Chapter 655 Nine-Step Heavenly Monument (Three Thousand Five)

What fell was blood.

Ron's blood.

In the rolling dark clouds, Philomena could not see what Ron was like now.

He was injured.

The spear evolved from the sixth thunderbolt easily pierced through Ron's palm when he stretched out his right hand and tried to catch the thunderbolt.

No matter how hard the skin was, it could not withstand the power of the thunderbolt.

The spear tore through Ron's flesh and blood, then broke through Ron's bones, and penetrated directly into Ron's bone marrow along Ron's thick and long arm. Except for a little bit of the handle exposed outside, the rest of the spear had completely entered Ron's body.

Drops of scarlet traces slowly fell along the torn wound in Ron's palm.

Then, it shattered like ice crystals, exploding large pieces of blood, dazzling and severe, and creepy.

Does it hurt?

It hurts a little.

But this kind of pain is completely within the range that Ron can bear.

The handle of the spear that evolved from the sixth heavenly thunder was still shaking violently. It was obvious that Ron's right hand and arm were not the targets it wanted to attack. What it really wanted to destroy was Ron's head and Ron's soul.

The spear was shaking.

Trying to break free from Ron's hand.

But at this moment, Ron's left hand suddenly raised up and tapped the handle of the spear lightly. With a swish, the entire spear and the power of the sixth heavenly thunder were completely infused into Ron's right arm.

The next second, golden light shone on the surface of Ron's body.

Countless golden lights seemed to be affected by Ron's power and began to become crooked, like strange silk threads, wrapped around the right arm, trying to completely digest the sixth heavenly thunder in the right arm.

Rumble...

At this moment, the power of the sixth heavenly thunder seemed unwilling to be absorbed by Ron like this, and exploded in Ron's arm.

In an instant, a scarlet ring suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. Even the dark clouds could not cover its light, just like a huge red moon hanging in the sky.

Ron groaned and stepped back.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and his face looked a little pale.

Looking at Ron's current appearance, his entire right arm has disappeared, from skin, flesh to bones, everything has disappeared completely.

The explosive impact, like a raging storm, and as if it were a tsunami that could engulf the entire city, hit Ron's chest heavily, with several crisp clicks in the middle. Ron's chest suddenly sank, and several ribs were broken under this violent impact.

Tsk.

Mixed with blood foam, Ron made an unclear sound.

The muscles on his eyebrows, cheeks and lips twitched slightly, and several broken bones poked into his heart. That feeling was not good.

As expected of a thunderbolt, this destructive power is truly terrifying.

Ron dared to believe that, in the entire Dusk Continent, apart from himself, there should be no other existence in the realm of destruction who could withstand the sixth thunderbolt.

His soul was trembling.

The sixth thunderbolt was more damaging to the soul than the previous five thunderbolts combined. His spiritual space was in turmoil, and his soul could only curl up in a corner, enduring waves of impact.

Boom.

At this moment, lightning bolts once again emerged from the dark clouds.

The originally dark world was covered by dazzling bright lights.

The seventh thunderbolt appeared without martial ethics.

According to the trading rules, a certain amount of time must be left between every two thunderbolts to allow the practitioner to recover from his injuries.

But it was obvious that the operator of the robbery cloud no longer intended to abide by this rule. As for what price he would pay after violating the rules, the operator of the robbery cloud no longer had any thoughts to think about.

At this moment, he just wanted to completely destroy this cockroach that could not be chopped or killed.

Even if he might suffer a backlash, even if he had to pay a huge price, he had to kill Ron.

This guy was too weird.

This was already the sixth thunderbolt, but he couldn't kill Ron, and even only caused Ron to suffer a minor injury. Once such a weird existence really allowed Ron to grow up, the threat it brought was immeasurable.

The manipulator behind the scenes, the last guy who survived the nine-tribulation thunderbolt was named... Archibald.

Blasphemer.

Several gods died at the hands of this guy.

Even the repairman had one eye dug out by this guy.

This was the result of realizing that something was wrong, and the heavens had taken action in advance. If this guy was given a few hundred years... no, even if it was just a few decades or a few years to develop, it would probably not be the repairman's eyes that were taken away, but the repairman's entire head.

For this kind of existence beyond common sense, even if it costs a price, it must be nipped in the bud in the bud.

Unlike the previous thunderbolts.

The seventh wave of thunderbolts was not just one lightning bolt, but countless.

