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Chapter 111 Under the Big Crack (15)

Pure energy flows in Zhao Xiaomeng's body, and her spiritual power guides this energy into the cracked golden elixir. She needs to give birth to the Nascent Soul before the golden elixir completely cracks.

This process is easy to say, but actually difficult.

Not only does it require monks to have sufficient spiritual power, but it also requires monks to have a firm will. If there is any slack and the golden elixir breaks, it means that the birth of the baby has failed, and it is necessary to build a foundation and rebuild it.

Zhao Xiaomeng is not afraid of the process of breaking the pill to become a baby. The only thing she worries about is whether the process of turning two Nascent Souls into babies will be too long, and it will still not be completed even if the thunder falls.

It's just that she doesn't have any extra time to worry about this now.

While she was concentrating on conceiving a baby, True Lord Yuxia had successfully broken through to the Nascent Soul Realm, and she only had to survive the thunder to leave her body.

Everyone can feel the inexplicable pressure.

The way of heaven is above their heads.

However, the thunder did not fall.

Except for Zhao Xiaomeng, who was concentrating on conceiving a baby, everyone's heart was in their throats. They couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be once the thunder fell!

But they dare not imagine that there would be no thunder!

To be honest, they would rather be struck to death by lightning than face hordes of demons.

They waited quietly.

The pressure suddenly became weaker and stronger, as if the law of heaven was hesitating.

One breath is like a year.

To their dismay, the pressure eventually weakened.

Everyone's hearts suddenly sank to the bottom.

It is obvious that the path to tomorrow has reached the top of our head, and it is obvious that we are only one step away from success. Why is the result so desperate!

At this moment, Zhao Xiaomeng opened his eyes.

Her two souls have been fully formed, and two identical cute female dolls are sitting in her soul with their eyes closed. They are exactly what Zhao Xiaomeng looked like when she was a child.

She raised her head, waiting for the thunder to come.

At this moment, the pressure and momentum that had almost disappeared suddenly changed and suddenly increased!

It's like a terminally ill old man who was about to die, but suddenly got out of bed in full swing and ran tens of thousands of miles!

The sudden change almost shocked all the monks! The surprise was a surprise, but they still couldn't help but curse: Is Tiandao usually so naughty?

The monk who happened to be near the big crack looked up and saw an overwhelming black cloud above the big crack, stretching for dozens of miles!

Everyone who saw it was envious and ran away quickly, wishing that their parents would have more legs.

A thundercloud of this size would, at worst, distract the ancestor from going through the calamity. Even if it comes into contact with it, life or death would be uncertain. But I don’t know which sect is so lucky to have another fusion ancestor!

In the big crack, all the monks breathed a sigh of relief: The thunder disaster has finally come!

At the same time, brace yourself to fight against the thunder: even if you die, you must die under the thunder!

Although the scope of the tribulation cloud is large, it is composed of more than 4,000 small tribulation clouds. Every monk who overcomes the tribulation does not dare to take it lightly.

Although their thunder tribulations are separate, their power is doubled.

If you don't pay attention, your cultivation may be ruined, or your life may be lost!

Large and small calamity clouds are gathered together. If you look closely, you can see that there are two largest ones, one is above the head of True Monarch Yuxia, and the other is above the head of Zhao Xiaomeng.

The thunder tribulation above Zhao Xiaomeng's head is the strangest. It is clearly faintly purple, but it is the simplest nine-level thunder tribulation. You must know that the purple thunder tribulation is the most powerful among the sky thunders, and has never been less than thirty-six levels in history.

It's just that in the vast cloud of calamity, no one noticed the specialness of Zhao Xiaomeng's thunder calamity.

The combined ancestors of the Beast Controlling Sect and the Nightmare Sect were the first to arrive at the Great Crack. They had never seen the scene of many calamity clouds coming together. They had countless guesses in their minds, but they did not dare to get close. They only watched from a distance and watched quietly.

Change.

The thunderstorm begins.

Three thunderbolts hit Zhao Xiaomeng one after another. She was not injured at all. She was able to bear it down with only the strength of her body. She still had enough energy left to hit a series of weapon refining handprints on her body and use the thunder tribulation to refine her body!

Because she needed to train her body, she had already put away her heart armor.

The calamity cloud became more and more gloomy, and Zhao Xiaomeng's calamity cloud quietly changed to the eighteenth level.

This change was only noticed by Zhao Xiaomeng, who was within the thunder tribulation. Before, she felt that her thunder tribulation seemed to be particularly "understanding". If she felt that the blow she was hitting was too light, she would immediately adjust the force.

She is on the ninth level! I don’t know what she did in her last life that was so outrageous that God would hate her so much!

I won’t let it go even if I reincarnate!

