Feng Xue took back his black hair, which was struck by lightning and almost lost its spirituality. Without the interference of the star spirit consciousness, his sword of intention became increasingly condensed.

The seventh thunder tribulation was as thick as a pillar, but Feng Xue's sword energy condensed, he actually split it into two pieces!

"Boxtail boxers!"

Feng Xue let himself go and switched languages. It was not that he became ill, but that the sword of the mind was originally something that was more concentrated and the more intense the spirit, the more powerful it was.

Therefore, the way to inspire the soul of the second grade is to strengthen the power of the Idiot Sword.

The seventh thunder pillar was already dispersed by Feng Xue's sword before it even fell. The catastrophe clouds in the sky became more and more gloomy, and it looked like the product produced by the force of the iron block being squeezed and twisted. It was as thick as it would crush everything under the sky at any time.

The eighth thunder tribulation slowly condensed, which took a long time to accumulate than the first seven thunders combined, but it brewed a gorgeous color with gold in purple.

A crackling sound rang in my ears, and the charges in the air had already made many fragile conductors start to emit a burning smell.

Feng Xue's hair stood upside down due to static electricity, but the thunder gathered in the sky never fell.

"If you want to chop, hurry up? I still want to go back to China to eat..." Feng Xue mocked the sky. Before she finished speaking, the thunder fell, as if it was just as if it was stuck in the breath caused by Feng Xue's speech.

Feng Xue forced half of his words to swallow, and his sword intent was storming and slashed straight into the air.

However, this time, the solid purple-gold thunder was not affected at all. Feng Xue frowned, but did not dare to use the sword intention of using the sea to resist it.

After all, among the five elements, water can produce wood. If the power of water flows, it is a heavenly disaster (wood turns into wind and thunder), which is seeking death.

Without hesitation, Feng Xue immediately sacrificed the white paper spirit treasure to block the head. The white paper rose in the wind, and China's wish for paper was condensed at this moment.

Bang!

The purple-gold thunder pillar exploded in the air, and the white paper spiritual treasure was directly bombarded thousands of meters away. Feng Xue even spewed out an old blood several feet away. In a short period of time, it is probably difficult to use the same defense.

The thunder clouds in the sky began to shrink, as if they wanted to condense all their powers to the only one, but Feng Xue laughed instead, because in his eyes, the moment the eighth heavenly tribulation was blocked, he had already successfully passed the tribulation.

The rules of life were slowly repairing the damage to his body. As the carbonized flesh peeled off, the new skin began to regenerate. He raised his head and looked at the cloud balls that looked only the size of a balloon left on his head, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

Without thunder, the catastrophe cloud shining with lightning fell down directly. It was not fast, but it had a strong sense of locking. Needless to say, Feng Xue understood that he might not be able to avoid this attack.

However, he didn't plan to hide!

"I have to write more of these guys who don't know whether to call senior or junior." Feng Xue stretched out his hand and the Shanhe sword hung above his head. The sword body practiced by the rocks was covered with cracks. Feng Xue had never used gravitational rules that had not been used except for suppressing the chaotic energy in her body. At this moment, she instilled them all.

The Shanhe Sword made a creaking sound, and pieces of fragments peeled off the sword, and then were re-attracted by unknown forces, just like iron filings captured by iron-sucking stones, floating above Feng Xue's head.

Crack, Crack, Crack.

Although it sounds very slow, in fact, the entire sword turned into a pile of debris in the blink of an eye, and then under the action of gravity rules, it condensed into a small black ball the size of a peanut.

Feng Xue raised her right hand and bent her middle finger, and bounced it hard on the small ball like a brain crash.

Bang!

As if some kind of balance was broken, a majestic sword energy suddenly appeared on the ball. It was the sword intent of Feng Xuelian's god-returning to the void realm. But at this time, these sword intents turned into fuel and all rushed into the inside of the ball. Then, the pitch-black ball rushed straight into the sky and collided with the thunderous cloud ball.

"Buzz--"

The sound is loud and the elephant is invisible. At the moment of collision, only a pale piece of left between the sky and the earth, and no sound can be heard in the ears.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, there are countless people with broken eardrums, a large number of livestock died in fear, and even more so many snakes, insects, rats and ants died.

Han Guang and Huaying, who were closest to the distance, had to rely on their elite strength and could barely seep blood from their seven orifices, but the rookie Zero Yi couldn't stand it anymore, and fainted with a click on the spot.

I don’t know how long it took for the time when the world was white, and I don’t know when the silent environment sounded again.

Feng Xue just sat quietly on the ground, constantly tempering her golden elixir with the three and six true fires.

In order to make up for the needs of getting through the tribulation, Feng Xue swallowed too much "junk food". If she didn't want to make any progress in this life, she could only take advantage of the opportunity of hardness and weak inner alchemy to eliminate all the impurities inside.

Feng Xue sat for half a month, and finally ended this terrible process as he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air that was enough to poison twenty blue whales.

As the saying goes, junk food is enjoyable for a while, and you lose weight and go to the crematorium. Feng Xue almost refined herself into the crematorium after practicing.

Originally, there could be a golden elixir the size of a table tennis ball, but at this time it was only the size of a needle tip. If it weren't for the golden halo flowing on it, Feng Xue might not have even seen it inwardly.

How can he say his current state? He has become aligned with the Tao, but he has not completely become aligned with the Tao.

In terms of realm, he has already completed the Tao realm, and it is still the highest rule of gravity that comes from Pangu. However, in terms of strength, his true essence is still at the level of "refining Qi and turning into God". Although with the golden elixir, it can be circulated internally and the true essence is endless, his flow is only transforming into God.

It’s like there’s unlimited water to use, but there’s only one household faucet at the outlet. No matter how much water you have, it’s hard to put out the fire.

However, Feng Xue was not anxious at all, because he was not the type of powerful flying bricks. As long as he had the realm, he would just accumulate the rest slowly.

The only regret is that in order to meet the standard of elixir formation, the core of the faith of Lord Chuan was swallowed up, but there was no such convenient faith transformer. But this doesn't matter. Anyway, there are many neon demons, so just catch a few more.

Opening his eyes, he symbolically moved the joints that were not stiff due to long-term sitting. Feng Xue suddenly felt that the light was a little dark. When he looked up, he found that there was a pavilion built on his head...

"What the hell?" Feng Xue grinned, looking at the pillar with a little speechlessness, even carved auspicious cloud pattern. Then she saw her father and mother sitting calmly not far away, holding a computer and typing. She could vaguely hear them talking about writing archaeological papers with her son...
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