"Why is there more?"

Nalan Yanran looked shocked.

She didn't expect that the huge blood-red thunder dragon just now was not the last one.

A gloomy look flashed across Baili Xuanba's eyes.

Is it really impossible to escape the fate of destruction this time?

Can you stop your uncle-master's pet?

His doubts.

This is also the question shared by all the disciples of the Suoxian Sect.

The collision just now was earth-shattering.

They also didn't dare to believe that if it happened again, Qin Lang's pet would be able to block it.

Outside the Immortal Lock Gate.

Reverend Piaomiao and Sanlang were terrified.

Although their cultivation is not as good as Garfield and others.

But they can also feel it.

Now the next blood-red thunder dragon is gathering in the sky.

Several times more powerful than the previous one.

Why is there such a powerful natural disaster in this world?

Is this really a heavenly calamity that anyone in Qiankun Continent can withstand?

If such a natural disaster befell them, they would probably be reduced to ashes in an instant!

Unlike their surprise.

The Fire God Cult elder laughed wildly.

“Hahaha! The Immortal Locking Sect is doomed to fail to escape this calamity. The calamity is not over yet! It’s not over yet! Hahaha!”

The mood of the leader of Liuming Mountain and others was the same as that of the elder of the Fire God Sect.

Finally, the Immortal Locking Sect could no longer bear it all.

They didn’t know that the blood-colored calamity clouds in the sky would condense into several heavenly calamities.

I thought it was over.

The Suoxian Sect also escaped this disaster.

Now, another one appeared.

This will definitely be the last straw that breaks the camel's back for the Suoxian Sect.

Such a powerful attack just now.

The blood-colored thunder dragon canceled each other out and saved the Locking Immortal Gate.

But so what?

Could such a powerful attack happen again?

Even if it could, the Blood Thunder Dragon became even stronger!

Even if it happens again, it will definitely not be able to stop the blood-red thunder dragon that is condensing!

Excited and happy.

Various expressions of joy appeared in front of many sect leaders and elders.

They have been looking forward to the demise of the Locking Immortal Sect.

But he managed to lock the Immortal Gate and survive time and time again.

finally.

What they had been waiting for was the blood-red thunder dragon that could deal a fatal blow to the Locking Immortal Sect.

Now, just wait to witness with your own eyes the demise of the Locking Immortal Sect.

"boom!"

The blood-colored thunder dragon has been condensed.

The powerful breath made them feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

Garfield's three pets on the high platform are closer to the bloody thunder dragon.

And he is still by Qin Lang's side.

At the very center of the pressure.

"Meow!"

Garfield roared.

He tried hard to get up.

However, the powerful aura pressed its body directly into the ground.

He glanced at Qin Lang who was already in a deep sleep.

"Owner……"

Garfield shouted with difficulty.

Sharp claws popped out from his cat's paws.

The claws dug into the ground of the platform.

Garfield, bearing the enormous pressure, approached Qin Lang one step, two steps, and one step at a time.

His claws had begun to bleed.

As he continued to get closer to Qin Lang.

Garfield's seven orifices began to bleed gradually.

He could have avoided the pain.

He could have just escaped.

But he couldn't let go of Qin Lang.

"Mr. Cat!"

Xiaoji and Wangcai shouted in unison.

Their hearts trembled violently.

Although I really want to pounce on Garfield and stay by Qin Lang's side.

But their strength is still inferior to Garfield.

Under the gaze of the incredibly powerful blood-red thunder dragon, they could not move even though their bodies were overloaded.

Garfield gritted his teeth and crawled towards Qin Lang with difficulty.

"boom!"

The blood-red thunder dragon roared.

The dragon head, as big as a mountain, rushed towards Qin Lang.

“Ka-ka-ka…”

Garfield's bones began to break inch by inch.

"Owner……"

He let out a weak roar.

Qin Lang was originally sitting cross-legged.