Thinking this way, Zhao Xiaomeng did not relax at all! Thunders fell on Zhao Xiaomeng one after another. Each one was stronger than the last, but they were just strong enough so that she would not be unable to bear it. Soon,

Eighteen thunderbolts turned into twenty-seven.

Zhao Xiaomeng's body has not yet reached its limit. One after another, complex handprints are placed on his body to help his body resist the thunder, and at the same time, it also refines his body like a copper wall.

Twenty-seven becomes thirty-six!

At this time, some monks could no longer bear it.

By the time the thirty-six thunderbolts were struck, Zhao Xiaomeng was covered in scars. Fortunately, her body had been refined and she could withstand a blow from the Nascent Soul cultivator with her physical body alone.

The thunder tribulation of other monks ended at the same time.

After all, there is no inner demon calamity!

But no one has the mind to think about this at this time, because the thunder and calamity has stopped, the time for the nectar from the sky has arrived, and they can leave!

They don't have much time, they must leave here before the rain ends!

Zhao Xiaomeng quickly looked around.

Only half of the monks succeeded in advancing, and most of the remaining monks were turned into ashes by thunder. Only two to three hundred monks who failed to survive the tribulation survived.

True Monarch Yuxia reluctantly stood up and said quickly: "When the sweet rain falls, it is our chance to leave. Time is urgent, it is not too late to leave here first and then rest."

Before he finished speaking, sweet rain fell with golden light.

Zhao Xiaomeng held Jin Fuyin with one hand and held Fang Yuqing with the other, and followed Zhenjun Yuxia into the air!

This time, they didn't encounter any obstacles and flew straight upward.

They have to fly out of the big crack before the rain ends!

Don't dare to pause for a moment.

In the sweet rain, Jin Fuyin and Fang Yuqing gradually regained their strength, broke away from Zhao Xiaomeng, and flew upward with all their strength.

Without any drag, the speed of the three of them was a little faster.

Zhao Xiaomeng took a look at the black and red stones around her, then quietly popped something out and hid it in the crevices of the stones. She did so very covertly and no one noticed.

Finally, they saw natural light.

Jumping to the ground, several people cried with joy.

After he calmed down, Jin Fuyin lay on the edge of the big crack and shouted nervously: "Hurry up! You will be there soon!"

One monk after another flew out of the big crack.

The first ones to come out were all Nascent Soul cultivators.

Next came the Golden elixir monk.

The rain is gradually decreasing.

Zhao Xiaomeng knew that there were still monks who had not come out, so she lay on the edge of the big crack and looked down regardless of her appearance.

She saw that the last few dozen Golden Elixir monks who had failed to cause the thunder disaster and some other Golden Elixir monks were each supporting the two Foundation Establishment monks as they flew upward.

The sweet rain is getting less and less, and it is getting harder and harder for them to fly. When the sweet rain disappears completely, the spiritual power in their bodies will also disappear, and they will fall back into the abyss.

In the big crack, even the combined monks dare not fly.

Zhao Xiaomeng grabbed Jin Fuyin who was about to move: "Do you still have the rope?"

"Yes!" Jin Fuyin's eyes lit up and he took out a rope.

At least more than a hundred.

"Give it to me!" Wei Zhengrong and others also came over.

Zhao Xiaomeng's words were concise and concise: "Two people work in groups, one on top and one on the bottom!"

She pulled out one end of a rope and threw it to Wei Zhengrong, then pulled the other end and jumped down the big crack.

Zhao Xiaomeng pulled the rope and slid down.

She clearly felt that the spiritual power in her body was out of control, and all the weight of her body fell on her left hand. She lowered her head and looked down, and saw an abyss beneath her feet.

At this time, she had lost contact with the transmission talisman she had just played into the cracks in the stone.

It shows that the demon realm is not the same realm as the realm of cultivation.

If you accidentally let go, you may never come back.

However, she believed in Wei Zhengrong's character and he would definitely not let go.

She also believed that the little senior sister's rope would definitely not break.

When she was only a few feet away from the casual cultivator who had spoken to her, she reached out to grab him, threw the three of them on the rope, made sure they had a tight grip on the rope, and continued to slide down.

By this time, the rain had completely disappeared.

Zhao Xiaomeng allowed her body to fall, then grabbed three monks, hung them on the rope, and fell again.

Grab the last three!

At this time, the ten of them were like a string of grasshoppers hanging on a rope, hanging in the air.

"Is anyone still alone?"

Zhao Xiaomeng looked up and saw a head sticking out from the edge of the cliff and then retracting: "No more! No more! You can pull it up!"

Not long after, the rope began to move upwards, and several Nascent Soul monks pulled them up together. Other Foundation Establishment monks who grabbed the rope were also pulled up.

No one has fallen into the abyss!

For the rest of their lives, everyone was in shock.

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