The pressure of the catastrophe cloud was even lower, as if the sky was about to collapse directly. Even if the monks saw it, they felt terrifying. Countless terrible thunders were flashing and burst out with dense thunderstorms. It contained the power of heaven, with extremely terrifying pressure. A large number of monks retreated backward without even thinking about it, for fear of being swept into the catastrophe. You must know that the catastrophe has no eyes. If you really want to believe that you are helping the catastrophe, you will not even be able to escape the punishment of the catastrophe.

Then, I saw that Yan Fusheng, who was standing tall on the blood platform, had his backbone still not bent at all, but his full spirit was strangely as if he had been completely pulled away by something.

The divine light in the eyes began to dissipate vaguely.

The power contained in the flesh and blood in the body seemed to have begun to dissipate quickly and was inexplicably stripped away.

Weak, unprecedented weakness.

This is a kind of power that is deprived of, not just power, but a kind of power that is pulled out of the god. This kind of divine withdrawal makes it impossible to control and exert even if it has power in the body. This change is extremely strange, just like an adult strong man who suddenly becomes a newly born child.

Yan Fusheng's mind returned, his closed eyes slowly opened, and he glanced at the countless monks around him indifferently. He couldn't see that these powerful people were already ready to take action at any time. They were not unable to do anything to take action.

He was not panicked about the changes in his body.

This is a disaster, condensing the seven souls. All of them need to face, but they are both strong and weak. Ordinary monks practice the soul and the golden elixir. They are not like ghost clans. They directly cultivate the soul, and they also condense the seven souls into the golden elixir. However, the disaster for monks is far easier and safer than the underworld monks who directly condense the soul pill.

The most fundamental disaster of this power disaster is the decline of power in one's body. The power will quickly deplete and decline, causing oneself to fall into an unprecedented weakness.

As soon as this kind of power and spirit appears, it is not surprising that even if it is immediately slumped on the ground.

However, Yan Fusheng could still stand on the blood platform, his backbone rose straight and unyielding. Even though the divine light in his eyes dissipated and his aura was weak, it still gave people an indescribable danger, as if a ferocious beast that was about to die was accumulating strength and emitting the last blow.

"The King of Hell is really passing the tribulation. And it is also passing the fourth catastrophe of the Soul Gathering Realm, the catastrophe of the Power. Once this catastrophe begins, its own strength will continue to dissipate until it completely disappears and is extremely weak. Even if it is powerful, it is worse than a three-year-old child at this moment."

"The most terrifying thing is that when one's own strength is weak and the magical power is difficult to display, the heaven will descend to heaven. Under the bombardment of the heavenly tribulation, if there is no sufficient preparation, the heavenly tribulation will be bombarded into ashes and completely gone."

"Every strong man who is about to overcome the power and soul tribulation is desperately prepared for the secret treasure of the tribulation. He or she is prepared for the tribulation formation, or find powerful magic weapons to resist the heavenly tribulation and protect himself. In this catastrophe, he is almost unable to resist the power of the heavenly tribulation, and the best way is to use external forces. The King of Hell really plans to overcome the tribulation in the Blood Moon Platform. He has not prepared the formation, so could he really want to die?"

"It's good to pass the tribulation. When the King of Hell is the weakest, he will take action secretly, which will be enough to knock him to ashes on the spot. This is the best chance to kill him."

While countless monks were shocked, their eyes lit up on the spot, and they looked at Yan Fusheng with a hot look. There was a strong murderous intent in their eyes without any concealment.

However, some are not as relaxed as they appear.

Zhu Yan stood on a blood moon platform, looked up at Yan Fusheng, and a trace of unspeakable solemnity appeared in his eyes, and murmured to himself: "The soul, what has just been conveyed is definitely the fluctuation of the soul. The pressure is so powerful that even I feel a kind of suffocation, a strong threat. What is he practicing? The technique of cultivating souls is far more precious than any technique. Even the ghost clan is practicing soul power. Although soul power is extremely related to the soul, it is formed by absorbing the mysterious yin energy between heaven and earth, which can nourish the soul, but cannot directly and quickly strengthen the soul. Then what kind of soul technique is he practicing?"

While doubting, a strong murderous intent surged into my chest with almost no reservation.

Being able to cultivate souls to such a state in a vast world like the Blood Moon Realm, even if placed on the Thirty-Three Heavens Continent, it is the top existence, and it is enough to make countless monks look up to.

If he really wants to ascend to the Thirty-Three Days Continent, he will not soar to the sky!!

"Genius? Peerless genius? Humph, without strong backing and foundation, no matter how evil a genius is, it will die. Usually, I, Zhu Yan, can only look up to those peerless geniuses and bow down humbly. Today, I will personally kill a peerless genius. So what about the genius? I still have to be controlled by my destiny."

The cold and cold light in Zhu Yan's eyes was flashing. An excitement that was about to kill the genius with his own hands kept rolling and boiling in his chest. The coldness in his eyes could almost make people turn into ice on the spot.

