God Ring Howl

"Okay! Hahaha——"

Zhao Xiang's laughter pierced through the sea of ​​thunder and resounded in all directions.

Rumbling, rumbling, maybe this laughter angered the catastrophe of destruction above the nine heavens.

In an instant, lightning flashed in the huge black thunder mill, and dozens of huge thunder thundered again.

Looking at Lei Hai who suddenly became more than twice stronger, the ecstasy on Zhao Xiang's face gradually calmed down again.

"I want to see if this thunder mill is the reincarnation mill! Will it kill me!" Zhao Xiang said to himself with a stern face, "Swallow it to your heart's content."

As soon as the words fell, the devouring vortex in the palm came out with a flash of golden light.

The devouring power in Zhao Xiang's body surged suddenly, and the golden gas continuously spread out from Zhao Xiang's body.

Gradually, tentacle-like golden mist appeared around Zhao Xiang's body, condensed by the power of devouring. [

If you take a closer look, you will suddenly feel that there are hundreds of golden devouring vortexes.

The sound of "crack, crackle, crackle, crackle" continued.

The blue arcs in the sea of ​​thunder with a radius of tens of kilometers kept flickering and dancing, and the thunder seemed to be boiling.

If it was a cultivator who suffered an ordinary ascension disaster, not to mention being deeply trapped in this sea of ​​thunder, even if he got close, he would disappear immediately.

If it is said that the idle senior cultivators, even if they can go deep into the sea of ​​thunder, they will suffer heavy injuries, and they may die in a short while, but Zhao Xiang in the sea of ​​thunder seems to be leisurely, although he is in the sea of ​​thunder, But it's like wandering around in the back garden of your own home.

The golden light emitted by hundreds of devouring vortices all over his body flashed away.

Hundreds of black thunderbolts that went straight towards Zhao Xiang suddenly stopped half a foot in front of Zhao Xiang.

The black and blue thunder light flickered crazily, as if unwilling to be forcibly blocked by the engulfing golden light that kept rolling out of Zhao Xiang's body.

The sound of crackling and crackling resounded through the thunder sea with a radius of more than ten miles, and the thunder sea impacted Zhao Xiang as if spiritually.

Under the entwining and sweeping of the golden light from the devouring vortex.

These hundreds of violently struggling thunderbolts were like poisonous snakes being pinched seven inches, and the yin and yang power contained in them became weaker and weaker.

After two breaths, the swirling golden tentacles around Zhao Xiang's body shook slightly.

A faint black light, like powder, spread out in all directions.

The thunder on the golden tentacles has disappeared.

"It's too slow!" Zhao Xiang suddenly said with a frown as he looked at Lei Hai in a radius of more than ten miles. [

Although he didn't want the truth of his terrifying swallowing vortex to be easily revealed to others, Zhao Xiang saw only a dozen miles of thunder sea around his body. If he only relied on hundreds of tentacles to devour the vortex, it would probably take three or four days to swallow it. Exhausted, not to mention the black thunder mill covering millions of miles.

Although Zhao Xiang knows that monks will not be disturbed by any outside world when they are crossing the catastrophe, including things that can be observed such as divine thoughts and soul fluctuations, and even this dark sea of ​​thunder can block the sight of many monks from the outside world. It is blocked, but this is also for ordinary monks. If they are strong like Ximenhu, the supreme elder of the undead clan, and those monks who have specially cultivated some mysterious magical powers or artifacts, they can still be detected.

"Ling'er, open the strongest defensive shield of the Qiankun Secret Exploration Formation, and try to expand the shielding range as much as possible, and isolate any strange fluctuations that come to investigate!" Zhao Xiang thoughtfully ordered the spirit of the altar.

"Okay!" Ling'er quickly responded to Zhao Xiang.

Right now, the thirteen-story altar has been divided into thirteen, and they are all ring-shaped, exuding golden light.

They circled around Zhao Xiang's body, spinning unhurriedly, and the golden light emitted formed a golden curtain.

Outside the golden curtain, roaring, galloping, crazily thunderbolts kept impacting and exploding.

Seeing that Ling'er had already launched the Universe Exploration Formation, Zhao Xiang immediately used the Devouring Ability without hesitation.

"So what if someone still finds out? I won't stop using the devouring power for the rest of my life because of this scruple, right?"

Immediately, both hands formed seals, and the devouring vortex at the ancestral orifice on Zhao Xiang's forehead suddenly turned rapidly.

A dull roar echoed faintly from Zhao Xiang's body.

Zhao Xiang's whole body was quickly entwined with strips of golden light that looked like tentacles.

Almost at the same time, a huge golden vortex with a diameter of [-] meters floated out spectacularly in front of Zhao Xiang.

"How strong is the devouring ability of this vortex now?" A gleam of light flashed across Zhao Xiang's eyes.

Immediately, Zhao Xiang turned his gaze to the vast sea of ​​thunder that surrounded him.

"Let's start with you, Devour!"

Shang Zunjie.

Ximenhu, the supreme elder of the undead clan, looked at the light curtain in front of him in amazement.

"Why did the thunder mill of a million miles suddenly become quiet?" Ximen Hu asked himself suspiciously.

But all of a sudden, he roared: "What a boy, you actually used means to block information detection?!"

"It's useless!" Ximen Tiger roared.

He pointed to the microphone-shaped treasure floating on his chest.

A bright light flashed from the tip of his index finger and disappeared from the microphone-shaped treasure.

The white glow is exactly the core of Yuanli that Ximenhu has practiced for millions of years, the most powerful, and able to break through barriers.

The treasure immediately flashed an extremely vague halo, and the next moment, the halo swam and condensed into hair-like filaments.

The filament shot straight towards the huge light curtain in front of it.

The huge light curtain unexpectedly roared, and the filament seemed to penetrate a certain space.

Immediately afterwards, a blurry image appeared on the light curtain, and at this moment Ximen Hu's complexion turned three points pale.

He stared at the light curtain with wide eyes, only to see that the thunder mill covering a radius of a million miles seemed to be spinning slowly but really fast.

The moment the filament champion force core entered the light curtain, a small hole appeared with a rattling sound from the thunderbolt.

The small holes on the screen are getting closer and closer until they cover the entire light curtain.

Ximen Tiger then saw a large area of ​​white light, and there was a huge sea of ​​thunder in the white light.

He whispered something suspiciously, and suddenly saw a stern blue in the sea of ​​thunder, and there were bursts of thunder.

But gradually, Ximenhu frowned and found that Lei Hai had unexpectedly calmed down.

The catastrophe of destruction is so powerful, it seems extremely strange to be so quiet.

"Could it be? Could it be that he's dead?..." Ximen Tiger shook his head, and this thought flashed through his mind.

In the depths, he shook the microphone-shaped treasure floating in front of his chest with his right hand, and a huge black thunder mill appeared on the front light curtain again.

Glancing at the thunder mill covering a million miles around the southern edge of Hongmenghuangyu, still spinning in the void, still exuding a vast destructive aura, Ximenhu knew that if Zhao Xiang failed to cross the tribulation, the thunder mill must have already died. Dispersed, but it still exists, which means that Zhao Xiang is still alive and well...