Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

The intensity of the thunder tribulation is closely related to the monk's advanced level. Generally speaking, the higher the level of cultivation, the more powerful the thunder tribulation faced.

But apart from that, thunder tribulations at the same level are also divided into strong and weak ones. From weakest to strongest are the Four Nine Heavenly Tribulations, the Sixty Nine Heavenly Tribulations, and the Nine Nine Heavenly Tribulations.

The four-nine heavenly tribulations are the easiest to survive, but they require very high moral standards for monks. They must not be contaminated with karma or murder, which can often only be achieved by Buddhist practice.

As for the Sixty-nine Heavenly Tribulations, the conditions are a little more relaxed. As long as the karmic evils on your body are not particularly severe, you will face the Sixty-Nine Heavenly Tribulations when you advance. Although it is more dangerous, if you prepare well, there is still a lot of hope. Passed.

But the most powerful Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation is also known as the Death Tribulation. This alias has explained everything. The person who triggered this calamity is all a sin-ridden demon. Heaven cannot tolerate such a demon. These ninety-nine calamities are not for salvation and ascension, but for destruction by heaven and earth.

What Wen Rulan triggered was the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, which was actually not surprising. He killed his brother and his father like this. He was a sinful person who deserved to be punished by heaven and earth.

However, if the Great Dao is fifty and Tianyan is forty-nine, even if it is a fatal disaster, there will still be a glimmer of hope. It is not impossible to survive the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation alive. Although I have never heard of anyone surviving this calamity alive, there is indeed hope of survival.

Wen Rulan knew that the thunder tribulation he was about to encounter must be the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, so he sealed his cultivation in order to accompany Meng Xing and prepare for the tribulation.

Even if there is a glimmer of hope, he will always give it a try!

However, this thunder disaster that he should have been fully prepared to face in the best condition happened unexpectedly.

It is the consensus of the cultivation world that the sealing cultivation during the tribulation period delays the thunder catastrophe, and no one has ever been discovered by Heaven because of this, causing the thunder tribulation to arrive early.

However, this "never" comes to an end today.

The sky has eyes... Wen Rulan heard Zhao Yongyuan's words. He looked up at the sky and looked at the terrifying thunder that struck him.

The sky has eyes, so it won't tolerate him.

Wen Rulan suddenly laughed, with self-deprecation and arrogance in his laughter. Although he was completely unprepared for this catastrophe, and had just experienced a big battle, his condition was far not as good as usual, but after all...he was not I wish I could just accept my fate!

The powerful demonic energy restored through the elixir was released all over his body. He did two things. He used the demonic energy to push Meng Xing, who was closest to him, far away and away from the range of the thunder calamity attack. Then, he used the demonic energy again. Cover the whole body to provide protection for yourself.

This thunderstorm came very quickly, and Wen Rulan took action very quickly. Meng Xing was pushed away from the thundercloud before he could react in time.

He staggered a few steps, and after he stood firm, he immediately turned his gaze in Wen Rulan's direction. The clouds were heavy and terrifying, covering all the brilliance in the world.

In this gray-black sky, this blue-purple light pillar is particularly dazzling. It is so powerful that the human body is as small as a lonely boat in the sea in comparison, and it capsizes in just a moment.

The lightning flashed away, but because it was too bright, it left a blank space in his field of vision for a long time. After Meng Xing regained his vision again, he was finally able to see Wen Rulan's current situation clearly.

He still stood there, his posture upright and stubborn. He withstood the first thunderstorm.

But this doesn't make people very happy, because there are a total of eighty-one thunders in the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, and their power increases one by one, and Wen Rulan still has eighty left.

Others spent these ninety-nine tribulations preparing for several years and risking all their possessions and magic weapons before they dared to compete with Heaven for this chance of survival, but even so, they did not win.

But Wen Rulan was unprepared, he was almost certain to die!

Zhao Yongyuan was right. Wen Rulan died during the encirclement and suppression on August 8th. This was the day he was destined to die!

No! Meng Xing desperately denied it in his heart, so what if the opponent was Tian? Wen Rulan didn't accept her fate, and neither did he!

There must be a way, there must be a way!

Meng Xing suppressed his panic and rummaged through his card pool. He drew more than 200 cards this time. In addition to two SR cards, there were also about 20 useful R cards.

