Carry out obscenity to the end

"Oh baby, come again."

"Yes, that's it."

"Well, you performed really well, let's work harder."

There are hundreds of feet of dark clouds above the sky, the sea of ​​clouds is churning, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles, and there are bursts of roaring sounds.

There are thousands of miles around, only the yellow sand is in the eyes, and there are no people. [

Beside a majestic ancient ruin with a very long history, a monk whose back looks so obscene, is dancing the dance of death under the thunder that descended from the sky, yelling shamelessly.

Perhaps his attitude towards Jie Lei really displeased the heavens, with a bang, and before the blink of an eye, the thick Jie Lei from the bucket bombarded the top of his head with a world-destroying blue light.

Mo Yi raised his pitch-black face, a wisp of black smoke spewed out of his mouth, the curled blue hair on the top of his head was burnt to nothing but stray hairs, and his dark and deep eyes looked at the billowing calamity above his head. Ray, facing it, rolled his eyes.

Mo Yi cursed: "Grass, God, you have no eyes, right? I asked you to come out to ask for your help, not to hack me. You always sneak up on me like this every now and then, is it interesting?"

In the day of the thunder cloud, an extremely old face loomed, the face was distorted and angry, and Jie Lei was howling and roaring: "Slay this evildoer to death."

Mo Yi twisted his hips, raised his waist, stared at his feet, and flashed a hundred meters away in an instant. At the position where he was standing just now, a thunderbolt that was thicker than before struck down mercilessly, setting off a violent sandstorm.

Mo Yi raised his middle finger at Jie Lei in the sky, and growled: "I know that you are a stingy guy, but fortunately, you are fast, and the time is coming, so hurry up and help you with business, come down!" The second master is in the mood to find you again."

The calamity clouds above the sky continued to gather and became thicker and darker, and the face became clearer, and the eyes revealed the desire to destroy everything and exterminate all things.

All kinds of bangs and muffled sounds resounded repeatedly in the dense and invisible clouds of robbery, and the roars from the prehistoric beasts were mixed in, revealing the horror that made everything shudder.

Mo Yi is now in tatters and looks like a beggar. He stroked his bald head with his dark hand that was struck by the thunder, and opened his mouth. His dazzling white teeth contrasted sharply with his charred skin.

There was a smug smile on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured softly: "I know this heaven is a narrow-minded guy, as long as you stimulate it, it will definitely go crazy. Work hard, work harder, the master's peerless book will finally come into play."

If you pay attention carefully, you can find that Mo Yi, who is like a beggar, is always active in a certain corner of the vast ancient ruins, even though he was born with many disasters.

To be more precise, he was active in that corner next to an altar shrouded in an opalescent halo.

Mo Yi has been cultivating Taoism for thousands of years, but when he was young, he found a peerless treasure by chance

What Mo Yi was experiencing at this time was the shocking tribulation and thunder experienced by those outstanding ascenders.

Compared with the sincerity and trepidation of those Ascensionists towards the Shocking Tribulation Thunder, Mo Yi's performance is simply leisurely, easy to do, and can easily make several people's eyes drop.

He once said to his apprentices who flew away: "You bastards, remember that Jingshi Jielei is a piece of scum, and it is a dog we raise. Whenever the teacher wants to take it out for a walk, it has to Come out obediently and accompany me for a stroll. So when you are ascending, just kick it hard for me, don't save face for it."

Therefore, his apprentices successfully survived the world-shattering catastrophe and became ascenders under the perverted concepts instilled by this monstrous master.

In Lantian Continent, as long as any cultivator's strength exceeds the limit that the continent can bear, the Dao of Heaven will respond and send down various tribulation thunders, causing destruction or forcing them to ascend.

Those with ordinary strength will be the world-warning tribulation thunder, those with super strength will send down the world-shocking tribulation thunder, and for those who are extremely monstrous or against the sky, they will send down the world-exterminating tribulation thunder.

Mo Yi's apprentices have been ascending for an unknown number of years. His master is still walking Tianjie here like a dog. It is too weird. Such a monster who regards the way of heaven should be bombarded and killed by Mieshijielei.

As a matter of fact, Mieshi Jielei had already interviewed him eight times, but each negotiation failed.

Because of one reason, Mo Yi really didn't want to fly to other planets, he would rather stay in Lantian Continent forever.

However, he who has cultivated the Dao Code, his strength has long been far beyond the limit that the Lantian Continent can bear. It is no exaggeration to say that Mo Yi, who is fully armed, can sink this continent by himself, so How can the heaven guarding the mainland tolerate him.

The first time Mieshi Jielei came to negotiate with him, he almost disappeared, his strength fell to the bottom, and it took nearly 30 years to recover from his injuries.

"Come on, let's roar, use your anger to destroy this damn defensive halo!"

Mo Yi was shouting passionately, the final blow of the world-shattering tribulation thunder was the most terrifying, and it was also the only power that Mo Yi could expect to rely on at the moment.

Mo Yi has to ascend now, the [Tao Code] can not only contain all things, but also help to hide the original breath, so after the first time he almost died under the thunder of death, he began to practice the method of hiding the original, Hope to escape the lock of heaven.

But the cruel facts show that no matter how cunning a fox is, he can't hide from a shrewd hunter. Although his original aura is hidden a lot, until it is not enough to withstand the world-killing thunder, but as long as the original source is not destroyed, the brand will always exist in the way of heaven , every 50 years, Heavenly Dao erroneously sends down the World-Exterminating Tribulation Thunder one day, and it becomes more and more violent every time.

Ever since Mo Yi discovered that being subjected to thunder often could temper his bones and flesh and form a certain degree of immunity to thunder, he deliberately released the original breath that was just enough to withstand the shocking thunder, and tempered his body with the help of thunder. Only then did he have the thrill to survive eight world-destroying tribulation thunders.

This is why he is so relaxed and indifferent to the world-shattering thunder now. He doesn't know how many times he has experienced the world-shattering thunder, so naturally he won't feel too much, even if hundreds of millions of monks hear it. The change of color, the evasion of the world-killing thunder like a snake and a scorpion have all experienced the eight times of the ancients.

Mo Yi now appeared in the desert of yellow sand here, not because he was in a good mood or bored, but because he was in a bad mood.

Eight negotiations failed, and nine is extremely high. Heavenly Dao has issued a final negotiation order in his soul, either obediently roll off or die.

Tiandao never joked. In the past, he vaguely felt that he was a life of nine deaths, but now he clearly warned himself that he was a life of ten deaths. [

No matter how much reluctance and concern Mo Yi has in his heart, he must leave the Lantian Continent where he has lived for a thousand years.

But for Mo Yi to grow from a small ant to a giant dragon that deters the heavens today, his opportunity and heart are top-notch.

He practiced Taoism all his life, slack off every day, and his goal of becoming stronger never changed.

His motto in life is: "Never make a loss-making business."

Now he had to ascend before the ninth thunderstorm came, but before leaving, he had to bring something good to calm down the depression of being kicked out by the way of heaven.