A big furry hand gently stroked Ling Hua's face.

The ghost monk was born with fear of thunder. Ling Hua was struck by thunder twice in a row. Even as a Jindan monk, he could not raise any magic power for a while, so he could only let the wild boar man touch her face.

I heard the wild boar man say in a gentle tone: "Sister-in-law... do you still remember that move?"

Tusk piercing!

Puff.

There was a rumbling sound.

The third thunder struck straight down.

At this time, the wild boar man had already left the ground, and he held Fairy Linghua in his hands and charged towards the sky.

Wild boar charge!

The lightning broke through Ling Hua's body and reached the body of the wild boar.

The crackling electric sparks flashed and jumped on the wild boar's fur, and the wild boar people were awakened without any sense.

Wild boar charge!

The wild boar man seemed to pierce the clouds and the sky and the earth.

A white palm kept trembling in the direction of Yunzhou.

The blood river bead of Ling Hua's natal corpse ghost teleported out.

The next second he arrived in the body of Shang Linrui, the head of the Shang family in Dingquan Lake.

Shang Linrui, who was standing on the cloud boat watching the fun, didn't even scream, but turned into a ball of blood.

The monks on the Yunzhou were frightened to find that their companions turned into blood one after another, and the blood turned into blood lines one by one, and each blood line rushed to the Linghua Real Man hundreds of meters away.

Each bloodline can restore a trace of her vitality to the decayed real person Linghua. Her lower abdomen, which was struck by thunder, was even recovering quickly.

However, when Ling Hua Zhenren was about to heal his injuries, a thunder that penetrated the world fell again.

All the ghosts and evil spirits, and all the ghosts and monsters were wiped out.

"roar!"

The wild boar man roared provocatively.

Wild boar charge.

The fierce sprint never stopped.

The wild boar man faced the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky seemed to cover his head.

It seems to be close but far away.

The white palms trembled again.

More than a dozen elite disciples turned into blood, and more than a dozen bloodshots poured into Ling Hua's body, pulling the dying woman back from the brink of death.

Rumble...

The rolling thunder is not stopping at all.

The surging thunder tribulation gradually reached its climax...

The elite disciples of the Tianchi League's aristocratic families dared not watch the fun again. They ran away in horror.

However, no matter where they escape, their fate as a blood poison seed is already destined.

Either she becomes the resource for Ling Hua to improve her cultivation, or she becomes a life-saving straw when she is about to die.

On one side is red and white thunder, falling like a tide, and on the other side is bloodshot wounds rolling in...

The real person Ling Hua was already numb under the thunder, and she only felt that she was penetrated countless times.

The body was penetrated and the soul was penetrated. The body and soul were no longer her. She subconsciously absorbed the cultivation magic power of the blood poison seeds and repaired her body countless times, but so what?

After all, it's a drop in the bucket...

I will burn like fireworks and will be destroyed in the arms of this wild boar.

This is my ending...

This is the last consciousness of Ling Hua Zhenren...

The heavenly tribulation of hundreds of thunders bombarded in turn.

More than 300 elite disciples from small families were all sacrificed blood, but they were unable to save the life of Ling Hua Zhenren.

Perhaps other real people can withstand the thunder tribulation, but the ghost cultivator is born to fear thunder, and in the thunder tribulation, let alone the thunder tribulation of the wrath of heaven and earth.

Although Ling Hua Zhenren has the cultivation of the Golden Pill, he is still vulnerable under the thunder tribulation.

When the thunder stops temporarily.

The wild boar's arms are no longer a beautiful red and pink woman, but a charred bone...

The dry bones have no life, and a generation of mysterious ghost mother died.

Looking at the charred dead bones, the wild boar sighed softly.

He raised his hand and raised his bones and turned into powder, which was swept away by the strong wind.

The disaster clouds in the sky seem to dissipate.

Zhu Zishan still felt that he was still feeling unfulfilled.

Suddenly.

A ghostly blood bead rushed into the mouth of the wild boar man like a flash.

Blood River Pearl!

The natal corpse of Ling Hua Zhenren.

The natal corpse ghost of a monk who controls the ghost will lose control after the ghost monk dies, causing harm to the side.

However, the Blood River Pearl is different. The Blood River Pearl is the flesh and blood of Linghua, and it has an instinctive closeness to her mother.

When Ling Hua real man fell, the Blood River Pearl, which had only ignorant consciousness, did not choose to escape.

It wants to kill the culprit.

Zhu Zishan was originally infected with blood poison, but his cultivation and magic power had not been completely polluted. The Blood River Pearl rushed into his body and began to destroy it.

The wild boar man's strong body shines with red blood.

Huh...

The breath emitted by the wild boar people actually had a strong blood energy, which was enough to melt steel.

The wild boar's body baptized by thunder actually trembled wildly under the corrosion of the blood river beads.

A breath of destruction brewed in the wild boar man's body.

The Ghost King-level Blood River Bead is about to explode in the wild boar man's body.

Good to come!

The wild boar's red eyes were filled with madness.

Until now, the wild boar man finally understood that it was far from enough to completely solve the hidden dangers of blood poison on his body.

The blood river bead must be killed.

Even if the real person Ling Hua falls and the Blood River Pearl is immortal, this seemingly weak and mysterious bead can completely sacrifice Zhu Zishan's blood and become the resource for the Blood River Pearl to improve its strength.

I saw the wild boar man stretching out a middle finger.

The middle finger points to the sky!

The catastrophe clouds that were about to disappear in the sky suddenly stormed.

The dark clouds instantly became several times stronger.

A terrifying thunder dragon poked out from the dark clouds.

Thunder!

The wrath of heaven and earth.

Zhu Zishan didn't know if his finger had worked. In short, there was a thunder tribulation, which was a life-saving thing for him.

The wild boar man held up his middle finger, and his mane flew with the wind. He flew in the air, provoking the sky.

The last thunder drew away all the power of Jieyun, and a terrifying thunder dragon roared and bit the wild boar man.

The wild boar man also let out a deafening roar.

The loud sound is silent, the elephant is invisible.

Thunder baptized the body of the wild boar man, and thunder poured into his body, swept into every meridian, every drop of blood, every nerve...

Bath in thunder and cleanse all filth.

Half a charred wild boar man fell from the sky. When he was about to fall to the top of Ziyun Mountain, the wild boar man suddenly turned over and stood on the flying fairy stone.
To be continued...