Boom!!
He was engulfed by a torrent of lightning molten.
The Hundred Forms Life and Death Stake shattered once again!
Gritting his teeth, he re-congealed it, a gleam of enchantment flashed through his eyes, his lips slightly parted with hidden allure, and he quickly uttered a line: "Tang Ningxin, with the drastic change in the ancient clan seven hundred years from now, will you really stand by and do nothing?"
"If you donβt help me, who else will you help?! Who else can you wait for?!!"
Boom!
The lightning molten rained down like a stream of interconnected arrows.
The grass and trees around Song Yan ignited in an instant, the rocks shattered, and the surging lightning fire rose immediately, climbing onto Song Yanβs body, as if it intended to burn this wicked form into ashes. ππ»πππππ«π£π€πππ΅.ππ€π’
The crimson lightning in the vault of heaven finally found an opportunity, descending instantaneously from the heavy, sticky whirlpool of lightning molten, darting from the clouds to the dust, heading straight for the man.
Song Yanβs skin was already a mishmash of red and purple from burns, his clothes completely incinerated, hair disheveled.
Never did he expect that after hiding for a century in the Formless Ancient Race, a time when even he felt the danger had passed, he would encounter such life-and-death peril before even exiting the Secret Realm!
With no further concealment, he directly summoned the Changwang Melting Furnace and prayer beads from his Divine Soul, thrusting them towards the crimson lightning.
At that very moment, a green shadow lunged forward.
A delicate white finger traced out a lingering light, pointing at the crimson lightning.
Chi... Chichichichi...
Crack!
Crack-crack-crack!
Boom!!
The crimson lightning exploded, dazzling the world, arcs of electricity danced, retreating swiftly with the light!
Such brilliance could instantaneously blind mortals, and blind cultivators for days or even months, while the concealed arcs of electricity turned the nearby radius of several miles into a dead zone, where all living creatures perished.
After this strike, the heavenly lightning molten dissipated, which signified that the small Celestial Tribulation had passed.
Song Yan then retracted the Changwang Melting Furnace prayer beads, took a deep breath, and then looked at Ningxin Ancestor who had protected him, saying: "Thank you for your assistance, Ancestor."
Ningxin Ancestor gazed at this man with a complex expression; she had intimate experiences with him using a method difficult for ordinary people to accept. She thought she knew enough about him, but the strand of crimson lightning made her realize he might still be hiding other secrets.
Her enchanting eyes flowed over the manβs present form.
Clothes completely destroyed, skin red and purple, severe burns, with faint traces of purple lightning arcs stretching and leaping between flesh and blood.
This indicated that the recent Celestial Tribulation genuinely intended to kill him, not just a test.
Swish!
A brocade robe suddenly descended from the void, floating gently onto Song Yan.
"Why?" Ningxin Ancestor asked.
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