Chapter 1122: No Way to Escape from the Sin

He had also experienced thunder tribulation, but it was completely incomparable to the thunder tribulation in front of him. Just the fluctuation of the breath emitted from the tribulation cloud made him 100% sure that even if ten of himself were added together, they would definitely not be able to withstand it!

"Heavenly punishment of thunder."

Yang Fan narrowed his eyes.

Although this ghost pestle is not a civilization heavy weapon like the Mountain River Cauldron, after Yang Fan's refining just now, it has been transformed into a real magic weapon with spiritual wisdom born from the resentment of all living beings, and will naturally attract the thunder of heavenly punishment.

However, in comparison, the scale of the heavenly punishment of thunder this time is much smaller than the last time in space.

Without the slightest panic on his face, Yang Fan slowly loosened his right hand, and the ghost pestle fell directly into the pit on the ground with the tip facing down, and disappeared in an instant.

Seemingly aware of the threat that the ghost pestle would bring to himself, the Kunlun Ancestral Dragon Vein roared incessantly, and there was a hint of fear and uneasiness in his voice.

Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a hint of indifference, and he made a gesture with his hands to control the ghost pestle: "Go!"

A few seconds later, the Kunlun Mountains suddenly shook violently, and a dragon roar full of pain and anger came from the depths of the earth veins.

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However, this is not the end. There was a thunder that made the sky collapse and the earth split. The entire Kunlun territory was instantly illuminated by a white light. A power of heavenly punishment that was enough to terrify the powerful Yuanying Great Perfection people descended from the depths of the thundercloud vortex to the mortal world. A lightning as thick as a wrist instantly hit the small fist hole in front of Yang Fan.

"Ang——"

A shrill wail suddenly came from under the earth veins.

Countless viewers of the live broadcast were stunned by this scene, especially when they heard the long wail that resounded through the world, many people couldn't help but shudder.

Next, lightning bolts fell one after another, although they were all aimed at the ghost pestle, because the ghost pestle had already nailed the body of the ancestral dragon vein, most of the power of the heavenly punishment thunder was transferred to the Kunlun ancestral dragon vein.

In less than a minute, a full 9981 lightning bolts fell into the fist hole. The sound of dragons howling in the Kunlun territory never stopped. In the end, the wailing became weaker and weaker, and the power of the ancestral dragon that enveloped the world was almost completely dissipated.

Countless people watching the live broadcast were stunned at the same time. It’s not that they haven’t seen thunder before, but like in the picture, dozens of thunders fell from a thundercloud and hit the same place continuously, which is unheard of.

Fortunately, from the picture, none of these thunders hit Situ Qiu.

“Master, don’t you really intend to cut off the Kunlun ancestral dragon vein in this way?” Situ Qiu’s eyes twitched slightly.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that the ancestor of the dragon veins in the world was like a toy in Yang Fan's hands, and he could make it live or die.

When the last lightning fell, the purple vortex cloud above "Qixian Mountain" quickly converged and finally disappeared into a black dot.

"It's done." Yang Fan said lightly, as if he had just done something insignificant.

Situ Qiu was trembling with fear, because at this time he could no longer hear the wailing of the ancestral dragon vein, nor could he sense the breath of the ancestral dragon vein. He couldn't help but whispered: "Master, you won't really kill it, right?"

"The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped. The ghost pestle has been nailed into its reverse scales, and coupled with the heavenly punishment of thunder just now, it is enough for it to be honest for a thousand or eight hundred years..."