Since Su Yang successfully refined the innate thunder purgatory thunder in the innate thunder purgatory, he successfully stole a trace of catastrophe power in the Nascent Soul thunder tribulation. The thunder black hole evolved as a medium has become so powerful that even Su Yang is almost unable to control it.

Once the Thunder Black Hole was used, the monks of Wuwang Island immediately felt like they were constipated, and their whole face turned completely blue. Uncontrollable fear was written on their faces.

Especially the two Nascent Soul Cultivators, what they felt was three deeper than other ordinary monks and disciples on Wuwang Island.

It turned out to be the power of disaster

Any Nascent Soul cultivator who has survived the Nascent Soul thunder tribulation has a deep fear of the power of the catastrophe. When he senses the thunder black hole condensed by Su Yang, there is an extremely powerful heavenly thunder tribulation power, fear can no longer be restrained in his heart.

The Thunder Black Hole bombarded the eighth-grade formation in the face of so much fear.

In an instant, there was a shocking sound. With the sound of "cracking" that only when the building collapsed, an unusually obvious distorted shape appeared in the area bordering the formation and the thunder black hole, as if the space was ruthlessly collapsed.

Countless twisted cracks appeared clearly above the eighth-grade formation, and they looked like glass walls that could be shattered at any time, looking so fragile.

Many monks who maintained the formation began to vomit blood to the end, spreading rapidly like a plague. In the breath, groups of monks shouted to death. Under the cover of the entire formation, they were in chaos.

"Hold on, you must never let the formation break."

"Even if you work hard, you have to persevere. I have notified the island owner that he will come out of seclusion soon, and it will be the day when this son dies."

The two Nascent Soul monks shouted wildly, constantly urging, trying every means to stabilize the situation. They dared not imagine what the fate would be if this formation was broken and faced with the power of the catastrophe.

Therefore, the two Nascent Soul cultivators even took risks to maintain the operation of the formation, desperately inputting true energy, and each sacrificed the Nascent Soul, allowing the entire eighth-grade formation to barely operate.

The sound of rupture is even more dense, and the eighth-grade formation may break at any time. All monks from Wuwang Island are like helpless lambs waiting for death.

Fortunately, the eighth-grade formation is already a very top-notch formation in the ancient domain. Even if this formation is of a relatively low-level one, it is not something that Su Yang can easily break with a simple blow.

The thunder black hole began to gradually stop operating, and the turbulent thunder was becoming slower and slower. Finally, a "la" sound completely dissipated invisibly, officially ending its mission.

After the thunder black hole was raging, the entire array had become incomplete, and various cracks could be clearly seen, like a large glass bowl that was about to be smashed.

No matter what, the eighth-grade formation is indeed powerful and successfully persisted. The two Nascent Soul cultivators of Wuwang Island knew very well. They just needed to hold on for a while and wait for the late Nascent Soul Taoist to arrive, almost everything would be solved.

But before the breath was complete, Panasonic suddenly burst out loud, completely shattering the hope in everyone's hearts, bringing endless despair, and madness to breed and spread.

Palm thunder

A huge palm that was a hundred feet tall appeared again, and a ball of blood-like thunder in the palm of his palm was filled with thunder, which was harboring but not released, giving birth to a stunning power that could destroy the world, which made everyone feel desperate.

The formation is broken, everything is in an instant

First there is the thunder black hole, then the palm thunder, and two magical powers of Su Yang exploded one after another. Even the state of the innate true demon when he was just out of trouble, he probably couldn't bear it, let alone this ordinary eighth-grade formation.

Everything seems so let it go. The formation is shattered, countless pieces are flying all over the sky, losing energy, dissipating powerlessly, so helpless and powerless

"Haha, that's all, it's incomparable to the eighth-grade formation of my Wuji Demon Sect." Su Yang's faint evil laughter came into everyone's ears. It sounded so relaxed and freehand. He even used such two powerful magical powers in succession, and even did not change his breath at all, and he was still so calm.

Paleness and despair appeared on the faces of every monk from Wuwang Island, including the two Nascent Soul cultivators, clearly feeling that death was so close to them.

It's over

Just when this idea emerged in the minds of all the monks of Wuwang Island, they were greeted with thousands of thunders descending together, and the entire area turned into a sea of ​​thunder. The monks of Wuwang Island were qirized one after another, and were blown to the Tao and died by thousands of thunders.

The thunder displayed by Su Yang is not ordinary thunder, but innate thunder, and it contains a trace of law power.

In addition, after a little bit of change in the catastrophe power, the innate thunder that is extremely powerful will naturally go further, and it looks like a small Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation.

Yes, the two Nascent Soul Cultivators on Wuwang Island felt that they had experienced another tribulation. Although the tribulation thunder that fell like a tide was not as powerful as the real Nascent Soul Tribulation thunder.

More importantly, there are enough numbers. Even the top Hongmeng Yuanying Great Thunder Tribulation will only fall in ninety-nine or eighty-one thunders in turn. However, the thunder released by Su Yang is more than a hundred, thousands, and thousands of thunders, as if endless and will never disappear.

It was only two or three cups of tea that the monks on Wuwang Island were killed and injured. Only two Nascent Soul cultivators were still persevering, but they were already desperate and full of death.