At this moment, he was pressed down by the blood-red thunder dragon in the sky, causing his whole body to become hunched.

It seems that if the pressure is just a little bit stronger.

Qin Lang's spine will be broken.

However, even with such strong pressure.

He still didn't wake up.

As if he didn't know all this.

The bloody thunder dragon is getting closer and closer.

It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, the entire Locking Immortal Gate would be swallowed up.

Looking at the blood-red thunder dragon that was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes.

Despair surged in the hearts of the disciples of Suoxian Sect.

Many sect leaders and elders were overjoyed.

…

The forbidden land of immortals.

"Old Monster Kong! We have to take action!"

The regret of the Saint of Weapons roared.

Qin Lang is facing a life-and-death crisis!

The Confucian sage's robe flutters without wind.

His eyes were fixed on the blood-red thunder dragon swooping down.

"This time, the scoundrel has really gotten himself into big trouble!"

Old Monster Kong gritted his teeth, feeling a little disappointed.

"The Scarlet Lotus Heavenly Tribulation contains the will of that bastard. Otherwise, it would be impossible for a slut to withstand it with just his body!"

It’s not that they don’t want to take action.

But if they take action.

That bastard will be aware of their presence.

Hidden for thousands of years.

If we are discovered, all this will be in vain!

Now there are only two choices before them.

Or, watch Qin Lang perish under the Red Lotus Tribulation.

Or, they help Qin Lang resolve the Red Lotus Tribulation.

"Why don't you save the existence in the prodigal boy's body?"

The Formation Saint was full of doubts.

An existence that they are all afraid of.

Isn't it easy to deal with the Red Lotus Tribulation?

Why didn’t you protect Qin Lang?

Many of the helpless and imaginary faces also showed suspicion.

"Don't even think about it! If you don't do anything, then I'll do it!"

A tall regret appeared.

His whole body was wrapped in sword intent.

"Old Monster Sword!"

The regretful people looked at the man who stood out and felt a little anxious.

The Confucian sage, Kong Laoguai, looked solemn and floated to his side.

"Dugu Wuhen, you are just a regret now, you can't stop it."

The Confucian sage said in a deep voice.

It's not that he is heartless.

If they rescued Qin Lang, they would be seriously injured.

If discovered, the ten thousand years of planning would vanish into thin air.

He doesn't want to lose the big picture for the small.

The sword-wielding old monster Dugu Wuhen glanced at the Confucian sage.

He raised his hand slowly.

An illusory sword appeared in his hand.

The sword body is wrapped in unstoppable sword energy.

He looked into the distance.

The huge body of the blood-red thunder dragon was reflected in his eyes.

"Ten thousand years ago, you were not so timid, Old Monster Kong. I am not like you, eloquent. I watched that rascal grow up. It is impossible for me to watch him die!"

Sword Saint Dugu Wuhen's eyes flashed with brilliance.

He raised his hand slowly.

He slowly raised the lightsaber.

"Wait a minute!"

The voice of the Confucian sage sounded again.

A scornful smile appeared on Dugu Wuhen's lips.

He had no intention of stopping.

A black and empty space crack appeared at the tip of his sword.

But soon, he found something wrong.

Another one hundred and seven holy powers surged around him!

"You're right, the prodigal boy can't die."

The voice of the Confucian sage rang in Dugu Wuhen's ears.

He glanced to the side and saw his old friend, with whom he had known each other for countless years, holding a light pen and writing with great vigor.

"Heaven moves vigorously, so a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement! Earth is in a low position, so a gentleman should be virtuous and hold all things in his power!"

The sound of the Tao came out of his mouth.

The power of the one hundred and eight holy ways, including the power of Dugu Wuhen's swordsmanship, gathered in the small seal script written by the Confucian saint Ningkong.

In an instant.

The Confucian sage stopped the light pen in his hand.

Twenty small seal characters gradually merged into heaven and earth.