Late stage of lung cancer: I deduce the extraordinary on the non-magic earth

The three looked up, and the front of the bone had turned black.

The ominous atmosphere became more and more intense.

Just looking at it like this, the three of them felt their souls tremble.

Everyone retreated, not daring to stay here any longer.

They couldn't bear the attack of the black breath at this moment.

Even if they are masters who have crossed the tribulation more than nine times, they still feel a little overwhelmed at the moment.

The magic weapon for body protection was dyed black at this moment, and three magic weapons for body protection had already been broken on the king's side.

They also retreated rapidly.

He looked worriedly at the figure who crossed the catastrophe.

Cheering for him secretly in my heart.

"But don't die!"

"Let's open up a path for many physical practitioners to come out!"

"Come on!"

The three of them shouted in unison.

It's just that they can't see any hope, but the current body still hasn't given up resistance.

Still did not dissipate.

If the resistance had been given up, the catastrophe would have dissipated long ago.

But at this moment, it is still there.

That means that that person is still alive.

He is still there!
"He's still here, he's not dead yet!"

The three retreated to a distance and looked back.

The sky was so dark that it seemed to be filled with ink.

The rich black surged, and there was no light at all, which made people feel blocked.

In this level, outsiders can't help at all.

He can only survive this catastrophe by himself.

And the longer the time drags on, the fewer chances there will be, and the slimmer the chance of success.

From the outside, an ominous darkness filled the sky.

It's like a sea, unfathomable, and I don't know what is hidden in it.

A humming sound resounded in it.

There are also mournful howls coming out from time to time.

In this desperate catastrophe, the top of the bone's head was never stained with black.

Always keep the white bones.

When black reaches here, it is difficult to enter an inch.

And this piece of white bone exudes a golden light, like an endless lamp in this darkness.

Always immortal.

When the entire body of white bones has turned black, and this one place cannot move forward, the black seems to have launched a general attack.

There was a furious roar in the darkness, and a long, shrill howl that made the scalp tingle.

But that bit of golden light remained unmoved, always sticking there.

Let this bone never die.

And it is still absorbing the breath in the darkness, constantly growing itself.

Like the Buddha in hell, his body exudes golden light.

Solemn and sacred.

Even the dense darkness can't hide this golden light.

That bright light seemed to be the first ray of light from ancient times, completely breaking through the darkness.

Straight into the sky.

It opened a hole in the thick darkness and broke through the sky.

Although it was still very weak, it was so firm, even if the darkness roared and charged, it still couldn't knock down the golden light.

The three of Gu Tingshan opened their mouths wide and looked at the golden light that shot straight into the sky, trembling with excitement.

"I knew it, I knew it, he didn't die so easily!"

Lin Qingcheng clenched his fist excitedly and swung it fiercely.

Although he had survived this catastrophe a long time ago, he looked at the golden beam of light devoutly like a pilgrimage at this moment.

Eyes full of excitement and desire.

The king and Guting Mountain were the same, they all looked at the golden beam of light with serious expressions.

Looking at the golden beam of light that the darkness could not cover.

Break through the darkness and go straight to the sky.

In the darkness, there seemed to be the ebb and flow of sea water, making the sound of clattering.

Constantly hitting the golden beam of light.

Wanting to completely submerge the golden beam of light.

However, no matter how the black breath impacts, it cannot break through the golden beam of light.

In the east of the mysterious world, an old man of the Mahayana period looked to the south with a shocked expression.

"how is this possible?"

He murmured.

"How could someone engrave all the three thousand ways in the body?"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

What outsiders see are golden beams of light, but what he sees is a world.

It was a complete world, exuding bright light.

Although it is still tiny, it is growing vigorously, absorbing the black breath unswervingly.

The old man couldn't believe it and felt incredible.

His eyes glowed with purple light, and he looked at the bone, as if he wanted to see the bone clearly through the space and the dense darkness.

The purple eyes seemed to penetrate all the secrets of the universe.

It shot towards the bones.

He stared at the bones, his mouth opened wide, in disbelief.

His face was full of shock.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"How could there be such a person?"

"This is equivalent to eight catastrophes, but it's only the first catastrophe!"

The old man trembled from shock.

It feels like the three views are about to be subverted.

When he wanted to take a closer look, he wanted to see the structure inside the bones.

The white bone seemed to have sensed something, and turned to look at the old man.

boom!
The old man only felt a bang in his mind.

As if seeing something extremely terrifying, the eyes popped twice and exploded directly.

"Ah...absolutely impossible!"

"How can there be a Creator in this world?"

The old man yelled, and his head exploded with a bang.

Even the soul did not escape, and the whole body was stained with black aura, quickly rotting away.

The magic weapon that was still running all over the body was directly soaked in the black breath, making a bang bang explosion sound.

In the end, the body turned into balls of black fly ash, which dissipated with the wind.

A strong man in the Mahayana period died here without a sound just because he glanced at the white bones and black catastrophe.

Makes people shudder.

And with the corpse as the center, the black aura entrenched here, and the rich darkness absorbed the surrounding variegated aura, slowly growing.

And lurking here.

The old man's old friends below were all stunned by this accident.

He doesn't even dare to look at the scene of crossing the catastrophe in the distance now.

The old friend died just because he glanced at it.

He is a strong man in the Mahayana period!

What the hell did he see?
And what is the Creator he called out?
Originally, he wanted to go to collect the corpse, but seeing the strong aura entrenched, the warning magic weapon on his body kept whining.

He didn't dare to go forward immediately.

Glancing at the corpse in horror, he slowly backed away.

"Anyway, there is nothing left, you can rest here!"

The old man muttered silently, and fled back quickly.

And the black breath was completely silent.

And at the place where the tribulation was crossed, the golden light was growing stronger and stronger.

Begin at the cranium and gradually cover the entire head.

Slowly drive away the darkness.

Let his skull gradually become golden light.

The darkness shouted and roared unwillingly, but to no avail.

The black aura was no match for the golden light, so it could only be suppressed gradually and expelled slowly.

"Successful, he succeeded!"

Lin Qingcheng shouted excitedly.

Gu Tingshan and the king were also extremely excited, each clenched their fists and looked nervously at the bone.

"The last level is left, come on!"

Gu Tingshan shouted in his heart.