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The second thousand three hundred and ninety-four chapters of the hard-working Situ Shaofeng

Just as several people were killing each other crazily, the calamity cloud that had been surging for a long time finally started to move again inside the headquarters of the Weihai Gang.

"Come on! I don't believe it anymore, you are capable of killing me!"

Zhang Xiong laughed loudly.

Withstanding the first thunderstorm gave him great self-confidence.

And Zhang Xiong's success today has a lot to do with his character.

Youdao: The more sullen a person is, the more intense his inner fluctuations are.

This is the case for Zhang Xiong. He usually looks stoic and tepid. In fact, Zhang Xiong has always had a passionate heart.

Under the influence of self-confidence and the coercion of the thunderstorm, Zhang Xiong's passion that had been suppressed for countless years burst out at this moment.

He roared and shouted, facing the tribulation clouds surging in the sky without any fear in his expression.

Lin Feng saw this scene and felt a little admiration in his heart.

Years of practice have long since worn away the passion in the hearts of countless monks.

It’s not easy for Zhang Xiong to maintain his position to this day.

As long as such a monk does not die prematurely, his future prospects will be limitless.

It's just that... although I admire it, I still have to absorb this thunder tribulation, and there is no need to discuss it.

Boom... click!

Jie Yun seemed to be angered by Zhang Xiong's remarks. After surging for a long time, the second Jie Yun, as thick as a bucket, suddenly fell.

Wherever the tribulation thunder passed, dense cracks appeared in the space, and a faint whistling sound came from inside.

Lin Feng knew that those were space cracks. He had had a similar experience in the past, but the space cracks in the world of cultivation were obviously more terrifying than the cracks on the earth. The breath that was breathed out from those cracks was like the prehistoric times.

The huge mouth of the beast is filled with a fishy smell, which is frightening.

I distractedly observed the movement of the Demon Refining Pot. The energy of the red thunderbolt absorbed previously had not yet been completely refined, but at this time, the Demon Refining Pot itself had already reached 60% repair level.

The body of the demon refining pot has undergone some changes compared to before. The fine lines look clearer, and some parts that were originally dilapidated have gradually become rounded.

To put it more simply, the previous Demon Refining Pot looked like a urinal, but now it has been upgraded to an ordinary kettle.

Although it doesn't look very good, Lin Feng knows that the power of the Demon Refining Pot is definitely higher than before.

Lin Feng raised his head and looked at the confident Zhang Xiong, feeling a moment of silence in his heart.

The demon refining pot will not absorb the tribulation thunder again before refining the absorbed tribulation thunder. Therefore, the current tribulation thunder is the real full-power second-turn tribulation thunder. This time, Zhang Xiong must be alone.

Go and fight.

Having confidence is a good thing, but if you have too much confidence... you can easily get beaten.

Click!

The calamity thunder landed on the ship-shaped magic weapon with great precision.

A faint light shield of vitality rose on the ship-shaped magic weapon, and the power of the tribulation thunder tried to break through, but was unable to do so, and was mostly blocked by the light shield.

But a small part of it still spread along the photomask to Zhang Xiong.

"bring it on!"

Zhang Xiong is full of confidence. He has endured it once before and has absolute experience.

However, the moment that trace of thunder really came into contact with his body, Zhang Xiong's expression completely stiffened, and his body trembled like chaff.

A fine red line ran along his skin and spread all over his body. An indescribable sense of crisis made Zhang Xiong change his color.

"Why is the power of this thunderbolt so much stronger than the previous one?"

Zhang Xiongxin was horrified.

Fortunately, he was not an ordinary monk. In the critical situation, Zhang Xiong responded immediately and frantically mobilized the energy in his Dantian for defense.

The power of this tribulation thunder was not particularly strong, Zhang Xiong could barely resist it, but the feeling was really unpleasant.

"This ship-shaped magic weapon is extraordinary."

Lin Feng vaguely discovered something, but he was not sure. If he used his spiritual sense to explore it at this time, it would be no different than seeking death.

Not sure if he had an illusion, but Lin Feng always felt that there was something in this ship-shaped magic weapon that was absorbing the power of the Tribulation Thunder.

Of course, compared with the Demon Refining Pot, this amount of absorption can only be considered as a small thing.

But according to the information in Lin Feng's memory, there are very few magic weapons or even fairy weapons that can absorb thunder tribulation.

For a while, Lin Feng became very interested in this ship-shaped magic weapon. He secretly wondered if Zhang Xiong had noticed this, but seeing how he was desperately resisting the thunder, he had no intention of distracting himself from observing other people.

, probably not found.



In the Weihai Gang headquarters, below the attic where Situ Bo previously lived, is the secret room where Situ Bo used to retreat.

This secret room is made of the most precious magical materials. It is extremely hard and is also built underground. Moreover, Situ Bo has personally laid out a six-level spirit gathering array around the secret room. It can really be regarded as a holy land for cultivation.

There are many elders in the Weihai Gang who eagerly want to join in and practice for a while, but they have never succeeded, but it must be said that they yearn for this secret room very much.

Among the entire Weihai Gang, perhaps only one person looked down upon this secret room.

That is Situ Bo's biological son, Situ Shaofeng.

To others, this secret room is a holy place for cultivation, but to him, it is a confinement room.

After he came back from the last parade incident, he was first severely scolded by Situ Bo, and then locked in a solitary room. Without Situ Bo's magic tricks, he would not be able to open the door of this secret room.

As a result, Situ Shaofeng became miserable and sulked in the secret room all day long. Another thing he did was to carve the name of Great Sage Lin on the wall, and then scratch the name hard with a dagger.

Situ Shaofeng's hatred for Lin Dasheng has reached a level that is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Because this Great Sage Lin had ruined his dragon bloodline, and because Great Sage Lin had caused him to be severely reprimanded and locked up here for half a month.

For him who couldn't bear the loneliness, it was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Just today, a violent earthquake shook the entire secret room.

Situ Shaofeng, who was sleeping in the secret room, was accidentally thrown to pieces. He got up and subconsciously wanted to curse, but found that there was dirt falling from the top of the secret room, and there were also formations on the defense array of the entire secret room.

light.

Just when Situ Shaofeng was confused about the scene in front of him, a violent roar sounded, which made Situ Shaofeng's eardrums hurt. When he touched it with his hand, blood oozed out of his ears.

However, when Situ Shaofeng saw this scene, he was not angry but happy, because after this roar, the upper magic circle in the secret room cracked, revealing a corner, which was enough for him to get out.
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