Someone is dying again, this sentence is in an affirmative tone.

Today's Xuan Tribulation has greatly increased in power, and these Three Realm cultivators alone are far from having the strength to survive the Xuan Tribulation.

For them, there is no trace of life. There is only a dead end.

Originally, outside the mirror of the sea, he spent his own decay in the three realms of the clouds, which was one out of a hundred and a hundred deaths.

Here, it is indeed a life of death, or even beyond. Among these 1,000 people, more than 300 people in the Three Realms have already survived the Three Tribulations.

More than 100 people, it has reached 30%. If it is placed in the past, in this divine land where the power of the immortal yuan is so strong, it can survive its own decay.

Then, if nothing else, these people will surely enter the mystery.

The second step of the hundred new promotions, where to put it. will become a force that can make the world tremble. There will be a supreme power to come forward in person and accept him as his command.

It's just that now, it's all a dream.

Whatever is mysterious, whatever preaching, will be empty.

It is blessed with a unique place, although there is no creation. but it is the land of creation. Indeed, one-third of the Three Realms cultivators survived their own three decay tribulations.

It's just that now don't talk about nine deaths and one life, one hundred deaths and one life. Under the great changes in this world, there is no way to live.

This blessed land has become the place of death for these who have survived the calamity.

The golden cloud has never faded, even if there are already screams, and there are people whose spirits have been annihilated, they are still not gone.

It's just that there are too many people who have crossed the catastrophe at this moment, and throughout the ages, I am afraid that there are very few hundred people who have crossed the curtain of the catastrophe together.

The thunder did not stop, and it was no longer as simple as falling one by one. Thirteen men rose up into the sky, each occupying a part of the heavens and the earth.

The thunder shook, bursting out countless hairsprings and covering the entire heaven and earth. The reflection is only red.

The thousands of monks in this heaven and earth stumbled and stumbled in this terrifying aura and violent storm, unable to maintain the stability of their bodies.

Their faces were full of shock, confusion, and horror. Because they all know that no one can resist this catastrophe.

There are also people who are afraid, fearing that there are monks who are mad in a desperate situation and implicate them.

It's just that all of this is a matter of their own concern, because those monks who have crossed the calamity can't make any moves at all.

Under this vast red light and terrifying thunder, their bodies stood still, and in the realm of absolute death, there was not a trace of trembling.

It's not because they're not afraid. If there is anyone who has the deepest fear in their hearts under this terrifying catastrophe, it is needless to say, they are undoubtedly them.

They didn't tremble, but they were when the thunder fell. The entire body was suppressed by the power and imprisonment of the mighty mystical tribulation.

Except for the upper body, the lower body can't move for half a minute.

One after another, the brilliant red thunderbolts thundered down one after another, stirring the void with might, and also causing the earth to collapse, crack countless cracks, and thousands of abysses.

Falling rocks rolled, and in an instant they were cut to pieces in the storm.

The monks were shocked, but they didn't dare to use magic to resist, for fear of pulling the thunder on their bodies, so they could only rely on spiritual power to block it.

But just this spiritual power screen, as thin as paper in this wind and rain, cracked in an instant, and the spiritual light scattered in all directions.

The rain curtain reflects the red light, and it is clearly red.

It's liquid, it's bright red blood.

The body is no longer there, only the blood is splashed like rain.

When the power of thunder spreads, even the only proof of existence evaporates into nothingness.

One after another, screams followed, and under the heavy thunder, all of these more than ten Three Realms fell.

No one has ever carried the fivefold thunder!

There was a cry of sorrow, this was from the other three realm powerhouses.

There are those who have survived the calamity, and there are those who have not. And those monks under the Three Realms.

They could feel the heresy. This catastrophe is unusual.

Everyone had a bad premonition in their hearts, especially those monks who had already led the Xuan Tribulation.

They know that this is already a dead end.

I knew it was a dead end, but I couldn't step into it.

Some people looked up to the sky and smiled, with desolation.

"The three decays of our own have plagued us for tens of millions of years, and the pain is burning into my heart every day. We are enduring this unbearable pain for ordinary people, so that one day, we can win the Great Dao!"

"Now, the way is ahead!

Someone else caught the wind and dragged the catastrophe. Then the laughter continued again.

At this moment, all the Three Realm cultivators who had survived their own three decay tribulations all started the tribulation with their bodies.

This Dao figure stood in the sky, bringing up a majestic atmosphere, and under the momentum of nearly a hundred Dao Dao one after another, a huge whirlpool rose in the sky.

"Nearly 100 Three Realm cultivators who have survived the tribulation have surpassed the Three Realms, although they are still not as good as Xuanzhao, but under so many momentums one after another, they are already approaching the second step!"

The demonic clone looked up at the golden curtain in the sky, and also shook his head and sighed.

The cohesion of momentum makes the momentum of these people go straight to the second step. Although it will not let the catastrophe increase. But it still can't resist the power of this catastrophe.

Unless, with the power of the sunshine, there is a glimmer of possibility. This is still a moth to a fire, and eventually burned to ashes.

The thunder roared loudly, and hundreds of red thunders fell again, shaking the heavens and the earth, and everything was being destroyed.

Just Yu Wei made many monks with low cultivation scattered.

The demonic clone stretched out his hand, and a jade bowl rose above his head, protecting himself and Chu Yi.

Xuan Lei continued, wave after wave. There were constant screams of monks, and there was no place to bury them.

In just ten breaths, there were seven thunderbolts descending, and there were only thirty monks left who had crossed the tribulation.

When the eighth continued, the souls of the seven people were scattered.

With each recoming, there are people who can't resist the thunder and die here.

When it was eleven heavy, there was only one person left in the entire sky.

This person was covered in blood, and his body was broken, but his body was still upright, and now the atmosphere was rushing.

"The eleventh weight has passed, and I will take the twelfth one! I won't die!"

As soon as the words fell, the entire golden cloud within 10,000 miles trembled, soaring thousands of miles after thousands of miles.

The golden light was shining, and a monstrous destruction that was several times more terrifying than the original came crashing.

As far as the eye can see, only Jiyao remains. Not even the divine consciousness could penetrate the red light.

Destroying the sky and destroying the sky, the surrounding earth was lifted off layer by layer, and there were figures rolling and hurricanes in the midst of the screams.

It's just that although these screams are terrible, they still can't compare to the desperate wails above.

When the demonic clone heard this desperate wail, his brows furrowed. Although the red curtain obscures the eyes and obstructs the divine sense. But this wail alone can tell that the last monk who crossed the tribulation did not resist this last and most powerful thunderstorm.

Hundreds of monks, all of whom died in the catastrophe, without a trace of life.

The way of heaven is no longer good, and it has withdrawn the way to the path for the humane monks.

The red light began to fade, but it was still very thick. Still unable to see around. There are still hurricanes.