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"Senior Chen screamed miserably! The power of that thunder tribulation must have been terrifying!"

The sword master is Fu Hongyu.

I feel that I am a cold-hearted person, and almost nothing can make me emotional.

But at this moment, seeing Chen Huaian suffering from the thunder tribulation, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Can we do something for Senior Chen?" Fa Dahai heard the "wow" of Chen Huaian in the thunder tribulation, and his anxiety increased a bit: "Amitabha, can I use Buddhist teachings to help Senior Chen heal his injuries? Senior Chen looks so painful..."

Upon hearing this, Fu Hongyu quickly shook her head: "No! Didn't you see that the senior's formation has no effect on the heavenly tribulation?

This heavenly thunder directly affects Senior Chen. If we interfere with Senior Chen's tribulation, not only will we be unable to help him, but we may also be targeted by the heavenly tribulation, and even increase the difficulty of Senior Chen's tribulation..."

He bit his teeth, clenched his fists, and said in a difficult voice: "The only thing we can do now is to wait! We can only hope that Senior can withstand the heavenly calamity!"

Wang Dagen held his head and cried, "We...we can't do anything! Wuuuuuuu!"

"We are not completely powerless." Qingyun Patriarch Rong Qingyun appeared behind the crowd at some point, gazing at the figure caught in the thunderbolt, his eyes filled with admiration and deep affection. "We can rise up for Senior Chen."

She clenched her fists: "Senior Chen, stand up!"

Fu Hongyu also imitated the Qingyun Patriarch, "Stand up, Patriarch!"

After all, he is the honorary elder of Yueying Sect and has now decided to join the Yueying Sect. It is natural for him to call Chen Huaian the ancestor.

In the sound of rising up.

Li Qingran didn't know why, but he always felt a little embarrassed...

Maybe I had stayed on Earth with my master for some time before.

She thinks it's more pleasant to shout "Come on!"

But in the surrounding formations, the monks on the third and third levels were all shouting at the figure sitting cross-legged in the thunderclouds—Rise up. So even though he was so embarrassed that he tapped his toes on the ground, Li Qingran had no choice but to join such a team.

Also shouted "Rise up" together.

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In stark contrast to the tragic situation in the human camp, the five demon saints felt relaxed and happy all over as they listened to Chen Huaian's screams of pain in the thunderclouds.

"Hahaha! Listen! What an exciting shout!" The Mountain-Moving Great Sage slapped his thigh, his scarlet eyes full of satisfaction, "It seems that this thunder tribulation was not in vain, it's enough to make me drink a pot of water!"

“Hehe, let’s take a gamble?” The black mist around the Great Sage Black Wind surged with excitement. “I bet you can’t make it past eighteen! Look at your miserable state, I’m afraid your bones will be broken! Hehehe!”

“Eighteen? You underestimate this Chen too much.” Two streams of white air blew out of the Great Sage Xianwei’s huge nostrils, and he said in a muffled voice, “After all, you are at the peak of the first calamity of the Mahayana, and you have a sword intent that is unrivaled in the Cangyun Realm…

I don't think I'm impressive, this Chen's swordsmanship is probably on par with Zhang Yibai. From my feeling... at most thirty-five swords, it will be charred!"

The golden-winged Roc combed its ruffled feathers and shrieked, "Twenty-six! I bet I'll fall under twenty-six thunderbolts! As for the bet... I'll offer a real golden roc feather!" As it spoke, it reluctantly plucked out a tail feather that was glowing with golden light.

"Hehe, you are all too optimistic."

The Great Sage of Poisonous Enemies smiled sinisterly, a cruel glint in his green bean eyes. "The more miserable you scream, the more seriously injured you are. You're just at the end of your strength. I bet you... you can't survive more than twenty rounds! I'm betting this bottle of 'Bone-Eroding Soul-Stirring Needle' on you!"

The spiritual treasure made from its shed skin and tail needle was extremely poisonous.

The Great Sage who Moves Mountains opened his mouth widely, revealing his white teeth: "Okay! Open the market! I'm the banker!

My bet fell halfway, eighteen times!

Bet a can of 'Ten Thousand Years Earth Core Fire Marrow'!

From the first calamity to the second calamity, there must be at least thirty-six heavenly thunders. How can this be the end?

"Look at the ghostly howling posture, if you can survive half of it, you'll be lucky!"

They talked and laughed freely, and took out their treasures to place bets, as if Chen Huaian's death was already a foregone conclusion.

Those greedy eyes were fixed on the depths of the thunderclouds. Every time the thunder struck, it was accompanied by their excited roars and expectant eyes, as if they could see the figure turn into ashes in the next second.

When the human monks in the sword formation saw this scene, their eyes were bloodshot and their hearts were boiling with anger, but they dared not say anything. They could only suppress their anger in their hearts and pray for Chen Huaian even more desperately.

Time passed amid the roar of thunder and the mockery of the five demon saints.

Twenty...

Twenty-five...

Thirty...

Chen Huaian’s screams were still “shrill”.

Every time the lightning struck, 놛's figure trembled violently, as if he would collapse at any time.

However, something made the five demon saints gradually feel uneasy.

No matter how the figure swayed or how charred it became, it never fell down.

Boom——!

The thirty-fourth terrifying golden thunder struck down fiercely.

When the lightning faded away, the figure at the bottom of the pit almost turned into a piece of charcoal.

The breath was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind.

The smile on the Great Sage Xianwei's face was a little forced, and he laughed dryly twice: "Hehe...hehe...it seems that I won? I bet that I would die in the last round..."

