Chapter 267 Thunder is the Cloud, One Finger Tribulation
Without another word, Hong Ji swayed slightly and disappeared.
The three hundred and eleven demon souls that were captured by Li as thunder souls also disappeared with the emperor.
The world suddenly felt stuffy. It was as if on the eve of a rainstorm, the air was so thick that it was impossible to breathe. From flowers, plants and insects to swimming fish and birds, life in this world had to hold its breath at this moment. After blinking, the wind suddenly blew up and dark clouds appeared!
Three hundred and eleven dark clouds.
Suddenly leaping out of the world, Su Jing was surrounded from all directions.
The demon soul turns into thunder and lightning, and thunder and lightning are contained in lightning. From this, the wild thunder and lightning come alive, take form, and form clouds.
It is no longer the thunder bursting out of the clouds, but the clouds are thunder.
The dark clouds are thunder!
When they come into sight, the power of thunder has already bloomed and reached the body.
Hong Ji melts into the thunder array, and there are three layers of cloud thunder. He is present in every layer, but it is not him in any layer.
There was no bright light, only a loud noise was heard, a fierce and loud noise when hundreds of thunder exploded in an instant!
And among the billowing black clouds, a golden red light was particularly eye-catching. His sharp five senses tempered by the sun fire were able to discern the crisis. In the moment before the monster thunder swept away, Su Jing had already stood up and could barely avoid this group of thunder.
cut.
The thunder struck thousands of feet, destroying all directions.
A thread of fire rises into the sky.
Thunder passed by. The hill where Su Jing was before was safe and sound. There were grass and trees on the hill, and there were birds and birds hiding in the trees and insects and ants lurking among the grass. Everything remained as it was. The sweep of the evil thunder seemed to be no more powerful than a breeze. But
When the real mountain wind blew again, the hills shook and dispersed. They turned into powder and disappeared without a trace. There were no more birds, grass, trees, mountains, rocks or hills. Everything within a few miles around, not even a tiny bit of it had ever existed.
No trace was left;
The dark clouds dispersed. With a blow, the clouds and thunder disappeared, and they dissolved into the air, only to feel at peace! The clouds and thunder reappeared, once again surrounding Su Jing who was rushing into the sky.
Lei Youpo, they are alive, and they will catch up with the enemy without Hong Ji’s command! Is there anyone in this world who can escape faster than Lei?!
Su Jing couldn't escape this time.
Before the first loud noise ended, the second thunder struck again.
The first thunder struck the ground, but except within the area covered by dark clouds, the power of the demonic magic did not reach an inch of grass; the second thunder struck the sky, but the destructive force created a rolling pressure, and the air was visible to the naked eye, like a stormy wave.
The giant * sweeps across all directions!
Once again, thunder passed, the dark clouds dispersed, and Su Jing disappeared in mid-air, but a dark and dark prison appeared!
Su Jing escaped into the sword prison, faced off head-on, and blocked the Demon King's blow.
Just hearing Hong Ji's roar, the clouds and thunder surged in again, splitting the sky with a loud bang;
There was a clear sword cry in the dark, the sword prison was whirling, the raging fire rolled back into the clouds and thunder, and the sword's power first appeared!
One strike, one scattering, one gathering, and another strike. After three or five times, the cloud and thunder formation suddenly changed. If it did not fade away, the 311 cloud thunders turned into 311 black rings.
The originally clear sky that wrapped the Sword Prison tightly became dark and heavy at some point. Thousands of miles of black clouds really gathered, and thousands of purple arcs bloomed and merged into the black ring of clouds and thunder:
Use magic to connect the power of heaven, use the thunder spirit of the demon family to stir up the true thunder in the sky, and the demon emperor Hong Ji borrows the power from the sky!
The thunder is like a bite, and the sword prison is violently attacked.
The sword prison was trembling rapidly and was about to collapse. Su Jingqingqing stood on the stone bridge of the lotus pond: "Guard the prison!" The seventeen criminals kneeling in front of him had their shackles shattered. They shouted or laughed, and some of them bumped into each other.
After entering the wall, some jumped into the lotus pond: the bodies of the dead sinners melted into the black prison. In an instant, the violent energy of the sword prison increased sharply, and the trembling became much calmer.
Su Jing kept yelling and shouted again: "Bloom!"
