"Joke, it's a joke?"

Compared with Xiao Budian's breaking of three dragonflies in a row, Thirteen Lang's one-palm breaking method made Le Hongtao even more unacceptable, and he was really a little uneasy in his heart.

He knew that the Thirteen Lang Dharma Body Dual Cultivation was possible, but he couldn't understand how his physical body could be so strong. In addition, Le Hongtao also has a study of Lei, looking at the thunder arc between the other party's five fingers at this moment, for some reason the taste of horror in his heart seems to be stronger than facing Lei Zun.

This is clearly not normal. In any case, the current Thirteen Lang and Lei Zun are not at the same level, and they can't even talk about their qualifications, how can they make Le Hongtao feel this way?

Is it really a joke? The desire to get an explanation was so strong that Le Hongtao was ashamed of his cowardice, and his face was redder and purpurer than just now, and it was even more hideous.

"You crack the joke first. ”

"You don't need to crack it, just see through it and just smile. ”

Shisanlang responded lightly, pinched the dragonfly into a shredded mess with his hand, and gently rubbed his little face with the other hand, his eyes were pitying, and there was a trace of guilt.

"It's okay, have a good rest. ”

Xiao Bu nodded, the expression on his face slowly relaxed, and his pupils slowly recovered with his father's actions, and then gradually returned to his true colors.

Injuries are inevitable, and it is good to recover your senses. Thirteen Lang took a light breath and raised his head to look at Le Hongtao, his eyes were calm to the extreme, and cold to the extreme.

Beneath the calm surface lies the Endless Storm, and the Vice-Rat's heart trembles slightly.

"I don't know how to live, and the artistic conception is incomplete and messy. The Divine Thunder has no business in the void, but it is just a little bit of the power of the years, and it is somewhat stained with the side of reincarnation. The reason why the thunder force is imposed is because he can't control his own will to die, and he is afraid that it will eat him. ”

Thirteen Lang said: "You won't understand that this magical power left to you is far inferior to the one left for Yelian at the beginning. The difference is that this liliang is more sufficient, which should have been done by him earlier. ”

There is no one more qualified to comment on a thing than to have experienced it himself. Although Shisanlang's words were mean, they revealed a sincere taste, which made Le Hongtao's heart sink. for he himself knew it in his heart. The time when he got this divine thunder should indeed be much earlier than that of the Night Lotus.

Everyone can grow, and people like Lei Zun are growing all the time, thinking that the Divine Thunder realm is improving, but he has not replaced him, maybe because of inconvenience, or because something else is worth playing.

Thirteen Lang said mockingly: "Whether it is for you or Yelian, the reason why your father plays foster care and cultivation is not for you or Qi Fei, but for himself!"

It's like being slashed in the heart. Le Hongtao suddenly became angry and yelled: "You are talking nonsense!"

Thirteen Lang didn't respond, and said lightly: "Unlike your beastly thinking, your father is not a woman. He knew that there was karmic fire in Yelian's body, and he hoped to use this method to perfect this thunder, and finally cultivate the true artistic conception supernatural power and break through the level to become enlightened. Xuanji, the Hall of Immortals, all have what your father wants. Maybe there are 'treasures' or supernatural powers like Yelian, which your father can't get by himself. I have to use this method to treat you as his doppelganger. ”

"You talk nonsense, you talk nonsense!" Le Hongtao trembled all over, and his roar was hoarse.

"Father won't do this to me, you don't want to succeed!"

"If something like this happens today, even if I don't kill you. You shouldn't go back either. I have reason to suspect that it was he who improved the technique of cultivating the Dao, and perhaps even you and Qi Fei did not let go. ”

No matter what he thought or called, Thirteen Lang continued to say indifferently: "Back then, when I fought with Yelian, her red dust karmic fire was swallowed by me. After about a long time after that, your father's attitude slowly changed, and then he turned his mind to the two of you, and the son inherited his father's business. ”

"If something like this happens today, you are doomed to ruin because of it, and your father, as a spiritual host, can only drag himself into the water by openly martyrdom, and everything he has worked so hard in the past will be wasted. ”

Speaking of this, Shisanlang looked at Le Hongtao's face and said seriously: "Think about it, has your father reminded you that if you make a mess outside that you can't clean up, don't deal with it yourself, but go back to him." ”

Le Hongtao suddenly quieted down, with a frightened look in his eyes and a hint of emptiness.

"That's it. ”

Thirteen Lang's eyes were calm, and he waved his hand to push the six desires to Le Hongtao himself, and said lightly: "What he wants to do, you know very well in your heart." ”

The surroundings seemed to be quiet, Le Hongtao no longer roared, his expression was demented, and he seemed to have forgotten that he was on the battlefield and might face life and death at any time. At this moment, the yellow flower girl stood on the deck with her arms around the dead girl, her expression was extremely complicated, and she looked at Thirteen Lang's eyes with a faint fear.

Witnessing the whole process, Huang Huanu had reason to conclude that Le Hongtao was finished. Even if he can get out of the hands of Thirteen Lang today, it will be difficult for him not to become a madman in the future.

"Even his son is used, he has more than just supernatural powers, I believe he has other ideas, it doesn't matter what this or that, when he meets me, no matter what he is trying to do, it is destined to be nothing. ”

"Hubris, stupidity, idiot, rubbish!"