Before he finished speaking, the thirty-fifth and thirty-sixth heavenly thunders unexpectedly merged into one, bringing with them a destructive aura of finality, and smashed down!

Boom——!!!

Chen Huaian's charred figure was completely submerged in the dazzling lightning.

The light faded, and there was dead silence at the bottom of the pit.

The charred body remained motionless, and its breath... completely disappeared.

silence!

Deathly silence permeated the sword formation.

The light of the sword formation set up by Chen Huaian gradually dimmed.

The thousands of floating swords were like candles in the wind, swaying unsteadily.

Chen Huaian's maintenance of the sword formation's strength was interrupted.

Now only other monks are left to hold on.

But how can they maintain the formation of the Mahayana period?

"Ancestor... Ancestor?!" Fu Hongyu's face turned pale as paper in an instant. He staggered and the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He stared at the lifeless coke, as if all the energy in his body had been sucked out.

"Amitabha..." The string of the rosary in Fahai's hand suddenly broke, and the sandalwood beads fell to the ground with a crackling sound. The old monk closed his eyes, and two lines of turbid tears silently slid down.

"Senior... wuwuwu..." Wang Dagen really cried this time.

Chen Huaian did not survive the thunder tribulation.

What's the difference between that and a death sentence?

The death of Mr. Chen is certainly sad.

But what makes 놆놛 even sadder is that 놆놛 and his sect are about to be destroyed...

“Master——!!!” Li Qingran let out a shrill cry, tears streaming down her face like pearls from a broken string.

She felt as if a piece of her heart had been cut out, and it hurt so much that she couldn't breathe.

However, in this heart-wrenching grief, an extremely weak soul connection from the Taoist couple's contract, like a straw grasped by a drowning man, made her heart jump suddenly - that feeling... was not right!

Although the Master's aura was so weak that it was almost dissipated, it seemed... not to have been cut off?

This illusion, which has not yet been broken, is not dying.

땤놆A feeling of being deliberately suppressed and hidden.

But the dead silence before her eyes and the despair and sadness that filled the air made her unsure whether it was just her illusion.

A huge contradiction tore her apart.

Tears blurred my vision.

She could only look at the charred pit helplessly.

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The five demon saints stared at the thunder pit in a daze.

After a brief silence, there was a deafening laugh!

"Hahaha! Seriously injured! Chen Huaian is seriously injured!" The Great Sage Who Moves Mountains was the first to leap up with a wild roar, his huge body wrapped in monstrous demonic energy, smashing into the deep pit of thunder tribulation like a meteorite.

“Old thief Chen! You’re going to die today too!” The Black Wind Great Sage transformed into a violent black wind tornado and pounced forward with a scream.

"Tear it apart! Let it snatch the spirit veins of our demon race!"

The mighty Great Sage roared, and his giant axe shone with cold light.

"놛's soul belongs to me!" There was a greedy green light flashing in the eyes of the Poisonous Enemy Great Sage.

"Take advantage of the situation to kill! Hehehe!" The golden-winged Roc was the fastest, transforming into a golden thread that tore through the sky, and its sharp claws went straight for the head of the charcoal-shaped man in the thunder pit.

The five demon saints had no more scruples. With long-suppressed fear and hatred, as well as the greed to divide the fruits of victory, they rushed from five directions, like five ferocious beasts released from the cage, into the area covered by the sword formation and rushed straight into the hopeless deep pit.

Li Qingran flew out of the sword formation with murderous intent on her pretty face.

The elders and disciples of the Moon Shadow Sect followed closely behind, none of them showing any fear.

"Protect the ancestor!!!" Fu Hongyu's eyes were bloodshot and he roared angrily.

As a 늌 person, honorary elder.

He was the first to rush out of the sword formation without hesitation and pounce towards the deep pit.

Fahai, Wang Dagen, Rong Qingyun... and countless red-eyed cultivators followed the Yueying Sect like a flood that broke through a dam.

Even though he knew he was utterly helpless, he still had to use his flesh and blood to buy time for Chen Huaian.

At this critical moment.

Just at the moment when the five demon saints entered the range of the sword formation.

A soft laugh seemed to echo between heaven and earth.

Buzz——!

The silent sword formation seemed to be instantly awakened by an invisible force, and the countless sword shadows covering the sky simultaneously emitted a clear humming sound, and the sword energy was sinister.

Then, a soft light descended from the sky.

Shrouded the charred figure in the deep pit.

Bathed in the light that is filled with the energy of heaven and earth, the dead ashes and carbonized crust covering the surface of the "charcoal" peel off like melting snow in spring.

The charred skin faded away, revealing the intact skin underneath, which was even more crystal-clear and jade-like.

A terrifying pressure as vast as the abyss, as if it could split the entire sky apart, suddenly erupted with the deep pit as the center, sweeping across the entire world in an instant.

A strong wind suddenly arose and the space froze.

The five demon saints who rushed towards the deep pit were like hitting an invisible wall of steel, and their forward momentum was stopped.

The wild laughter on their faces froze instantly, turning into extreme horror and disbelief!

At this moment, there was only one thought left in the minds of the five demon saints - they had fallen into a trap!

Click, click——!

The carbon shell falls off completely.

Chen Huaian was revealed sitting cross-legged in meditation, his body unharmed.

Facing the five demon saints who were rushing towards him.

Chen Huaian's eyes slowly opened.

What kind of eyes are those?

It is calm and peaceful, as deep as the eternal starry sky.

However, it also contains a sharp sword intent that is enough to sever cause and effect and penetrate the void.

Wherever his eyes swept, the air seemed to be cut apart.

Everything seemed to fade into black and white.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed that only these eyes that were emitting sword light were left.

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