After re-sacrifice and refining the sword prison, Su Jing added ninety-nine sword orifices to it, and each orifice received a feather of golden light that burst out!
The ninety-nine sword feathers soared into the sky, gathered together to form a sharp rainbow, and flew out of the sword prison to hit the sky!
The dark clouds thousands of miles above the sky were suddenly penetrated by the sword feathers, opening a hole several miles wide.
The sun poured down, shrouding the Tianwu Sword Prison in a bright light.
The power of the sun fire surged, and the sword prison was completely stabilized. The sword energy burst out brightly amidst the fierce roar, breaking the black rings and slashing the violent thunder; the ninety-nine sword feathers continued to scatter in all directions, splitting the dark clouds on the zenith layer by layer!
The demon family's thunder method can borrow the thunder and fire of the Nine Heavens, and the good swords of the Golden Crow Sect also have their own echoes of the scorching sun!
The Demon King's Thunder Dispelling Formation and Su Jing's Sword Prison were rolling and fighting in mid-air.
There was also a fierce fight on the other side.
The great sage, the demon beasts, were either flying into the sky or hiding on the ground, fighting fiercely with the sky and the earth. If Lao Yin really wanted to use all his strength, he would not be able to cope with it with more than thirty demon beasts, but the old demon was only here to help, so naturally he could not do anything wrong.
He brought out all his family property, and after returning from the Fox Land, he dismissed most of his men;
Lei Dong Tianzun announced the name of the dish, the red-eyed master called for the treasure, the flower god wanted to be beautiful, the "sword tactics" that were confused and inappropriate were louder and louder than each other, the three corpse sword array was spinning in a hurry, and the old demon released a black gold centipede.
, the two sides were fighting at one point.
The fight lasted a little longer, and the three zombies firmly gained the upper hand.
Su Jing broke through, and the strength of the three corpses increased again. The power of the sword formation was not the same as when he escaped. Coupled with the three immortal bodies, who always look for opportunities to die together, Yin Lao was really embarrassed to deal with it.
On the other hand, when the old demon was fighting against crazy enemies like the Three Corpses, he couldn't concentrate on the fight: the old man always had a part of his mind tied to Fan Qiao.
Mr. Yin has never seen Fan Qiao.
After Fan Qiao practiced the Golden Crow Zhengfa, he specially cultivated a method of condensing Qi and hiding intention. When he used it, Mr. Yin could not see his current state at all.
He couldn't tell the realm, but Mr. Yin could tell that Fan Qiao's treasure flag came from the same lineage as the strange brown magic.
The little demon surnamed Su escaped into the brown land, and when they met again after hiding for fifty years, there was a grandpa with a lively appearance beside him, and in his hand was this treasure that exuded a strange aura - how could Mr. Yin be able to
No doubt, that 'old god' is not the old monster who is the leader of the brown land?
Mr. Yin didn't know where the brown land was, but he knew that the other party was also a powerful person just by relying on the 'Kongkong Spell', so how could he not dare not be on guard.
He played with the Thousand Eyes Flag, then stood aside and watched without doing anything. Fan Qiao came up with this idea himself, and was highly praised by Su Jing.
In the sky, Yun Lei and Sword Prison were evenly matched. For the time being, they were evenly matched. However, after a while of entanglement, Hong Ji's spell changed again, and the black ring Yun Lei that could not help Tianwu Sword Prison suddenly disintegrated and disappeared.
They no longer disappeared, but turned into clouds, scattering away like a school of frightened fish.
The Demon Emperor's Qi was still there, and he was not escaping. Su Jing also temporarily restrained his spells, and Jian Yu returned to the black prison, concentrating and gathering momentum.
It only takes half a cup of tea to make the clouds move in all directions!
It is clearly visible that the sky and the earth naturally form thick black clouds, pulled by Hong Ji's cloud thunder, from all directions at the end of the sky, converging towards the location of the Sword Prison.
Hundreds of thunder souls, invite endless black clouds!
After three or five breaths, heavy dark clouds gathered together, one layer after another, filling the sky above the Sword Prison.
The rotation of the sword prison gradually slowed down, and the condensed fire around it did not rise, but became more and more pure, and the golden and red color seemed to have substance! Su Jing was still on the stone bridge of the lotus pond, looking up at the black clouds in the sky, nothing could be seen on his face
expression.
