The man in the blue robe and sunglasses covered his chest, his big mouth was also vomiting blood, his face was scorched, his expression was sluggish, his thighs trembled, and he looked like he had been struck to death by thunder.

"You're okay, are you?" asked the woman in the golden dress quietly.

"Dead girl, this is a lie to the old monk and the old man, you really take it seriously! Take care of your affairs, you can't hang the old monk at once, we are still waiting for him to block a few thunder tribulations for us!"

The woman in the golden skirt secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned her head to look at the old monk: "Master, do you think there is still a chance?"

"Cough~!cough~!cough~!" The old monk closed his eyes and forbeared, and coughed violently, without answering the woman's question.

The purple-robed emperor smiled: "Jin'er, you are very good, you have just removed the curse, you have the initial power, and you are not more reckless than me, I will definitely love you well when I go back!"

"Your Majesty Xie, I'm afraid that Your Majesty will push back again, and I won't come to comfort Jin'er!" The woman in the golden skirt quietly pulled the collar of her skirt to cover the red marks that were almost exposed on her neck.

"No, no, beauty, let's kill this great monk together, and then go back and be happy!"

As soon as the purple-robed emperor's words fell, the second wave of thunder tribulation also poured down.

Nine hundred-zhang sized 'broken' word golden proverbs teleported down, hundreds of millions of distances, in the blink of an eye. In the word 'broken' in each golden proverb, there is an implicit belt of the Hundred Dao King Zexia, accompanied by hundreds of thousands of heels, drowning the four people below.

The roar shook the sky, and the wails came out as expected, and the three figures were entangled again. It's a hundred breaths again, the broken words and proverbs collapse, and the body shape is separated in an instant.

The two stood and knelt down, the woman in the golden dress and the purple-robed emperor stood upright; the black-robed monk knelt on one knee, panting heavily; the blue-robed man in sunglasses was lying in the hollow, blood dripping from his mouth, staining the small half of the sky.

The big monk bared his teeth and waved his big hand sharply, and a seven-inch mini bald bird staggered out.

"Condor! Today is the time when the old man's life and death are at stake, you have to cheer up your spirits. Help the old man survive this catastrophe!"

"Ga~!" the bald bird hissed. Showing a frightened look, for a while, he let out a buzzing voice: "Master, Xiaoying doesn't know why lately. I can't keep my spirits up. It seems to be extremely weak. Don't talk about the enemy. It's hard to fly a hundred miles ......"

"Bastard, you said the same thing three months ago, and you still say it now, what's the use of keeping you?" said the great monk angrily.

The bald bird felt the pressure of the great monk like a mountain. With a rattle, he simply fell headlong into the hollow.

"This ......?" the great monk was instantly demented.

"Haha, master, what's wrong with the birds you've been feeding for thousands of years?

Even the blue-robed man who was lying in mid-air bleeds several times faster.

The purple-robed emperor glanced at the blue-robed man, and suddenly asked, "Jin'er, do you know what that kid is here for?"

"Your Majesty, he was specially caught by Jin Er to share the thunderstorm, anyway, it is the strongest emperor's heavenly tribulation, and the nine tribulation thunders will not be less, and it is better for four people to share it equally than three people, what do you say, Your Majesty?" The woman in the golden dress smiled like a flower road.

"Well, that makes sense! Let this dead ghost be struck by lightning there, and see if he can withstand a few waves of thunder. The purple-robed emperor touched his purple beard and nodded.

At this moment, the old monk in the black robe also came back to his senses, his face changed a few breaths, and he quietly transmitted a message to the woman in the golden skirt: "Jin Ying, you deliberately let the old man go just now, right?"

"Yes, Jin Er said that you and the old fellow are not good birds, and if you die quickly, Jin Er will not live too long. So Master, shall we cooperate?"

"Cooperation, don't you see the old man like a beast?"

"This time, that time. The old guy is deeply hidden, he seems to have made arrangements, we are grasshoppers on the same rope, one dies, and the other will definitely die. The Mo Wei on your periphery has been almost wiped out, and if you don't get out, you're afraid that the whole army will be wiped out. And Jin Er has just lifted the curse, and his strength is not as good as that of the old guy. Only when we work together can we have a life. The woman in the golden dress said with a smile.

"How to cooperate?" the old monk swallowed the black blood rushing to his mouth, and asked Chuanyin.

"Simple! When the next few waves of thunder are activated, you only need to attack the old guy with all your strength, and Jin Er secretly crosses you to the immortal yuan. We're trying to give the old guy a little trauma before the ninth supreme thunder tops up. At least we can be sure that we will still be alive after the catastrophe. ”

"Deal!" the old monk did not hesitate for a moment, gritted his teeth and agreed.

At the same time, the third thunderstorm came!

