my goddess school flower

Chapter 87 Consecutive Clearance

Wang Ziqiao didn't expect that his eighth porch was opened so easily. He felt as if a flood was coming out from the depths of his flesh and blood. However, the flood was completely out of his control and crazily impacted on his body. every inch of area.

"Ah..." Wang Ziqiao cried out in pain, he knew that this was another disaster.

Back then, when he opened the seventh porch, he suffered three thunder calamities in a row, but this time it was like a flood, the flood came from the depths of his body, as if descending from the void in his body.

Wang Ziqiao's body expanded infinitely, getting taller and taller.

This scene made all the girls in the fight look up in amazement.

Wang Ziqiao's body is getting bigger and bigger. When he increases the height of 4000 meters, he can no longer bear the violent force coming from his body, like billions of beasts raging wildly, like countless mosquitoes buzzing in the depths of his soul strange call.

Body and will are being tested twice.

Although there is no thunder calamity, it is more terrifying than thunder calamity.

Bang!

With a bang, those ferocious beasts scattered like wild horses, and Prince Qiao's body also exploded, turning into countless dust, smoke and blood.

As the majestic wind blew, the blood mist flew up and turned into a cloud of blood in the air.

At this time, Wang Ziqiao's consciousness has become more and more blurred, but he knows that if he can't survive, then he will be finished.

Therefore, he is still struggling to reunite his body and gather the blood cloud together.

The blood cloud was like water, and in the constant ups and downs, a huge current was formed.

click!

A thunderbolt rose in the blood cloud.

This time, it really cost Wang Ziqiao's life.

Originally, he was an extremely difficult support, but he was suddenly bombarded by thunder, and the will hidden deep in the blood mist particles was hit hard again.

what……

The people below seemed to have vaguely heard Wang Ziqiao's screams, and heard the roar and unwillingness deep in the blood cloud.

Consciousness is getting weaker and weaker, the will has disappeared without a trace, and there is no more cohesive power.

"Am I going to die like this?"

Wang Ziqiao secretly thought in his last thought.

He felt that the blood cloud was slowly dissipating, just like his own body was slowly being dismembered.

Even, it is no longer possible to feel other will clones.

Countless princes and Joes seemed to be fighting on their own, each flashing different thoughts, and they were all wrapped in boundless darkness.

Time passed, and Wang Ziqiao couldn't hear the anxious shouts below.

The blood cloud has become weaker and weaker, and has been scattered into a large void, and will merge into this world at any time.

However, at this moment, Wang Ziqiao's thoughts seemed to see a dawn in front of him, and this dawn was like the rising sun.

But there is still a thick layer of film on the dawn, so that Wang Ziqiao can't see the true face of the dawn.

"What is this? Could it be the power of longevity? That lightning strike just now opened my ninth porch again? Or, because my will was too weak, my thoughts were empty, and I unconsciously broke into the ninth porch Inside? Did you see the scene of longevity in front of you?"

Wang Ziqiao recalled the relevant explanations in Batian Divine Art, and his thoughts became active again.

However, he didn't know that the love cup in the sky was distracted, but he was using the power of space with all his strength to send his thoughts and will directly into the ninth profound entrance.

Wang Ziqiao is originally a small world, and the small world is also Wang Ziqiao.

Wang Ziqiao opened the entrance in the small world again, and survived the tribulation in the small world. All wind, rain, thunder and lightning are under the control of the small world.

If there is no authorization from the small world, how could the thunder calamity just now happen?

The thunder calamity was nothing but the work of the small world. At the critical moment, it mobilized all its forces and directly helped Wang Ziqiao break through the ninth porch.

But breaking open did not wait for Wang Ziqiao's own will to bear it.

As Wang Ziqiao's thoughts became more active, the dawn light turned into a real scorching sun, and the film became clearer and clearer.

Gradually, Wang Ziqiao felt the scorching heat, like a raging fire constantly roasting his soul, like a ghost meeting the sun.

Prince Qiao could only suffer in the raging fire, struggling constantly.

However, he found that his will became stronger and purer, as if all the impurities had disappeared, and he became like glass.

Until the end, he was completely used to the fire, and he didn't feel his will being roasted. Under the scorching sun, it was like lying on the beach in the spring and autumn, his whole body was warm, and he couldn't say it was comfortable.

The blood cloud that was about to dissipate once again condensed, and once again flashed thunder.

But the blood cloud was still gathering slowly, slowly turning into an energy giant form, but it was only a short breath, and under the internal thunder bombardment, it turned into scattered blood clouds again.

After repeating this three times, the cloud and mist gathered again, expanding and contracting, slowly shrinking, and finally turned into Prince Joe.

Until this time, Prince Joe could take a deep breath.

The sea water in the distant sea suddenly seemed to be swept up by a hurricane, and it went straight up to a height of several thousand meters, trying to sink into Prince Joe's mouth.

But when the sea water reached his lips, Wang Ziqiao exhaled again, and the sea water crashed down on the sea level, with waves bursting and deafening.

His face regained his composure, and Prince Joe floated down from the sky.

"Zi Qiao, are you alright?" All the girls jumped up anxiously.

Wang Ziqiao shook his head and looked up at the sky. The cup of love seemed to be the sun he saw. He was hidden in the depths of the sky, and no one could see it except him.

He knew that opening the porch this time was the result of the distraction of the small world, plus himself, the result of the two forces uniting.

He could only open the eighth porch, but Xiaoshijie helped him open the ninth porch at a critical moment.

From this, we can also see the strength of the small world.

The small world has only survived the fourth thunder tribulation, which is equivalent to the realm of the middle stage of the tribulation, but its ability, even the monks of the early stage of longevity, may not be able to match it.

"Zi Qiao, congratulations on opening two more entrances!" Gong Miao Miao congratulated.

Wang Ziqiao nodded with a smile: "After opening a porch, the tests faced by ordinary people are beyond the reach of ordinary people. It was almost, almost just now, and it really disappeared!"

"But you are not an ordinary person, not to mention that this place is still in a small world. You can't do this next time. It scares us to worry!"

The girls had recovered from the short-term worry, and they all giggled and laughed, as if they didn't take Prince Qiao's danger to heart.

Wang Ziqiao had no choice but to be helpless, he knew that in the heart of his wife and concubine, he was an omnipotent god.

But think about it, it is true, because this is a small world, and I rule everything by myself. Here, I am an omnipotent god.