Ling tripod

At this moment, Chu Yan was besieged by more than 40,000 guardian spirits.

"Boom boom boom..."

The roaring sound continued to sound outside his body.

The more than 40,000 guardian spirits continued to collapse under the bombardment of fifteen demons at the peak of the late thunder tribulation!

At the same time, the Thousand-Handed Demon Buddha also continued to explode, and thousands of palms continued to bombard.

I saw that the tower of origin above Chu Yan's head kept lighting up.

At the same time, under the roar, the unyielding will in the guardian spirits that were killed was extracted by Chu Yan.

In this way, the guardian spirits around Chu Yan were all killed at once, and there was no chance of resurrection.

Although Chu Yan didn't know what the unyielding will was for, he thought in his heart that this thing must be extraordinary, and he had been collecting it.

Most of the more than 50,000 guardian spirits were in the middle and peak of the thunder tribulation.

However, there were 100 late thunder tribulation spirits!

A hundred late-stage thunder tribulation cultivators, what kind of strength is that? It's just that they are attacking separately at this moment, and they don't know how to unite, otherwise, Chu Yan would have been defeated long ago.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a late-stage thunder tribulation demon guardian spirit rushed in.

Although this late-stage thunder tribulation guardian spirit is not as good as a real late-stage thunder tribulation cultivator, it is much stronger than an ordinary mid-stage thunder tribulation cultivator.

"Yin Ling Finger!"

Chu Yan saw the situation, and Yin Ling Finger tapped out three fingers in a row!

"Bang bang bang..."

Three fingers fell on it, and the late-stage thunder tribulation guardian spirit was covered by the gray ice layer.

However, soon, it was covered with cracks, and it was about to collapse!

At this moment, Xiaobai on Chu Yan's shoulder opened his mouth in an instant.

This mouth was ten feet high, with sharp teeth in it, and it swallowed the late-stage thunder tribulation guardian spirit in one gulp.

Then, its little white mouth became smaller, and finally spit out the turbid air, and then licked its mouth and said, "It tastes good!"

"Xiaobai, are you okay?"

Chu Yan's eyes showed surprise.

The guardian spirits of the late thunder tribulation are the most difficult to deal with among these guardian spirits, and the rest are not a problem.

"It's okay, it tastes good!"

Xiaobai smiled and said.

"Can you keep swallowing?"

Chu Yan asked.

If Xiaobai can swallow all these guardian spirits of the late thunder tribulation, he will definitely win this time.

Otherwise, even if he has many treasures, it is extremely laborious to slowly consume these guardian spirits of the late thunder tribulation to death, and he is afraid that he will be seriously injured.

Xiaobai said, "That's not it. After swallowing such a big guy, I have to rest for a day!"

"One day, a total of one hundred, that means it takes one hundred days! Good!"

Chu Yan's eyes flashed.

Then, he changed his plan and began to kill the guardian spirits in the middle stage of the thunder tribulation with all his strength. The remaining ninety-nine guardian spirits in the late stage of the thunder tribulation were left to Xiaobai to deal with. One a day, a hundred days, it was very fast.

Chu Yan thought to himself: "Although Meng Junhe is stronger than me, he can't kill the guardian spirits at once. I can save a lot of time than him. Good!"

"Here!"

At this moment, Xiaobai spit out a transparent filament from his mouth.

This thing is the unyielding will in the guardian spirit in the late stage of the thunder tribulation just now. This unyielding will is much stronger than that in the early stage of the thunder tribulation.

"Okay, let's go!"

Chu Yan's eyes were full of joy.

Surrounded by the Thousand-Handed Demon Buddha and fifteen demons in the late stage of the thunder tribulation, he went forward at a very fast speed.

The speed of these guardian spirits is not very fast.

Chu Yan speeded up so that he could not let them surround him, so as to disperse the combat effectiveness of these guardian spirits.

Time is passing.

One day!

Three days!

Seven days!

One month!

…

A month has passed!

Now Chu Yan has killed the remaining guardian spirits, leaving only more than 30,000. The eighth tower of origin has been condensed!

At the same time, Chu Yan's cultivation is improving madly!

Years of insights and accumulation are constantly bursting out at this moment, and magic veins emerge from his body.

Six hundred!

Seven hundred!

…

Nine hundred and ninety-nine!

When the nine hundred and ninety-ninth magic vein condensed, Chu Yan's aura was shaken, and his strength has climbed to the peak of the late stage of great success.

One step away, it is the great perfection.

Time is passing, and another month has passed!

Now, those guardian spirits have been killed and only more than 20,000 are left.

Chu Yan was covered with wounds.

Even if he has a good cultivation and many means, it is impossible not to be injured in such frequent battles and under the siege of tens of thousands of guardian spirits with cultivation above the late stage of thunder tribulation.

