When he discovered that this purple lightning was not a real disaster, it was similar to condensed his own body, so when the third lightning struck, Zhang Yi completely gave up his resistance.

Of course, although he gave up resisting, the blood beads in his mind did not give up. He still released purple light to wash his whole body, and also absorbed the energy of purple lightning.

There was nothing serious in his body. Zhang Yi confirmed that the purple lightning could not kill him, so he completely relieved.

As lightning struck down, Zhang Yi clearly felt that his body became stronger and stronger, and his strength also rose straight.

Thunder fell down ninety-eighty-one, and after eighty-one lightning bolts, Zhang Yi had a blue arc of electric lightning flashing and wandering around.

"What's going on?" Zhang Yi swallowed, because when he looked down at his body, his body did not look like a human body at all, but like a robot, with a metallic texture. In addition, there was also a trace of electric arc on the ten blood beads that opened.

Also, purple lightning not only created his body, but seemed to have achieved supreme benefits from the nine human pills in his dantian. At this moment, it was actually beating rhythmically. When he looked up at the sky, the purple calamity clouds in the sky disappeared, replaced by dark clouds. There was still thunder flashing inside, but it was also ordinary thunder.

Zhang Yi swallowed mechanically. When the purple thunder condensed his body, it also brought huge energy. Part of this energy was absorbed by the Nine Dantian Dans, so his golden elixir disaster came and appeared immediately.

"What happened just now was not a disaster, but a blood bead that attracted the condensation of his body, and this is the heavenly tribulation!" Zhang Yi exhaled heavily, and immediately sat cross-legged, and circled Qi around his body to protect his body.

"Hmm? Someone?" Just as he was about to get through the tribulation, he suddenly saw several figures coming quickly towards him, and his cultivation level was not weak!

Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed, and the Ziguang Sword immediately put the ring in. At the same time, after twisting his body several times, he turned back to Luo Dadou's appearance.

After a moment, four monks, one woman and one woman, flew over and stopped a hundred and fourteen where Zhang Yi was.

Among these four people, one is in the early stage of the Nascent Soul and two are in the late stage of the Feathering. Only that woman is in the late stage of the Golden Pill.

All four of them are strong men on this continent!

"I just saw that there was purple thunder here, why did it disappear?" said one of the men.

"This little cultivator is actually overcoming the Golden Pill Tribulation."

"No, his disaster has not yet come to an end, but what happened to the Thunder just now?"

"Hey, boy, what happened to the purple thunder just now?" the woman asked loudly.

Zhang Yi was in a very embarrassed at this time and didn't bother to pay attention to these four people because the first heavenly disaster in heaven was chopped down.

The first thunder was extremely violent, and the lightning was thicker than the last few of the three and the others.

"Huh? This is a ferocious catastrophe. This person's sins are so deep!" The middle-aged monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul took a deep breath and said.

"Maybe it's a devil!" the woman hummed.

"Senior Brother, what should I do?" The other two men looked at the monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul.

"Look at the situation, this kind of disaster is extremely dangerous. Because the sins are too deep, few people can get through it!" The senior brother commented and continued: "Every time the heavenly disaster comes down, when we observe the disaster, it is a kind of insight. Don't waste this opportunity. This is the power of heaven."

"Yes." The three of them immediately bowed and said yes.

Zhang Yi's qi shield could not stop the large thunder attack, but he knew very well this kind of golden elixir disaster, so when the thunder was about to hit his forehead, he also punched and faced the thunder.

This is called blocking the catastrophe. You can't let the heavenly tribulation slash you. You can resist, resist, use any magic weapon, magic tricks, etc. to resist.

However, something that Zhang Yi did not expect happened. Just when he punched it out, he suddenly found that there were purple arcs on his punch, and the power of this punch shocked the entire space, and the dark clouds in the sky shook endlessly.

"Bang!" Before he could react to what was going on, the slashed heavenly tribulation had been smashed into pieces by his punch, and even the force of the punch did not diminish. The formed fist wind directly hit the dark clouds of heavenly tribulation, causing the dark clouds to tremble and roll!

"What?" The four people watching almost dropped their chins. What is this situation? Who is the one who survived the tribulation? How could it be so powerful? The fist can produce purple lightning power? The fist wind even shook the dark clouds that were moving in the sky?

How powerful should this person's punch be? How many people can withstand it?

"Stay away!" The Nascent Soul monk suddenly whispered, and his face became ugly.

How powerful should this person be if he can beat the dark clouds of the heavenly tribulation?

Zhang Yi swallowed again. This was awesome. He could shoot the Thunder Fist. The fist wind was extremely powerful. He even felt that he was not a little stronger than before, nor ten times or eight times, but a hundred and eight times more!

"Boom~" The heavenly tribulation was formed by the operation of the heavenly way, so it did not retreat, but continued to condense and slashed the second way.

"Haha." Zhang Yi laughed and said loudly intriguingly: "A palm of soybean!"

Others are Tianyuan's palm or something, but he is a soybean palm, an illusory palm shape forming, facing the thunder.

However, what almost made Zhang Yi vomit blood happened. His soybean palm was equivalent to a palm that was slapped by nine Dan Condensing Realms. It was not as tribute as the leader of Tianyuan Sect Hong, and it was not even as powerful as the illusory palm of the Nascent Soul power.

After all, he is in the Dan Condensation Stage, so this illusory palm formed by internal energy is not powerful.

The thick lightning continued to slash his soybean with one palm and it continued to move downwards. Zhang Yi, who almost vomited blood, did not dare to play tricks anymore, so he had to punch out again!

The power of the flesh fist is not the power on the dantian, but the power stimulated by the blood beads, so this punch is filled with purple arcs and violent torrents!

The lightning was disintegrated without any accident, and the dark clouds in the sky were shaking again, as if they were about to be broken up!

Zhang Yi finally understood that his strength was just the power brought to him by the blood bead. Although he had nine pills, no matter how powerful the nine pills were, they would not exceed the level of the Nascent Soul. At most, they could be comparable to the cultivator in the Golden Pill stage.

Also, he also knew that after the tenth blood bead was opened and condensed with purple lightning, his body not only became stronger, but also had the metal-like texture, but also had the violent purple arc power. This kind of fist power could kill the Yuanying in an instant with one punch!

When the third thunder struck, Zhang Yi did not punch again because he wanted to try whether his body condensed by the purple thunder was as hard as he imagined!

With a "boom~", lightning slashed on his forehead, but at the same time, the sound of metal hitting sounded, like a drum, and the current of the heavenly lightning flashed constantly in his body, but he had nothing to do!
Chapter completed!