Chapter 802: Resisting Thunder(2/3)
In the air, the purple thunder that was originally indistinguishable from the other side was suddenly attracted by the white sturgeon and possessed in an instant, with purple electric arcs spreading across the bronze fish body.
The fish body broke inch by inch, and then it began to heal under the Kuixing Talisman and purple lightning...
The white sturgeon's body is undergoing some strange changes.
No matter what, the seventh thunder was resolved.
Everyone was stunned and looked at Ouyang Rong without waiting for them to breathe a sigh of relief.
The eighth thunder fell.
It's a bloody debt thunder.
He specifically targeted the killing of innocent people, but I don’t know which dirty thing in the main cave was attracted, but everyone in the cave suffered a lot of trouble.
The blood-screwed debt thunder first struck the [Machinery] in the sky, and was also absorbed by the [Machinery].
The remaining thunder overflowed and fell into the main grotto.
This time, it randomly landed next to the high platform. When others looked over, there was a circle of female officials on the periphery, and the soldiers were gone.
All of them are turned into powder.
The body and soul are destroyed without leaving any trace.
It even made people who looked over gradually doubt whether there were any female officials and soldiers standing there before.
A gloomy and terrifying feeling surged into everyone's hearts.
Madam Song was already dying. She saw the previous few thunders blocked, and her face was pale with unwillingness, but when she saw Ouyang Rong responded in a mess, she smiled grimly, and her face was flushed with abnormal flush:
"Johho, you all have to die..."
But before she finished speaking, Ouyang Rong's figure appeared in front of Madam Song.
"What should I do!"
The young man in Confucian shirt had a cold eyes. He first took off her right arm with the Taoist pattern carved by the lamp holder and threw it aside, as if he was retaining something. Madam Song squirted out with her mouthful of blood.
However, this was not what scared her the most. Immediately, Ouyang Rong made a phantom gesture and pointed it on her right shoulder.
The blood stopped, but the Taoist patterns carved all over Madam Song began to wriggle strangely.
The old woman with no human beings or ghosts has changed her face greatly:
"You, you want to..."
Before her horror voice fell, Guixu Yin opened again.
Ouyang Rong grabbed the broken old woman with white eyes and threw it into the air like garbage.
The bloody thunder seemed to be attracted by metal sucking stone, and the electric snakes in the sky were sucked into the body of the old woman in mid-air.
The blood thunder thunder slammed, and Madam Song looked in pain.
All the remaining thunders of the eighth heavenly thunder entered Guixu.
After a while, a charred hunchbacked body fell from the sky and fell to the ground.
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It is broken into powder and no residue remains.
The eighth thunder has passed!
At this moment, the ninth heavenly thunder appeared in the thunder clouds.
It's golden.
Golden thunder of merit.
Those who specialize in striking karma.
It easily bypassed [Machinery] and came to the ground.
This time, it was no longer random, but turned into a golden grid in the air above everyone's heads and laid down.
Everyone was shocked and pushed like birds and beasts.
Ouyang Rong suddenly raised the eighteen seeds, and the Kuixing Talisman emerged and fell on everyone in an instant.
Golden blossoms.
At the same time, golden thunder fell and scattered all over the grottoes.
Looking down at the terrifying golden thunder passing by, everyone was surprised. Even the Fang sisters sobbed up. The snow-capped candle that had been hostile. Wu Daozi and others also looked complicated when they were shocked.
But the good times didn't last long. After three breaths, the golden light began to fade.
The Kuixing Talisman is about to be exhausted.
But the golden thunder continued to rage, without a catharsis, it did not decay, and it was even about to attach to the grottoes.
However, the golden light that protected everyone was about to retreat and was about to catch thunder with her body.
They couldn't help but look at Ouyang Lianghan neatly.
But he saw bleeding from the corners of his lips and was also looking around Jin Lei.
Obviously, the young man in Confucian clothes, alone, had used up all his skills.
Everyone's hearts skipped a beat, and gradually their faces showed despair, and some people were trembling and closed their eyes.
"Ouyang Lianghan..."
As the golden light of the body protection was about to be exhausted, everything seemed to be silent in the world. Ouyang Rong, who was thinking quickly, vaguely heard a woman crying and shouting at him. He didn't have time to think about who was crying.
One cauldron sword can block one. Can you have nine cauldron swords that can resist?
The old musician's voice suddenly flashed through Ouyang Rong's mind.
The young man in Confucian clothes suddenly raised his head and threw something out of his sleeve.
This object flew into the air.
Everyone vaguely saw that this object was round and rolling like a bead, crystal clear, emitting some dim light, like a glass bead.
Everyone was puzzled by the young man in Confucian shirts' actions to throw glass beads.
At the same time, the golden light completely disappeared.
The golden thunder that was about to fall into everyone's body teleported onto the "glass beads" in an instant.
It is like a pool full of clear water flowing into the only drainage outlet at the bottom of the pool.
The night pearl, which was covered in dust for a long time in Ouyang Rong, endured all the golden thunder that was leaked from [Craftsmanship].
In the wildest golden thunder, it is like a [craftsman] and will never break for a long time.
Everyone was stunned.
An old musician was also stunned.
Is there anything that can match the hardness of a tripod sword? It is obvious that it is not even a fake tripod sword, what is this little thing like a marble...
Without waiting for everyone to react, the Nine-level Heavenly Thunder seemed to end, and the thunder clouds gradually dissipated.
Ouyang Rong held Ye Mingzhu with one hand, kept his eyes closed, his sleeves floating, slowly landing on the ground, surrounded by a three-foot thunder pool.
An arc fell from a high altitude.
[Masterpiece] Hanging above Ouyang Rong's head, there are also electric arcs everywhere.
This [arc] that resisted the Nine-level Heavenly Thunder, the Ding Fire was temporarily extinguished, and there were nine colors of electric arcs wrapped around it, forming a series of wild and ancient primitive thunder patterns.
Thunder spirits gossiping, wrapping the tripod sword.
It seems to be inconvenient.
At this time, the white sturgeon suddenly flicked its tail, floated up in the air, and rotated around Ouyang Rong.
Its eyes were lively, and a purple arc appeared in its eyes.
With the help of Ouyang Rong, this white sturgeon has experienced thunder disasters, and by chance, some special changes have occurred, as if they have gained wisdom.
Rebirth.
Moreover, the thunder pool that is obviously deterrifying is able to approach it. After being tempered by the sky thunder, it is not afraid of thunder and lightning, and it is free to travel in the thunder pool around the young man in Confucian shirt.
This scene is a bit miraculous.
The atmosphere in the whole audience was silent.
Ouyang Rong's series of measures to carry the sky thunder were shocked, and Yuan Huaimin, Fang's sisters and others were stunned.
Wu Daozi, Xue Zhongzhu's face showed a look of surprise.
Is there anyone who can stand up to the Nine-Level Thunder without dying?
Everyone's eyes were complicated. After thinking for a long time, Wu Daozi suddenly realized something, and his body flew up three feet above the ground.
He looked down at Yukong's body, as if he had thought of something.
Rong Zhen, Yi Qianqiu and others also reacted and immediately took a step forward and stood in front of Ouyang Rong.
To be continued...