one person to support it?"

"What kind of thunder tribulation is here, and it's too scary?"

Everyone was terrified and talked a lot.

Li Chen withdrew his ready to move hand, his back was almost wet with cold sweat.

He could intervene in this lightning tribulation, but the man in the center of the formation definitely didn't want that to happen.

Once he makes a move, the effect of Lei Jie will be greatly reduced, and his cultivation will also be affected.

Moreover, such a proud master definitely does not want him to make a move.

Seeing that Fu Ling still had the strength to fight, Li Chen withdrew his foot from taking a step forward, still standing firmly on the edge.

Lei Jie had already followed, and there was no chance for Fu Ling to prepare.

Fifth way, sixth way, seventh way, eighth way.

The four thunderbolts were more frightening one by one, and they rolled in, and they all mercilessly struck the large formation.

All the trees were chopped off from above. Although the large formation could absorb the power of the thunder calamity, it was far behind the speed of the thunder and lightning explosion, and it was completely shattered, revealing the thin person inside.

Fu Ling suddenly felt in his heart that the next thunderstorm was probably the most powerful and the last one.

If he survived the last thunderstorm, his cultivation would directly reach the stage of leaving his body.

A long time ago, someone was promoted across realms, and the power of Tianlei was not the same as ordinary promotion.

But according to the legend, that person died under the last thunderbolt, and was wiped out, leaving no soul behind.

Fu Ling had countless wounds, big and small, and his internal organs were clamoring for pain. He was exhausted and wished he could collapse on the spot.

All his previous spiritual power was maintaining this large formation. It can be said that he was physically and mentally exhausted, and the unbearable pain of ordinary people tortured his whole body.

Are you going to die under this last thunder?

No, he is not reconciled, he still has a wish that has not been fulfilled.

In his previous life, he was alone, the road ahead was long and boring, and life and death were really insignificant things to him.

But now... no!

Someone is caring about him, someone is waiting for him, he hasn't had time to feel the wonderful taste of so-called love in the world, how can he die under this inexplicable catastrophe?

He is a Demon Lord, the world's talk has changed, even though he has disappeared for 120 years, he is still living in the fear of others.

What can I do for a mere catastrophe?

A kind of deep calling rose from the bottom of my heart, and a strong desire to live was like a tender sprout taking root in Fu Ling's heart.

He couldn't die, and he didn't want to die.

The world is so beautiful, and the mountains and rivers in the world have not yet been fully appreciated.

And Li Chen was still waiting for him.

From nowhere, Fu Ling erupted with a shocking force, a pure black sword broke through the ground from the depths of Netherstone Mountain, and it landed in his hand in the blink of an eye.

Fu Ling stood with his sword up. Although he was small, he had the power to shake the world at that moment.

Between the sky and the earth, only a thick and huge sword shadow was seen slashing down against the last thunder that fell.

The sound of the sword colliding with thunder and lightning resounded through the heaven and earth in an instant.

The disciples standing at the outermost edge were all knocked away by this colliding force.

Li Chen couldn't help but took half a step back.

After the collision, there was a burst of extremely dazzling light.

This light covered the entire Mingshi Mountain and illuminated the world covered by dark clouds. Everyone closed their eyes.

After the light, there was a deathly silence.

The dark clouds parted, revealing the originally bright sky.

The corner of Mingshi Mountain has been broken into pieces, and debris is everywhere around it.

A huge pit occupies half of the hill.

Li Chen had disappeared the moment his voice disappeared.

In the middle of the pit, he had already hugged Fu Ling, who was almost bloody and had his eyes closed, on his upper body.

Fu Ling's whole body smelled of burning, his skin was ripped apart, his face was pitch black, and even his hair was burnt and curly.

Beside Fu Ling, stood a long black sword.

Li Chen didn't know where to put his hands, he carefully supported the man, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Master?"

However, Fu Ling did not answer.

Li Chen sighed his breath, his weak breathing was almost imperceptible.

A sense of fear enveloped Li Chen's whole body, as if boundless darkness enveloped his whole body.

He should have shot, why hesitate, even if he was beaten and scolded afterwards, he should have shot.

The way of heaven is not benevolent, why should he be intentional.

Li Chen lowered his head and buried his head next to Fu Ling's ear, hot tears flowed down the corners of his eyes onto Fu Ling's neck.

"Master...Master..."

Is he about to lose his master again?

"Who is your name...?"

An almost hoarse voice sounded slowly.

Li Chen's body froze, and he raised his head in disbelief.

Fu Ling opened his eyes, and on his scorched face, only two eyeballs remained bright.

His whole body hurts, he almost fell apart, guessing that there is not a complete part of his body.

Before recovering from the pain of crossing the catastrophe, he heard someone calling Master in his ear.

This embrace is familiar and warm, Fu Ling naturally knows who is holding him.

But, why did he call himself master?

Could it be that this day's tribulation changed himself?

Fu Ling looked at Li Chen puzzled, and asked again: "Why do you call me Master?"

Am I not your apprentice anymore?

However, what was waiting for him was not Li Chen's answer, but a breathless kiss.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support, okay!

Fu Ling: You can still say this face?

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