The thunderclouds in the sky became thicker and thicker, and they became one piece. It seemed to destroy everything, and a strong wind blew on the earth.

A palpitating coercion fell from the air, and the burial sword felt it for a moment, only to feel that his heart was pounding, like a cold stabbing back, and his heart roared. He had a faint hunch that today's thunderstorm was not simple.

Of course, it is not simple, Ou Yangming has dragon and phoenix bloodlines at the same time. If the thunder he encountered was simple, then wouldn't it be child's play if the rest of the people wanted to survive the thunder.

He was able to force the Venerable to defend with all his might when he was at the height of the Spirit Rank, and shattered his jaws.

How terrifying is this kind of character? Burial Sword didn't dare to guess, just thinking about it, he felt his scalp tingle.

He moved his gaze to Ou Yangming, only to see that his face was calm and unwavering.

sighed in his heart and said, it is really the mountain in front of the younger generation, after today, even the older generation will not be able to stop the pace of his rise, right?

The thunderclouds became lower and lower, as if they could be touched as long as they jumped up, directly covering a range of miles.

The thundercloud was more than three times more majestic than when He Jian crossed the tribulation, and it was the same when I thought about it.

Generally speaking, the power of heavenly thunder is constantly superimposed, for example, the third power of the heavenly tribulation is the sum of the first and second paths, the fourth path is the sum of the first, second, and third paths, and so on. It is precisely because of this that the more thunder tribulations, the greater the probability of falling, and the greater the benefits that can be obtained after the success of the tribulation.

Under the thunderclouds, Ou Yangming exhaled softly.

He took out the anti-lightning suit from the space bag, put it on his body, and with a wave of his wrist in the air, one thousand and eight thick earth arrays spread out, directly covering the range of a hundred zhang.

Ou Yangming felt the pressure on his shoulders and didn't care.

His eyes were blazing, and his majestic battle intent swept in all directions, and he exhaled: "Today, I will definitely step into the Venerable One! In the future, I will suppress all enemies in the world!" This voice is not loud, flat and straightforward, but it is more thick, giving people a sense of firmness. It seems that if he said that he could suppress all the enemies of the world, then he could suppress all the enemies of the world.

The black clouds rolled and pressed down, and the light in the sky seemed to be absorbed by the black clouds, as black as ink.

Suddenly, the lightning flashed, and countless thunderbolts fell from the sky, tearing the sky to pieces, and countless thunderbolts the thickness of buckets fell out of thin air.

Burial Sword's heart beat faster, and he screamed, "This ...... The first thunder is thunder falling like rain?"

Ou Yangming breathed and breathed, adjusted his qi, raised his hand and pointed at it, and under the guidance of spiritual power, the thick earth array turned into countless white points of light, fused and changed, and turned into a black and white array out of thin air.

From a distance, the array was pierced by a curved arc, which happened to split in the middle.

One yin and one yang, one black and one white, clearly distinguished.

Ou Yangming pushed his right hand outward and shouted, "Go!"

The formation chart kept rotating, not retreating, but advancing, and went straight to the thunder.

The thunder thundered like a torrential rain on the array, fast and fast, like a torrential rain hitting pear blossoms. But the array was all absorbed, and a deafening muffled sound was heard. At the same time, a majestic wave of qi swept in all directions, rolling outward in a circle, and everywhere it passed, life was cut off.

When the burial sword saw this scene, his face changed, and he retreated a hundred feet outward.

He kept his head up and kept staring at the sky, looking from his perspective.

This is like the formation of a yin and yang fish, crashing into the sky, blocking all the thunder, and there is still no sign of collapse.

The Thick Earth Array, in Ou Yangming's hands, actually had a meaning of turning decay into magic, and burst out with unimaginable power.

In vain, the mutation protruded, and I saw that this thunder that had no hundreds of paths gathered in vain, and turned into a unicorn, six or seven zhang high, flashing with lightning, illuminating the entire sky extremely bright, like a mad beast, crashing into the below.

"Change?" Ou Yangming muttered.

There was no trace of surprise on his face, and his sleeves were lifted in the air.

The formation that was like a yin and yang wooden fish shrank in vain, becoming more and more condensed, and pressed away.

After only holding on for a breath, the white jade unicorn was completely crushed.

The whole world fell silent again, only the sound of whimpering wind, and the pressure falling from the clouds was even greater, like a majestic mountain pressing on the heart, making people breathless.

Under the thunderclouds, Ouyang understood that his clothes were like snow, he was calm, his long hair was swaying behind him, and his temperament was outstanding.

After the tea, the second thunderbolt fell.

Ou Yangming communicated with the dantian and poured the majestic spiritual power into the array, and the pure spiritual power stirred.

The "......boom" collided, the arc spread, and the array made a muffled sound, as if it was about to collapse.

Ou Yangming pinched the trick with both hands, did whatever he wanted, turned into countless afterimages, and pushed outward, the power of the second heavenly tribulation collapsed, and the heavens and the earth returned to calm.

But the formation map also emitted black smoke, the color was pitch black, there were several places, and there were a few more cracks, looking at this way, at most it could only block a heavenly tribulation.

"Crackling......" Another thunderbolt fell, and the light of the array flashed, round as one, and in an instant, it was covered with dense cracks.