But...he looked at them one by one. This one was useless, and this one was useless. The thunder in the distance kept coming, one after another, like a chariot rolling over the earth. The roar of thunder made people unable to breathe.

Meng Xing threw all the cards on the ground with some annoyance, and among the cards scattered on the ground, suddenly, a card came into his field of vision.

It was a heaven-level defensive weapon. Meng Xing's face showed a little joy. Although he might not be able to withstand a few thunders, he could still provide some help to Wen Rulan.

He picked up the card from the ground and was about to use it when another lightning strike struck him.

The lightning was still aimed at Wen Rulan, but among the scattering of the thunder, a wisp of thin lightning came near Meng Xing, reaching a range that it was not supposed to attack.

Before the card was fully activated, the lightning had already swallowed up the pattern on the card, leaving only a void of scorched blackness.

Meng Xing stared blankly at the card in his hand. It no longer had any effect, but he still looked at it, looking at the black smoke on the card that was still burned by the thunder.

With a "boom", the next thunder came again.

Meng Xing was awakened by the thunder. He raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The thunderbolt will not stop, killing all those who dare to resist, or those who dare to resist, under the power of God.

It is so lofty and lofty that to it, all living beings in this world are nothing more than ants that live and die in a breath, even gods are equally powerless in front of it.

Meng Xing suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness. There is a far-reaching saying in the world that destiny cannot be violated. Things that are destined by God cannot be changed or reversed.

The other party never showed his true appearance the first two times, but Meng Xing never truly understood how powerful the other party was, so he dared to make lies that went against destiny.

It was only at this moment, when he faced the power of God, that he realized that all the struggles he had done were in vain.

This is an impossible game to win!

Meng Xing let go of his hand, and the charred cards fell to the ground as he let go. He no longer made any moves, nor did he have any will to resist.

Wen Rulan was still struggling under the thunder. His clothes were no longer intact, and his bright face was no longer as attractive as before. On the contrary, the exposed skin was covered with burnt, bloodshot scars.

This was already the thirty-sixth lightning strike. Wen Rulan had not yet been chopped into ashes, but Meng Xing was already heartbroken.

Because he knows the outcome, and he also knows that there is no power in the world that can change the destiny destined by heaven.

He gave up.

The fifty-fourth thunder.

The demonic cultivators were frightened by the power of heaven and were afraid of being accidentally injured by the thunder that destroyed everything. They retreated a hundred miles away early and only watched this scene from a distance. The righteous cultivators did the same, because they watched the thunder calamity of the cultivators in the tribulation period. It is helpful to their practice, and it is also because watching the devil be punished by heaven, isn't it very satisfying?

Zhao Yongyuan was supported by his disciples. He felt proud and proud. His injuries didn't matter. As long as he could watch Wen Rulan, the devil, be punished by heaven and earth, all the price he paid today was worth it!

Gu Feng didn't ask for help, he leaned on the ground with his sword. He looked at Lei Lei with complicated eyes. He knew that Wen Rulan deserved to die, and he had never wavered in his determination to kill him.

He wasn't pitying the other person, he was just a little shocked. He thought that the trace of Yinglong's sword intention that he had comprehended was already extremely powerful, but now that he thought about it, he was just a glimpse of it.

He had never seen how powerful Ying Long himself was, but today he saw the brilliant power of heaven, and only then did he realize that true power can overwhelm everything, and can also swallow up all the fighting spirit of resistance.

It doesn't take any advanced cultivation or eyesight to see that no one can survive this death disaster.

But there was one person who never gave up. It wasn't that he didn't know it was impossible, he just wasn't willing to give up. So even though his body was covered with scars and the protection formed by the demonic energy was shattered by thunder again and again, he gritted his teeth and fought against the power of God.

Wen Rulan did deserve to die, but at least at this moment, Gu Feng somewhat admired him.

The sixty-third thunder.

Wen Rulan's demonic energy was already a little weak and her steps were staggering. He was almost unsteady, but he still stood stubbornly.

Others thought that he was struggling like this because he didn't want to die. There was indeed such a reason, but it was not the biggest motivation in Wen Rulan's heart to support him till now.

