But I saw that the white light was wrapped in a black short pestle with a black body, the short pestle was long and the lines were extremely beautiful, and there was a spirit boy carved at the end, the spirit child's hair fluttered, sitting on the lotus platform in a cross-legged posture, and one hand was on the knee to make a decision, but the hand was sticking out a finger, pointing to the long sky, his eyes were wide open, his mouth was slightly open, as if he was asking the sky, and it seemed to be scolding the sky.

Under the lotus platform, there is a short pestle in the hand, where it is thread-shaped, just enough for the size of a person's palm, and the front and tip of the short pestle are engraved with dense spiritual texts, on which there is a stream of light, and from time to time there is a slight hum.

Although this short pestle is a foot long, it is shining with a magnificent light, showing full charm, and is connected with the power grid in the sky, releasing an incomparable violent atmosphere.

As soon as the short pestle came out, the heavens and the earth suddenly made a loud noise, and the thunderclouds in the void surged, the roar became stronger, and one after another thunderbolt arcs fell irregularly from the sky.

"Boom, boom. ”

The sound of sizzling and the sound of the explosion and thunder merged together, covering everything in heaven and earth.

Everyone stared at the short pestle in the void, and the atmosphere did not dare to make a sound.

After a while, the heavens and the earth suddenly fell silent, and for a moment it was silent, but it was only a moment, and before everyone could react, a monstrous rumbling explosion was heard.

I saw a miserable white thunder pillar the thickness of a water tank falling from the sky, with the power of destroying everything and heaven and earth, and falling straight down towards the short pestle.

The white light is fierce, dazzling, although it is daylight, but the thunder and lightning light is even more vigorous, diffusing for hundreds of miles, and it is a miserable white as far as the eye can see.

As soon as the thunderbolt in mid-air moved, the short pestle in the void immediately reacted.

But when I heard a buzzing sound, the front end of the short pestle immediately lit up with Dao Guanghua, and the white light of the spiritual text engraved on it appeared, and it broke away from the short pestle, and flew around the short pestle at great speed, protecting the short pestle in it.

Just as Lingwen's protective light curtain was formed, the thunderbolt with the thickness of the water tank had already fallen, and it slashed down with swiftness and incomparable, colliding with the short pestle.

"Boom!"

There was another boom.

The thunderbolt and the short pestle of the water tank burst into pieces, and the surging thunder and lightning suddenly burst like a river bursting its embankment, disintegrating and overflowing.

Ji Liao's eyes moved, and a touch of blue light immediately stretched out in front of him, and he and Wen Moyan were wrapped straight in.

Ji Liao had just opened the protective light curtain, and the violent arc like the sea tide had already approached, directly covering Ji Liao inside.

Ji Liao's expression remained unchanged, ignoring the arc tide that covered him, and his dark eyes kept locking on the short pestle in mid-air.

As soon as the blow fell, the short pestle in mid-air did not move at all, but it was vaguely felt that the aura of the Lingwen light curtain protecting the short pestle was a little weaker.

Ji Liao's hands behind him clenched unconsciously, and his heart was also raised.

This is just the first thunderstorm, there is such a terrifying power, after I don't know how many thunderstorms to bear, the thunder will dissipate, now at the beginning of this short pestle has an unbearable posture, if this is the case, I am afraid that after another three or five thunder shorts will not be able to withstand it.

"Click. ”

While Ji Liao was thinking about it, a thunderous explosion that tore through the sky sounded again.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterward, another thick thunderbolt crashed down in mid-air, and hit the short pestle again.

The thunder exploded again, and for a while, the surging thunder and lightning spilled into the earth, and all the places where they fell turned into scorched earth.

The short pestle shook, and the Lingwen light curtain was three points weaker.

"Boom!"

The third thunderbolt fell.

This tribulation thunder is stronger than the other, and the power is stacked layer by layer, and it is only the third tribulation thunder, which is several times more powerful than the power of the first tribulation thunder.

Although the light curtain of the short pestle protection is weakened, it is still unyielding and stands tall in the world.

At this time, the spirit boy carved at the end of the short pestle also seemed to have consciousness, and his expression became a little more hideous, as if he was roaring at the heaven and earth, as if telling the heaven and earth, "Don't want to destroy me!"

"Boom!"

The thunderbolt fell again.

It's the fourth thunderstorm.

At this time, the energy contained in the thunderstorm had exceeded the first path by more than ten times, and the power was terrifying.

And the short pestle is still buzzing in the void, but after this thunderstorm, the Lingwen light curtain that protects the short pestle is already as thin as a cicada's wings, and seeing that there is a thunderstorm in its appearance, this light curtain will inevitably collapse.

"Lord Demon Boy, it's the fourth thunderstorm. Wen Moyan looked at the short pestle in mid-air, his face showing joy, and his eyes were full of fanaticism.

"What's the matter!" Ji Liao was distracted, slightly unhappy, frowned and looked at Wen Moyan and asked.

