The corpses of the demon clan fell like rain, and corpses were everywhere on the long 100,000 mountains.

The nine-headed thunder dragon gradually became sluggish under the accumulation of millions of corpses, and the huge 100,000 mountain also became looming. Just like the previous conversation between Bai Ning and Mr. Wei, the 100,000 mountain seemed to not appear for too long.

Xu Han watched nervously at the tragic battle situation.

He couldn't help at all. Under this powerful pressure, his body could not even use half of his internal strength. He didn't know how this ordinary demon clan did this. He looked at the old man not far away, and Mr. Wei's brows frowned. Xu Han could see his unbearableness and his heart was hurt, but Xu Han could do nothing.

One hundred thousand mountains began to shrink.

He seemed to be about to change back to his original appearance and escape into the wooden box. At this time, the first thunder dragon finally turned into nothingness under the human sea tactics of the demon clan, and the demon clan also paid a heavy price for it. However, they had no time to give up the tribe's people and had to pounce on another battlefield again.

This is a very tragic scene.

Xu Han could not empathize with these demons, but he sincerely respected their logic of repaying gratitude with death. It is simple, clear, natural, but also exciting.

It was like Lin Shou that year, with the idea of ​​a hundred thousand guards, shooting through the beautiful dream of the immortal emperor to unify the world. Even immortals sometimes, in the face of their huge will, in front of their united destiny, were far less invincible than expected.

After paying millions of lives and the lives of the four demon kings, the battle of fighting with life finally came to an end.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains retracted into the wooden box again, and these demons were also pulled into it at that time. Fortunately, at the last moment, Bai Ning bit off the body of the last thunder dragon with the price of breaking three tails.

One hundred thousand mountains, millions of demons and the nine-headed thunder dragons all disappeared completely in this moment.

There are still thunder and lightning in the world, but compared with the tragic situation before, the surging thunder at this moment seems insignificant.

The immortals were shocked by the power of the people in the sky and did not dare to spy on it. The other ordinary monks were also blocked by the towering mountains. They could not imagine that in this scene that covered the sky and the sun, millions of demons left and turned into corpses.

Above the dome, the man in golden armor looked ashen.

After a brief loss of consciousness, Xu Han recovered from his energy. He turned to look at the old man beside him, and joy finally appeared on his face.

After the tenth heavenly tribulation, Mr. Wei's thousand-year catastrophe was completed. Does this mean that the old man can finally get what he wants and prove the great way with his own strength, without giving the immortal hair, he can reach the real immortal realm by himself?

With this idea in mind, Xu Han looked at the old man, but his heart suddenly sank.

Because, he saw the old man's still frowning.

Xu Han didn't understand where the solemn expression on the old man's face originated because of the sacrifice of millions of demons or because

With such doubts, Xu Han was about to ask a question.

Boom!

Another loud bang came.

Xu Han's face changed. He looked up and saw that the disaster clouds in the sky had not dissipated at all. The man in golden armor even smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Wei Changming, do you think this is over?"

He stared at the old man tightly and asked like this, while the huge thunder dragons behind him once again showed a ferocious look from the catastrophe clouds.

The eleventh thunder is coming!

"Why" Seeing this scene, Xu Han couldn't help but exclaim.

He has read records of heavenly tribulation in some books. The ordinary thunder tribulation is the ultimate nine, but this thousand-year-old catastrophe has broken the ultimate nine numbers, with ten paths, and its power is just needless to say.

But why is there an eleventh way even after the tenth heavenly tribulation?

Xu Han understood why the solemn expression on Mr. Wei's face rose. The old man seemed to have expected this change, but Xu Han felt a sense of despair in his heart.

Even if the lives of millions of demons cannot be exchanged for the old man's path to heaven.

There is no hope for the way of heaven, and there is no hope for all living beings.

Xu Han suddenly remembered what Zhong Changhen said to him a long time ago, and it was so sad that he had just tasted it.

"Oh," Mr. Wei sighed at that time.

He raised his head with some difficulty. Something seemed to be surging in his turbid eyes. Even when facing the end of his life, the old man who could be calm and calmly treated, after watching the demons kill him, he could no longer suppress the things that were surging in his heart.

"This is what you call the rule," the old man asked in a deep voice.

"I'm the rule." The man standing on the dome responded coldly.

"This rule is wrong." The old man said.

"So what?" The man seemed to enjoy the feeling of being condescending and winning. He squinted his eyes and stared at the old man, his eyebrows full of mockery.

"The rules you set yourself, the rules you break. From this moment on, there are no rules in this world. Unexpectedly, you are afraid of me, and you are already afraid to this level." The old man said calmly.

Hearing this, the man's face darkened, as if he had been hit by the old man.

The old man was right. In order to kill him, they did break the rules and summoned the eleventh heavenly tribulation that never existed. From then on, the rules of this world will begin to collapse, which will inevitably leave hidden dangers. However, judging from the lack of time left in this world, this change will not have much impact on their plans.

"Wei Changming, your time is here." Thinking of this, the man's brows sank again, and ten thunder dragons suddenly surged out of the calamity cloud and killed the old man straight.

The shocking momentum spread again, and the majestic murderous intent was covered by the clouds.

The sky is dark and the sun and the moon are gone.

But at this critical moment of life and death, the old man withdrew his gaze that fell on the thunder dragons, turned to look at Xu Han, he laughed, and said softly with a kind expression: "I have paved the road for you."

"However you go, it doesn't matter how far you go."

"But remember, don't get lost."

After hearing the old man's words, Xu Han was about to respond, but at that time, the ten whistling thunder dragons were already in their bodies, and they hit Mr. Wei hard.

The dazzling lightning flashed away, and the old man's figure was drowned in this dazzling lightning at that time.

Xu Han stretched out his hand and wanted to grab something, but he grabbed it in vain.

He looked at the thunder shadows in the sky in a muffled manner, and something seemed to be broken in his heart.

The darkness filled his eyes again, and at the same time, an extremely clear sound of sword sounded at that moment. He suppressed the thunder all over the sky and suppressed the noise in the world.

Something seemed to be lit up on the dome.

It is like the storm of the sun, breaking through the dark clouds and reaching here.
Chapter completed!