People like Xiao Ye can no longer deal with them. The sun gods of Leiyin Temple looked at each other and all read the bitterness from each other's eyes. To kill Xiao Ye, it was only God who was guilty of the heavens and destroyed them!

Unconsciously, everyone left the turbulent flow of time and space and returned along the original path. As soon as Xiao Ye stepped out of the hall, his face immediately changed. He felt that he was staring at by a pair of eyes, and his breath spread uncontrollably.

Above head, the sky became dark, and dark clouds gathered from all directions, condensed into a pot lid cloud of dozens of miles. It was as dark as ink and as sticky as slurry, bringing heavy pressure to people.

"Yang Shen Tian Lei Tribulation?"

"Is the King of Wu going to overcome the tribulation?"

The Yang Gods of each sect looked at each other. No one would have thought that Xiao Ye would go to overcome the Yang God Heavenly Thunder Tribulation so quickly, and he was extremely complicated for a while. In the Nascent Soul Age, Xiao Ye was so successful. When he reached the Yang God, what would it be?

Some people instinctively have developed some bad thoughts.

Li Longji's eyes were even darker.

Zi Gu glanced coldly and snorted: "I hope that all fellow Taoists should put the overall situation first. Don't do stupid things that your relatives are hurt. If anyone dares to do something bad, don't blame me and you for not ending up dead!"

"Ha, what the Empress said is that the King of Wu's tribulation was a grand event in the nine provinces. Friends, please stay away quickly."

The Poison Dragon Ancestor represents the Southern Wilderness and expresses his position.

"God's will, fellow Taoist has a heavy word!"

The old Taoist in Qingyi looked up at the sky, sighed secretly, and fled dozens of miles away with the Taoist in Shangqing Palace.

"We will disperse, don't interfere with the King of Wu's tribulation!"

The real person Lingbao waved.

Louguan Dao, Taiqing Palace, and Sanqing Temple left in turn.

"Amitabha~~"

The monks of Nalanda Temple all shouted the Buddha's name and looked at the monks of Leiyin Temple.

"Hmph, why are you waiting for someone?"

Hong Nan felt very unhappy and hummed against his will and brought the monks of Leiyin Temple back.

Prajna Temple, Nalanda Temple and the Southern Wilderness also retreated one after another.

"Empress, this disaster cloud?"

Su Yue'er looked at the pot-lide cloud that was far beyond her imagination and couldn't help but say.

Zi Gu said, "We must believe him and leave!"

As he said that, he left with the girls.

In front of Huangdi's palace, only Xiao Ye was left.

"Wow!"

In Jiankang City, in an inconspicuous courtyard, Qiuxiang was being tangled by a laughing child, but the child suddenly burst into tears.

I don’t know what happened, but other children cried when they were born, but this child laughed loudly as soon as they were born. The laughter was filled with joy and excitement of coming to the world, which made people shudder.

Moreover, from the next day, this child will walk without teaching. Not only can he drink milk, but he can also eat a small amount of spiritual fruits and even give him spiritual stones, which will automatically absorb with luck.

But after all, it was her own child. Qiuxiang quickly adapted. Apart from being lively and active, she would occasionally make tricks, and there was nothing wrong with it. But this child was born and never cried.

"What's wrong?"

Qiu Xiang frowned and pressed her palm against the child's forehead, feeling an unspeakable palpitation, as if it was the power of heaven.

‘Is it…’

Qiuxiang hurriedly picked up the child, walked quickly to the door, and looked towards the direction of Jueqing Valley.

"So... he wants to overcome the thunder tribulation of the Yang Shentian. I hope you have to believe him. He is your father, and he can definitely pass through it!"

Qiuxiang said firmly.

The child stopped crying, his eyes were full of yearning

"Cha!"

Lightning as thick as a water tank fell from the air.

"Good come!"

Xiao Ye shouted loudly and waved his hand to strike!

"boom!"

The thunder seemed to be angry and slashed down hard!

Xiao Ye's body was shining with lightning, which made people feel tightly worried about him.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

With one stroke after another, Xiao Ye used this to temper his martial arts. With every move, the thunder was dispersed and he twisted it up and waved it, like a whip, a gun, a knife, a stick, and all eighteen martial arts were displayed. With Lei Cre, the lightning in the sky bloomed like sparks, and the thunder seeds in the dantian were also growing rapidly.

Although I was struck by every thunder and my body was sore and numb, I felt an unspeakable feeling of pleasure in my heart.

Everyone was stunned. Where could anyone survive the tribulation like this?

The middle-aged scholar couldn't help but sigh: "The deep nature of King Wu is indeed unimaginable. He has only been practicing for decades. Even if he is favored by the laws of heaven, it is impossible, right?"

