The night was getting darker, and at some point, it started raining heavily outside the window.

Gu Yanyin opened the window, and the cold night wind carried raindrops and blew away the sleepiness of the night. She shivered. Gu Yanyin raised her head uneasily and unconsciously looked at the dark night sky.

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There were continuous thunderclouds in the sky, and the whole sky seemed to collapse. They were heavy and heavy above the restaurant. It was already late at night, and the city was still bustling. The monks gathered together and talked about the terrifying thunderclouds.

And talk.

Gu Yanyin sat by the window holding her knees. She raised her head, her eyes fell on the thundercloud, her heart beat rapidly. As another thunderstorm suddenly fell, Gu Yanyin's breathing stagnated, and she felt inexplicably panicked.

She didn't even notice that the dragon cub threw herself next to her for a hug. He just stared blankly at the blood drops on her fingertips. At this moment, the blood was particularly dazzling.

Fat Carrot also ran to her with the golden cub in his arms. Her nose twitched a few times, and then she climbed onto the couch with difficulty, carefully touched her fingertips, and muttered something in her little mouth.

, I saw a gleam of green light falling on Gu Yanyin's fingertips, and the wound quickly disappeared.

Gu Yanyin touched Fat Carrot's little head to express her gratitude.

Gu Yanyin looked at the sky in a daze. The dragon cub played with Fat Carrot for a while, then he lay down next to her legs and fell asleep again.

That night, except for the dragon cub and Fat Carrot, almost no one could sleep. Even though it was already midnight, the sky was still pitch black, there were bursts of thunder, and heavy rain was pouring down.

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On the thirty-third day, thunder roared.

There was darkness between the sky and the earth, and dense thunderclouds gathered over Yan Qiwan's head. The lightning flashed, the lightning flashed, and the thunder sounded like a ferocious beast hissing and roaring, clamoring to completely obliterate him.

There was severe pain all over his body, and the lightning crazily destroyed his flesh and blood.

Yan Qiwan only lowered his eyelashes, looking intently and passionately at the few beautiful lines of small characters. He pinched the small piece of cloth with his blood-stained fingertips, and the bright red blood dripped from his delicate chin.

Blood flowers bloomed one after another on the cloth strip.

The blood stained the small piece of cloth red, and the writing on the cloth was a little blurry.

No one knows when Gu Yanyin wrote these.

He couldn't imagine what Gu Yanyin looked like when she wrote these words.

Yan Qiwan lowered his body and carefully picked up the small strip of cloth, the wooden carved dragon, and the pair of exquisite rings. The wooden dragon had been rubbed until it was extremely smooth, simple, yet energetic and expressive.

The eyebrowless old man stood outside the rebirth platform. He looked anxiously into the thundercloud, trying to see the scene clearly. However, the thundercloud was mixed with flashing lightning, which was extremely dazzling. He could only see the ground full of

Blood.

I don’t know how long it took, but I saw the thunder light suddenly stopped, thunder buzzed in the air, those thunder lights were like countless wild beasts, running towards the center, a more terrifying thunder than before was slowly condensing, until this moment.

Only then did Old Man Mei clearly see a figure covered in blood squatting on the ground on the death platform, seemingly picking up something. He quickly shouted, "Get up! Run quickly, don't be in a daze! It's going to kill you!"

I saw that the thunder in the sky had slowly gathered and formed, and the black lightning was swimming in the clouds, like an evil dragon dormant in the dark, ready to break out of the cage at any time and choose people to devour! Even the sky seemed to be destroyed.

The thundercloud was like tearing apart.

The power in the thunder became more and more powerful, and it was obvious that he was preparing for his final blow.

However, the person in the lightning seemed as if he had been struck dumb by lightning, still picking up things on the ground unhurriedly.

The eyebrowless old man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He walked around anxiously, and in the end he could only slap his palms in annoyance, "Alas!"

In the main hall, a group of immortal monarchs also looked at the platform for rebirth with indifferent expressions. As the thunder clouds in the sky became more powerful, their expressions gradually changed. Some immortal monarchs looked at the palace in surprise and uncertainty.

