The black robe was bathed in blood, and his breath was trembling violently. The old monk's mouth was spurting out black blood; the man in blue robe and sunglasses was covering his chest, vomiting blood from his big mouth, his face was burnt, his expression was depressed, his thighs were trembling, and he looked like he was being tortured.
Looking like he was struck to death by lightning...
"Are you okay?" the woman in the gold skirt asked quietly.
"Damn girl, this is a lie to the old monk and the old man, you really take it seriously! Mind your own business, don't kill the old monk all at once, we are still waiting for him to block a few thunder disasters for us!
"Tianjiu was vomiting blood and grinning while transmitting the message.
The woman in the gold skirt secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at the old monk: "Master, do you think there is still a chance?"
"Cough~! Cough~! Cough~!" The old monk closed his eyes and coughed violently, without answering the woman's question.
The purple-robed emperor smiled and said: "Jin'er, you are very good. You have just removed the curse and you have initial power. You can't give in any more than me. I will definitely love you well when you go back!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I'm afraid that Your Majesty will push back and refuse to come to comfort Jin'er!" The woman in the gold skirt quietly pulled up the collar of her skirt to cover the red mark that was almost exposed on her neck.
"No, no! Beauty, let's kill this great monk together, and then go back and be happy!"
As soon as the purple-robed emperor finished speaking, the second wave of lightning disaster also poured down.
Nine hundred-foot-sized golden proverbs with the word "Bro" teleported down, hundreds of millions of miles away, and arrived in the blink of an eye. Each golden proverb with the word "Bro" contained a hundred Taoist Wang Zexia belts, accompanied by the huge pressure of hundreds of thousands of heels, and they were submerged.
The four people below were killed.
Roaring sounds shook the sky, and wailing sounds came out as expected. The three figures were entangled together again. After another hundred breaths, the broken words and proverbs collapsed, and the figures separated instantly.
Standing on both sides, kneeling and falling, the woman in gold skirt and the emperor in purple robe stood tall and tall; the great monk in black robe knelt on one knee, gasping for air; the man in blue robe and sunglasses lay in the hollow, with blood dripping from his mouth and stained red.
A small half of the sky.
The great monk bared his teeth and waved his big hand, and a seven-inch mini bald bird staggered out.
"Condor! Today is a critical moment for my life and death. You must work hard to help me survive this disaster!"
"Gah~!" The bald bird neighed, showing a look of panic. After a while, he uttered a buzzing voice: "Master, for some reason, the little eagle has been unable to cheer up recently and seems to be extremely weak. Let alone the enemy.
Even flying hundreds of miles is difficult..."
"Damn! You said the same thing three months ago, and you are still saying the same thing now. What's the use of me keeping you here?" the great monk said angrily.
The bald little bird felt the mountain-like pressure of the great monk, and fell into the air with a crunching sound.
"This...?" The great monk suddenly became confused.
"Hahaha! Master, what's happened to the little bird you've been feeding for thousands of years? You're not going to use it to plunder it, are you?" The purple-robed emperor laughed so hard that he leaned forward and backward.
Even the man in blue robe who was lying in mid-air was bleeding faster.
The purple-robed emperor glanced at the blue-robed man and suddenly asked: "Jin'er, do you know what that kid is here for?"
"Giggle! Your Majesty, Jin'er specially captured him to share the tribulation thunder. After all, it is the strongest emperor's tribulation. There will be no shortage of nine waves of tribulation thunder. If it can be divided equally between four people, it is better than three people to bear it. What do you think, Your Majesty?
"The woman in the gold skirt has a smile as bright as a flower path.
"Well, that makes sense! Let the scapegoat be struck by lightning and see how many waves of thunder he can withstand." The purple-robed emperor touched his purple beard and nodded.
At this moment, the old monk in black robes also came to his senses. His expression changed a few times, and he quietly sent a message to the woman in gold skirt: "Jin Ying, you just let me go on purpose, right?"
"That's right! Jin'er knows that neither you nor the old guy are good birds. If you die quickly, Jin'er will not live long. So, master, let's cooperate?"
"Cooperation? Don't you regard me as a scourge?"
"At this moment, at that moment. The old guy is hiding his secrets. He seems to have made arrangements. We are grasshoppers on the same rope. If one dies, the other will definitely die. The Mo guards around you have been almost wiped out. If you don't
If we escape, we are afraid that the whole army will be destroyed. And Jin'er has just lifted the curse, and his strength is not as strong as that of the old guy. Only by working together can we have a chance." The woman in the golden skirt said with a smile.
"How to cooperate?" The old monk swallowed the black blood that rushed to his mouth and asked through a voice transmission.
"Simple! When the next few waves of thunder are activated, you only need to attack the old guy with all your strength, and Jin'er will secretly transfer immortal energy to you. We will try to give the old guy some trauma before the ninth most powerful thunder hits. At least we guarantee that.
, after the Imperial Tribulation, we are still alive."
"Deal!" The old monk agreed without any hesitation.