"good!"

The Poison Dragon Ancestor nodded and said, "Only those who are strong in themselves, God helps them, but God helps them, there is a limit. For example, King Wu, the Heavenly Dao must not remember the losses and give the origin to the original source. How could the Heavenly Dao rather harm himself and cultivate a person at any cost?"

Yes, the ancestor of Poison Dragon pointed out the key to the problem. Tiandao has never had the spirit of self-sacrifice. Maintaining his existence is what he needs to consider. It is impossible to sacrifice himself to fulfill Xiao Ye.

Su Xiaoxiao and Si Zhaojun are both six and nine yang gods. They can’t help but compare their own thunder with Xiao Ye, and each sighs quietly, probably from now on, they will be truly communicating with Xiao Ye as fellow Taoists.

Fortunately... they are all family.

The two girls couldn't help but glance at Zigu, Su Yue'er, Si Cai'er and Xi Lian'er again.

Especially Su Xiaoxiao, she knew that Su Yue'er had secretly hidden Xiao Ye's seeds and raised them in her body. As long as Su Yue'er was willing, she could give birth to Xiao Ye's offspring at any time.

So, should I give birth to a child for Xiao Ye?

Mr. Cai and Shi Jin looked at each other!

‘Damn it!’

Shi Jin couldn't hold it in and cursed fiercely. He knew that he might never be Xiao Ye's opponent.

It was Mr. Cai, who was confused in his narrow eyes. He thought that his sect was destroyed when he was young, and he endured hatred and lived secretly. With his tricks and tricks, he almost gave up everything under the huge pressure of the second sect of Buddhism and Taoism. He got to the present step by step. He always thought of the past and was quite lustful, but he was repeatedly suppressed by Xiao Ye...

Since Yu is born, how can Liang be born?

The girl of Jingguang said lightly: "Although the Buddha said that all beings are equal, the Buddha also knows that everyone is born unequal. You father and son are born with the luck of heaven. They also stole 30% of my luck, but they are still not my grandson's opponent. Don't think about it in the future and do things for me in a real way."

The father and son knew that the girl Jingguang was hitting her, and they felt a terrified in their hearts and hurriedly responded: "Yes!"

In a blink of an eye, twenty-seven thunders passed.

Xiao Ye stood like a javelin, his eyes shining through the sky, surrounded by white lightning, eager for the next wave of disaster.

As expected, the next wave of tribulation thunder poured out, and each of them had the width of the gate!

No one was surprised. With Xiao Ye's foundation, it was a joke to overcome the thunder tribulation of the Three Nine, but the controversy was that it was only a difference between sixty nine and nine nine.

Xiao Ye looked a little solemn, but he still waved his fist to meet him.

This time, it was obvious that it was difficult. The thunder slashed on his body, and it couldn't help but tremble, interrupting his immediate fist movement, and turning it into a forceful way to carry it down with flesh and blood.

But three shots were already full of blood!

Zhang Yuqiaoniang held her hand nervously, and Su Yue'er and Princess Taiping unconsciously bit her lower lip with her teeth.

However, Xiao Ye's artistic conception changed: He is strong and he is strong, the breeze blows through the hills, he is strong and he is strong and the bright moon shines on the river!

The mud walk and the flower-sweeping technique were activated at the same time. The artistic conception of the two was merged with the tempering of the thunder. Xiao Ye's body began to flash, his fists were like shadows, light and elegant, but each fist was as heavy as a mountain.

The method of tempering the acupuncture gods that were once criticized by Zhaixingzi as a branch of the other parts. At this time, under the second round of thunder, a series of acupuncture points were forcibly opened up, and the gods with thunder and lightning roared in unison, destroying their true energy like thunder!

In the eyes of outsiders, the coexistence of lifting heavy weight and the coexistence of lifting light weight and heavy weight brings people a sense of extreme contradiction.

Is it light or heavy?

No one can explain it clearly, and he feels very uncomfortable.

"Immortal Heavenly Lord!"

The old Taoist Qingyi said in a low voice: "I am afraid that if this disaster comes, the King of Wu's martial arts will also be perfect!"

"yes!"

Zhenren Zhexuan said quietly: "Others are passing the tribulation, but they are facing the tribulation. This is a big difference."

The audience was silent.

In a moment, in the second round, twenty-seven thunders fell, Xiao Ye's true energy was a little vague, but his spirit was extremely full. With the gift of thunder, his twelve thrifts had been opened, and the aftermath of thrifts tempered the gods, and each god opened his mouth and swallowed the power of the thunder tribulation.

It seems that I don’t want to give Xiao Ye a chance to recover. The third round of thunder is approaching, and the purple lightning is as thick as a house!
To be continued...