"Crack!"

There was a series of loud noises, and a beam of light penetrated the bodies of several generals, like candied haws on a string.

They were all blasted out by the catastrophe.

Several gods will fall from the sky.

Long Fei said excitedly: "Did you see it? This is a gourd skewer."

Also at the same time.

Long Fei's body sank.

"Boom!"

It exploded above his head again, and a force blasted into the sea of ​​consciousness. The power of this heavenly tribulation was twice that of the previous one, and it was even more powerful.

"Is it doubled?"

"Holy shit!"

Crushing with great strength, Long Fei uttered a curse word and roared to the sky: "You want to make me kneel down? You can't even crush me with the power of your eighteen generations of ancestors!"

"I just won't kneel down!"

"Come on, come on, use your stronger power to hit me."

Long Fei was like a mad demon.

The second wave of power was carried heavily, and my mind and sea of ​​consciousness were trembling.

How many more such powers are there?

Long Fei didn't know.

All he knew was that no one could make him kneel down!

"How many forces are there in total in the Heavenly Tribulation?"

"There are many types of catastrophes."

"Every species is different. The least calamity is nine, and the most is eighty-one."

"Eighty,,,eighty-one steps?"

"Then Long Fei..."

Zang Tianye looked at Long Fei, and his heart was full of admiration, because Long Fei dared to summon the tribulation, and no one had dared to do so in millions of years.

At the same time, he was also worried.

Long Fei has caused too many killings. How many catastrophes will he endure?

Eighty-one lines, or...more?

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Chapter completed!