Chapter 1180 (1/2)

”Even if a monk in the Xuxu period gets caught by the three color thunder, I'm afraid there will be life worries. It's too difficult for a monk in the period of transforming God to take it hard!”

The wind perishes looking at this scene, the heart can not help but sigh.

At the moment, Lin Haoming's eyes were suddenly narrowed, but Lin Haoming's eyes were suddenly narrowed in order to shoot his eyes.

After absorbing the cold flame beads, Lin Haoming's whole body soared in this circle, and then a white light was emitted directly from the long angle of his head.

The white light hits the tricolor lightning, which makes the falling tricolor lightning slow down immediately. However, although it blocks the falling speed of the other party, the white light is obviously defeated. The tricolor lightning still suppresses the white light at a very fast speed.

At this time, the most frightening scene appeared. Lin Haoming was reckless and flew directly to the sky thunder with two fists.

”Boom

This amazing blow shocked everyone. While Lin Haoming's huge fist shadow hit the tricolor sky thunder, along with the earth shaking sound, the whole person was blown back to the ground, and even the grassland was smashed out of a huge pit.

Lin Haoming finally rushed to the sky thunder scene, so that all people can not speak, but at the moment he is particularly silent lying in the pit.

”Is he dead?”

”Or did not pass the last blow?”

……

For a moment, countless thoughts came into being in everyone's heart, and Xuanyuan Wenyu looked at Lin Haoming lying in the pit, subconsciously trying to rush out.

However, when she rushed out, she was suddenly grabbed by Dongfang Ping.

”Grandfather Ping, let me go!” Xuanyuan Wenyu yelled.

”Don't worry, he's still alive. It's time for him to take advantage of him. If you risk the past, it will cause punishment.”

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Wenyu was surprised, followed by a burst of ecstasy from the depths of his heart, and at this time, the original dark clouds suddenly turned into colorful colors, thunder disappeared from the clouds, and then the colorful clouds began to pour colorful rain on the Pujiang River. However, the rain seemed to be alive and just fell on Lin Haoming alone.

At the moment, Lin Haoming, who has lost consciousness, only feels a burst of tenderness. It seems that he has returned to the human world and nestled with his beloved. It seems that in his initial memory, there was once a woman holding her young self like a mother.

Lin Haoming has a lot of thoughts in his mind, but no matter how much he thinks, he only hopes to be able to go on like this all the time and enjoy the warmth that he lacks most.