One hand.

A jade-white hand with rain flowing on the surface has slowly lifted up.

Just like the dragon raised its head on February 2nd.

The hand extended two sharp fingers and gently inserted them into the dim rain curtain. The rain waterfall filled with space was penetrated by these two god-like fingers. Immediately afterwards, these two jade-white shiny fingers had already landed on Song Daoming's chest.

Song Daoming looked in surprise as his chest was inserted by the two fingers, like a fork inserted into the pine mud. The dry flesh on his chest fell into a pit. Then, Song Daoming suddenly opened his mouth and a mouthful of blood surged out. It sprayed on the back of the hand that Jin Heng slapped into his chest. The silver beard was stained with blood and turned into a visible color.

In desperation, Song Daoming still kept his mind high and his left leg was lifted up heavily. His heels were facing Jin Hengyang's middle abdomen.

Jin Hengqiu stood on the ground with his left foot and drew a semicircle on the ground. His right finger quickly pulled out from Song Daoming's chest. The whole body turned 90 degrees. Although Song Daoming's left leg hit his body, he only hit his side abdomen. The ideal effect was greatly reduced.

That's right. Jin Hengyang's face was also pale. Obviously, Song Daoming's skills were very deep in the face of danger. It was very difficult for people to bear it.

But he still stood.

Song Daoming, while covered his chest, with blood on his beard, staggered, old and slowly retreated.

Suddenly, Jin Heng kicked in the air and held it heavily in Song Daoming's chest. Song Daoming's figure suddenly flew backwards and landed on the square stone slab on the high platform. His old body hit the ground hard.

There was a crisp sound of touching. The Eight Palace Gua spread out with eighteen copper coins scattered on the ground.

Jin Hengqin slowly stepped forward, raised his right foot, and gently stepped on the sole of the leather shoe. With a creaking sound, Qianlong Tongbao was scattered all over the ground.

"Give up your life and you can leave." Jin Hengqiu pulled the wire of the meteorological balloon again, looking coldly at Song Daoming who fell to the ground with a dejected look. He gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left hand.

"Oh. Time is unforgivable..."

Song Daoming looked at Jin Hengqin with a dim expression. He let out a light voice. He closed his eyes and shook his head slowly, but he didn't say anything.

Win or lose. Obviously it has been decided.

Jin Hengqiu did not look at Song Daoming more. He took two steps back. At this moment, the clouds in the sky seemed to have been called to the point of rushing towards the sky above Jin Hengqiu's head.

Even the metal line of the weather balloon that Jin Hengyang held in his hand began to tremble violently, as if it was being pulled by some invisible force.

It seemed like a huge fish on the other end of the sky had already taken the bait.

Jin Hengqie took a few steps back again and retreated to the center of the platform. He slowly raised his head and the raindrops hit his face. His eyes narrowed slightly and murmured:

"Are you here?"

Then, he closed his eyes.

The right hand that pulls the balloon's metal thread is also tighter.

Then, at the next moment, the whole sky was bright. The black clouds were instantly torn apart by thousands of white forest-like lightning. I also saw that a purple lightning suddenly fell in the clouds.

The purple lightning, like a sharp sword, landed on Jin Hengqin's magnificent body, instantly flooding him.

"No." I covered my ears and roared in surprise. But it was obvious that it was too late.

In the brilliant purple lightning, tens of thousands of degrees Celsius lightning, Jin Hengyang's body instantly vaporized and evaporated, dissipating invisible.

Where Jin Hengyang was standing, there was only a pile of charred charcoal ash and a pit with a diameter of more than one meter.

Silky blue smoke floated in the center of the pit.

There is nothing else other than that.

Jin Hengyang...is he dead?

Obviously, my idea is too optimistic.

Because at the next moment, the slight blue smoke that was spiraling in the pit seemed to be subjected to an invisible attraction. It actually began to rotate around the center bottom of the pit again, like a small blue whirlwind.

The pile of black gray soil in the middle of the pit was also floating up quickly and quickly gathering in the air. At first, it was just a ball of black blurred floating objects that could not be seen clearly. But at the next moment, it had a standard human-shaped outline. And at the next moment, it had clear facial features. Even the color of the surface of the human-shaped floating objects began to turn from black to white. Finally, my breathing finally stopped.

That man is resurrected.

Jin Hengqiu stood there quietly. Although he had not fully recovered, his humanoid body began to move. He walked to a metal box on the edge of the platform, bent over and opened it, took out a purple robe, draped it on his body, tied it around his waist, and then slowly turned around.

When he turned around, his hair had returned to his sharp and clear eyes before being flooded by lightning. It shone brightly and looked straight at me under the platform like a laser cutting knife.

Jin Hengqi slowly walked to the center of the platform. He raised his head, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and felt the new force in his body. The clouds in the sky had begun to dissipate gradually. Obviously, it was no longer possible to have a new large-scale lightning.

The man. He stood there quietly. He didn't look at anyone.

His eyes flew across the mountains and rivers, across the vast plains, and even across the vast sea, and visited the end of the universe.

"It actually... succeeded." I murmured weakly. I wanted to raise my hand, but I found that my hands were trembling constantly.

Jin Hengyang. Successfully overcome the tribulation.

The seventh catastrophe is controllable by tens of millions of people.

This extremely powerful man finally came to the altar on this rainy day.

This man finally stood at the top of the world.

It's reached a height that no one can reach.

The rain in the sky began to stop gradually.

Jin Hengyang's vision also fell from the sky back to the world.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes slowly turned. When my eyes met him, I felt my heart suddenly shrinking as if I didn't listen to my orders.

This is fear from instinct.

It cannot be stopped by strong willpower.

After examining me for a while, Jin Hengqiu finally spoke slowly:

"Kneel down."

Jin Hengqin stood with his hands behind his back. He was majestic and authentic.

It was obvious that he didn't make a loud noise. But his deep voice seemed to be conveying to the mountains. His voice echoed throughout the world.

Song Daoming was getting up crookedly. When Jin Hengqiong said those two words, Song Daoming's body suddenly stiffened. Then I was surprised to see that Song Daoming's knees were also uncontrollably bent and knelt heavily on the ground.

Song Daoming knelt down.

He knelt in front of the man.

I looked at this scene in disbelief. The occurrence of this scene can only explain one answer: Jin Hengyang's realm is already above Song Daoming.
Chapter completed!