At the same time, the third wave of lightning disaster is coming!
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Above the sea of clouds at the Imperial Gate, magic smoke suddenly shot up, covering most of the sea of clouds in layers. After a hundred breaths, a young man in blood robes stepped out. He had a slender figure, a handsome and fair face, and a pair of demonic big eyes, shooting out two rays.
Like a dagger's cold light.
"Lord Demon, why are you here!" The three kings flew over and bowed to the void.
"Well! I finally found a secret, I can attack the fairy world and unify the Eastern Emperor Territory. Tell me, how is the fight inside?" the young man asked coldly.
The woman in the red dress was the first to clasp her fists: "Sir, after six catastrophes, the old guy was seriously injured. One of the three members of the imperial court was affected by the remnants of the tribulation thunder, and collapsed thousands of miles away. It is estimated that when the ninth catastrophe comes, this thing will
The Imperial Court is almost finished. The fighting is also fierce on the outside. Half of the battle camp, plus all the traveling camps, are fighting against the Mo camp. Inside, there is also a group of masked female saints who are shuttled back and forth as guerrillas, disrupting the situation inside. Three groups of forces
The grounds of the imperial palace are in dilapidated condition, and if we go deeper, the old guy’s silver nest will not be safe.”
"How is the imperial defense going?"
A masked old man on the far right who was at the end of the King's stage hurriedly responded: "Sir, there are only tens of thousands of remnant generals led by Yinying around. If we attack now, we will definitely hit with one hit."
"Really? King Tiger, you are too careless. How did I discover that there is a powerful force hidden around the imperial court?" the young man asked with a cold snort.
"Impossible! The old slave has repeatedly sent people to investigate, and apart from the Yinying Army, there are no other immortal armies!" the masked old man said.
"Hmph! In the northwest, there are 20,000 silver-armored immortal soldiers hiding under the Imperial Mountain. All of them have restrained murderous intent. They are obviously immortal generals who have experienced battles for a long time. Could it be that I have made a mistake?" said the man in snow robes very displeasedly.
"Hey~! Lord Demon, please calm down. This slave was unwary and deserves to die!" The masked old man bowed his head in shock.
"Okay! It's not a big deal. Send the order and go straight to the imperial court from the Yinying army camp. Anyone who stands in my way will be killed!" the young man shouted in a low voice with his hands behind his hands.
"Yes!" The three kings prostrated themselves again, then flew away.
In less than a breath, the demonic cloud rolled wildly and hit the middle of the imperial palace.
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The eighth wave of thunder gradually disappeared. The Holy Palace of the Eastern Emperor was also crumbling in the remaining power, and the collapse area had reached thousands of miles.
The three human figures flew out of the way again, all covered in blood.
The monk was the worst, half of his arms were missing, and his whole body was scorched; the purple-robed emperor was second, with three holes on his back and chest, and purple dust burst out; the woman in the gold skirt only had her jade arms and back scratched, and leaked out.
There's some blood stains.
In the south position, there was a charred figure lying on his back, with his mouth wide open, spraying black blood at the sky; a big hand as black as coal, still clutching a Zen staff.
"Why is this kid not dead yet?" The purple-robed emperor seemed to have discovered some clues and shouted sharply.
"Your Majesty, you are just a little king. If you don't die, you will die soon. Let's welcome the last powerful blow!" The woman in the gold skirt shook her head and smiled.
"No! This guy is cheating! From the beginning to now, he is just a pig, and he has vomited all his blood. Look at him, he is still squirting!" The purple-robed emperor gritted his teeth and frowned, his expression no longer relaxed.
The corners of the woman's mouth in the gold skirt twitched. She looked at the guy scratching his bag and wanted to pounce on him and bite him.
"Mo Jiu, stop pretending! Since it's okay, get up and help me take the final blow!" The old monk also shouted directly.
"Mo Jiu? Is he Mo Wei?" the purple-robed emperor snorted with narrowed eyes.
"Alas, if you scratch your bag too much, things will be reversed! There are times when you make mistakes and miscalculate. Your Majesty, you have read countless women, but you are also so sharp in reading men. I admire you, I admire you!" The man in blue robe and sunglasses stood up, his whole body shaking slightly, wearing a pair of
Put on a brand new blue robe.
Shining bright and high-spirited, the Zen staff in his hand is even more purple and gold.
"The Heavenly Zen Staff? You have gathered together the Heavenly Zen Staff!" The old monk was filled with surprises, and his face was filled with joy.
"Hehe! I had bad luck. When I was out, I accidentally picked up a stick and inserted it into the monk's crutch. It turned into a Zen stick. Do you think I have good luck?!"
Nine loud noises.
"Quick, quick, quick! Give me the Tianchan staff, and I will remember your merit!"
"Tch~! When I asked you for the treasure just now, you said you wouldn't lend it to me. Now you're borrowing it from me. Even if you're embarrassed to borrow it, I'm embarrassed to give it to you!" Tianjiu sneered, took out a purple stone, and inserted it into the sky.