Stop the family

This is an extermination without any suspense. Just like Su Yang, who was more conscientious about the Lingfu Sect when the Lingzhu Taoist was doing, was even more concise than him, and he also planned to leave no living.

Seeing that the last two Nascent Soul Cultivators were about to hold on, a roar of anger finally resounded through the clear sky, overshadowing the endless thunder. The Lord of Wuwang Island, Lingzhu Taoist, finally arrived late.

"Who dares to offend my Wuwang Island? I will let you break into pieces." The roar of Taoist Lingzhu completely shook the sky clouds, and the majestic momentum was like a tiger that had left the gate.

Hearing the roar of Taoist Lingzhu, the two Nascent Soul Cultivators who had been struggling to persevere could no longer suppress their surprise expressions. They looked at Su Yang with resentful eyes and said one after another: "You're done, the lord of my island is a Nascent Soul Cultivator who is not inferior to the three great monks of Nanxuan. You will definitely die."

"Is that true?" Su Yang's smile became even stronger. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed it. Thunder lightning turned into chains and fell down. After trapping the two Nascent Soul Cultivators, he continued to say: "Give you a chance to see how your big island master died."

How confident is this?

The two great Nascent Soul Cultivators of Wuwang Island suddenly felt uneasy in their hearts. When they recalled Su Yang's performance just now, even their main island master, Lingzhu Taoist, had never given it.

Could it be

The two Nascent Soul monks on Wuwang Island dared not think about it anymore, so they could only stare with wide eyes and pin their hopes on the Taoist Lingzhu. This may be their only way to live.

At this time, the Taoist Lingzhu, the master of Wuwang Island, finally arrived, suppressed the light of escape, looked around with a gloomy face, then looked up at Su Yang, and said coldly: "This friend, the vicious thoughts of my Wuwang Island, there are more than 3,000 people in my Wuwang Island, you don't even have a single living."

"You are so bloody that you are irritating." Su Yang smiled with an evil smile and pointed at the last two Nascent Soul Cultivators, and said with a smile: "Are you still two more? Are they not human in your eyes?"

After saying that, Su Yang did not wait for the Lingzhu Taoist to answer, and looked him up and down, and smiled and said, "So that's it. The so-called Lingzhu Taoist's word "王子" is the dwarf's dwarf."

The "Bold" Lingzhu Taoist was born with dwarfism and was short. He was often teased when he was in Dongjizhou, especially when he deliberately called his Lingzhu name Lingzhu, which was regarded as the greatest shame in his life.

Now Su Yang deliberately exposed his scars in person. How could the Taoist Lingzhu not be angry and roared, suddenly thirty-six blue spiritual beads were sacrificed, and then the sound of the sea was heard.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth became dark, and a flood that was enough to cover the sky. A huge wave dozens of feet high slapped at Su Yang.

"Breaking" Su Yang remained steady, with a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. He took out the Nine-Slay Battle Axe with his hand and fought a six-style Pojun slash. The huge waves and tsunami were divided into two on the spot and were easily cut open.

However, the despicableness of this spiritual pearl Taoist was far beyond expectations. He actually hid the thirty-six blue spiritual beads that had been sacrificed before in the tsunami. Taking advantage of Su Yang's axe to split the huge waves of the tsunami, the thirty-six blue spiritual beads suddenly rose up and beat Su Yang in turn.

Su Yang was also confused by success, but his reaction was not slow at all. The Nine-Slay Battle Axe was blasted out one after another, and thirty-six blue spirit beads were split one after another, none of them fell into nothing.

However, the Taoist Lingzhu, who failed to attack, suddenly showed a hideous smile at this moment, as if the plan was successful.

Um?

Su Yang's expression was a little surprised. He felt that the Nine-kill Battle Axe in his hand had sunk, and it was thirty-six times heavier. It was heavy in his hand, and it was far less flexible than what he had used before.

"Thief, it feels bad to be hit by my thirty-six heavy water beads, right?" Taoist Lingzhu looked even more ferocious, and he sacrificed thirty-six heavy water beads again and hit Su Yang in turn.

There was another jingling sound of collision. Every time the Nine-Slaughter Battle Axe in Su Yang's hand collided with the heavy water droplets, it would become twice as heavy. In a short time, the Nine-Slaughter Battle Axe was already ten thousand pounds of weight, and it was already a bit difficult to carry it in his hand.

"Interesting" Although he was at a disadvantage, Su Yang still didn't panic. He put away the Nine-Slaying Battle Axe and directly sealed his most varied and powerful six styles of fighting.

But even so, it failed to change the situation.

Thirty-six heavy water beads can not only make the Nine-Slaughter Battle Axe heavy, but also the human body will be suppressed. Every time Su Yang collides with the Thirty-six heavy water beads, the body will be heavier. In a short period of time, the whole person feels like carrying a mountain on his back, and his body is so heavy that it feels very uncomfortable.

As time goes by, Su Yang's movements are getting slower and slower, and the thirty-six heavy water droplets are getting faster and faster. As one rises and the other grows, it seems to be in a vicious cycle.

"Zhong" When Su Yang slowed down countless times, the Taoist Lingzhu finally seized an opportunity and shouted loudly, and thirty-six heavy water beads bombarded Su Yang's chest one by one.
Chapter completed!