He cannot die. What does death mean? Cold? pain?

It’s neither, it’s a difference.

Perhaps just like the inexplicable catastrophe that happened today, Meng Xing was another catastrophe for him, which made him unable to fall into it. He didn't want to say goodbye to the other person, and he didn't want to be unable to hold the other person's hand again.

But this obsession became weaker and weaker under the blows of thunder. Even if he was unwilling to give in, Wen Rulan knew clearly that he would not be able to withstand this disaster.

But he couldn't just fall down, at least not until he had done that.

Finally, when the thunder struck the seventy-second time, Wen Rulan found an opportunity.

The non-stop thunder stopped for a moment. It was not that it opened up one side, but that the intensity of the last nine thunders would enter a new stage. It was accumulating strength. Spiritual energy from all directions was gathering into the thunder clouds, brewing. Terrible thunderstorm.

When the thunder stopped, Wen Rulan did not take the opportunity to adjust her breathing to ease her injuries. Instead, she flew up and went to a person's side.

Meng Xing stared blankly at Wen Rulan who came to him, looking at the scars on his body. The scars, which were horrific when viewed from a distance, became even more shocking when viewed up close.

He was stunned, but Wen Rulan was not. He moved very quickly and without stopping, reached out and pressed Meng Xing's abdomen, giving Meng Xing a trace of his remaining demonic energy.

His brows were wrinkled, and his face was filled with unconcealable anxiety. He kept looking up at the sky, and then at Meng Xing in front of him.

Finally, he found what he was looking for and crushed it with demonic energy. Meng Xing saw the prompt from the system and the Gu insect buff that had been following him disappeared.

One effect of this voodoo is that after the person who planted the voodoo dies, the host of the voodoo will also die. This is what Wen Rulan has always been thinking about. If he dies like this, Meng Xing will die too.

He may not be able to escape today's death, but at least...

Wen Rulan handed a storage bag to Meng Xing and warned in a hurried tone: "Get out of here. There are disguise pills and some protective weapons in the storage bag. You have to change your appearance and not be discovered by others. "

Meng Xing is a little demon cultivator in the foundation-building stage. When Wen Rulan was around, no one dared to mess with him. Once Wen Rulan died, he would become a sheep among hungry wolves and be torn apart by the demon cultivators vying for the position of Demon Lord.

Even though he was in a life-and-death situation, Wen Rulan thought very carefully about Meng Xing. He pointed out the way to survive for Meng Xing. After giving instructions on everything, he touched the other person's face with nostalgia and traced the other person's face with his eyes. The facial features, every arc is imprinted in my heart.

Then, when the thunder sounded again, he shouted to Meng Xing: "Let's go!"

After shouting, he did not stop, looked for a direction, and left far away. The thunder clouds followed his movements and moved away from Meng Xing.

During this period, Meng Xing didn't say anything to him or respond to him. He was like a dull puppet who could only make rigid and mechanical movements. He took the storage bag handed over by Wen Rulan. But he didn't leave as he said.

There is no point in leaving. Wen Rulan's death means the failure of the game, and this dream will also collapse. But again, there is no point in fighting because that enemy cannot be defeated.

Meng Xing had already recognized the reality, but his despairing heart seemed to be shaken when he saw what Wen Rulan had done to him, and when he left him and was swallowed up by thunder again.

The thunder was unprecedentedly powerful, more powerful than the previous seventy-two thunders. The aftermath of the thunder spread to the ground, and the sand and gravel collapsed beneath it.

At the same time, some floating dust was blown up from the dead ashes, revealing the embers underneath that had not been completely extinguished.

After the earth-shattering sound, another thunder struck down. After accumulating enough spiritual power, there was no need for any pause between the last nine thunders.

The thunder light lit up Meng Xing's pupils, and fire burned in them.

The fire grew stronger and stronger, giving the stiff body renewed strength of anger. Meng Xing's fingers holding the storage bag were clenched tightly, the knuckles turned white and the veins were exposed.

"Isn't Mr. Mengze the god you created? Why did he have to die?! Why did you do this to him?!" Meng Xing yelled to the sky, questioning every word.

But his question was like the roar of ants, which was hidden under the even louder thunder. Not only the sky couldn't hear it, not even the other monks could hear it.

