The moment the thunderclouds came over, Xu Lanxi knew that something was going to happen.
Ninety-nine heavenly tribulations, ninety-nine and eighty-one thunders, he has withstood eighty of them. There was not a single piece of good flesh on his body, seventeen of the demon bones were broken, the demon elixir was cracked three times, and even the soul was about to be torn apart. But Xu Lanxi was still laughing, smiling like a madman.
"Come on!" He shouted to the sky, his whole body covered in blood, "The last one won't kill me, I will go up and smash all the tablets of you gods!"
Tianjie was not polite to him.
The 81st thunderbolt, purple-gold in color, as thick as a water tank, struck directly from the sky. Xu Lanxi circulated the demonic energy all over his body and carried it hard. With a loud bang, the entire Tribulation Platform exploded into powder, and all the hills within a hundred miles were flattened.
Xu Lanxi knelt on one knee and gasped for air. The magic elixir was broken and the soul was scattered, but he was still alive.
To live is to win.
