my goddess school flower

Chapter 130 The Ninth Thunder Tribulation

As soon as the sun-shooting bow was released, it grew rapidly, and Wang Ziqiao's figure also increased rapidly. In a short while, he reached a height of [-] meters, and the length of the sun-shooting bow also increased to [-] meters. When the bow was drawn to the full moon, a black The arrow, like a meteor chasing the moon, with a long light tail, hit one of the dead souls.

When all the dead souls looked at the Sun Shooting Bow, not only were they not afraid, but their gazes became more violent and murderous, and all the weapons in their hands were aimed at the Sun Shooting Bow.

"Boom boom boom!"

In the cave, it was as if many nuclear weapons were exploding one after another.

Although Wang Ziqiao still can't exert the full attack power of the sun-shooting bow, and even the sun-shooting bow itself has not reached its peak state, its power is still very terrifying.

Especially Prince Joe who has opened the No. 11 entrance. His attack power is already very strong. There is no problem in shooting and killing Wangkong Realm. With the power of the small world, he can completely fight against the lower gods who do not have artifacts.

These dead souls are stronger in number, compared to each other, most of them are not as good as Fairy Guanghan, and the strongest are only comparable to Fairy Guanghan.

Of course, Wang Ziqiao didn't place too much hope on the sun-shooting bow, as long as he could assist Fairy Guanghan from the side.

But the actual effect surprised Wang Ziqiao.

Because after Hou Yi's arrow smashed the attack of the dead soul, it actually quickly absorbed the energy that diffused in the void, followed by an automatic attack, and penetrated into the dead soul.

The black Houyi arrow has the ability to devour souls. For it, the dead souls of these gods are like nourishing food. No matter how powerful it is, what good is it?

When everyone found that Hou Yi's arrow was shuttled among the souls of the dead, devouring the souls of the dead, they were all stunned.

After a long while, Wang Ziqiao finally realized, tweeted, two more arrows, and shot out the remaining two black arrows.

The three arrows flew together, and the souls of the dead wailed. Their resistance became more and more vulnerable in front of Hou Yi's arrow.

Seeing this, the strongest golden god of war suddenly roared, and the broken spear actually condensed again, then left his hand, and collided with a black bone arrow.

One gold and one black, the two energies are intertwined and then scattered, like a sky lake, sparkling and beautiful.

Immediately afterwards, Fairy Guanghan attacked, forcing the Golden Armored God of War to fly upside down and leave the cave.

Prince Qiao's body trembled violently, the arrow was shaken, and he also suffered part of the soul's backlash. After all, the arrow spirit is also equivalent to his will, and it is damaged.

At the same time, the four girls Ye Qingling, Su Feifei, Yu Wei, and Luo Hongyu also launched attacks one after another, and most of the dead souls were forced out.

"Leave first!" Fairy Guanghan mobilized Dongtian to move away in the void, and moved directly to the magic continent.

Although there are still dead souls in the cave, it is not enough to endanger the safety of the cave and everyone.

Anyway, with everyone's cultivation base, there is no problem traveling between the magic continent and the battlefield of the gods.

After returning to the human base where the small world is located, everyone let out a sigh of relief.

But Wang Ziqiao said: "Fairy, leave the remnant souls here to my little world!"

Fairy Guanghan understood what Wang Ziqiao was going to do, so she nodded naturally.

In the next moment, countless threads of love came through the air, one after another, which was difficult to detect with the naked eye, covering a large area of ​​emptiness.

The remnants of the gods who hadn't escaped but were trapped in the cave were swallowed up by Zhong Qingsi one after another.

Wang Ziqiao could deeply feel that Zhong Qingsi's spiritual power was increasing rapidly.

It was almost out of control of the small world, but now it can do whatever it wants.

In fact, after Wang Ziqiao opened the No.11 entrance, his willpower can already be shared with the love cup of the small world, which is equivalent to the improvement of the small world. Now it is no longer difficult to absorb the remnants of the gods.

With the passage of time, Wang Ziqiao found that his small world finally had the feeling of going through the catastrophe again.

"It's really because of the lack of mental strength before. Now the cup of love can filter and absorb these remnant souls, and then bestow them on the major distractions, so that the major distractions are also improving rapidly." Wang Ziqiao sighed in his heart.

However, he didn't let the small world really go through the catastrophe, because he knew that unless he fell in love or he reached the state of Wangkong, it would still be difficult for the small world to successfully overcome the catastrophe!

Wang Ziqiao even felt that the changes in his small world had exceeded Butianshi's original estimate, and he might not have imagined that the small world would become what it is now.

"Zi Qiao, would you like me to help you?" Ye Qingling asked.

Wang Ziqiao shook his head: "The last catastrophe in the small world, I have to go through it myself!"

Ye Qingling was no longer reluctant, but still smiled and said: "I am a true god now, and my love cup is stronger than your love cup. The combination of the two has great effects on you and your love cup." Great benefit!"

Wang Ziqiao's eyes lit up, and he nodded: "Okay!"

The two of them directly came to the small world, and the small world was infinitely close to a radius of ten trillion miles, just one step away.

"I hope to share with you the spiritual enlightenment of the evolution of the small world with you in the process of double cultivation. Although I refined the law and controlled a plane, my foundation is not as strong as yours. Maybe I love silk In the process of merging with your love silk, you can also condense into a godhead!" Ye Qingling blinked her eyes, looking at Wang Ziqiao tenderly.

Naturally, Wang Ziqiao would not object, as Zhong Qingsi had already appeared from the space, floating above his head.

However, Ye Qingling's hair fluttered and intertwined with the thread of love.

Her love silk has been fused with the hair.

The two love threads of yin and yang are perfectly combined, making the souls of the two seem to blend together.

"It's really good to have you..." Ye Qingling embraced Wang Ziqiao, and slowly lay down in the space woven by Zhong Qingsi.

Countless silk threads entangled the two of them layer by layer, slowly turning them into a cocoon.

Although Wang Ziqiao didn't want to rely on Ye Qingling's power to overcome the catastrophe, this method is completely different. The two of them in the dual cultivation are equal to one body, so there is no big problem.

Bunches of lightning came from the void, accompanied by a strong flame storm, chug chug...

There was a rapid explosion, like a rocket bomb, after it fell on the ground, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.

However, Ye Qingling and Wang Ziqiao, who were wrapped in love silk, slowly soared and hovered above a very high space.

A looming energy emerged from Ye Qingling's body, like a big black and golden spider, touching the spherical love cup high in the sky.

The big spider's legs were like black silk threads, half wrapping the ball love cup with white silk threads, and the white silk threads also wrapped half of the big spider.

Under the impact of thunder and fire, they gradually turned into a huge ball like black and white.