But that's why the breath of the Jiao Ling became even more unstable and became more rapid.

When the power of the fourth catastrophe completely dissipated, Jiao Ling gasped.

A condensation appeared in his eyes... He knew very well that he might not be able to overcome this divine disaster.

Just as he was thinking, the power of the fifth catastrophe had already roared.

Just like before, after shattering more water and wind barriers, the power of the fifth catastrophe was barely dissipated.

But…

This power of disaster is infinitely close to Jiao Ling.

The power of the fourth catastrophe before could even dissipate in the vast land above the Jiaoling.

And the power of the fifth catastrophe is already close to three thousand feet.

The fifth catastrophe dissipates, the sixth catastrophe begins to condense!

The surging power of disaster, with the momentum of killing everything, hit the Jiao Ling, and thundered!

boom!

The countless water and wind barriers were all dissipated under the power of the sixth catastrophe.

at last…

This sixth disaster land dissipated a thousand two hundred feet above the Jiaoling.

One thousand two hundred feet, this equal distance...

For monks, for the power of kalpa, it is just one breath.

Jiao Ling, look at this day.

In the eyes...

It has complex colors.

She knew very well that the power of the sixth tribulation had exhausted most of her cultivation.

In addition, the spiritual power in his body was chaotic because he had not laid a solid foundation and had not carefully adjusted the spiritual power in his body after reaching the peak of the Heavenly Lord.

Causes of this moment...

The spiritual power is in chaos in the body, and even if you draw it, you can't use three or five percent of the power.

Only two or three percent of the power of the entire cultivation level can be used.

If it is 100%, it is possible to successfully overcome the tribulation.

But 20% to 30%…

The opportunity is extremely slim.

Looking at the sky, the surging power of the seventh catastrophe.

Jiao Ling took a deep breath.

She knew that it was up to her to survive the tribulation.

If not, there will be only one ending.

To the ashes.

From the moment the divine disaster was triggered, Jiaoling had such enlightenment in his heart.

The sky, the catastrophe clouds are rolling in a turbulent manner.

In that catastrophe cloud, the power of catastrophe was flowing, gathered in the center of this catastrophe cloud.

From the middle of the disaster cloud, a crack appeared.

In the crack, there was an extremely powerful force.

That's, disaster.

The seventh calamity.

The sky is like bursting!

The power of the seventh catastrophe fell in an instant.

The blue light appeared in her eyes. There was endless water and wind power around her, turning into barriers.

Formed in that nine heavens!

The wind whistled past it.

Three thousand black hairs were flying freely, and the long skirt swayed. The appearance of the fairy was revealed with determination.

In the sky, the power of the seventh catastrophe was like a bamboo shoot.

The water and wind barrier gathered by the Jiao Ling was destroyed like a piece of paper under the power of the seventh calamity.

The power of the catastrophe quickly broke through a distance of ten thousand feet.

Ten thousand feet!

Seven thousand feet!

Five thousand feet!

Three thousand feet!

One thousand feet!

When it breaks through a thousand feet, the power of this catastrophe still has half of the catastrophe.

Jiao Ling, with a hint of determination in her eyes!

After breaking through a thousand feet, what Jiao Ling had to do was to use his body to resist the power of the seventh calamity.

although…

This is the worst way to do it.

Once the power of the seventh tribulation is subdued, even if she has withstood it... she will never be able to withstand the eighth tribulation again!

In my eyes...that disaster came invincible.
Chapter completed!