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The Divine Treasure Pagoda is not enlightened, but the physical body is enlightened. When he walks out, he is looking forward to the expressions of those great religious geniuses.
"Boom"
There were ninety-nine and eighty-one thunderbolts, and now it was the eightieth. Each thunderbolt was more than twice as powerful as the previous one. By the time of these eighty thunderbolts, the powerful energy alone gave Qin Hao a sense of The boring urge to vomit blood.
"Chichi"
Lightning flashed, and a huge crater formed where Qin Hao was, but he had no time to think so much. The physical body was in danger of disintegrating, and the will that had just been condensed in the physical body began to dissipate. It was like a landslide, unstoppable, and Qin Hao tightened his grip. Guarding the Tower of Faith tightly, the orbs on the first floor of the pagoda became brighter and brighter.
"Boom"
After the thunder, only half of Qin Hao's head was left. The rest was smashed to pieces and his will was gone. If Qin Hao hadn't guarded the Tower of Faith, Qin Hao might still think that he only had half of his head and nothing else. , this is the power of the thunder of heaven, it can directly erase your will and make you have will. This is completely a deadly attack.
Generally, only those who have overcome the Great Emperor's Tribulation will encounter such a terrifying thunder catastrophe. Heaven's way obviously wants Qin Hao to turn into ashes. This is only the eightieth one, and the eighty-first one is still brewing.
But the coercion alone made it difficult for Qin Hao to stand up now. But at this time, he had other thoughts in his mind. As long as the last thunder tribulation struck him, it would be considered as having truly survived. At this time, he I want to do something with this last thunder tribulation, otherwise it would be a pity
Chapter 57, Leading Thunder into the Insect Lair
"Lead it to attack that insane monk?" Qin Hao thought in his mind.
The epileptic monk outside the forbidden area suddenly felt cold all over and shuddered: "My Buddha heart is firm, but I can still shiver. Am I going to die?"
But Qin Hao doesn¡¯t know that although he wants to kill the monk, whether he can go out now is a problem, not to mention that if he can¡¯t kill the monk then, everything will be in vain.
But suddenly, when he looked at the terrain in the distance, he finally thought of something. He thought about hacking those God-Eating Insects.
"Well, I know how to plant inner demons. If I can plant inner demons in an insect king, who will dare to compete with me in the future?" After making up his mind, Qin Hao activated his purple energy and restored his physical body. That powerful feeling , is back again. The practice of the Tower of Faith has made his faith so strong that he can control every inch of his body, the beating of his heart, and all circulatory systems. He can easily control it.
He can even combine every piece of flesh and blood, exert every role, and multiply all his own power. This is something that other body refiners can never do, unless they are the body refiners of the Holy King, but body refiners are more powerful than Shenzang monks. It is difficult to practice, and the number of people who can achieve enlightenment does not exceed three figures, let alone the body refiners in the realm of the Holy King.
"Dong dong dong"
Every step he took shook the wilderness. That was because the thunder of heaven kept pressing on him. As his pace became faster and faster, his control over the physical body became stronger and stronger, and his speed continued to increase, heading towards the God-devouring God. Go in the direction of the insect. As the saying goes, the treasures of heaven, materials and earth are all guarded by foreign objects. So where the foreign object is, there must be treasures of heaven and earth. What's more, this is a forbidden area. It has existed since ancient times. Until now, few people can enter. Naturally, there are no magic medicines in the periphery. It happens once in a hundred thousand years. Blood Tide, it would be strange if the great religion didn¡¯t shine. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com