Without a word, Hong Ji's figure swayed slightly and disappeared. ,!

The three hundred and eleven demon souls that were violently photographed as thunder also disappeared with the emperor.

Heaven and earth were suddenly suffocated. As if on the eve of a rainstorm, the air is so viscous that it is impossible to breathe, from flowers, grasses, insects and pigs to swimming fish and birds, life in this world has to blink at this moment, the wind rises, and the dark clouds appear!

Three hundred and eleven dark clouds.

Suddenly jumped out of the heaven and earth, wrapping Su Jing in the place from all directions.

The demon soul turned into thunder, and the thunder was contained in lightning, so that the thunder and lightning were alive, transformed, and clouded.

It is no longer thunder in the clouds, but thunder in the clouds.

Dark clouds are thunder!

By the time they came into view, the power of the thunderbolt had already bloomed and reached their bodies.

Hong Ji melted into the thunder array, and the clouds and thunders were heavy in three and one in three, and he was in every heavy, but none of them were him

I didn't see the strong light, only heard a loud noise, and hundreds of thunderbolts shook up when they bloomed in an instant!

And between the rolling black clouds, a golden red light was extremely eye-catching, and the five senses of the Ming Rui Insight Crisis tempered by the Yang Fire had already risen before the demon thunder swept away, and he could avoid this group of thunders.

Thunder thousands of zhang, extinguish the Quartet.

A line of fire, soaring into the sky.

Thunder over. The hillock where Su Jing was before was safe and sound, there were grass and trees on the hill, and there were birds and insects and ants lying on the trees, everything remained the same, and the sweep of the evil thunder seemed to be no stronger than a gust of wind. But when the real mountain wind blew again, the hills shook and dispersed. Turned into powder, disappeared into nothingness, there were no more birds, grass, trees, mountains and rocks, and all the things in this radius of several miles did not leave even a trace of existence;

The clouds are gone. With a single blow, the clouds and thunder disappeared, dissolved in the air, and only a snap of a finger was peaceful! The clouds and thunder reappeared, once again surrounding Su Jing who rushed into the sky.

Thunder has courage, they are alive, and they will catch up with the enemy without even the need for Hong Ji to command! Is there anyone in this world who can escape faster than thunder?!

This time, Su Jing couldn't escape.

The first loud bang did not fall, and the second thunder began again.

The first time the thunder was on the ground, except within the scope of the dark clouds, the power of the demon magic never affected the grass; the second time the thunder was in the sky, but the destructive power was rolling and coercive, and the naked eye could see that the air was lifted, like a huge wave * sweeping in all directions!

Again, the thunder passed, the dark clouds dispersed, and Su Jing disappeared in mid-air, but there was an additional black prison!

Su Jing escaped into the sword prison, hit it hard, and blocked the Demon Emperor's blow.

only heard Hongji's roar, and the clouds and thunder surged again, and the loud roar broke the sky;

In the dark, there was a clear sword roar, the sword prison swirled, the raging fire reversed the clouds and thunder, and the sword momentum began to bloom!

One blow, one scattered, one gathered, and one more blow, so three or five times, the cloud and thunder formation changed sharply, and then did not disappear and leave, three hundred and eleven clouds and thunder, turned into three hundred and eleven black rings, wrapped the sword prison in the originally clear sky, I don't know when it became dark and heavy, there were really thousands of miles of black clouds gathered, thousands of purple arcs bloomed, and kept merging into the cloud and thunder black rings:

With spells to connect the power of the sky, with the demon family thunder to hook the true thunder of the nine heavens, the demon emperor Hongji borrowed the strength of the sky!

Thunder like a devour, storming the sword prison.

The Sword Prison trembled and crumbled rapidly, and Su Jing, who was standing on the stone bridge of the Lotus Pond, said lightly: "Guard!" The seventeen sinners kneeling in front of him, the shackles on their bodies were broken, or screaming or laughing, some crashed into the wall, and some threw themselves into the lotus pond: the body of the capital crime melted into the black prison, and in an instant, the sword prison's anger soared, and the trembling was much more stable.

And Su Jingqi couldn't stop drinking, and said again: "Bloom!"

After the re-refining of the Sword Prison, Su Jing added ninety-nine new sword tricks to it, and each trick contained a golden light bursting out!

