Under this terrible disaster, the dazzling lightning kept shining, causing everyone to close their eyes involuntarily.
When they opened it again, they couldn't help but be stunned by the sight in front of them.
Everything around seemed to have fallen into chaos, and space cracks were torn apart by thunder. The power of space revealed continued to wreak havoc on the earth, bringing a strong breath of death to the world.
Fortunately, Luo Mushan and Mo Yuan jointly arranged a powerful barrier to protect everyone.
Otherwise, no one would have survived the moment the eighth thunderbolt fell.
"It's too scary!" Zhi Wu was stunned, his face turned pale, and he trembled: "Is this the horror of the ninth level thunder tribulation?"
"Haha, if it hadn't been for Mo Yuan and the Luo Family Master's timely action, I'm afraid we would have died." Hu Yanxiu's face was also ugly. Under this power of heaven, he was like a speck of dust, without any Room for resistance.
They couldn't imagine whether Luo Xiaoman could survive under this power of heaven.
"Look! Teacher Xiaoman is still alive." Bai Hang exclaimed, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on the petite figure standing proudly and unharmed in the air.
Against the backdrop of the chaotic and messy scene, she looked so handsome, with a pair of eyes shining with determination, fearless of the roar of thunder.
"Great!!" Ming Chan waved his fist and shouted excitedly: "Master's plan was successful!! Thousands of evil things blocked the eighth thunder."
"That's not right!" Suddenly, Luo Qi frowned and glanced solemnly at Shi Fang Mie in mid-air. "Although Destruction in Ten Directions is the ultimate treasure to suppress evil spirits, under this thunder, it's still a bit short."
"Um, but the master did block it..."
Before Ming Chan could finish speaking, the Shifang Jiannian in mid-air shattered with a click.
Everyone's minds tightened, and they saw the thunder in the sky becoming wild again, and the aroused thunder bombarded Luo Xiaoman.
"Xiao Man (Master)!"
Everyone exclaimed, but saw a flash of blue light, and the Tao Zhu armor was worn on Luo Xiaoman's body again.
Boom!
The thunder struck the Yongzhu armor and could not hurt Luo Xiaoman at all. After all, this was just the residual power of the eighth thunder, and its power was limited.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Xiaoman, there is still a ninth thunderbolt." Luo Mushan clenched his fists, staring at the thin Luo Xiaoman in mid-air, and worried: "How can we resist this ninth thunderbolt?"
Everyone's minds also sank. The ninth thunderbolt was also the last thunderbolt, and its power could be imagined.
"Xiaoman still has a trump card." Mo Yuan next to him said calmly with an indifferent expression.
Trump card!
Everyone looked excited. Is there any magic weapon more powerful than the Destruction of Ten Directions or the Donghuang Bell that can withstand the ninth thunder
"Dad, you take the others and evacuate here." At this moment, Luo Xiaoman's voice came over and said in a serious tone: "This last thunder is several times more powerful than the eighth thunder. They I can’t bear the power of this thunder.”
"Xiaoman..."
"Dad, believe me." Luo Xiaoman turned around, glanced at Luo Mushan, and showed a faint smile. "I will definitely come back alive and will never let you down."
Mo Yuan opened his mouth slightly and was about to speak, but was interrupted by Luo Xiaoman.
(End of chapter)