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Chapter 1395 Nine-Nine Thunder Tribulation(2/3)

Wang Han shook his head.

My head was buzzing.

Everyone was smashed to a trance.

Suddenly, the voice of the old master came from his ears.

"The Master of the Taoist, use the Dragon Entanglement Technique to call the purple dragon, which can help you carry it."

The sky is rolling in the sea of ​​thunder.

The second thunder tribulation is about to come.

Wang Han hurriedly got up and used the dragon entanglement technique to control the purple dragon to resist Qi thunder.

Boom!

Waves are like tides!

The hundred-foot purple dragon was directly destroyed by one hundred percent!

Wang Han's heart was stained with blood gushing from the aftermath.

Boom!

Boom!

The third and fourth thunder tribulations followed one after another.

The momentum comes.

Come unexpectedly!

One level is stronger than the other!

After a sharp and harsh sound.

The purple dragon actually dissipated into space.

Wang Han's face was pale.

I can't stand firmly.

Eyes are congested.

My mind roars!

No sound from the outside world can be heard.

Only the rumbling lingering sounds were left in my mind.

Wang Han raised his head.

His bloodshot eyes looked at the sky with a red light.

Boom!

The fifth thunder tribulation fell from the sky!

Wang Han's pupils instantly turned into vertical pupils!

A roar came out from his throat!

A punch to the sky!

Boom!

The altar floor tiles exploded and turned into powder in an instant!

Wang Han was smashed into the ground.

The clothes exploded!

Dust is flying!

Wang Han fell into deafness.

The evil god fell aside.

The fat and flesh are full of blood and there is no movement.

The sky is rolling.

A greater thunder tribulation is still brewing.

far away.

Badaodao all looked at Wang Han with pale faces and worried and anxious.

"Young mom, my legs! What do the Taoist master usually do? He attracted this?"

Song Buyan explained in a deep voice, "Because the present is different from the past, the disaster has come, and the hardships on the Taoist Master will definitely double. Of course, this is more or less related to what the Taoist Master does on weekdays.



"Five thunder tribulations! He is afraid he can't stand it anymore!" Yue Hongzhuo's cheeks squirmed.

Luo Qian, the lord of Kunlun Palace, breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'll help him carry it!"

The old master pressed Luo Qian's shoulder and said, "I'll go, the next one is stronger than the other, you can't stand it!"

Song Buyan frowned and said, "But if you go, the thunder tribulation will be stronger!"

The old master took a deep breath, "He is the only hope!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sixth thunder tribulation came faster than any previous one.

With a loud bang!

The entire Fengtian Mountain was trembling.

The old master's pupils suddenly shrank and he was about to rush forward.

"etc!"

Song Buyan shouted quickly.

On the altar.

Wang Han, covered in blood, sat up.

His clothes were ragged, and his orifices were dripping with blood.

"He...he actually took it?"

Everyone looked confused and shocked, and there was surprise.

The old master stared at Wang Han in the dust.

Wang Han was holding something in his hand.

The evil energy rolls outside the body.

A beating evil heart condensed to wrap Wang Han in it.

Wang Han, who was deaf, had a heartbeat echoed in his mind.

In addition, there seems to be a woman's ravings.

The murmuring sound was sometimes far and sometimes near.

At this moment, Wang Han felt that everything seemed real or fake.

Can't tell the difference.

It's really hard to tell.

"It's that human vellum!" The old master recognized it immediately.

Song Buyan smiled.

His lips were cracked, "The little Taoist master, auspicious person, had his own heavenly appearance, and he actually survived another disaster!"

"But this man can only withstand the seventh time at most! There are two disasters behind it!"

Song Buyan's smile disappeared, he looked worried, and his hands in his wide sleeves pinched out a phantom.

"Unknown! It's unconscious again!" Blood gradually flowed out from Song Buyan's eyes and ears.

Wang Han sat on the altar.

The sound of thunder jumped in the center of my mind.

It was mixed with the woman's murmuring.

It's like an ancient god and demon whispering.

Boom!

The seventh thunder tribulation is vast!

It is stronger than the previous six paths combined!
To be continued...
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