There seemed to be countless ants hiding in his heart and biting wildly, Le Hongtao shouted with all his strength, blood beads oozed from his purple face, and he spewed a mouthful of blood regardless of the consequences.

The brilliance flashed again, and a full six colorful neighs flew out, Le Hongtao's body shook for a while, and the blood on his face disappeared instantly, and he sat down suddenly.

"You die, you die, you die!"

"Thoughts, in fact, are resentments. From artistic conception to supernatural powers, how can this kind of thing be done by a resentful woman. ”

The poisonous tongue was like a knife, but Shisanlang still didn't let him go, and mocked wantonly: "Let you see what thunder is and what is the real artistic conception." ”

After saying that, Thirteen Lang turned his hand and waved a thunderbolt at random, like an arc spinning endlessly, encircling the entire space.

"This is my supernatural power, and the name is more powerful than the Nian Divine Thunder, so it will not destroy Tiangang. ”

The transformation of artistic conception into supernatural powers is something that every monk who transforms into a god by the normal way diligently pursues, and it can truly be called the initiation of the Tao. Cultivators may not be able to master their own artistic conception, but every Avatar monk understands a truth: artistic conception is part of the laws of heaven and earth, and if it is turned into a supernatural power and used on the battlefield, it is to mobilize the laws of heaven and earth. It is to let heaven and earth fight side by side with themselves.

Just a little bit, of course.

Thirteen Lang has not yet advanced to the gods, which means that he has not yet been able to form a communication with heaven and earth, how can he transform his artistic conception into supernatural powers?

He's bragging, partly.

The thunder ring encircles the heavens and the earth, and it is still the thunder that encircles the heavens and the earth. Rather than the way of life and death. The difference is that the breath of life and death in that thunder arc flows alternately, as if there are countless reincarnations between life and death, this is fusion.

It can't be completely transformed, and it's not difficult to blend in a little bit. I have just received the Divine Thunder, and Thirteen Lang has learned the same, but he actually copied Lei Zun's method. The difference is that his birth and death are more complete, so he seems to be on a higher level, and if he is really more skilled. We're just getting started.

So it's enough to deal with those six dragonflies?

Others may not be enough, but for Thirteen Lang, it is enough.

The six dragonflies flickered colorfully, condensing all of Le Hongtao's liliang, and in the past, he didn't dare to lend Thirteen Lang a gut, but now it's completely different. Surrounded by the thunder arc, the six dragonflies were successively affected by the streamers on the thunder arc. It's like being stained with a thick layer of ash that can't be erased, and the original textured color quickly fades. The movements are condensed and slow, and the posture is stiff and old-fashioned, how similar is it to the situation of Thirteen Lang before?

That's a supernatural power, where does the vitality come from?

"Life and death are not limited to life. Everything has life and death, and supernatural powers are no exception. ”

Thirteen Lang said slowly. It seems that he is still thinking, seriously exploring the process of fighting with the other party, experiencing every impact in the middle, every touch and pass, and every flood of recoil.

People standing in the outer circle do not feel the danger of battle. But you can see how much pressure Jusan Lang is under. His hands unconsciously burst open, blood flowed out, and strands of flesh flew out, revealing pieces of white bones.

That's the hand of Thirteen Lang.

"Now I can't let it live or die, but I can speed up the process and make it weaker. ”

Jusan Lang seemed to ignore what was happening on his hands, thinking to himself and reading it in his mouth, as if to strengthen his memory in this way.

His body kept swinging, and there was a thunderous roar between the swings, which showed how much pressure he was under. Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, blood oozed from the corners of his eyes, and several cuts exploded in his ears, showing the severity of his injuries.

The thunder arc slowly contracted, not calm, and there was a rebound in the middle. Every time he backlashed, Thirteen Lang would let out a muffled snort, and his eyebrows were locked tighter, but his expression became calmer and calmer.

It's getting to the juncture.

Six dragonflies exploded at the same time, and the vast liliang swept in all directions, supporting the thunder ring to the extreme. Thirteen Lang's body leaned back suddenly, and with a bang, it was like a sound shattering an iron and copper wall.

"In the way of life and death, the ultimate moment is the turning point, and when you reach the end, you should have another beginning. ”

The white bones and Sensen's hands were gently clasped together, slowly but resolutely clapping together, and the thunder arc then contracted into a point in an instant, bright and brilliant like a jewel, more like a star that had just been plucked from the sky. Rich vitality wafted out from the stars at that moment, and everyone around them was refreshed.

"This is life and death, and it is also immortal, but unfortunately it is not good enough. ”

Thirteen Lang sighed softly, beckoned the star to his hand and looked at it, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp.

A strange scene ensued, and Thirteen Lang's breath recovered at a visible speed, his frosted hair turned black in an instant, and the skin on his face turned smooth again, as if time was going backwards. Correspondingly, Le Hongtao's face instantly aged for dozens of years, his face was full of ravines, and he was described as withered.

"Vitality for liliang, I don't believe this is your own method, which father taught it?"

Asking but not waiting for an answer, Thirteen Lang strode forward and stepped on Le Hongtao's chest.

"You're dead, even if I let you go, I guess I don't want to live anymore. ”

Looking at Le Hongtao's face calmly, Thirteen Lang asked, "Tell your inner response on Ziyun Island to avoid the pain of soul searching." ”

(To be continued......)