Scene outside.

To be fair, if it were them who had to resist the thunder of death, they might not be able to survive until this point.

The Emperor of Heaven was sitting on a high throne. He was dressed in a gorgeous and spacious golden robe. His long sleeves fell on the golden chair, which was beyond words. The fingertips hanging in the sleeves unconsciously and irregularly touched his thighs.

He also didn't expect that this dragon could drag him to this point.

In the past, some immortals who had just ascended had to resist the thunder of the afterlife and return to the lower realm without knowing how high the sky was. Most of them fell within ten thunders.

At most, they only lasted until twenty-four thunders, and then they were destroyed by the thunder of rebirth, and their physical and spiritual objects were destroyed.

With the decline of Heavenly Dao, the spiritual power of the world of immortals is getting thinner and thinner, and fewer and fewer monks can ascend. He has not seen the power of this thunder of rebirth for a long time. Emperor Jinming looked down at the expressions on the faces of the immortal kings.

, when he noticed the horror in their eyes, Emperor Jinming sneered without any trace.

Most of those immortal kings who have seen the power of thunder in the past have fallen into deep sleep with the passage of time, or have fallen into the mountains and rivers.

Emperor Jinming looked outside the palace and saw countless thunderclouds gathered around the Thunder of Rebirth, approaching him not far or near. Emperor Jinming's eyes darkened.

This thunder of the past was the first divine thunder discovered by his grandfather. At that time, the divine thunder had just begun to awaken, and his mind was like that of a young child. He was unconsciously doing evil everywhere. Wherever he went, there were countless deaths and injuries, and all living beings were devastated.

If not a blade of grass grows, the people in the lower realms will have no way to survive.

The Emperor of Heaven couldn't bear the chaos in the world, so he could only fight with him for hundreds of years. In the end, he failed to capture him. Instead, he was covered with thunder poison. Within a few years, he fell under the thunder poison and died.

Tao disappears.

His father followed his grandfather's wishes and tried every means to subdue this thunder cloud. He knew that he was no match for this thunder cloud, so he promised to be reborn in the world where thunder clouds are the purest and most spiritually powerful. However, he did not think about the relationship between this thunder cloud and the world.

The old Emperor of Heaven had known him for hundreds of years and had already regarded him as a good friend. When he learned that the old Emperor of Heaven had fallen in his hands, he was heartbroken in Lei Yun's death and voluntarily was imprisoned in the Lei Pond for a thousand years to punish rape and eliminate evil and wash away all his sins.

And the thunder clouds that the monks are enduring when they are going through the tribulation now are the result of the thunder clouds from the past life that they sacrificed their own cultivation for thousands of years.

The Emperor of Heaven looked through the thick thunder clouds and saw Yan Qiwan squatting on the ground. The aura around his body was slightly undulating. He looked coldly at the thunder of the dead. His eyes were cold, and he saw that the red blood almost covered the dead body.

The stage was dyed red, and there were broken dragon scales everywhere. The golden dragon's aura was weak and it was in a miserable state.

He doesn't understand, what's so good about this lower world?

This group of people can be made willing to die, receive these eighty-eight thunders of rebirth, and return to the lower realm.

Emperor Jinming's eyes darkened, and his hands under his long sleeves tightly grasped the back of the chair, with veins bulging on the back of his hands.

At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded in the dead silence of the hall. The old man with long eyebrows standing in the crowd took a step forward and said respectfully, "Emperor of Heaven! Please let the Emperor of Heaven spare this little dragon's life. These thirty-three days have passed.

No one has ascended for a long time, and now a new face has finally arrived..."

Emperor Jinming's slender fingertips tapped the back of the chair impatiently, and his voice was cold, "Step back." His voice echoed slowly in the hall, and there was an invisible pressure in it.

The old man with long eyebrows tried to plead for Yan Qi again, but his heart sank. His breathing suddenly became rapid. In an instant, cold sweat wet the clothes on his back. He knew that the emperor of today and Ming Dynasty was determined to punish this man.

Long, he took two steps back helplessly, lowered his eyes, and no longer looked at the scene outside. He couldn't bear to see the blood all over the ground.

