Five minutes!

The interval between each lightning is five minutes.

This also means that Han Sanqian only has five minutes to get out of here.

Otherwise, the next shocking lightning will strike, and Han Sanqian will face the pain of being plucked again. At that time, Han Sanqian will probably lose this little impossible opportunity in front of him.

Should I seize this impossible opportunity and create an opportunity, or close my eyes obediently, and at least be comfortable for five minutes and then wait for death?

Two choices are placed in front of Han Sanqian.

But obviously, Han Sanqian's choice will always be against the current.

In five minutes, it is obvious that it is far more difficult for ordinary people to climb to the posture of breaking away from the state where the body cannot control itself.

But for Han Sanqian, the difficulty of reaching the sky is not a complete severance of hope.

Besides, he had no choice.

"Chaos Qi!"

Everything now, whether it is physical or consciousness, seems to be in the state of collective strike, so the only hope is the chaotic energy in Han Sanqian's body.

But the problem is that even if the car is started, it is necessary to light a fire first. If the firecrackers explode, it is necessary to lead wires to do so.

Everything about Han Sanqian has basically stopped. Personally, it is very difficult for him to even touch his eyes, let alone luck.

what to do?

What should I do?

Han Sanqian's mind was running rapidly, trying hard to think of various methods.

But when he remembered each method, he was quickly rejected by Han Sanqian.

All methods must first follow one principle, that is, Han Sanqian must first be able to control his body and activate the chaotic energy in his body.

But, this is impossible.

"Oops."

Han Sanqian suddenly heard the sound of thunder rolling in the clouds, and his heart suddenly sank.

Five minutes, almost extremely fast!

It disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the next wave of thunder was about to come again, but unfortunately, dozens of ideas broke out in Han Sanqian's mind, but none of them had any feasibility.

"The Demon Dragon Soul, it seems that I am sorry for your sacrifice this time." Han Sanqian was extremely depressed.

Although my eyes couldn't move, because of the posture of my face pressing on the ground, the afterglow could be seen. In the sky, there was a brutal lightning, which could even illuminate half of the night sky.

With such power, not to mention Han Sanqian now, even Han Sanqian at his heyday would have to drink enough.

"Damn it, can I die on this thunder and lightning one day when I am robbing my thunder and lightning?"

Han Sanqian was very depressed!

"Damn it, a group of monks can actually summon such powerful lightning!"

Speaking of which, Han Sanqian also found it incredible. It would be fine if these lightnings are strong, but the most important thing is that they can extract human souls!

But suddenly, just as Han Sanqian was very depressed and sighed at the power of lightning, his unmovable eyes suddenly had a bright look!

Thunder and lightning!

Thunder and lightning!

Yes, it's just lightning.

No matter how strong he is, he will always be thunder and lightning, right?!

At this moment, a picture of the Eight Trigrams suddenly flashed out of Han Sanqian's mind, the so-called Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui! Thunder is Zhen, electricity is fire!

"Fuck, you want to mess with me, I want to mess with you." Thinking of this, Han Sanqian tried his best to mock himself.

"I will not perish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Sanqian remained motionless in the face of the shocking lightning that drew the sky.

"Han Sanqian, you move." The Demon Dragon Soul, who had just started to feel pain, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when he saw this.

But Han Sanqian seemed to have not heard it, and his eyes could not move, so he kept looking at the shocked lightning in the sky with his light!

It's getting closer, getting closer.

"Han Sanqian!"

The demon dragon shouted angrily!

boom!

Direct lightning!

Thunder and three thousand!

"It's now!"

Zhili gritted his teeth suddenly, almost the moment when he shot Han Sanqian in shock.

"Don't you!"

Bang!

The shocking lightning was thunderous, and the rain and water were rugged everywhere, and the moist soil on the ground flashed black under the lightning.

The valley is even more illuminated by the electric explosion!

boom!

Suddenly, an extremely huge figure flew out from the valley!

But what is different from last time is that this time there is a dragon shadow above the head of the huge figure!

"Ha, the dragon and the shadows, that boy Han Sanqian is really finished. All the souls in his body seem to have been squeezed out this time, and they will be completely refined in a short while."

"Haha, it seems that we have to finish work early than the two days that Master said just now."

The monks were so happy that they didn't know why.

Only Ming Yu, the more smooth she became, the more frowning she became. Judging from Han Sanqian's ability, his soul should be very strong. Even if he did not resist the refining process, the time would definitely take a very long time.

But, how long has it been? Han Sanqian seemed to be unable to collapse!

Maybe others will take it as a matter of heart, but Ming Yu also knows Han Sanqian very well...

Suddenly, her eyes shrank, and there was an extremely strange shadow above the dragon shadow!

"What is that?"
Chapter completed!