The Dragon from Hell

The heavenly tribulation was coming fiercely, and Qin Feng did not dare to think about it anymore. He followed Lao Huang closely at all times and did not dare to take it lightly.

Now it was safe only if he stood within Lao Huang's range. If he was out of his range, even if it was just the scraps of this heavenly tribulation, it would be enough for Qin Feng to drink a pot.

Fortunately, the Moonlight Stone given to him by Mo Wenyuan came in handy at this time. The bones and muscles that were injured by the thunder before had been completely repaired at this moment, and the spiritual power was also returning rapidly, quickly filling his body.

However, he could feel that even if he was in his peak state and had forcibly improved his cultivation with the help of the seeds, he would definitely not be able to resist the next thunder tribulation.

After all, this was no longer an ordinary wrath of the sky, but a heavenly tribulation belonging to Lao Huang.

And it was a heavenly tribulation that had accumulated for thousands of years.

So now it was really not certain who was pitting whom.

After all, if Lao Huang did not appear, the heavenly thunder that Qin Feng faced would never be so swift.

But if Lao Huang had not come, I am afraid Qin Feng would have died under the thunder.

In short, now the two of them share honor and disgrace. If Lao Huang dies, then Qin Feng will not survive.

Jiao Xia watched the thunderbolts fall one after another. Just taking a step, there were more than a dozen or even dozens of thunderbolts. Not to mention bearing the thunderbolts, just watching can blind people's eyes.

She couldn't help rolling her eyes: "This is the first time I have seen someone hiding from the heavenly tribulation. If you don't want to face the tribulation, then why did you practice so hard before?"

"Now it's good. It's a thousand-year heavenly tribulation. It would be strange if he didn't get smashed to pieces!"

"You kid, too. You insisted on following him. Now you are in a dilemma, right?"

"Now even if I can't guarantee that you can get away unscathed!"

A thousand-year heavenly tribulation, even if Jiao Xia is here, if Qin Feng is smashed to pieces, she will have no way to deal with it.

Qin Feng was also quite helpless when seeing Jiao Xia's rolling eyes.

He didn't expect that there were people in this world who hid from the heavenly tribulation for a thousand years.

However, at this point, neither he nor Lao Huang had any way to retreat, and they could only move forward.

But Lao Huang's body seemed to be unable to support it.

——Dang!

A thunderbolt fell, and Lao Huang still chose to resist it with his long sword as before.

But this time, the thunderbolt directly hit his long sword, causing his whole body to sink a few points, and then he was pressed to half kneel down, and he still stabilized his body by inserting his long sword into the ground.

Moreover, more than half of his long sword was sunken into the ground, and a huge depression formed around his body, almost smashing him into the ground.

Qin Feng was shocked and asked hurriedly: "Lao Huang, how are you!"

Before Qin Feng approached, Lao Huang stretched out a hand to stop him: "Don't come over!"

Qin Feng paused.

"I said, this heavenly tribulation is not something that people can bear..."

Lao Huang stood up from the ground cursing and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Qin Feng could see that his sword-holding hand was trembling slightly, and the golden sword actually had a gap, which made him frown.

Judging from Lao Huang's appearance, he was afraid that he would have to withstand the next thunderbolt.

"I should have known better than to do this. A young boy, if he dies, he dies. Eating two cakes is a big price to pay..."

Lao Huang's face was covered with blood. He stood up tremblingly, and kept muttering, blaming Qin Feng for overestimating his ability and insisting on climbing to the top to die.

If Qin Feng didn't climb to the top, he wouldn't have to suffer this.

But despite the scolding, he didn't retreat a single step.

Qin Feng could feel that Lao Huang's breath was still around him, and he divided a part of his strength to protect himself.

At this time, he was only three steps away from the top.

Qin Feng looked up and looked up at the statue that was close at hand, and suddenly felt that it was nothing special.

Old Huang looked thin and strong, but now he was covered in blood. His mumbling showed that he was just an ordinary mortal, but his stature made Qin Feng feel that he was more than the statue of God.

So what if he was a God?

Even if he could defeat this body, he could not defeat Old Huang's forward steps.

Qin Feng could understand that Old Huang was just a mortal.

Because he was a mortal, he was afraid of the heavenly tribulation. He was so afraid that even though he had already passed the tribulation, he hid in a smelly robe for a thousand years.

It was also because he was a mortal that he ate two cakes from Qin Feng. When he saw Qin Feng was about to die, he uncovered the windproof cloth that had allowed him to avoid it for a thousand years, and resolutely stood under the heavenly tribulation.

Qin Feng was two steps behind Old Huang, watching Old Huang face one tribulation after another, as if he was facing the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and still blocked him in front of him with curses.

He spent a thousand years to open up a path for Qin Feng, a tiny mortal.Tiandadao.

"Stinky boy, it's time to go!"

At this moment, Old Huang's eyes were wide open, and he was still cursing vulgarly, but Qin Feng saw a shadow light up behind him.

The looming golden shadow formed a tall human-shaped phantom, all golden, holding a long sword, and his posture was almost exactly the same as Old Huang.

Qin Feng looked at this scene and was shocked.

"Okay!"

Old Huang took a step, and the thunder calamity sounded again.

Old Huang's tone was indifferent, and he said faintly: "Stinky boy, today I will open this road for you, and you have to walk your own way in the future."

After speaking, thunder fell from the sky, like a violent storm, and people's eyes were almost dazzled.

And Old Huang's figure was in this thunder, pausing step by step, but not retreating at all!

Qin Feng followed behind him, and suddenly a poem came to his mind: "A bamboo stick and straw sandals are lighter than a horse, who is afraid? A raincoat will protect you for life!"

At this moment, Lao Huang was like this. In the thunder, he was alone with a sword, letting the thousand-year thunder tribulation fall.

Qin Feng could feel that the breath left by Lao Huang on his side would occasionally fluctuate greatly, but he never withdrew.

At the moment when he was about to approach the top of the mountain, Qin Feng realized what the difference between a human god and a god in heaven was.

Standing in the lightning, the last red thunder fell, and Lao Huang suddenly pushed him away, raised his sword alone, and faced the thunder straight.

Qin Feng retreated three or five steps, and when he looked up, he saw the statue of the god holding the sword and asking the sky.

At this moment, even the statue was shaking slightly.

Looking at Lao Huang again, it seemed that he had merged with the statue, and there was a layer of golden light more than the statue.

The golden shadow behind him became larger and larger until it completely surrounded Lao Huang.

Old Huang's last sword actually split the sky into a crack that went straight to the sky!

The red thunder entered his body, and Old Huang was completely wrapped by the golden shadow.

Before Qin Feng could see clearly, he heard Old Huang's hearty laughter: "Hahaha, a thousand-year thunder tribulation? That's all!"