The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 91 Respective Levels
Thinking of this, she simply sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pit, waiting for the second thunder to come.

"Crackling."

In the clouds, the second thunder has been condensed, and this thunder is twice as strong as the first.

Leng Wuyou looked up at the sky with no joy or sorrow on his face.

The thunder landed, Leng Wuyou gritted her teeth and tried to run the exercises. A trace of thunder entered her body, wantonly destroying her physical meridians. In places she didn't notice, the source of thunder in her body spontaneously The operation started, and a trace of the thunder force with the destruction of the heavenly punishment was slowly swallowed and assimilated by her thunder spirit source.

In the other space, in front of Jun Moyuan, a long sea of ​​blood was tossing wantonly, and the blood-colored sea jumped up, as if to engulf him.

Jun Moyuan frowned, "It's just a small secret realm, how can there be such a trial ground?" It's really strange that he can even conjure up a sea of ​​blood that matches his strength. This wild realm is getting more and more Interesting.

"Breaking the ice." A silver sword beam slashed the ice and snow cage in front of him with a cold air.

"click, click"

Cracks appeared like spider webs on the cage made of ice and snow, followed by the sound of ice and snow collapsing, and a figure walked out of the ice fog, dressed in white clothes like snow, silver hair three thousand, ice blue. There is a cold air in the pupils.

"It's so hot, so hot, the temperature of these magma is too high, and my Qianhan jade has been melted." A grieved cry spit out from Leng Wuchen's mouth. At this moment, his whole body was wrapped in magma. It's not that there is a protective shield outside the body, he is afraid that he is already familiar with it.

Leng Wuchen licked his chapped lips. He was afraid that he would be dehydrated and die if he continued like this. No, he couldn't be so dry. Just die, there was madness in his eyes, the defensive shield was directly retracted by him, and the billowing magma drowned his figure in a breath.

Leng Wuxue's mouth overflowed with a line of blood, and Mei Mei stared at a towering ancient tree opposite. This tree already has a tree spirit, and its IQ is still very high.

"Little girl, give up, it is impossible for you to beat me." The old voice came from the ancient tree, and the green branches swayed, showing a little meaning.

"Hmph, whether we can beat you, we'll wait and see." Leng Wuxue snorted coldly, the fighting spirit on his body rose to the sky, his slender hands waved in the air, and vines came from all directions, entwining the branches of the ancient tree. Dry.

"Roar" Chijin turned into the body, raised his head and roared, and the huge four-winged tiger rammed straight towards the other four-winged tiger in front of him.

A four-winged tiger, with a slap of the tiger's claws, the red gold flew out, the red gold flipped in the air, the huge tiger's mouth opened, and a blazing white flame shot out from his huge mouth, approaching the leisurely bird on the ground. A free four-winged tiger.

Hua Qianye blew the jade flute, and the melodious sound of the flute was like a mountain spring, clinking, but as soon as the flute left the jade flute, it instantly turned into a series of sharp sound blades, which collided with the other side's sound blades.

Silently, one after another sound waves spread out around him, instantly forming a vacuum around him.

The dark mist spread to the whole space, Yu Wenhan stood there, his eyes were slightly closed, his face was pale, there was a bit of pain between his eyebrows, and the words overflowed from his mouth, "Mother."

Lei Ting slashed one after another. This is already the eighth path. Leng Wuyou has been unbearable from the beginning, and now she is able to handle it with ease. The strength of her physical body is comparable to that of the King of Wu. Now she is not using spiritual power and fighting spirit. Even below, they can kill the cultivators below King Wu and King Ling with their bare hands, and even if they face King Wu, they have the strength to fight.

"This last thunderbolt is the real test of the destruction of God's punishment. The eight thunderbolts in front are just appetizers." This thunderbolt is hard to resist. She was recruited from Dantian.

She tightened the hilt of the sword, and the source of thunder in her body turned frantically, and the thunder with the aura of divine punishment erupted in Leng Wuyou's body.

In the sky, the ninth thunder that had been condensed for half an hour finally smashed down. This thunder was different from the previous purple. It was dark black, as black as ink. As soon as it appeared, it was cold and worry-free. Pale, his feet sunk down.

click
Thunder struck, Leng Wuyou flew up, and swung out the Divine Phoenix Sword in her hand. She didn't use any moves. Relying on the feeling in her heart, the thunder spirit power was injected into the blade, and a dark purple thunder dragon followed Leng Wuyou. A sword slashed down and collided with the black thunder.

The huge roar shook Leng Wuyou Qiqiao bleeding, and the aftermath of the thunder blasted her directly into the giant pit.

"Pfft." Scarlet blood spurted out of Leng Wuyou's mouth. She looked up at the sky and muttered, "Can you stop it?"

Above the sky, the purple thunder dragon roared, and the black thunder was ferocious, and the clouds were smashed by these two forces.

(End of this chapter)