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Song Qingshu felt that the heavenly power contained in it was like a vast ocean, manic and uneasy, and seemed to pour down at any time.

The red light flashed across, and a strange red dragon-shaped electric arc fell, hitting Song Qingshu's body.

Song Qingshu frowned, didn't even let out a cry of pain, and still flew towards the dome.

The dark clouds above Song Qingshu's head were thick and heavy, like millions of mountains descending from the sky.

It feels like a boulder is pressing down on your chest, and you can't breathe.

This is a kind of coercion from the spirit.

If ordinary people with weak will stand in Song Qingshu's position.

I am afraid that even if he is not struck to death by the catastrophe, he is not frozen to death by the gangster wind.

The mountain-like pressure from the spirit can also make people lose consciousness and panic and collapse.

"Hmph! The Thunder Tribulation in the Incomplete Heavenly Dao is just a coercion, and dare to block my steps and mess with my mind?"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, the soul power surged out of his mind, breaking through the thundercloud coercion of his dome in an instant.

With a sound of "咻", a piercing blue thunder flew towards Song Qingshu.

Like an extremely sharp arrow, several miles long, it fell from the clouds and hit Song Qingshu mercilessly.

"Cough...cough cough cough."

Song Qingshu didn't have any vitality shield around him, and he didn't deliberately resist anything.

Or rather.

Ever since Song Qingshu stepped into Leiyun, he has been relying on his physical strength to resist Lei Jie.

So although Song Qingshu was never injured, Song Qingshu still felt some pain from the fierce thunder disaster.

A little bit of pain, but that's all, no flesh and blood splashed, no vitality disorder.

"Still too weak!"

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, and then flew into the depths of the thunder disaster.

Relying on physical strength alone can counteract the thunder calamity.

It can be seen from this that Song Qingshu's physical body is already powerful enough to be amazing.

At least in the current Nascent Soul realm, Song Qingshu's physical strength has reached an unimaginable height, standing above the extreme realm.

Song Qing's face was as frosty as snow, and he soared into the sky against the endless thunder, straight into the clouds.

In an instant when Song Qingshu was there, there were hundreds of thunderbolts oncoming.

The thunder that charged straight at Song Qingshu didn't come directly.

Instead, it fell, violently like an avalanche falling.

The appearance of thunderbolts in pieces directly overwhelmed Song Qingshu's position.

"Oh, it wouldn't be interesting otherwise."

Song Qingshu waved the sleeves on the battle armor casually, and scattered a thunder light.

Looking at the slightly scorched sleeves, the indifference on Song Qingshu's face turned into satisfaction, and he smiled lightly.

So far, the power of the thunder that Song Qingshu faced has reached the level that Li Zhan and others can be killed with a random strike.

Facing the thunder that can crush the fifth stage of the Yuanying at will, even Song Qingshu dare not be too big.

Don't dare to be so conceited that you let the arc enter your body.

"So what if the sky is full of thunder? Come on!"

Song Qingshu sternly shouted, and the power of Kunyi Dao appeared in front of Song Qingshu.

No matter how ferocious and unprovoked Lei Ting is, how terrifying his behavior is.

But there is no way to break through the thin Kunyi power in front of Song Qingshu.

The power of thunder not only cannot hurt Song Qingshu's body.

And Song Qingshu continued to guide their power to sharpen himself.

The thunder exploded in front of Song Qingshu.

So Song Qingshu's face was pale and gorgeous.

extremely beautiful.

But also extremely dangerous and terrifying.

If it was an ordinary monk who was facing Thunder, then this Thunderbolt would undoubtedly be a life-and-death test.

But because it was Song Qingshu who was facing the thunder.

Therefore, this Thunderbolt, which looked extremely terrifying at first glance, could be taken lightly.

At the very least, this thunder arc that filled the sky, in front of Song Qingshu, could only become the nourishment for Song Qingshu to harden his body.

Besides, no matter how dangerous the thunder robbery was, it couldn't hurt even an inch of Song Qingshu's flesh and blood.

