But Wu Gufan was still a little solemn at first, but when he heard this, he couldn't help laughing wildly again, "Do you think I am a fool? What kind of innate magical power can it keep pace with the supreme law of heaven? Any monk

Can your innate magical power still affect the supreme laws of heaven?"

Listening to his wild laughter, Wan Yehe looked at him as if he were a pitiful creature.

At this time, he was concerned about whether anyone in the world of cultivation would dare to offend him easily in the future, so he acted extremely seriously.

Moreover, he was sure that there would really be a major catastrophe in the future, so his confidence at this time was from the inside out, and he really couldn't fake it.

His look made Wu Gufan gradually lose his smile.

At this time, the silver calamity clouds in the sky slowly dimmed.

The lightning in the silver thunder pool also began to slowly dissipate.

The thick clouds of calamity immediately became thinner.

"I believe in your legs!"

Wu Gufan was already a little nervous, but when he saw that the clouds of calamity began to dissipate, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and grinned.

At this time, the Nascent Soul in his body had gradually taken shape.

The unique aura of the Nascent Soul cultivator is leaking out from his body.

"Is it wrong? Although the elder brother can determine the seven previous heavenly tribulations, he cannot have one more heavenly tribulation?"

At this time, Wan Yehe became nervous.

Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The silver calamity cloud completely melted away.

"That is?"

Suddenly, everyone's pupils shrank sharply.

The calamity cloud in the sky seemed to have completely dissipated, but one was left behind.

This calamity cloud is extremely unique, it looks like a crescent moon.

It is a cloud, but inside the cloud, there is a thunder gang like solidification.

There is only one Lei Gang, suspended in the calamity cloud as still as a tree root.
Chapter completed!