"Oh? What's wrong?" Master Guan Ce didn't understand his intention.

"Except for the first thunder, the remaining thunder did not hit him!" Mr. Zhu suddenly jumped out of the clam ship, his face becoming more and more serious:

"He seemed to have used some treasure to absorb all the catastrophe power! This treasure is extraordinary, and has alarmed all the three flower realms monks on Xiyue Star! There is a big battle to fight, be prepared!"

When Master Guan Ce heard this, he was immediately nervous. All the monks in the Three Flower Realm had already practiced their souls. He was not qualified to fight at all. He couldn't even withstand a move. He shook his body and wanted to escape.

As a result, Mr. Zhu glanced at him and said, "You can't escape! The Taiyan God's astrological technique has locked the Duanjin Valley. Before you can escape outside the valley, he will be trampled to death. If you want to survive, it's best to stay here!"

Master Guan Ce blurted out: "Taiyan God? Who is that?"

Mr. Zhu raised his hand and pointed at the sky.

A fireball suddenly jumped out of the giant shadow's eyebrows, flew to the sky spirit cover and did not move. The thunder at high altitude was still falling, but the lightning was swallowed by the fireball.

After swallowing several thunders in succession, the fireball also transformed into a bowl-shaped spiritual platform.

I don’t know what this spiritual platform is. A small storm condensed in Taichung, emitting extremely strong traction force to the outside. Not only did it nail the giant shadow firmly in its original place, but even the vortex of the catastrophe cloud at high altitude was locked and could no longer move.

"What's going on? Has the ancestor succeeded in advance?"

All the monks were shocked by this abnormal scene. Ding Xing's Dharma image did not move, and he didn't know what was wrong.

Just when everyone was puzzled, they saw a whirlpool of disaster clouds spanning hundreds of miles, rumbling and roaring.

Hug!
Chapter completed!