But something heard it, and the system let out a long sigh in Meng Xing's mind. Its tone was low and helpless: "Because Mr. Mengze did something wrong."

Meng Xing was startled, and then refuted angrily: "What kind of wrong thing is it? How can we distinguish right from wrong?! Or, just because God doesn't allow it, does it count as a mistake?"

"He is just wrong." The system interrupted Meng Xing. It did not explain what it had done wrong, but its tone was very strong: "There is no need to question or argue, he just did something wrong."

"Meng Xing, including what you are doing right now is wrong. Wen Rulan will die on this day. All resistance or obstruction is wrong." The system gave Meng Xing an answer he had never expected. At the same time, he It also gave Meng Xing a second choice that he had never had before: "The game does not have to be cleared before you can leave. You can choose to give up and terminate this error."

As he finished speaking, Meng Xing saw a prompt box pop up on the system interface, which was a prompt to exit the game.

Meng Xing's original intention of completing the mission was to return to his real world, but now that the way to leave was placed in front of him, he couldn't bear to do it.

He looked at the four big words "Exit Game" and then looked at Wen Rulan who was surrounded by thunder in the distance.

It was already the seventy-fifth thunder, and the demonic energy was shattered by the power of thunder, and he was about to disappear into ashes.

It is said that before a person dies, the past will flash before his eyes like a revolving lantern. Meng Xing was not near death, but he also saw these flashing memories.

Like a rapidly flipping film, he looked at Wen Rulan one by one, with different expressions. Some had sinister features, some were vicious, but at the same time, some were smiling gently, and some were anxious and uneasy because they were afraid of his anger.

In the end, the scene was frozen on Wen Rulan's back after saying the word "go" to him and leaving alone.

Wen Rulan was cruel and vicious, a scum that everyone despised, but everyone else had the right to scold him like this, only Meng Xing did not.

He had tried his best to give everything he could to Meng Xing.

"What if I don't want to quit?" Meng Xing suddenly asked.

The system went silent.

The system interface suddenly started to flash, and the prompt box to exit the game was moved to the corner. A card with its back facing up appeared on the center interface, and there was a number above the card.

This is the interface for drawing cards. Meng Xing is very familiar with it. As for the number above the card, it shows the number of times that the card can be drawn. Meng Xing has already exhausted the number of draws, so the number displayed now is 0.

But suddenly, the 0 jumped and turned into a 1, and the gray card also lit up again with a light edge that could be drawn.

"Is this...?" Meng Xing asked in confusion.

"Meng Xing, make your choice again." The system did not explain. It just repeated with a sigh: "Once again, make your choice."

The cards with their backs facing up suddenly began to move, like a train solitaire. They lined up in a neat queue, and cards with different effects hidden one by one flashed through the center of the interface.

The system interface was a transparent light curtain. While Meng Xing was looking at the system interface, he was also looking at Wen Rulan who was submerged in the lightning.

It is already the eightieth thunder.

He no longer hesitated, but firmly reached forward, and among the tens of thousands of cards, he grabbed the one that was pulling him.

"Let me make the mistake to the end." Meng Xing muttered.

He took the card out of the card pool, and the moment he took it, the card turned into an entity and appeared in his hand.

After the eightieth lightning bolt dissipated, Wen Rulan had exhausted all available means. His cultivation was scattered, his magic weapon was broken into pieces, and he could no longer stand where he was. He could only fall weakly in the mud. on the ground.

The placket on his chest was soaked in blood. After the blood oxidized, it turned a dull red, a shocking red.

He looked at the sky, only the last one was left.

And he no longer has any strength left to resist, the 81st thunder will burn his body and split his soul.

As his death approaches, some people are worried, but more people are happy.

Zhengdao hopes that this demon will die, which is the purpose of their encirclement and suppression today. Although the demon cultivator obeys Wen Rulan's orders on the surface, secretly he hopes to pull Wen Rulan off his horse and take the position of the demon king himself.

For a moment, both sides of the battlefield, which was almost completely burned by thunder and should have been filled with solemn killings, were filled with joy.

Everyone looked at the sky in unison, waiting for the last thunder to strike in the thunder clouds.

