Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Mo Qingqing's body became blurred and she rushed towards the thundercloud at an extremely fast speed, as if teleporting.

"crazy."

Zhang Song didn't know whether the power of the thunder tribulation would increase if two people were combined, but Mo Qingqing had just entered the second level. If she went in at this time, a small lightning flower would be enough to smash her to pieces.

He stepped back while sighing, it was really a pity to see such a beautiful woman die.

"Hint: Discover the opportunity to build your foundation."

"Condition one: Survive the lightning catastrophe for one breath without dying."

"Condition 2: Absorb a ray of lightning into the body."

Zhang Song snorted coldly and closed his eyes. This was a trap, a fishing trap. If someone at the Foundation Establishment stage went in, he would probably be killed before he could withstand a few hits.

I am at the first level, and those who enter and exit the monk's gate are afraid that they will not die happily.

He is self-aware and able to control himself, so he can still withstand this temptation.

Just ignore the system information and pretend you didn't see it.

Suddenly, his body stiffened and he felt a faint sensation.

"It smells so good..."

"Want to eat..."

Zhang Song's face immediately became serious. If the eldest sister wanted to eat, then she must eat. Even if it meant dying, he would fulfill her wish.

The Purple-Striped Thunder Bamboo felt the thunder tribulation and conveyed an indescribable excitement, just like a little girl who would cry and refuse to leave if she wasn't allowed to play with her doll, or a little boy who would roll on the ground and unable to get up if he wasn't allowed to eat a hamburger.

Zhang Song walked cautiously towards the place of thunder.

Although it was slow and careful, all those who were watching secretly exclaimed in amazement.

Uncle Six: "Why do I think that man is Da Song? Son, son, come quickly and see if it's him."

Qiu Biao admired, but couldn't help but worry in his heart: "This silly boy, loyal and righteous, like me, like me, just a little silly, hey, don't go forward."

Yue Niang's eyes were red and swollen, but she was proud: "This is the man I chose. He is brave enough to die for his country without regrets."

Mo Qingqing was shocked: "What's going on? I came here to wake up the ancestor and send the last three drops of Lilong blood in my collection to him. What are you doing here?"

"Like me?" Mo Qingqing sighed, but she felt a little happy in her heart. After all, someone was willing to die with her. Sorry.

No one noticed that there was a hint of complexity in the big snake's turbid eyes.

Now that she is doomed to die, the only ones who are truly willing to die for her are one of her descendants and one of her apprentices.

Zhang Song didn't think so much. He just wanted to get a little bit of thunder and lightning energy at the edge to see if he could satisfy his wish of promotion and the great tribulation.

The energy and blood were steaming, and every muscle and every piece of skin in the body seemed to be alive, roaring with excitement, waving their hands to show their strength, and even those little bits and drops of energy and blood that burst out were trying to outline a giant dragon behind him.

Everyone held their breath, this kid was so amazing, he was actually drawing a red dragon of blood and energy. This sight was shocking. If he could really draw it, he would be able to break the tradition, establish his foundation with the power of a dragon, and achieve a dragon body.

“Ahhhhh.” Yue Niang jumped up and down with her fists clenched. Dasong did not give up. He was on his way to becoming invincible.

then……

Seeing him give up, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

That's right. A little first-level cultivator wants to be invincible. Have you ever seen a dragon? Even the Python Lord in the Chaos Canyon has probably never seen one.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Zhang Song's blood was seen steaming again, as if he was letting out an unwilling roar. Bit by bit, a wild giant bear appeared, standing tall, its huge body seemed to be about to burst the entire planet.

This is the pinnacle of power. In the past, the Demon King had once achieved this kind of ultimate power.

If the Earth Bear can be perfectly outlined, it can be born with talent and become the overlord of a region.

"It will definitely work." Yue Niang clenched her fists.

"Boy, you can do it." Qiu Biao is very optimistic about Zhang Song. His qi and blood have been clearly outlined to this extent. The only thing left is the last step, which is to inject it into his soul and leave his own mark on it.

No one even dared to breathe loudly, for fear of disturbing Zhang Song's advancement even though they were thousands of meters apart.

Zhang Song shook his head again, as if he was very regretful and annoyed, and as if he gave up just a little bit short of success.

Qiu Biao vomited blood and wished he could pick up a knife and wake this kid up. Do you know what you are going through? Can't you hold on for a little longer, just a little longer?

Zhang Song walked into the thunder tribulation. The thunder energy at the edge was not very strong, and it was aimed at the big snake of Yu Youzi.

How could he not know what he was doing?

That dragon was a fake dragon. No one had ever really seen a dragon. The so-called dragon was of two kinds: one was the illusion of the ancient Chinese dragon, and the other was a glass dragon that looked like a carp with four legs and a crocodile tail.

Such a dragon is not in Zhang Song's aesthetic view, and Zhang Song does not care whether he has cultivated a dragon-like skill or not.

His foundation is the immortal palace, the system, and the purple-veined thunder bamboo. It has nothing to do with dragons.

It has even less to do with the bear. Although the bear's body-building skills are good and he has mastered the basics, he definitely won't let himself become the second Black Wind Monster.

Advance!

There is only one way, to advance to the foundation-building stage through the Huangting breathing method.

At this time he suddenly looked at Mo Qingqing.

In the thunder tribulation, he was still more or less standing on the edge and did not enter the center of the thunder tribulation. Instead, Mo Qingqing sacrificed a piece of scale armor and slowly moved forward. His body was already covered in blood and was on the verge of collapse, supported only by his will.

Mo Qingqing couldn't walk any further. Although she could call out to the ancestor loudly and could clearly feel the ancestor's breath, it was impossible for her to make the ancestor recover. The magical fish scale in her hand was also useless.

Not reconciled.

Only one step away, he still had three drops of precious glass dragon blood in his hand. As long as he gave it to the ancestor to take, he would be able to restore some of his strength. In this kind of thunder tribulation, every bit could play an important role.

She was suddenly stunned. Her body didn't feel numb even after being struck by lightning, but now it was numb and stiff.

Zhang Song actually came from behind and hugged her slender waist. You have to know that the people in the barbarian village, especially the women, would expose a part of their white and tender belly, believing that it is a bridge to the world and would not let anyone touch it.

Since Zhang Song came in, he must have gained some benefits. After looking for a long time, he found that Mo Qingqing, who was knocked unconscious and dying, needed help.

"Sister, sister, do you have anything else to say?"

Mo Qingqing was speechless, but still took out a thumb-sized white porcelain bottle and said, "Give it to the ancestor."

Zhang Song nodded vigorously. It had come to this point, and he had to get all the benefits. However, his master didn't seem to be in good condition.

He was very worried. For anyone, a thunder tribulation was a test between life and death.

Zhang Song has the Purple-Striped Thunder Bamboo, and he just resists without putting up any resistance, just like a little beauty on the bed. You can do whatever you want to me, and you can even beat me to death.