"Thirty-thirty-six hours?"

brush!

Chen Changsheng's eyes twitched.

The soul-absorbed thunderstorm in the furnace of the heaven and earth fell on the Sheji Cauldron, and a crisp sound made of tinkling and tinkling sounds. In less than a cup of tea, the Sheji Cauldron, which had already cracked and cracked, had become riddled with holes.

The overwhelming breath of destruction made people breathless.

Woo woo woo woo

The strong wind blew, and the thunderstorm became increasingly dense. Each drop seemed to have a force of millions of pounds. Not only Chen Changsheng's country tripod, but also the magic weapon above the head of the girl of the Wa tribe, the surrounding mountains and ground became bumpy.

"You'd better last thirty-six hours, don't expect me to help you." The girl of the Wa tribe glanced at Chen Changsheng and said coldly.

"Help me?" Chen Changsheng rolled his eyes and said unhappy, "If you don't stab me in the back, I'm already grateful. Humph! I haven't taken this young master seriously yet?"

"Is that true?" The girl of the Wa tribe glanced at it with a smile. With her eyesight, she could naturally see that the Siji Cauldron, which had been riddled with holes, could last for only half an hour, and would completely turn into hypocrisy, and his ancient calligraphy body would be destroyed.

Inside the Cauldron.

The dragon vein on the earth was exposed, and its pair of lantern-like eyes looked at Chen Changsheng pitifully, clicked his mouth and said, "Boy, if you don't think of a solution, this dragon and your broken tripod will disappear."

Thunder is the nemesis of all the ghosts, ghosts and soul bodies. Although the earth and dragon veins have opened up spiritual intelligence, in the final analysis, its root is the soul body, condensed by the spiritual energy of the mountains, rivers and earth veins.

Compared with Chen Changsheng's turtle soul, it is even more afraid of these soul-abdicating thunderstorms.

Any drop can greatly damage its vitality.

"I know." Chen Changsheng nodded, looking at the demon clouds and thunderstorms all over the sky, the light flashed for a moment, and murmured: "Such pure thunder rain is not common even in the fairy world of the heavens! Is there a thunder pool in this heavenly furnace?"

For those who practice thunder magic, the Thunder Pool can be said to be a treasure that has surpassed the ancestral weapon and the eighteenth grade divine pill.

In the Immortal Realm of Heaven, even a thunder pool with only two or three square meters will be stolen by countless sects and ancient tribes. Even their Yanshan Mansion had several powerful people from the Emperor Realm for a thunder pool of more than ten square meters.

"Sheji Cauldron, it won't last long." Chen Changsheng's eyes were like torches, and he activated the three thousand thunder tribulations. With a buzzing sound, he saw that the womb of the holes of the Soji Cauldron instantly transformed back into the shape of the ancient calligraphy body, and the pages of the book that condensed countless thunder will.

There was a crackling sound.

If ordinary thunder falls on the ancient calligraphy body, it will be absorbed and refined in an instant. These soul-absorbed thunderstorms are hundreds of times stronger than ordinary thunders.

When it fell on the pages, the ancient calligraphy body suddenly broke several holes, making it even more terrible.

Chen Changsheng did not dare to hesitate and quickly moved the three thousand thunder tribulations to the extreme. Countless soul-absorbed thunderstorms fell on the fetus of ancient calligraphy, and he forced them to come over and refined them into his body.

He knew very well that without the protection of the ancient calligraphy body, his holy body alone would be in this overwhelming thunderstorm of souls, not to mention thirty-six hours, not to mention three hours, and his whole body would become like the Siji Cauldron, and turn into a pile of rotten flesh with holes.

"He is using the Soul Annihilation Thunderstorm to practice the three thousand thunder tribulations of the Ancient Thunder Hall?" The ancient soul of the Nuwa clan widened its inexperienced eyes and stared at Chen Changsheng's actions in amazement.

The girl from Wa tribe next to her was also stunned.

There are also thunder magic in the Saint Palace, which she had learned at the beginning, so no one knows better than her how terrifying the power of the soul-absorbing thunderstorm in the furnace of the heaven and earth is.

The "Idiot" girl of the Wa tribe gritted her teeth and looked at Chen Changsheng in distress. In this furnace of heaven and earth, she didn't want Chen Chang to live or die, otherwise she would be left alone.

In her opinion, the power of the Soul Annihilation Thunderstorm is too terrifying. Not to mention that Chen Changsheng is only at the Holy Body Realm's cultivation level, even the fourth and fifth levels of the Emperor Realm have condensed the Taoist fetus of thunder, the tendons and veins of the body, and the soul sea may not be able to withstand the power of these Soul Annihilation Thunderstorms.

Pa, pa, pa

Countless soul-absorbed thunderstorms turned into thunder through the ancient calligraphy body, and even though he had used the three thousand thunder tribulations, the power of these thunderstorms was still too terrifying for him.

Almost just blinking, I saw that Chen Changsheng's holy body had become charred.

His face was also filled with pain.

Although the ancient calligraphy fetus and the three thousand thunder tribulations are constantly devouring the power of thunder, for the extremely rich soul annihilation thunderstorm, the degree of their devouring can only be regarded as a drop in the bucket.

The powerful thunder instantly thunder broke his tendons and veins.

After the flesh and blood on the body of the holy body turned black, it fell off, revealing the strong white bones inside.

"Is the heart of Tao like a rock?" The girl of the Wa tribe flickered and looked at Chen Changsheng with a complicated expression. She knew very well that these soul-absorbed thunderstorms hit people, and the pain was absolutely no less than cramping and skinning, crushing the soul, but Chen Changsheng forced himself to endure it without saying a word.

"Remember, I don't want to save you, I just don't want you to die. Leaving me alone here makes it difficult to find a way out." The girl of the Wa tribe gritted her teeth and gently spread her bare hands.

I heard a crisp sound, and I saw a thunder python ascension talisman condensed behind her. With a flash of light, I flew towards Chen Changsheng's ancient calligraphy fetus.

In an instant, most of the soul-abdicating thunderstorm was swallowed by it. Chen Changsheng, whose pressure was greatly reduced, his painful expression on his face also slowed down a little, and his voice was hoarse, saying: "Thank you."

"Shut up and calm your mind." The girl of the Wa tribe looked cold and said, "In two hours, if you cannot improve the realm of the three thousand thunder tribulations, or repair the ancient book of the Three Emperors, let alone the next level of vision, you can't resist this soul-absorbing thunderstorm."

After hearing what the girl of Wa clan said, Chen Changsheng nodded and quickly calmed down.

No more words.

With Chen Changsheng, the thunderstorm around him became safer by restraining these soul annihilation thunderstorms. The figures of the turtle soul and the earth dragon veins also appeared. Seeing Chen Changsheng's miserable situation at this moment, his face also showed a look of worry.

"Two hours?" The girl of the Wa tribe looked at Chen Changsheng with a complicated expression, shook her head secretly, and murmured: "Do your best to do your best and let your fate be!" As the thirty-third heaven and the former master, she naturally knew how difficult it would be to practice this magical power of the Ancient Thunder Palace.

A warrior with average qualifications, let alone two hours.

Even if it is thirty years or three hundred years, it may not be possible to cultivate three thousand thunder tribulations to the next level.

After all, it was still very short for Chen Changsheng to obtain three thousand thunder tribulations.

All of this depends on understanding.
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