This is the last one and the most powerful one. Throughout the ages, there have been countless people with amazing talents and beauty. There are many monks who can survive the eightieth thunder tribulation like Wen Rulan, but there has never been anyone who can survive this last one.

It is said that the power of this last thunder is almost equivalent to the total of the previous eighty thunders, and based on what the monks saw before their eyes, it was indeed as rumored.

There is terrible power accumulated in the thunder clouds, and the shuddering aura is rising steadily. I almost want to kneel to the ground and express my surrender before the power of God.

But before the thundercloud finished accumulating and struck the last thunder, something else seemed to appear.

The first person to notice it was Gu Feng. He frowned and looked at a corner far away from the thunderclouds. There seemed to be a cold and terrifying aura there that was rising even faster than the thunderclouds were gathering.

Soon, other people also noticed that it was the leaders of the top factions, and they also looked at that corner.

More and more people turned their attention and were attracted by what was in the corner.

Such a huge thunder should not have been overshadowed by other things, but it just happened without any rehearsal, just because of that powerful force that cannot be ignored.

Even Wen Rulan himself, who was facing Thunder, couldn't help but shift his gaze before dying.

At the center of everyone's attention was a man, a man who should have been inconspicuous.

With his cultivation in the foundation building stage, he could only be the lowest-level soldier in this war. Most people didn't know him, but looking at him at this moment, he could clearly feel the chill that invaded his bone marrow.

Practitioners should not be afraid of cold or heat, let alone feel hot or cold, but at this moment, all the monks in the field felt that their blood seemed to be frozen, chills rose from their hearts, and their limbs trembled under each other's breath.

Among the people who didn't know each other's identity, Wen Rulan was an exception, and Gu Feng was also an exception. He remembered that this man was the one who pretended to be Wen Rulan and lured him away that day.

He also remembered the other party's true cultivation level, which was undoubtedly the foundation-building stage, but where did this terrifying power come from?

Moreover, he also felt a familiarity from this breath...

But how is it possible? He was using the sword intention left by Ying Long, which was the only thing left by Ying Long in this world. There was no way anyone could emit such a similar aura.

But as this aura continued to strengthen, the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger. Even more so, Gu Feng felt that the other party's aura was far more powerful than the sword intent he used, almost like Ying Long himself. It’s like being there in person!

The rest of the people have never understood Yinglong's sword intention, so they don't have the same sense of familiarity as Gu Feng, but they are also full of doubts about this person. This strength that is still rising has exceeded the tribulation period and is not like the human beings. It's time to have the power.

Wen Rulan was equally puzzled. He didn't understand why Meng Xing's strength increased so fast, nor did he understand how the other party did it.

But while he didn't understand, some faint points of light seemed to appear in his eyes, which were already completely shrouded by the shadow of death.

"What is that in his hand?" the sharp-eyed monk shouted.

When everyone heard the sound and looked around, they discovered that the man had his head lowered all the time, holding something like a wooden sign in his hand. It seemed to be a little thinner than the wooden sign, but not as flexible as paper. It was unclear what it was. But it is certain that this thing is the source of that deterrence.

What exactly is that?

No one knows the answer except Meng Xing.

He looked at the card in his hand and the gold border around the card that represented SSR.

He suddenly laughed lowly and said to himself while laughing: "The trump card that turned the world around finally came to my hand."

At the same time as his laughter fell, the thunder cloud finally gathered strength. A loud noise like the earth cracking resounded in the clouds, fine lightning flashed, and the last thunder was about to strike.

Everyone's attention was diverted again by the loud noise, but Wen Rulan and Gu Feng were still staring in the direction of Meng Xing. The former was reluctant to give up. Even on the verge of death, he wanted to fill the other's face with the last glance he saw. The other is confused. He wants to figure out where his sense of familiarity comes from.

The practitioners' excellent eyesight allowed them to see clearly the pattern on the front of the card when Meng Xing suddenly turned it over.

It was a black dragon, a dragon with wings.

Ying Long.

It was just a pattern painted on the card, but each scale on the dragon's body shone with a different luster under the light. It didn't look like it was painted on it, but a real dragon actually inhabiting this square inch. Same in the cards.

The dragon's face is turned sideways to the outside world, with only one closed eye exposed. The dragon's body is curled behind it, motionless.

