Ji Shi

The dense forest is like a cover.

Zhao Ming sat cross-legged inside the formation, with the newly refined soul banner beside him.The last time he sacrificed the blood streamer, his vitality was seriously injured. This time, he used the soul of a condemned prisoner for the soul streamer, which was very evil.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.

Zhao Ming became nervous, took out a bottle from his pocket and put it beside him, took out another bottle of medicine pill, poured it all into his mouth without looking at it.

The lightning fell from the sky, and when it reached the top of Zhao Ming's head, a white light lit up in the formation, placing the lightning three feet away from the top of Zhao Ming's head.

The thunder grew louder.

Zhao Ming took a deep breath and raised his hands to the sky.

Several thunderbolts are coming!

The white light of the formation was just a little bit lighter, and the thunder and lightning pressed down to a distance of one foot.

Zhao Ming's expression changed suddenly.He knew that Moxiu's Thunder Tribulation was more powerful than ordinary cultivators, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful.He missed Weng Yuqiao halfway, and his gums hurt from hatred.If he hadn't lured himself into the way of the devil, and vowed to ensure that there is a way to survive the thunder disaster, how could he have fallen into such a mess.When he thought of Wen Gu from the same sect ascending to immortality, but he had to hide in this place where no birds lay eggs to fight against Thunder Tribulation, jealousy and hatred gnawed at his heart like a poisonous snake.

Lightning fell densely, without any gaps.

The formation collapsed in an instant, the soul flag was covered by him on top of his head, and the resentful soul roared in the thunder calamity.

Zhao Ming's face turned pale. Every time the thunder struck, his soul was hit by a hammer, and as time passed, it became heavier and heavier.

If this continues, he will definitely explain here.

Zhao Ming shook his head, stretched out his trembling hand, grabbed the bottle beside him, pulled out the cork, and poured it down his throat.This is the diluted Qijue San Cultivation Pill.He had seen Wen Gu's soul be separated after taking it, so he prepared this method in advance.Once I can't bear the thunder disaster, I will separate my soul, and it is better to keep one soul and one soul than to be scattered!

As soon as the Qijue Sanxiu Dan entered his stomach, he felt a burst of overwhelming pain, which almost deprived him of his remaining sanity.But when he thought that Wen Gu had survived in the same way, he cheered up again, and at the moment when his soul was uncertain, he separated one soul from the other, threw the soul streamer to wrap it, and slapped it with one palm, trying to send out a thunderstorm.

Suddenly a huge thunder struck, smashing the soul banner, and the soul disappeared instantly!

"No!" Zhao Ming wailed in despair.

More thunder fell.

Between the heavens and the earth, there is a faint voice: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Sooner or later, good and bad will ask the heaven..."