The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 1897

Above the sky, the Thunderbolt of Pure Destruction struck down fiercely with a mighty force.

At the moment when the thunder strikes, the world seems to shake slightly. The dazzling white light spreads instantly with crackling electric arcs, and the radius of thousands of miles is directly shrouded in white light.

Everything under the Thunderbolt was purified and reborn by it, and the grass that was covered under the Thunderbolt, which was dying for an instant, became full of vitality in an instant.

In the center of this white light, no one came out of it for a while, and the white light was still spreading, which made people's hearts arouse.

Huanggui is a deity. In fact, she has existed since the birth of this world, and the law of the jungle is followed here. To develop everything he has experienced, to protect the world and get rid of those moths, there is only a lot of blood on his hands.

The illusory figure flickered in the void, with worry in his heart.

Net destroying Thunder, it destroys not only the body, but also the soul.

As the saying goes, under the Net Destruction Thunder, no matter what cultivation level you are, you must stay here well. If there is really too much blood on your hands, that's fine, you just wait for the Net Destruction Thunder to send you directly from here Dissipate completely between heaven and earth.

When the white light dissipated, the golden figure was still standing there intact.

Can't see where it got hurt.

The white figure has been watching her silently, feeling that her aura is a bit unstable, other than that there is no problem, but he knows that Huang must be injured.

He was a little anxious. At her current level, unless it was an ordinary injury, but if it was an injury caused by law and order, it would be very difficult to recover.

But now he can't appear, so he can only hide silently. If he appears again, their plan will collapse directly.

Above the void, tens of thousands of miles away, in a cloud-shrouded palace, there was a person sitting on that high god's throne. The pose looks down at everything in the picture in front of you.

Doodle

Her fingertips made a rhythmic sound, one time, two times, three times. Every time she fell, there was a dull sound. These sounds sounded the same, but when they are connected together, people will find that the sound can be heard. People's ears will feel the brain's chaos for a while, and even the heart will have bouts of irritability.

The sound was like the ringing of a bell, passing through the thick clouds and directly intruding into the ears of the golden figure.

The illusory figure paused, looking at the sky with complicated eyes.

For a while, he lowered his eyes and met Huang's eyes, only to see him nodding slightly, he retracted his gaze, and his thoughts moved slightly, and the fourth wave of thunder struck.

This wave of thunder was not as terrifying as the previous waves of thunder. It looked flat, and there was even a feeling of slowness, as if the old snail was crawling a little bit with its heavy snail shell on its back.

But this lightning calamity cannot be underestimated, because it is aimed at lifespan.

Once you touch it, you will experience all kinds of death, repeating and repeating in death, as long as you can break free from it, you will survive this calamity, if you can't get rid of it, you will be greeted real death.

It's just death. For Huang, a god who has lived for an unknown number of years, it's just a simple matter to break free.

But this Lei Ting only looked powerful, but actually had no killing intent towards her at all.

That is to say, there is a lot of thunder and little rain.

Getting hurt or something is just a play.

So Huang, who broke free from this wave of thunder disaster, ushered in the last thunder disaster. According to their design, as long as this thunder disaster passes, she can sit in that position, and the world will be taken over by her, but she I had a hunch he was going to make a move.

(End of this chapter)