"I'm so brave to overcome the tribulation in front of me. I really think that the magical powers of my old demon, the old man in heaven, are not enough to be arranged. If you leave alive, my head can be taken off as a urinal."

The old demon of the Heavenly Curse, with a cold eyes full of gloomy eyes, was still standing on the first floor area. Since appearing, he did not move, but his eyes were always on Yan Fusheng and had never moved. Although he had no movement, almost no monks around dared to attack him. As if he was extremely afraid, he retreated wide distance.

Rumble!!

At this time, the catastrophe cloud rolled violently, and countless thunders became extremely violent and astonishingly nourished by the vast vitality. The thunders traveling through the catastrophe cloud collided fiercely one after another. It made a terrifying roar. The black and unspeakable aura filled every inch of the void.

Click!!

At this moment, the cloud of kalpa suddenly changed and turned into a golden color. All thunder turned into gold instantly. In the golden thunder, a strong and masculine energy was transmitted. A trace of golden light burst out from the cloud of kalpa. Wherever they went, all the yin and cold evil energy were cleaned up on the spot and turned into nothing.

It feels like getting a big wash!!

Click!!

With a crisp tearing sound, from the catastrophe clouds, a huge catastrophe thunder suddenly rushed down towards Yan Fusheng like lightning. The catastrophe power transmitted in the catastrophe thunder all appeared in the void. The vast pressure was enough to press countless creatures to kneel down on the ground.

"This is......... The thunder tribulation of evil-killing gods!! The legendary terrible heavenly tribulation that only appears when the extremely powerful aliens are born. It actually appears here. This is the nemesis of all aliens, the deadly heavenly tribulation. The fallen evil-killing gods can destroy all things and aliens that contain the power of evil."

"It's great. The King of Hell is from a ghost clan. This thunder tribulation of evil-killing god is his nemesis. It restrains his strength and physique. In addition, he is now suffering from the disaster of decay of strength and spirit. He cannot use any power in his body. He is unprecedentedly weak. Let's see how he resists this disaster."

"Okay! OK! OK! OK!! I want to watch the King of Hell turn into ashes in pain in the thunder of the evil-killing gods."

The golden catastrophe cloud was recognized directly. It was simply an extremely terrifying evil-killing divine thunder. Its power is even more domineering and terrifying than other catastrophe thunders.

There is even a thunder sound, and evil evil will die!!

As he spoke, the thick thunder fell fiercely towards Yan Fusheng.

Bang!!

With a terrifying roar, the evil-killing thunder directly hit the head fiercely. On the spot, I saw countless golden catastrophe lightnings covering the entire body like lightning, and the black hair on the head instantly stood up one by one. In almost the blink of an eye, it turned into catastrophe ashes and turned into nothingness under the catastrophe thunder. Moreover, the body jumped with the coverage of the lightning.

Every lightning is as sharp as a sword.

Even with the most mysterious Taoist scripture of the Reincarnation, the entire body was tempered into a powerful innate body of reincarnation. The membrane was extremely tough, and it was still torn out at a speed visible to the naked eye, with a hideous wound and cracks. It drilled into the body and destroyed the entire body frantically. It seemed that it was about to ignite the ghost body directly and burn it.

Strong pain instantly surged onto every inch of the body.

In the wound, charred appearance appears, and you can even smell the smell of meat.

"What a powerful evil-killing divine thunder, it actually has the terrifying power to break through my innate samsara body. This power is definitely dozens or hundreds of times stronger than the ordinary power of the Heavenly Tribulation. It seems that when I condense my natal talismans and embark on the real path of Tao, the heavenly tribulation I lead will become even more terrifying. If I change to other cultivators in the Cultivation Realm, I am afraid that the cultivators in the Cultivation Realm of Soul will be directly bombarded into powder. Unfortunately, my power has begun to dry up and decline, and I cannot defeat it."

Yan Fusheng felt the huge pain in his body, as if countless flames were burning. The most powerful and yang divine thunder were crazily destroying the flesh and blood all over his body. Fortunately, he was not an ordinary ghost body, but a body of innate reincarnation that truly returned to the innate body. There was no evil spirit at all, but it could accommodate any vital energy power in the world.

The destructive power of the divine thunder itself is far more terrifying than its special ability to kill evil.

However, the foundation of the body and Taoism of the innate samsara was laid, and the natal magical powers were derived from the body. At this moment, even if the power in the body was constantly depleted, and under the bombardment of the catastrophe thunder, the natal magical powers immediately activate themselves.

The reincarnation furnaces that exist in the flesh and blood are all running on their own, constantly sweeping the thunder that frantically rushes through the flesh and blood into the reincarnation furnace.

The supernatural power of the natal world - the operation of the furnace of all things.

A trace of thunder was forcibly tempered and refined, turning into a black immortal crystal silk, which was instantly imprinted in the flesh, membrane, and bones.
Chapter completed!