The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Chapter 1168 Sky Thunder 3 Notes

Chapter 1168 Three Notes of Heavenly Thunder
Compared to the seriously injured evil cultivator and Su Minglang who narrowly escaped death, Sheng Kui was the most surprised.

Daogang burst out with such powerful power in an instant, obviously not because of him. He used all the resources he could mobilize to feed Daogang Talismans, but he only allowed them to grow to the level just now. He knew better than anyone else, That is already the limit of Daogang's growth.

So the current changes do not come from him, but...

He looked at the tent blankly. The three evil cultivators who had just attacked the tent aggressively had already curled up to the bottom. Compared with the evil cultivators who were nailed into a sieve by the sword, those three were even worse.

Those three people simply turned into three sticks of coke!
Several other evil cultivators in the realm of trance who were about to rush towards the tent couldn't help but look at each other, undecided whether they should continue moving forward.

They really want to kill the so-called Zhengxiu Seedling and use her bones to make their own Taoist Refining Seedling, but if this seedling is so evil that there are more than one thunder in Shengrong Yuan Realm, then...

These people have lived long and seen a lot, and they have long understood that some geniuses can be killed, while some geniuses can only surrender. Suppression cannot make them fall, but can only make them soar further.

And just when these people stopped, another thunder struck from the sky, the light was so dazzling that people could only see a white light and could no longer see anything else.

Boom, boom, boom, the violent noise was like a wheel running over everyone's head, making everyone's hair stand on end.

For a long time, everyone was deaf and blind, and could only feel the strong wind passing by them one after another.

The strong wind took away something from them, but returned something to them. The feeling of being robbed and stuffed was quite unbearable, especially for seriously injured monks such as Su Minglang. After coughing a few times, his legs became weak. , just fell to the ground.

After the sound and light dissipated, it took a while for everyone to regain the power of their ears and eyes, and looked around blankly.

As the clouds dispersed and the sun cleared, everyone could clearly see that the originally golden sand was scorched black, and nearly one-third of the stone pillars in the entire stone forest were broken.

In the center of the charred gravel, in addition to the three charred bodies, there was also a gray silkworm cocoon.

Cocoon?

Sheng Kui's eyebrows twitched. Could it be...

"It can't be junior sister!" Su Minglang said weakly.

Other Mingyue Sect disciples also communicated with each other about their spiritual consciousness. When the evil cultivators asked each other and couldn't make up their minds, they took action first. They used their body skills as fast as they could and directed hundreds of spiritual powers towards the three charred bodies on the ground, killing them. Completely smashed into powder, hundreds of people gathered around the gray cocoon, raising their magic weapons and aiming them at the evil cultivator.

Su Minglang also took action when he heard Senior Brother Chen Li's order. Despite the severe pain in his broken arm, he struck out boldly and punched the guy's head on the ground. Then he immediately rushed to the spiritual cocoon and sent his spiritual consciousness into it. .

"How are you, little junior sister?"

There was no fluctuation in the spiritual cocoon, as if the message was lost in the ocean. Su Minglang couldn't help but frown, but before he could continue to send the message, the evil cultivators made a new move.

They did not take action immediately, but instead made a way.

Suddenly, a powerful aura enveloped everyone present, and Su Mingliang felt chills all over his body, as if someone had pushed him to the ground, and countless mountains were weighing on him, making it difficult to move.

"It's not in vain that I waited patiently. The harvest is indeed not small." The soft voice swayed in the wind like a gossamer, but it pierced into everyone's ears like an awl.

(End of this chapter)

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