Eighty-one thunder? Who can withstand it?

Even if an immortal comes to the world, he may not be able to withstand so many thunders.

Luo He took all his magic weapons back into his body, staring at the eighty-one thunders about to descend in the sky, with a few wry smiles on his face:

"I didn't expect that even the rarest Lei Sha Tianluo Tribulation was encountered by me..."

It seems that what Luo He encountered this time was not an ordinary heavenly disaster.

Zhang Heng didn't know what the Thunder Sha Tian Luo Jie was, but he understood that Luo He was extremely lucky.

Luo He gave up his resistance and looked at Zhang Heng and the others and said, "It is almost impossible to survive the thunder and heavenly Luo tribulation, so I had to deal with it, although there is only one-tenth chance..."

"Ningxue, Xuerong, you all have to live well, let everything in the past disappear..."

Luo He's eyes were filled with deep emotions, especially when he stared at the snow lotus in Zhang Heng's hand, he showed deep helplessness.

"Brother Luo..." Luo Ningxue fell to the ground weakly, and her jade face was dissatisfied with tears.

Zhang Heng was also moved by the emotions exposed by Luo He and even wanted to help the other party. Unfortunately, he was such a low-level monk who was really powerless.

However, at this moment, an extremely strange fluctuation came from my mind.

What's wrong? Zhang Heng stared at the void flames that were eager to try in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness.

Zhang Heng subconsciously stretched out his hand and the flames in the void floated out.

At the center of the transparent and invisible void flame, black lightning emitted a special wave.

Suddenly, all the ninety-nine eighty-one thunders formed in the sky stopped.

The purple light on the huge catastrophe cloud also became dim.

Even the entire cloud of disaster was trembling slightly, as if it had encountered something terrible.
Chapter completed!