But as Meng Xing held the card in front of him, a golden stream of light suddenly flashed around the card.

Wen Rulan was looking at Meng Xing, and Meng Xing was also looking at Wen Rulan.

"I will be invincible!" He raised one corner of his lips towards the other party, revealing a somewhat arrogant smile: "I will be invincible!"

As he finished his last word, the last bolt of thunder struck down from the sky!

At the same time, the golden light around the card also completed a circle and converged into the center of the card, lighting up the golden dragon eyes.

The dragon on the card opened its eyes, like the finishing touch. It was endowed with the vitality of free movement and the complete and powerful divine power like the God of War himself.

Black mist pours out from the card, turbulent and rapid. They quickly gather in the air, first the dragon body, then the dragon claws, the dragon scales, and finally the pair of wings that span the sky and the earth.

Yinglong flapped its wings in the air and let out a roar that shook the earth, even the thunder couldn't cover it up!

Everyone was startled by the roar of the dragon, and before they could turn around, they saw the huge shadow flying over their heads.

It flew by quickly, without stopping for a moment, and finally, before the thunder struck Wen Rulan, it stopped it in mid-air.

The purple thunder collided with the black dragon, and the thunder roared continuously, like a war drum, continuously increasing the power of this last thunder in the sky.

Meng Xing was the same. He controlled the power of the God of War. The black dragon roared and roared, tearing into pieces the thunder that destroyed everything.

The black mist that made up the dragon's body was constantly being split apart, and the thick thunder was also shrinking, but neither of them had any intention of retreating.

Destiny is destined and cannot be changed. He will not allow anyone to change the ending he has set!

Meng Xing wants to change!

Blue-purple thunder light scattered in the sky, illuminating the surrounding world in white, but the black dragon body blocked the light, firmly protecting the people below under its shadow.

Finally, after a stalemate that lasted as long as a century, the two forces that should not exist in the world collapsed.

The dragon's body was split apart, its scales scattered, and it fell downwards, like a bloodless rain of blood.

The thunder was shattered, leaving only a few small purple lightning flashes in the sky that were unwilling to disperse.

After such a huge collision, there was almost silent silence.

No one spoke, no one dared to speak.

They were speechless at all, because of the sudden appearance of Ying Long, and also because... Wen Rulan passed this catastrophe that no one should have been able to survive alive.

Although he did not get through it with his own strength, he did withstand all eighty-one thunderbolts, and the thunder disaster was over.

It's not over yet!

Meng Xing knew this very well. He walked step by step to Wen Rulan, his eyebrows filled with solemnity.

Before Wen Rulan could feel the joy of escaping from death, her expression changed again.

Because the thundercloud did not dissipate, the purple lightning was still flashing in it, and it began to accumulate spiritual power again, brewing the 82nd thunder.

This goes against the rules he set for himself.

"How could this happen?!" Even the righteous monks who were looking forward to Wen Rulan's death were extremely shocked at this moment.

Heaven is both ruthless and affectionate, and Tianyan Four-Nine will always leave a glimmer of hope for people. Even the most ferocious devil will be lenient if he can really withstand the test of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation.

But he won't show mercy to Wen Rulan. He must make Wen Rulan die on this day!

The spiritual power was extracted by the thunder clouds, and the spiritual energy that should have been everywhere was drawn into a vacuum at this moment. They converged into the clouds, and together they formed the 82nd thunderbolt that represented the inviolable will of God.

Breathing seemed to begin to become labored. After their spiritual power was drained, the monks felt more or less discomfort and the fear of wanting to escape immediately.

As long as the thunder tribulation stays away from the range it covers, it will not affect innocent people. But this catastrophe in the sky is obviously not a thunderstorm. It is not a test, it only comes to destroy the heaven and the earth!

Some monks really started to run away. They wanted to escape far away from here. But some people did not leave, not because they were not afraid of death, but because they knew they could not escape.

If this thunder really strikes, not only Wen Rulan will die, but everything around him, and even the world, will be destroyed.

Since you can't escape, why not witness with your own eyes the final success or failure of this person who dares to fight against the will of heaven?

The eyes of those who stayed behind were all focused on Meng Xing. When this man became serious, all the frivolity and casualness disappeared, leaving people feeling that he was as cold as a blade and as majestic as an emperor.