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In the sky above the sea of clouds in the imperial gate, there was suddenly a flood of demonic smoke, covering most of the sea of clouds in layers. After a hundred breaths, a young man in a blood robe stepped out. It has a slender figure, a handsome and fair face, and a pair of big bewitching eyes that shoot out two daggers-like cold lights.

"Lord Heavenly Demon, why are you here!" The three kings flashed and bowed down to the void in unison.

"Well, the deity has finally found a heavenly opportunity, and he can attack the immortal realm and dominate the Eastern Emperor Domain. Tell me, how is the fight on the inside?" the young man asked coldly.

The woman in the red dress took the lead in holding her fists: "Back to my lord, after six rounds of the catastrophe, the old guy is not lightly injured." One of the three imperial courts was affected by the robbery of thunder and aftermath, and it collapsed for thousands of miles, and it is estimated that by the time the nine tribulations arrive, this Eastern Emperor Holy Court will almost be finished. The periphery was also hot, half of the battle camp, plus all the camps, against the ink camp, and there was also a group of masked female saints shuttling back and forth guerrillas, disrupting the situation inside. The three forces have made the ground of the imperial court dilapidated, and if it goes deeper, the old guy's lewd nest will also be lost. ”

"How is the imperial court garrison?"

The masked old man at the end of the king on the far right hurriedly replied: "Lord Hui, only the tens of thousands of remnants led by Yinying are around. If we strike now, we will be able to hit it with one blow. ”

"Really, Tiger King, you're being too careless. How did the deity discover that there was still a powerful force hidden around the Imperial Court?" the young man asked with a cold snort.

"Impossible! The old slave has repeatedly sent people to investigate, except for the Silver Ying Army, there are no other immortal armies!" the masked old man discerned.

"Hmph! In the northwest, 20,000 silver-armored immortal soldiers are hidden under the Huangshan Mountain, all of them are murderous and restrained, obviously immortal generals who have been on the battlefield for a long time, could it be that the deity has seen it wrong?" said the snow-robed man very unhappily.

"Wow~!The Heavenly Demon Lord is angry, the old slave is negligent, the old slave should die!"

"Okay! It's not a big deal, pass the order, go straight to the imperial court from the camp of the silver British army, and kill those who stand in my way!" the young man shouted with his hands in a low voice.

"Yes!" the three kings bowed again, and then flew away.

In less than a hundred breaths, the demon cloud rolled wildly, hitting the middle of the imperial court.

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The eighth thunderbolt gradually died down. The Eastern Emperor Holy Court was also crumbling in the aftermath, and the place where it collapsed had reached thousands of miles.

The three figures flew away again, all bloody.

The monk is the most, half of his arms are missing, and his whole body is scorched; the purple-robed emperor is second, with three holes on his back and chest, and purple dust bursts out; the woman in the golden skirt only has her jade arms and back scratched, oozing a little blood.

On the southern seat, there was a charred figure lying on its back, its mouth wide open, spurting black blood into the sky, and a large black charcoal-like hand, clutching a Zen staff.

"Why isn't this kid dead yet?" the purple-robed emperor seemed to have discovered some kind of clue and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty, it's just a little king, if you don't die, you're about to swallow, let's meet the strongest blow of the most powerful one!" the woman in the golden dress shook her head and smiled.

"No! This son is deceitful! From the beginning to the present, it is just a pig, and the blood has been vomited dry, look at him, he is still spraying!" The purple-robed emperor gritted his teeth and frowned, and his expression was no longer a trace of relaxation.

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched, looking at the sassy guy, eager to pounce on it and bite it.

"Mo Jiu, don't pretend! Since it's okay, get up and help the old man take the last blow!" the old monk also shouted directly.

"Mo Jiu, is he Mo Wei?" the purple-robed emperor squinted and snorted.

"Alas, if you are too sassy, things will be reversed! Your Majesty, you have read countless women, and you are so sharp at reading men. Admire, admire!" the man in blue robe and sunglasses rolled over and stood up, trembling slightly, and a new blue robe was draped.

Bright and shiny, high-spirited, the Zen staff in his hand is even more purple and gold.

"You have gathered the Heavenly Zen Staff!" the old monk was surprised, and his face was filled with joy.

"Hehe, hey, Ye took the shit luck, went out, accidentally picked up a shit-stirring stick, casually inserted it into the monk's crutch, and it actually became a Tianzen staff, you say, is the master of good luck?!" Tianjiu grinned loudly.

"Hurry up, hurry up, give the Heavenly Zen Staff to the old man, and the old man will remember your work!"

"Cut~!When I asked you for treasure just now, you said you wouldn't borrow it. Now you actually borrow it from me, even if you are embarrassed to borrow it, you are embarrassed to give it!" Tian Jiu sneered, took out a purple stone, and inserted it into the handle of the Tianzen staff. (To be continued......)