"Of course there is, the thunder robbery is the punishment of heaven, although I don't know what level this treasure pestle has reached now, but the magic weapon is refined, as long as there are six thunderstorms falling, and the treasure has been baptized by six thunderstorms, then this treasure will inevitably enter the gods, and it will inevitably enter the gods. Wen Mo spoke with excitement.

He entered the Dao with refining weapons, and he had a great talent in refining weapons, and now it was very likely that a god-level magic weapon would be born in front of his eyes, how could he not be ecstatic and excited about it.

"Must be in a trance!" Ji Liao said, turning his head to look at the short pestle hanging in midair.

Ji Liao originally wanted to take action to protect the short pestle at this time, but since there were six thunder tribulation treasures that would inevitably be in his mind, Ji Liao immediately pressed down and looked nervously at the short pestle in the air.

After all, the thirty-million-year-old thunder wood was too precious, and Ji Liao didn't want to destroy such a magic weapon because of his impatience.

"Click, click, click. ”

A deafening thunderclap sounded, the heavens and the earth seemed to have been provoked, and the energy gathered at this moment was unprecedented, and in a few moments, a monstrous explosion sounded countless times more than before.

A huge thunder pillar with a length of dozens of feet fell from the sky, and suddenly bombarded the treasure pestle, swallowing the treasure pestle straight into it, and falling straight to the ground below.

The earth shook, and there was a palpitating sound of landslides and earth cracks.

The power is furious, as if to tell the world that the power of heaven is untouchable, as if to warn the world that there are ants under the heavens and the earth.

Ji Liao's handwriting was tighter, and he was also nervous at this moment.

The thick pillar of thunder lasted for a long time before it gradually dissipated.

The thunder dissipated, the short pestle was still hanging in the air, but the spiritual light curtain around the body had collapsed, returned to the body of the short pestle, exposed between heaven and earth, and the humming sound was much smaller, much slower, obviously the blow of Fang Cai was already the limit, if there was a tribulation thunder falling, this treasure pestle would inevitably be destroyed in this tribulation.

The disciples of the Xuanmiao Sect who were watching around were shocked by this earth-shattering power and retreated a little farther away again.

They are all cultivating the way of refining weapons, and of course they also know the truth that if they endure six thunderstorms, their treasures will inevitably enter the gods.

"Hey, the teacher has refined another treasure against the sky this time. ”

"Now there have been five thunder tribulations, if it is coming once, the treasures in it will inevitably enter the first column of the god rank, and the teacher's refining methods are really thorough, and the heavens and the earth are thorough. ”

"It's definitely a god level, the thunderstorm has fallen five times, this thundercloud hasn't broken down yet, there will inevitably be a sixth coming. ”

"However, I see that the power of this treasure pestle is not much left, and I am afraid that it will be destroyed in this heavenly punishment. ”

"Huh... How can you care so much, no matter whether this treasure can survive or not, even if it is destroyed, the teacher can be regarded as a refining cultivator who has refined a god-level magic weapon. ”

"Hahaha, that's right, our teacher is worthy of being the first person in the Yuan Demon Realm to refine weapons, just ask who else in this world besides the teacher can refine such an anti-heaven magic weapon. ”

These people shouted excitedly one by one, but no matter whether the treasure pestle was dead or alive, they were all looking forward to the sixth thunder tribulation.

It had been a tea time since the last thunderstorm fell, but the thunderclouds in the void still did not dissipate, but surged more violently, the power of the thunder and lightning did not decrease at all, and the energy squeezed in it became more violent.

"Gotta hold on. Wen Moyan said nervously.

Ji Liao's dark eyes flickered for a while, and he kept staring at the short pestle hanging in the air, not knowing what he was thinking.

The short pestle is still buzzing, although it is crumbling, but it always has a stubborn aura, just hanging between heaven and earth, against the power of heaven and earth.

"Boom, boom. ”

At this moment, I heard the continuous booming explosion suddenly become louder, and the sound had become a sonic storm, and under the sweep of this sonic storm, countless mountains of grass and trees exploded, turned into powder, and splashed all over the sky.

Then, the thunderclouds that spread for dozens of miles moved, swirled in the void, and the violent wind swept immediately, and dozens of thousand-zhang tornadoes condensed in an instant, and everything in the world of a hundred miles was stirred and sucked into it.

The arc of electricity in the sky was also affected, and it flew into it with a crackling crackle, and dozens of thousand-zhang tornadoes turned into dozens of monstrous thunder tornadoes in an instant.

This moment destroys the world, and at this moment the world is overturned.

"Whew..."

Suddenly, I heard a high-pitched dragon roar resounding through the heavens and the earth, and then I saw that in the thundercloud, a dragon head composed of electric arcs suddenly appeared.

As soon as the dragon head came out, the double pupils full of electric arcs immediately locked onto the short pestle below.

"Whew..."

The dragon roared again.

The thunderclouds around the ring cloth immediately shook up, and the surge converged behind the dragon's head, condensing into a dragon body, and a thunder dragon with a foot of eight hundred zhang appeared in an instant.