The ninety-nine sword feathers rushed into the sky, gathered to make a sharp rainbow, and flew out of the sword prison to hit the sky!

The thousands of miles of dark clouds on the zenith were suddenly pierced by the sword feathers, breaking through several miles of holes.

The sun poured down, shrouding the sky in the black sword prison.

The momentum of the sun fire skyrocketed, the sword prison was completely stabilized, and the sword qi shot out brightly in the fierce roar, severing the black ring and slashing the thunder, and the ninety-nine sword feathers continued to scatter and scatter, cutting the dark clouds of the zenith layer by layer!

The demon family's thunder law can borrow the Nine Heavens Thunder Fire, and the good sword under the Golden Crow Gate also has its own sun echo!

The Demon Emperor drove the thunder array, and Su Jing held the sword prison, rolling in the air and fighting

The other side is also in full swing.

The Great Sage Jue Demon Barbarian or flying to the sky or retreating to the ground, and the battle with the sky and the earth is in full swing. Yin Lao really wants to use all his strength, and he will never be able to deal with it with only more than thirty demon barbarians, but the old demon is only here to help, so naturally he can't bring out all his family resources, and after returning from the fox land, he dismissed most of his subordinates;

Lei Dong Tianzun reported the name of the dish, the red eyes called the baby, and the flower god wanted to be a beauty, and the 'sword trick' that could not be mixed up was louder than the other, and the three corpses turned vigorously, and the old demon released the black gold centipede, and the two sides fought together.

After a little longer fighting, the three corpses firmly gained the upper hand.

Su Jing broke through the realm, the strength of the three corpses rose again, the power of Jianzhen was not the same as when he fled, coupled with the rogue fighting style of the three immortal bodies and finding an opportunity to die together at any time, Yin Lao was really embarrassed to deal with

On the other hand, the old demon was fighting with crazy enemies such as the three corpses, but he couldn't concentrate on it: the old man always had a heart and was tied to Fan Qiao

Yin Lao had never seen Fan Qiao.

After Fan Qiao practiced the Golden Crow Method, he deliberately cultivated a method of concealing qi and concealing intentions, and under the display, Yin Lao couldn't see his current realm at all.

I can't see the realm, but Yin Lao can distinguish Fan Qiao's treasure flag, which is in the same vein as the brown land weird spell.

The little demon surnamed Su fled into the brown land and hid in the face of everyone after fifty years, and there was an old man with a lively spirit beside him, and the treasure in his hand that exuded a strange aura - how could Yin Lao not suspect that the 'old fairy' was the sect master of the brown land?

Yin Lao didn't know where the tan land was, but just by the 'empty spell', he knew that the other party was also a terrible character, how dare he not be guarded.

Fiddling with the Thousand Eyes Flag, and then standing aside and watching without making a move, this idea was thought up by Fan Qiao himself, and it was praised by Su Jing

In the sky, the cloud thunder and the sword prison were evenly divided, and it was a situation of equal strength for the time being, but after being entangled for a while, Hongji's spell changed again, but the dark ring cloud and thunder of the Heavenly Black Sword Prison suddenly collapsed.

It no longer disappears, but returns to the shape of a cloud, scattered as if it were a school of frightened fish.

The Demon Emperor's qi was still there, not to escape, Su Jing also temporarily restrained his spells, and Jian Yu returned to the black prison to concentrate and gather momentum.

At best, half a cup of tea, the clouds move in all directions!

It can be clearly seen that the heavens and the earth naturally brew thick black clouds, pulled by Hongji's clouds and thunder, from all directions at the end of the sky, towards the place where the sword prison is located.

Hundreds of thunderbolts, please come to the endless black clouds!

After three or five breaths, heavy dark clouds came together, layer after layer, and filled the sky above the Sword Prison.

The rotation of the Sword Prison gradually slowed down, and the flames around it did not rise, but it became more and more pure, and the golden red color was substantial! Su Jing was still on the Lotus Pond Stone Bridge, looking up at the black clouds in the sky, and there was no expression on his face.

The ink cloud flew and urged the top, and then it didn't move anymore, as if it was solidified

The clouds were quiet, but the sky was shocked. The eye is invisible, but the spiritual sense can detect the indescribable restlessness, from the clouds to the sky, and then from the sky to the earth!