Song Qingshu took a deep breath, then opened his mouth, swallowing countless thunderbolts in an instant.

Song Qingshu's current physical strength has already managed to turn the thunder light for his own use, and gather the power of thunder and lightning to work for him.

In the thunder, Song Qingshu's own skin began to be crystal clear, full of energy, and it was obvious that he was getting stronger.

Chapter 429 The Changing Lightning Tribulation

The thunder and thunder of the catastrophe continued to roar in Song Qingshu's ears.

Every time the thunder exploded, it was like an explosion that opened up the world.

Its momentum was so great that even Li Zhan and Tang Xun, who were thousands of miles away, were aware of the existence of this catastrophe.

"Is this a two-color catastrophe?"

"Could it be possible that this world will have another peerless master at the fifth stage of the Nascent Soul?"

Tang Xun looked at the thundercloud thousands of miles away from the highest point of Tangmen Valley, and murmured in surprise.

Li Zhan pushed open the wooden window of Baiyun Pavilion in Fengjian Villa, and stared at the thundercloud with eagle-like eyes.

"who is it?"

Li Zhan said something to himself, unable to move his eyes away from the thundercloud for a long time.

Tang Xun and Li Zhan also survived the so-called two-color catastrophe.

But the Lei Jieyun of the two of them back then was not as powerful as one-tenth of that of Song Qingshu's Lei Jieyun.

Therefore, they are very curious now, who is the person who crossed the tribulation.

But they only know one thing.

That is, no matter who the person who crosses the catastrophe is, he must be facing the danger of life and death now.

Even if Li Zhan and Tang Xun faced such a terrifying thunder cloud, they would definitely not last long.

It will turn into fly ash and be scattered in the robbery cloud.

can.

The theories used in the secular world have never been able to apply to Song Qingshu.

In the thunder cloud, Song Qingshu only felt as if he was bathing in a hot spring.

Jin Dan, who was silent in his middle palace, felt a burst of warmth.

Indistinctly, whether it is Song Qingshu's middle palace environment.

Whether he is in the middle palace or not, the golden core is gradually becoming stronger and stronger.

And with every swallowing of Song Qingshu.

There must have been lightning arcs as thick as chopsticks flashing between his breaths.

Then with Song Qingshu's breath, he was absorbed into Song Qingshu's body again.

The thunder light all over the sky constantly nourished Song Qingshu's physical body and tempered his realm.

As a result, Song Qingshu's cultivation became more stable, and he completely lost the sense of vanity that he had just stepped into the first stage of Yuanying.

"Tch, is the legendary two-color catastrophe really just like this? If so, I'm really disappointed."

Song Qingshu raised his fist, and the ferocious Wuji punch directly hit the sky above.

The fist shattered a piece of thunder cloud above Song Qingshu's head, revealing a clear starry universe.

So Song Qingshu stretched in the slightly tilted starlight, and murmured with a smile.

Just when Song Qingshu felt that the two-color Heavenly Tribulation was too boring, and was about to scatter the Heavenly Tribulation Cloud casually.

Amidst the blue and red catastrophes, a pitch-black ball of thunder came into being.

"Three-color Thunder Tribulation?"

"Isn't this the Heavenly Tribulation Cloud that can only be encountered at the sixth stage of the Nascent Soul? How did it appear here?"

Feeling the terrifying power contained in the black thunder ball, Song Qingshu couldn't help but let out a strange cry.

Boom!

The black thunderball kept trembling in the air, trembling and changing shape.

In the end, several ink-colored thunderballs condensed together like a few drops of ink, turning into a giant ink-colored dragon, which bit Song Qingshu ferociously.

"Hmph! Make things difficult for me again and again, do you really think I'm easy to mess with!"

Song Qingshu let out a cold snort, pulled out the broken sword behind him, and pointed it at the oncoming black thunder dragon.

The blue veins on Song Qingshu's arms popped up and showed.

The power of Kun Yi Dao was exerted to the extreme by Song Qingshu.

With Song Qingshu's stern whistle.