"Burst!" Ou Yangming pinched his fingers and snorted coldly.

The formation exploded and collapsed at the same time as the thunder.

The wave of qi set off, even if it is the peak of the spirit, does not dare to touch it easily.

"Three ......" Burial Sword exhaled a turbid breath and said in a low voice.

I was extremely envious in my heart, this was a catastrophe that jumped over the dragon gate.

The heavens and the earth became more and more silent, and the winds that seemed to be able to whimper all stopped, and the whole world was only the rolling thunderclouds.

"It's coming!" After a while, Ou Yangming said secretly in his heart.

I saw the thunderclouds in the sky flickering, faintly revealing a touch of red, and they actually tore out several white dragons condensed by the power of the thunder tribulation, and slaughtered them.

The domineering look in Ou Yangming's eyes flashed away, his body jumped up, his hands clasped in front of him, and he took the initiative to meet him.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, he took advantage of the weakness to enter, pinched the neck of the dragon with his right hand, shook it hard, and quickly killed it, and the thunder collapsed like rain, turning into an arc and dissipating.

At the same time, his body pulled away, and from an incredible angle, he kicked the head of the other dragon, knocking it directly back into the thundercloud.

He rubbed his fingers against the lightning suit, and secretly said in his heart, wearing the lightning suit to survive the catastrophe is too simple.

When the burial sword saw this scene, he couldn't close his mouth, shook his head, and said, "It's really perverted." "But I don't have much to think about comparisons in my mind.

Five, six, seven......

Ou Yangming was calm and unbreakable, seeing the move, the spiritual power in the Danhu Lake turned into spiritual liquid, and there were already signs of turning into a lake, which was incomparably wide and contained so much energy that it was indescribable.

"Kara, Kara!"

At this moment, a small voice came from nowhere.

This voice was extremely weak, but it seemed to be able to penetrate the body and enter the soul, allowing a cold qi to breed from the bone marrow, spreading from the Heavenly Spirit Acupoint to all parts of the body, and the whole person was like falling into a frozen lake ten thousand feet deep.

There was a "pop" in the brain of the burial sword, as if he was being stared at by a fierce beast, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Slowly looking up, I saw that the thunderclouds in the sky had turned a dark red for some time.

In the thunderclouds, there are red silk edges, like silk, fine and dense, this color is constantly changing, like red not red, like dark not dark, like purple not purple, it has become an indescribable color, at a glance, it is like falling into hell, and there is no thought.

Burial Sword only felt a buzzing in his head, his eyes became dull, he took a deep breath, used his last strength, and said softly: "Heart Refining Tribulation?"

At this moment, a roar fell from the thunderclouds, revealing a monstrous resentment that directly distorted the surrounding nothingness.

It seems that whoever hears this roar must give in, and if they do not give in, they will die.

This roar became louder and louder, from far to near, the whole sky was mourning, becoming the only sound in this world, exploding in Ou Yangming's ears.

Despair, panic, fear, insecurity, all kinds of negative emotions float in the mind.

Ou Yangming took a deep breath, straightened his waist, laughed wildly in his mouth, and said, "I may die, I may lose, but my soul will never give in!

The canopy above his head, which had been pressed on everyone's heads for hundreds of millions of years, was no longer taken to his heart.

The essence flashed in his eyes, and a domineering intent swept in all directions.

He exhaled lightly in his mouth and said, "Only the secret of the mind, the voice of the gods and demons......"

As the sound spread, a powerful tearing force burst out, facing the sky, turning upside down, directly tearing the roar apart and turning into nothingness.

As soon as the calamity of heart refining was shattered, Ou Yangming only felt that his mind was transparent, the dust in his heart was completely dispersed, and white mist was emitted from every pore of his body, as if he had ascended to the immortal, this wonderful feeling was by no means something that could be described by simple words.

Seeing this scene, Fu Jian said softly: "There is still life against the sky, it is absolutely impossible to go against me, this kind of domineering meaning, Brother Yu, what kind of person are you?" At this moment, Ou Yangming's figure overlapped with the screaming Daozi outside the barren desert, shining brightly and arrogant.

The eighth heavenly thunder has passed!

The sky fell silent again, like the calm before the storm.

The black clouds became more and more condensed, and the thunder in the air became lower and lower, and even the sound of whimpering wind was stagnant.

At this moment, all the clouds in the sky were all condensed together, and turned into a black thunderbolt, which was the purest and deepest pitch black, a pitch black that made people's hearts palpitate, and it seemed that their hearts were lost in it at a glance.

"Boom!"

The black thunder was like a fright, tearing the sky apart.

Falling from the sky with a bang, it turned into a black dragon, lifelike, and extremely fast.

Ou Yangming smiled arrogantly, let out a long roar, and poured all the aura in his body into the anti-lightning suit, and the lines imprinted in it on the anti-lightning suit were connected, carrying the momentum of the Yangtze River, like an angry tornado.

In a groundbreaking and domineering posture, he slammed into the thunder!

"Boom ......"

The whole world was in turmoil, the mountains were collapsing, and the earth was sinking.

Like the end of the world, all life is gone.

Even the cultivation of the Burial Sword flew outward, and there was only one thought left in his heart, what kind of thunder is this?