"Well, you performed really well, please try harder."
There were hundreds of feet of dark clouds in the sky, the sea of clouds was rolling, there was lightning and thunder, and bursts of roaring sounds could be heard.
In a radius of thousands of miles, only the yellow sand comes into view, and there is no human habitation.[
Next to the majestic ancient ruins with a long history, a monk who looked wretched from the back was dancing the dance of death under the thunderstorms falling from the sky, and kept shouting something shamelessly.
Perhaps his attitude towards the calamity thunder really made the sky unhappy. There was a roar, and in less than the blink of an eye, the calamity thunder as big as a bucket struck the head with a world-destroying green light.
Mo Yi looked up at his dark face and blew out a wisp of black smoke from his mouth. The green hair on his head had been burned and only stray hairs were left. His deep black eyes looked at the endless calamity rolling above his head.
Lei rolled his eyes at it.
Mo Yi cursed loudly: "Hey, Cangtian, you have no eyes, do you? I called you out to ask for your help, not to hack me. You keep sneak-attacking me like this every now and then. Is it interesting?"
An extremely old face loomed in the sky of thunder clouds. The face was distorted and angry, and the calamity thunder roared: "Kill this evildoer to death."
Mo Yi twisted his butt, raised his waist, glared with his feet, and instantly flashed a hundred meters away. Where he was standing just now, a thunderbolt that was thicker than before struck down mercilessly, setting off a violent sandstorm.
Mo Yi raised his middle finger to the thunder in the sky and growled: "I know you are a stingy guy in the sky. Fortunately, I can dodge quickly. The time is almost up. Hurry up and help me do my business. Next time
Only then will I be in the mood to come out to you."
The calamity clouds above the sky continue to gather and become thicker and darker, the face becomes clearer, and the eyes reveal the desire to destroy everything and exterminate all things.
All kinds of rumbling and muffled sounds echoed repeatedly in the dense invisible clouds of calamity, and the roars from the ancient beasts were mixed in, revealing a terror that made all living things tremble.
Mo Yi was now in tatters and looked like a beggar. He caressed his almost bald head with his dark hands struck by lightning, and opened his mouth. His dazzling white teeth were in sharp contrast with his charred skin.
A smug smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered softly: "I know that this Cangtian is a narrow-minded guy. As long as it is stimulated, it will definitely go crazy. Work hard, push harder, and my peerless book will finally work."
If you pay careful attention, you can find that this beggar-like Mo Yi, despite being born with many calamities, has always been active in a certain corner of the vast ancient ruins.
To be more precise, he was moving next to an altar in that corner that was shrouded in a milky white halo.
Mo Yi has been practicing Taoism for thousands of years. When he was young, he had an unexpected chance to find a unique book.
What Mo Yi was experiencing at this time was the shocking calamity experienced by those outstanding ascendants.
Compared with the sincerity, fear, and uneasiness of those Ascended Ones who treated the world-shattering tribulation thunder, Mo Yi's performance was simply leisurely and easy, and could easily make several people's eyes pop.
He once said to his disciples who had ascended away: "You bastards, please remember that Jingshi Jie Lei is a scumbag. He is just a dog we raise. Whenever I want to take it out for a walk, it will have to be taken out for a walk."
Come out obediently and accompany me for a walk. So when you ascend, just give it a good kick without giving it any face."
Therefore, his disciples successfully survived the shocking tribulation and became ascended ones under the perverted concepts instilled by this evil master.
In the Lantian Continent, as long as the strength of any cultivator exceeds the limit that the continent can bear, then the law of heaven will sense it and rain down various tribulation thunders, either causing destruction or forcing him to ascend.
Those with ordinary strength will be warned by thunder, those with super strength will be shocked by thunder, and those who are extremely evil or defiant will be struck by thunder that will destroy the world.
Mo Yi's disciples have been ascending for who knows how many years. It's too weird for him, the master, to still be here walking the Heavenly Tribulation like a dog. He should be killed by the Thunderbolt of the World-Destroying Tribulation.
In fact, Miushi Jie Lei had already approached him for eight interviews, but every negotiation failed.
For one reason, Mo Yi really doesn't want to ascend to other planets. He would rather stay in Lantian Continent forever.
However, after practicing the Dao Code, his strength has long exceeded the limit that this Lantian Continent can bear. It is no exaggeration to say that Mo Yi, with full firepower, can sink this continent by himself, so
How could the heaven that protects the continent tolerate him?
The first time the World-Destroying Tribulation Thunder came to negotiate with him, he almost lost his soul and his strength fell to rock bottom. It took him nearly thirty years to recover from his injuries.
"Come on, roar, use your rage to destroy this damn defensive aperture!"
Mo Yi was shouting passionately. The final blow of the Jingshi Jie Lei was the most terrifying, and it was also the only power that Mo Yi could hope to use at the moment.
Mo Yi now had to ascend. The [Dao Code] could not only accommodate all things, but also help hide the original aura. So after he almost died under the thunder of death for the first time, he began to practice the method of hiding the original.
I hope to avoid the lock of heaven.
But the cruel facts show that no matter how cunning a fox is, he cannot hide from a shrewd hunter. Although his original aura is hidden a lot, until it is not enough to withstand the world-destroying thunder, but as long as the original source is not destroyed, the brand will always exist in the way of heaven.
, every fifty years, Heaven mistakenly rains down the world-destroying tribulation thunder, and each time it becomes more violent and violent.
Ever since Mo Yi discovered that frequent exposure to sky thunder can temper his bones and flesh, forming a certain degree of immunity to the sky thunder, he deliberately released his original aura just enough to withstand the world-shattering tribulation thunder when he had nothing to do, and used the tribulation thunder to temper his body.
Only then did he have the thrill of surviving eight world-destroying thunderbolts.
This is the reason why he is so relaxed and indifferent to the world-shaking thunder. He doesn't know how many times he has experienced the world-shaking thunder. Naturally, he won't feel much, even if hundreds of millions of monks hear it.
His color changed, and he avoided the world-destroying thunderbolts like snakes and scorpions, all of which he had experienced eight times before the ancients.
Mo Yi now appears in the yellow sand desert here. It's not that he is in a good mood, nor is he in a depressed mood, but in a depressed mood.
Eight negotiations failed, and nine were the number. Heaven had already issued the final negotiation order in his soul, either get lost or die.
Tiandao never jokes. In the past, he vaguely sensed that he would have a narrow escape from death, but now he clearly warned himself that he would have a narrow escape from death.[
No matter how much reluctance and concern Mo Yi felt in his heart, he still had to leave the Lantian Continent where he had lived for thousands of years.
But Mo Yi can grow from a small ant to a giant dragon that threatens heaven. His opportunities and character are both top-notch.
He practiced Taoism all his life and slacked off one day, but his goal of becoming stronger never changed.
His life motto is: "Never make a losing business."
Now we have to ascend before the ninth world-destroying thunderstorm comes, but before we leave, we have to take something good with us to calm down the depression of being kicked out by the law of heaven.