The last three Heavenly Tribulation thunderbolts fell on the white dragon that was surrounded by flames, and no one could see what was going on. Everyone only felt that the supreme coercion that hung over their heads began to dissipate, and the white dragon also fell heavily from the sky. After shaking for a while, the body of the white dragon fell not far from them, perhaps because they were stupid by the scene in front of them, the only remaining Goguryeo swordsmen except for Jin Dazhong and Fu Xifeng were all heavily under the white dragon, and then they were crushed into meat cakes.

At this time, the white dragon was almost dying, its body was even more flesh and blood, and the blood stains overflowed from the dragon scales that were about to disperse, and the blood stains stained the foot of the mountain peak, and the huge rocks rolled down from the top of the mountain, and the snow on the top of the mountain slid down from the top of the mountain, causing a huge avalanche.

The only remaining people escaped this catastrophe, and they looked at the white dragon not far from them, which was about 100 zhang long and a man's thick. The white dragon's body was not only bombarded by the thunder and lightning, but also hit by the rocks that rolled down from the peak, and most of its body was submerged in the snow that slid down from the top of the mountain. Soon the snow was stained red with blood oozing from its body, and the smell of blood permeated its nose.

"Is this really the end of it?" Ling Tianyun couldn't help but mutter, he didn't know what he meant by the end, whether it was the end of the tribulation or the failure of the White Dragon Tribulation. No one answered his words, and all eyes fell on the dying white dragon.

At this time, the white dragon was submerged in snow, and its weak long tail landed right on the gap between the two peaks, and the rushing lake water flowed straight down from the gap, and the water splashed on its long tail. And its body fell under the Tianwen Peak, its long body was blurred with flesh and blood, and the faint dragon scales exuded a dim luster, and its dragon head was facing everyone, and its crazy eyes were looking at everyone coldly with a look of contempt.

The people present all looked at the white dragon with their own thoughts, looking at the once majestic divine dragon, and did not know whether the white dragon succeeded or failed, even Ye Yinfeng could not judge. Wan Yanyan stood in the direction of the white dragon's long tail with a pale face, the scene of the white dragon falling down was chaotic, she was able to dodge the rocks and avalanches that rolled down, and her eyes revealed a panic of panic.

Everyone stood in the same position, because the chaotic scene when the white dragon fell was uncontrollable for a while, and everyone had to avoid not only the heavy fall of the white dragon's body, but also the huge rocks and snowfall that had been shaken down from the Tianwen Peak.

Ling Tianyun happened to be facing the white dragon's dragon head, and he clearly shot an unwilling gaze from the white dragon's eyes, and at the same time, he naturally felt the incomparable contempt and contempt of this behemoth for him. He secretly had a premonition in his heart that this white dragon should have failed to cross the tribulation, otherwise he would not have been born with such a desperate gaze. He really wanted to walk towards the white dragon and touch the white dragon's body, but he still sighed secretly, even if the white dragon failed to cross the tribulation, it was not something he could provoke.

Due to the heavy fall of the white dragon from the sky, everyone's position was completely different, although they were all at the foot of Tianwen Mountain, next to the Tiantian Pond Lake, but the position where they stood had changed greatly. Ling Tianyun happened to face the dragon head, the white dragon hovering under this astronomical peak, and its dragon head and long tail were also not far away. Next to Ling Tianyun was the Goguryeo Great Sword Master Xifeng, whose face was as cold as frost, he was standing in a pile of rubble and remnant snow, and his body was only a foot or two away from Ling Tianyun.

Jin Dazhong was stunned by the scene in front of him, and when his eyes fell on the body of the behemoth, his face turned dead, and his eyes could not hide the look of horror. His lips squirmed, but he couldn't say a word, he didn't even dare to look at the corpses of his companions not far from him, as well as the great swordsman with an extremely blue face, he only had the endless sea of blood in his mind, he couldn't help but let out a frightened sound, and then swept behind him. Soon, his figure disappeared from everyone's sight, he had collapsed, his mind had become disordered, and he subconsciously chose to escape from this Tianchi Lake like Senluo's hell.

Zhong Jianying got up from the gravel and snow, his heart was still trembling, and he still had lingering palpitations about what had just happened. He watched the departure of the Goguryeo swordsman who had begun to grace, his embarrassed figure, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a bitter smile that could not be concealed. Next to him was the body of the white dragon that was almost a person's height, even though the aura around the white dragon had withered, but he still felt that it was so unattainable.

"Amitabha, good, good!" The little monk said tremblingly with his hands together, and there was a complicated look in his flickering eyes. Although his face had a solemn expression, but that expression was still mixed with confusion and disbelief as complex feelings, he looked at the rest of the people from time to time, he was also at a loss like everyone else, whether this white dragon succeeded in the tribulation or failed, the doubts in his heart were the same as everyone else.

Wanyan Zhantian stood majestically on a rock that rolled down from the mountain peak with a spear in his hand, his hands were trembling slightly, just now in order to avoid the huge rock, the spear in his hand hit the rock. A huge recoil force shook his hands numbly, and although the momentum of the boulder's downward rush stopped, he also felt a fishy sweetness churning in his chest, almost grabbing his throat.

