"Boom..."
The seventy-second, seventy-third...the eightieth thunder struck violently.
Shen Mojin's robe had long been torn, revealing skin covered in bloodstains, and most of his three thousand strands of black and smooth hair were burnt.
The originally cold and fair face was covered with black blood stains.
The whole person looked like a dirty beggar who had crawled out of a mass grave.
"Ajin, hold on, there's only one left!!" Chi Jiujiu sent a telepathic message to Shen Mojin.
"Okay." Shen Mojin looked in the direction of Chi Jiujiu and opened his mouth.
"Boom--!!!" A thunderous sound that shattered the eardrums spread throughout the entire illusion.
Unlike the previous eighty thunders, this one seemed to have gathered the power of the previous eighty, and it took a full half a quarter of an hour to brew before striking Shen Mojin.
"......puff!"
After the lightning with the power to destroy the world hit Shen Mojin, Shen Mojin could no longer suppress the surging blood in his body and instantly vomited blood.
His body gradually fell down and landed on the platform.
Seeing that the man's dark pupils began to blur, Chi Jiujiu felt a panic in her heart.
Li Xie, "Don't worry."
At this time, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated and colorful clouds appeared.
A torrential spiritual rain fell, pouring directly on Shen Mojin, repairing his broken body and the hidden injuries caused by the lightning strike.
Chi Jiujiu felt relieved.
After waiting for half an hour.
Chi Jiujiu saw a mysterious gate appear in the sky. The gate was open, and countless golden rays of light shot out from it, sacred and majestic.
"Bestowed the title, Wu Ji!"
A sound of the great way that shook the soul was heard.
Shen Mojin was quickly sucked into the air and disappeared behind the door.
After the man disappeared, two large characters "Wu Ji" formed by colorful clouds appeared in the sky.
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