The ink cloud flew over, pushed up, and then stopped moving, as if it had solidified.
The clouds were quiet, but the sky was startled. The eyes could not see it, but the spiritual sense could detect it. The indescribable restlessness spread from the clouds to the sky, and then from the sky to the earth!
Suddenly, a purple arc snaked, not hitting the sword prison, but just passing through the black clouds.
After a purple arc, ten, a hundred, a thousand, and countless thunderbolts arose, flashing crazily in the dark clouds. At this moment, the clouds were also moving, rumbling, rolling, and surging. Hong Ji's voice came from the clouds: "Little demon
, suffer death.”
It was surprisingly calm, with no tone at all in the four words.
As soon as the words fell, the strong light burst out, and the heavy ink cloud rolled away, a finger.
All the thunder in the cloud condensed into one finger; all the energy was tied to the sword prison, and the battlefield was controlled by one finger.
The thunder is extinguished, and a catastrophe occurs with one finger.
The ultimate in Hong Ji’s Heavenly Thunder Demon Technique, this finger is his lifelong practice!
The Great Holy Jue was not completely emptied, and the Little Yin was still 'taming the dragon'. When the finger of thunder appeared in the dark clouds, the scales on the sixteenth body suddenly rose and flew into the dragon's ear. Then the dragon coiled around like a python, and the dragon
The neck is held high, the mouth is wide open, the anger comes from fear, and the alertness comes from panic!
The finger of thunder moved slowly, almost inch by inch, but it was inevitable to avoid the sword prison. Su Jing raised his head and looked up, his eyes were brightly reflected by the thunder light, his eyebrows were raised, and there was no fear on his face, but a strong expression of fear.
Excited, followed by a bang, Yang Fire bloomed all over his body.
A qi path condensed into a long golden and red rope, and one thousand four hundred and forty fire snakes snaked away and shot into every corner of the sword prison. Ninety-nine sword feathers floated around, surrounding the master and trembling urgently.
The Yang Fire Essence rolled away, flowed from Su Jing into the Sword Prison, and then returned to its master in the Sword Prison. People are prisons, and prisons are human beings. Su Jing takes over and truly integrates himself into the sword!
The dark clouds settled layer by layer, and Lei Jie pressed his finger faster and faster. Su Jing's mind turned, and the sword prison was sealed and dispersed. He did not protect it and allowed the finger to penetrate and press against Su Jing.
Su Jing's eyes became brighter and brighter. He raised his arms, raised his hands, and pointed his left index finger!
A finger from the sky is more than a hundred feet thick.
Su Jing pointed out that it was no longer normal.
After one breath, the two fingers touch each other.
There was no fierce loud noise, no strong wind scattered, it was silent and withstood.
quiet.
The thunder in the finger of the sky is brilliant, condensing the majestic power of thunder clouds from all directions; Su Jing is surrounded by enchanting fire snakes, a world of fire and a surging true energy of pure fire. But neither thunder nor sun fire exists in the movement.
The slightest sound, compared with the huge force, is deathly silent.
Stalemate.
Just three breaths of time, for Hong Ji and Su Jing, seemed to last more than thirty years.
Suddenly the sword prison shook, slowly and slowly, and settled one foot.
Su Jing remained motionless, his fingers firmly pressed against the Thunder Finger.
The sword prison shook again and sank again, this time it sank three feet.
The third earthquake caused the Sword Prison to sink seven feet.
At the fourth shock, it could no longer stop its decline. It was pressed down by the finger from the sky and slammed to the ground.
There was a loud noise, earth and rocks flew out, and Sword Prison was crushed into the ground.
The fingers of the sky are not stopping, the sword prison goes deep into the earth
Hong Ji was hidden in the dark clouds, with a ferocious face and blood-like eyes. But that day, a finger of thunder annihilated his sight. He could not see the situation of Su Jing in the sword prison: Su Jing had moved.
Draw the sword in your right hand, Beiming.
The sword came up, and the fingers of his left hand were withdrawn——
I sat in front of the computer at five o'clock this afternoon and started writing this chapter. Except for an hour after dinner, I spent six hours writing these three thousand words. If it hadn't been for the update time, I guess I could have written more for a while.
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