Yelu Qishi and the white ape were almost retreating into the Tianchi Lake, and their feet were already stained with the water of the lake that was boiling with blood. In the panic, they were also shocked by the aura of the white dragon falling, and they had to escape the boulder that rolled down from the mountain, so their situation was not very optimistic. When it was all over, they realized that they had retreated to the edge of the lake of the day, and the ebb and flow of the lake was wetting their feet.

Iga's figure was the most embarrassed, he almost pressed the dragon on his body, and in order to escape the dragon's fall, he was hit in the back by a boulder rolling down from the top of the mountain. At this time, he was sitting in the snow and couldn't stop pranayama and heal. It can be seen from his eyes with thick jealousy that he is also in horror at this time. The Fuso ninja, who had always been high, was unexpectedly seriously injured by the disaster caused by this dragon, which made him very depressed.

Except for Ye Yinfeng and the Goguryeo Great Swordsman, who were only slightly injured, the others were more or less hit by the flying stones. Wan Yan Yan had already lost his face, and he landed not far from the gap between the two peaks, Ling Tianyun was hit by the majestic aura rolled up by the white dragon, and his chest was also faintly painful. The corners of the little monk's mouth had oozed traces of blood, and the red robe didn't know if it was his own blood or the blood gushing out of the white dragon's body, resulting in a bloodstain.

The dying dragon raised its head slightly, and it looked contemptuously at the few ants surrounding him, and the aura of domineering and inconsequential desecration still emanated from its body. Even though it is dying, its majesty does not allow these ant-like humans to blaspheme. It seemed to assert its majesty, and a muffled roar erupted from its mouth.

With a sound of "Zheng", a crisp sound of the blade coming out of the sheath came into everyone's ears, and an invisible aura of slaughter spread in everyone's hearts. However, it was Fu Xifeng who drew a sword that was flowing with gorgeous light, and he slowly walked towards the dragon, revealing a rich killing intent from his gloomy eyes. He walked in front of the white dragon's head, his hands clutching the sword tightly, and a resolute expression appeared on his face.

The white dragon's eyes shot out two sharp arrow-like angry rays, and a low roar came out of its throat, and it felt a real strong killing intent from Fu Xifeng's body. Its majesty was untouchable, and it felt that its majesty had been violated in the worst possible way, so it kept growling. Even if it dies, it will also die under the Heavenly Tribulation, but it doesn't know that this Heavenly Tribulation did not really kill itself, but gave it a glimmer of life.

"You evil beast, do you think you can become an immortal after surviving the catastrophe, hahaha, do you know what we came all the way for. Many people think that there is a dragon in this Changbai Mountain, and only by fate can you get dragon luck. And this dragon luck is related to a country's luck, but who knows what this dragon luck is, no one knows. Fu Xifeng was incoherent as if he had lost his mind, but his words sounded in everyone's ears like a lightning strike.

No one really knows what this so-called dragon luck is, only what will happen if they get it. But in those historical records, there is no record of this, what is the dragon luck, Fu Xifeng came from Goguryeo, Iga came from Fusang, a small country in the East China Sea, and Wanyan Zhantian also came to the Tianchi of Changbai Mountain in person, and the little monk Bujie came here from the Central Plains.

Only Ye Yinfeng, Ling Tianyun and Zhong Jianying should be present who didn't know the deeds of the so-called Tianchi Divine Dragon of Changbai Mountain, they had come to this Changbai Mountain by mistake, and then they happened to witness the earth-shattering feat of this White Dragon Tribulation. It's just that he really doesn't know what this so-called dragon luck is, and they are not too interested in this dragon luck, so they look at the Goguryeo great sword master in surprise.

Ye Yinfeng's gaze looked at the others, and he found that except for the three of them, the others didn't seem to show surprised expressions, as if all this was expected by them. The little monk didn't take it for granted, and Wanyan Zhantian held the spear in his hand tighter, as if he was going to strike a fatal blow at any time, and there was no surprise on his face. Iga didn't know when he drew his scimitar, he stood up, and his cold eyes couldn't stop staring at the dying dragon.

For this strange situation, Ling Tianyun also found out, he looked at Wan Yan Yan not far away, when his gaze made contact with Wan Yan Yan's gaze. Wan Yan Yan lowered her head, as if she didn't dare to look at Ling Tianyun, obviously she also knew the inside story of this divine dragon, but she didn't say it. He also clearly saw two faint flushes flying on Wan Yanyan's cheeks, and he didn't know if it was a shy flush or a guilty flush.

A faint sense of helplessness and bitterness welled up in his heart, Ye Yinfeng didn't understand at this time that he and Ling Tianyun had been completely used by that Wanyan Zhantian, and he was still the kind of person who was willing to be used by him. Regarding the inside story of this dragon luck, Wanyan Zhantian and Wanyan Yan should know best, but they didn't say it from beginning to end, and they were stupid to make enemies for Wanyan Zhantian and Fusang ninjas and Goguryeo swordsmen.