Suddenly, a purple arc snaggled and did not hit the Sword Prison, but only flashed through the black clouds.

After a purple arc, ten, hundred, thousand, countless thunderbolts appeared, flickering wildly in the dark clouds, and at this moment the clouds also moved, rumbling, rolling and surging. Hong Ji's voice came from the clouds: "Little demon, suffer death." ”

Surprisingly calm, there is no tone at all in the four words.

The words fell, the strong light burst out, and the heavy ink cloud rolled out, a finger.

All the thunder in the clouds is condensed into a finger, and the qi is all tied in the sword prison, and the battlefield is fully grasped by a finger.

Thunder is extinguished, and a finger is robbed.

The ultimate of Hong Jitian's thunder demon method, this finger is his lifelong practice!

When the thunder finger appeared in the dark clouds, the scales of the sixteen bodies suddenly rose, and they hurriedly flew into the dragon's ears, and then the dragon coiled like a python, the dragon's neck was high, and the huge mouth was wide and angry because of fear, and the vigilance was raised because of fear!

The finger of thunder was slow, almost an inch of xiangxia crushing, but the sword prison under the finger was unavoidable, Su Jing raised his head and looked out, his eyes were reflected by the thunder, his eyebrows were raised, and his face was not frightened, but he was full of excitement, followed by a bang, and the yang fire around his body bloomed.

A path of qi condensed a long golden red rope, and one thousand four hundred and forty-one fire snakes meandered away, shooting into all corners of the sword prison, and the ninety-nine sword feathers floated up to their sides, surrounding their masters and trembling rapidly.

The Yang Fire Essence Yuan rolled out, flowing from Su Jing into the Sword Prison, and then returning to the master in the Sword Prison. People are prisons, prisons are people, Su Jing is the master, and he is truly melted into the sword!

The dark clouds settled layer by layer, and the thunder tribulation finger was pressed faster and faster, Su Jing's divine mind turned, and the top seal of the sword prison was withdrawn, but he didn't do a knot, and let that finger probe in and press towards Su Jing.

Su Jing's eyes became brighter and brighter, raising his arms, raising his hands, reaching out his fingers, and his left index finger!

A finger in the sky, more than a hundred feet thick.

Su Jing pointed at it, it was no longer ordinary.

After a breath, the two fingers are against each other.

There was no loud noise, no strong wind scattered, silently, resisted.

Quiet.

The thunder in the heavenly finger is brilliant, condensing the majestic power of the thunderclouds in all directions, and the fire snake around Su Jing's body is enchanting, a fiery shijie and a surging true yuan of pure fire. But whether it is thunder or yang fire, there is not the slightest sound in the line, and compared to the huge force, it is as silent as death.

Stalemate.

However, in the time of three breaths, Yu Hongji and Yu Sujing seemed to be more than thirty Jiazi.

Suddenly, the sword prison shook, slowly and slowly, and settled a foot.

Su Jing didn't move, his fingers firmly against the Thunder Heavenly Finger.

The sword prison shook and sank again, this time by three feet.

In the third earthquake, the Sword Prison sank seven feet.

The fourth earthquake could no longer stop the decline, and was pressed by the finger in the sky, and smashed to the ground with a bang.

There was a loud noise, earth and rocks splattered, and the sword prison was crushed into the ground.

The heavenly fingers do not stop, and the sword prison goes deep into the earth

Hong Ji was hidden in the dark clouds, his face was fierce and his eyes were like blood, but that day the thunder finger annihilated his vision, and he couldn't see the situation of Su Jing in the Sword Prison: Su Jing moved.

Draw the sword in your right hand, and the North Underworld.

The sword is on the top, the fingers of the left hand are withdrawn—

Sitting in front of the computer at five o'clock this afternoon and starting to write this chapter, except for an hour after eating, six hours were writing these 3,000 words, if it weren't for the update time, I guess I could grind for a while and write more will be fine, but the problem is not happy to write, the more I write, the more I feel awkward to write, not how bad it is, it's that what I think and what I write are not the same thing.

I can't play like this anymore, I can't wait to bite myself when I write it. (To be continued)

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