The thunder of rebirth in the sky had been brewing for a long time, and the terrifying thunder finally took shape. A more intense thunder light than before was seen wandering in the sky. Wherever he went, countless spider web-like lines filled the sky.

The world seemed to collapse at this moment, and the dull thunder struck everyone's hearts.

The thunder of death was surging violently, and the wind was strong. The sizzling wind rolled up Yan Qiwan's long hair and loose robes. He raised his head, and his red-gold eyes fixedly looked at the strange thunder in the sky.

A thunderbolt that could destroy the world fell instantly.

Yan Qiwan's figure suddenly surged, and he saw a blood-stained golden dragon flying out from the lightning in the sky. The dragon roared suddenly and collided with the thunder. In an instant, even the rich

The thunderclouds seemed to be dispersed for a moment.

There was a moment of silence between heaven and earth. Then, a violent trembling sound was heard. The dazzling spiritual power exploded instantly. The hard jade floor shattered one after another. The strong wind blew up the giant trees and splashed gravel. The entire thirty-three days

They were all shocked.

Even if there were several layers of barriers blocking it, the remaining spiritual power was greatly weakened. The immortal monarchs were pushed back a few steps by the storm of spiritual power. Only then could they stabilize their bodies. Several immortal monarchs with lower cultivation levels were able to stand up.

They were vomiting blood and their breath was weak. They looked outside in surprise and uncertainty, only to see darkness outside, billowing dust and smoke, and the rich thunder of death slowly dissipating.

Unexpectedly, this thunder of rebirth could be so powerful.

Not to mention the isolation formation on the Rebirth Platform, outside of the Chenxiao Palace, there are barriers blessed by the spiritual power of various Heavenly Emperors in the past. Even so, it is still so powerful. This Rebirth Thunder is simply too powerful.

Outrageous.

A ray of light penetrated the dust and fell into the hall.

I saw that the outside was almost reduced to ruins. The heavenly soldiers and spiritual beasts were all seriously injured. Most of the jade stones on the ground and the surrounding exotic flowers and plants were destroyed, and the original bustling appearance could hardly be seen.

There are deep pits everywhere on the platform, and there is deathly silence.

And the golden dragon seemed to have evaporated from the world, and had long since disappeared.

The Emperor of Ming Dynasty was sitting on a high throne, his expression changed slightly, and just now, he could notice that the golden chair under him was faintly trembling.

The old man with long eyebrows seemed to have thought of something, and he rushed out of the hall. Finally, he found the seriously injured old man without eyebrows under a pile of rubble. His face was pale, and only his long beard was stained with blood.

The old man without eyebrows looked at the mess on the ground. He looked at the old man with long eyebrows in silence, with a sad expression. The old man with long eyebrows patted his hand and comforted him in a low voice, "Let's go, don't be stupid in the future."

After this incident, I returned to the lower realm, and no one dared to mention the horror again.

When the eyebrowless old man heard this, there were faint tears in his eyes.

If he had been determined to persuade Yan Qiwan to give up, he would not have become what he is now. It was him, he was the one who harmed Yan Qiwan...

The old man without eyebrows had a complicated expression. He stood up with the strength of the old man with long eyebrows and walked towards Chenxiao Hall, ready to accept his punishment, but he heard a burst of disbelieving exclamations coming from behind him.

The eyebrowless old man's eyes widened slightly. He turned his head in surprise and saw strands of golden flames coming out of a deep pit. The golden flames grew stronger and stronger, and within a moment, they had spread to the entire building.

The platform looks like a fire lotus in full bloom, which is extremely eye-catching and spectacular.

As the firelight swirled, I saw a figure covered in blood walking out of the flames. Blood dripped from his robe. The ferocious dragon horn in front of his forehead was also broken. He

His face was covered with blood, but his pair of red-gold eyes were still as calm as a deep ancient well.

His clothes had long been torn to pieces, revealing his strong waist and abdomen. At this moment, the waist and abdomen were covered with broken golden scales. Blood slowly overflowed from between the scales, but he seemed not to notice the pain.
To be continued...