If it were not for the living green flame constantly restoring his cultivation, it would be difficult to support it.

At the same time, the magic veins on Chu Yan's body finally condensed to one thousand.

He finally entered the great perfection.

The peak of the great perfection is the half-step thunder tribulation!

Chu Yan needs to condense nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine magic veins, and cultivation is more difficult than before!

But now with the full outbreak, Chu Yan feels that it is not impossible for him to reach the half-step thunder tribulation!

"I must refine this pen!"

At this moment, Chu Yan has to disperse part of his cultivation to suppress the seven-word spirit pen while the full outbreak.

This makes him very unhappy!

"Nine layers of branding rise, I refine it with the magic flame of destruction and the magic energy of time, but it is impossible to refine it!"

Thinking of this, Chu Yan injected the magic of destruction and the magic of time into the seven-character pen, and attacked the seal in an all-round way.

Time flies.

Ninety-nine days have passed since Chu Yan and Meng Junhe started the final competition.

Meng Junhe was now covered in dust and many wounds appeared on his body. He was less than a thousand feet away from the exit.

Even though he was at the peak of the late thunder tribulation, he was still injured under the siege of so many guardian spirits.

The most important thing is that he needs to kill each guardian spirit three times.

It can be said that his fighting volume is three times that of Chu Yan.

Even so, there are only ten guardian spirits in the late thunder tribulation left!

Once these last ten guardian spirits are killed, this time, he will be the winner!

"Although Chu Yan can kill the guardian spirit once, his cultivation is far inferior to mine. This time, I will be the final winner... Puff!"

Just as Meng Junhe was speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his soul like a shattered soul, and a mouthful of reverse blood spurted out directly!

"The Seven-Character Pen... has been refined!"

There was an incredible look in his eyes.

Meng Junhe had possessed seven spiritual pens since he was a child. It can be said that these seven spiritual pens were closely connected to his soul, but at this moment, they were cut off by a living being.

"My spiritual pen, damn it!"

He couldn't believe that the spiritual pen with the soul imprint of the nine generations of ancestors was actually refined by Chu Yan!

At this moment, a figure in the distance came at a high speed.

Outside his body, there stood an almost broken magic banner, and on his waist, there was a severely damaged gourd, and in his hand was a long sword full of cracks.

At this moment, Chu Yan was covered with wounds and almost overdrawn!

Over the past few days, even with many treasures on his body, Chu Yan was still seriously injured.

However, more than 3,000 magic veins had already appeared on his body.

At the same time, above his head, the tower of origin had already condensed into ten, and the tenth tower had also been lit up nine layers, and even the last layer seemed to be about to be lit up.

Now, green flames were burning on his body, and he was moving at a very fast speed.

"Chu Yan!"

Meng Junhe saw Chu Yan, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Xiao Bai, how long will it take?"

"Soon, Master, it will be restored soon!"

Xiao Bai spoke, with strange black light flashing in his eyes, and his momentum was many times stronger than before.

At this moment, behind him, a shadow of a guardian spirit came at a very fast speed, chasing Chu Yan.

This is the last guardian spirit of the late thunder tribulation!

As long as it is killed, Chu Yan will be completely successful.

Seeing the situation, Meng Junhe was anxious and prepared to attack Chu Yan, but was surrounded by the last ten guardian spirits.

"Kill!"

At this moment, behind Chu Yan, the guardian spirit chased after him and uttered a word.

In his hand, he held an illusory sword and slashed at Chu Yan!

At this moment, Chu Yan's momentum was extremely low, and his eyes showed a heavy look.

"Master!"

Xiaobai roared!

Chu Yan's eyes flashed with joy, and he turned his head suddenly.

In the extremely astonished eyes of Meng Junhe in the distance, Xiaobai opened his mouth wide, and the giant mouth with sharp teeth ten feet high directly swallowed the last guardian spirit!

A trace of unyielding will was taken by Chu Yan!

In this way, 100,000 guardian spirits were finally killed by Chu Yan!

Chu Yan swallowed a handful of pills into his stomach, and used all his strength to activate the green flame of the living creature to recover from his injuries.

He looked at Meng Junhe in front of him and did not move.

At this time, his state was not at its peak. If he rushed out, he would definitely be blocked by Meng Junhe, and he might be seriously injured again.

"The spirit of the pen!"

Meng Junhe saw the situation, and a decisive look flashed in his eyes.

At this time, ten illusory shadows were released from his scroll!

These ten phantoms were completely condensed from pure and majestic energy, and their aura was extremely terrifying. They were accumulated by Meng Junhe after years of smelting, and each one was extremely valuable.

But at this moment, he had to use it!

"Melt!"

Meng Junhe said, and the ten spirits of the pen directly merged into the ten guardian spirits around him that were surrounding him.

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