Wen Rulan stared blankly at Meng Xing standing in front of him. He could only see Meng Xing's side face, but it was only the side face, but it was the Meng Xing he had never seen before.

The thunderstorm was gathering strength, and Meng Xing was also gathering the power of the God of War that had been scattered by the thunder. The scales scattered on the ground turned into black mist and gathered in front of him, no longer in the shape of a dragon, but in the shape of a sword.

This is...

"The Glimpse of Divine Sword..." Gu Feng muttered.

There was no mistake. This sword gave him the same feeling as the remaining sword intention in the Longyuan Rift Valley. He only had to comprehend a trace of the sword intention to have the power to leapfrog and challenge the Tribulation Stage. This man named Meng Xing had He has the complete power of Yinglong, so he can challenge Tiandao.

Yinglong is a god who is good at killing, and his divine sword is said to have the power to cut off all tangible objects.

However, after all, he is only a god named by Heaven. Although he is powerful, there is no way to know whether he has the ability to compete with Heaven.

Because Yinglong will not go against the way of heaven, he is the god who protects the way of heaven.

But now, this divine sword was in front of Meng Xing.

He comes to give that answer!

Thunder flashed and the wind roared.

Amidst the sound of wind and thunder, Meng Xing's sleeves and robes were blown loudly, but he himself was like an unshakable mountain, and like a magic needle that fixed the sea. The storm could not move him in the slightest. He was persistent and firm in front of Wen Rulan. .

He looked up at the intensifying thunderstorm in the sky and shouted the name of the person behind him: "Wen Rulan!"

Wen Rulan was startled by the shout.

Meng Xing never looked back. He kept looking at the sky. The Lianying Sword became more and more condensed and sharp in front of him.

Finally, at the moment when the sword edge was completely condensed and formed, the world-destroying thunder had also accumulated strength.

It did not hesitate, just as everyone expected, it struck down the thunder that destroyed the heaven and the earth!

The lightning was dazzling like never before, like a rapidly falling scorching sun.

When Lei Guangxing reached Wen Rulan, Meng Xing also reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.

"Heaven wants you to die!" Meng Xing roared angrily, as if he was using all his strength: "I don't want you to die!"

He jumped up, raised the legendary invincible divine sword, and swung this devastating blow towards the sky!

The world-destroying lightning was blocked by the sword, but was not broken up. The two sides were in a stalemate in the air, neither of them willing to give in.

There were cracks on the edge of the sword, and there were gaps in the lightning. The veins on Meng Xing's arms were tight. He roared, roared, and swung the sword forward.

The crack on the sword edge further expanded, but before it broke, the lightning was also split into a deep gap. The sword light passed through the cold arc, completely cutting the thunder into two pieces.

The thunder that broke into two parts scattered in all directions, destroying everything in its path. The nearby sand, gravel, vegetation, and the crowd of onlookers were not spared.

But it couldn't affect the people blocked by Meng Xing.

Meng Xing still did not stop, his sword edge still moved forward, after cleaving the world-destroying thunder, he cleaved the mountains and rivers, the earth under his feet, and even the world.

The earth began to shift, and the complete world could no longer remain intact. It was split into two halves.

One half began to topple, the other began to slide, and then, before they were completely separated, they were swallowed up by the thunder that swept across the sky and earth.

When the light reaches its maximum intensity, all colors disappear, and the purple thunder turns into pure white.

Meng Xing became the only shadow in the white light. The black shadow stretched in the white light, and everything was annihilated in the light.

But the area covered by Meng Xing's shadow is like the eye of a storm. No matter how frantic and terrifying the outside world is, the eye of the storm is as calm as a paradise.

In the white chaos in front of him, Meng Xing heard that cold and familiar voice.

"game..."

The system interface paused for a moment, and the cursor kept flashing after the last word, as if it was difficult to make a decision.

Finally, it delivered its verdict.

"to be continued."

The author has something to say: The third dream is over.

. I have a habit of saying something about the theme of each article before starting it, but I didn’t say it in this article because I felt it was a bit of a spoiler.

Now it can be said that the theme of this article is fighting against fate.

And, the last little theater of copywriting is coming.

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!