In an instant, the dense dark clouds were filled with traces of lightning flashing rapidly.

The lightning jumped and raged.

The breath of destruction swept across a large area, not sparing any corner.

Rumble...

Accompanied by a thunderous roar, dense arcs of electricity fell.

Some lightning bolts failed to fall on Ron, deviated from the original trajectory, and hit the Dulles Mountains. Poor Dulles Mountains, the peaks have collapsed, and even the 800-meter mountain range has been suppressed deep into the earth. The barrier that originally separated the orcs and humans was once again severely damaged at this time.

Every time a lightning bolt fell, large pieces of rubble flew everywhere.

The solid, huge, 5,000-6,000-meter-high mountain range was completely turned into tofu dregs at this moment.

Almost in an instant, the mountain range with a length of at least tens of thousands of meters was directly destroyed, turning into broken and angular rubble on the ground.

Philomena couldn't even resist the impact of the destructive atmosphere rippling in the air. She had to let her body retreat again, and at the same time, she was more worried about Ron's situation.

This is already the seventh thunderbolt.

Is it not over yet?

Really not yet.

Ron was in a miserable state in the entanglement of dark clouds.

His huge body had long been broken, starting from the left shoulder and spreading to the lower abdomen, half of his body had disappeared.

A large number of internal organs slowly squirmed out of his body, and half of his head on the right side no longer existed, with a charred patch on the torn wound.

Even so, there were still a lot of arcs entangled in Ron. Every time the arc flashed, every time the crackling sound was heard, a piece of flesh and blood would be blown away, and a section of the internal organs would turn into black charcoal.

Some arcs even entangled together and evolved into strange life forms, like humans, but crawling on the ground, drilling into Ron's body along Ron's torn wounds, gnawing at Ron's internal organs.

The whole body was almost completely paralyzed.

Only the left eyeball was still rotating slowly, indicating that Ron was not completely dead yet, he was still alive.

At this moment, if there was a person with a little less courage, seeing Ron's appearance, he would probably be frightened to insanity, right?

Does it still hurt?

I don't know.

Ron has completely lost consciousness.

That damn, unethical bastard didn't give Ron any time to rest and prepare. In this wave, except for a few lightning bolts that accidentally exploded on the Dulles Mountains, the power of the other tens of thousands of lightning bolts was almost all absorbed by Ron.

This is very disadvantageous for Ron. Without any preparation and in a state of physical injury, the seventh thunderbolt directly caused serious damage to Ron. If Ron could be given a little time to prepare, he would never be so embarrassed.

Ron even felt that his will had become scattered and stiff, and he even lost the ability to think for a while.

However, for Ron, the real crisis has just begun.

The controller of the robbery cloud is obviously very satisfied with Ron's current half-dead state. In his eyes, he only needs one last step to completely bury Ron and solve this heretic who stirs up trouble in the Dusk Continent.

The killing intent arises.

Rumble... Rumble...

In the dimly lit world, arcs of electricity bring a fleeting brightness to this world.

In the dense arcs of electricity, two lightnings are particularly dazzling.

The first lightning is formed by the entanglement of countless thick electric currents.

The lightning keeps wriggling in the air, changing its own form, and the current is gradually lengthening, and finally it turns into a terrifying electric python that is at least a kilometer long. Even Ron's huge body of hundreds of meters tall seems particularly small in front of this electric python, not worth mentioning at all.

This is the eighth thunder of heaven, called body shattering.

This thunder of heaven will not cause any harm to the soul, but the damage to the body is increased to the limit.

No matter how powerful the body is, it is destined to turn into ashes under this thunder of heaven.

Even when Archibald was crossing the tribulation a thousand years ago, he could not withstand this thunder of heaven. If Archibald did not have some other means, he would have died under this thunder of heaven.

The second lightning was formed by countless electric arcs.

The whole body was in the shape of a scimitar and was extremely sharp.

This was the ninth heavenly thunder, named Soul-Severing.

This lightning would not cause any harm to the flesh.

But similarly, the flesh would not cause any obstacle to this heavenly thunder at all. It could directly ignore the target's flesh and attack the target's soul directly, which was equivalent to having a 100% defense-breaking effect.

Unless there was a special secret method for the soul, otherwise, no power could resist the attack of Soul-Severing.

A heavenly thunder targeted the flesh.

A heavenly thunder targeted the soul.

The eighth and ninth heavenly thunders appeared at the same time.

This damn robbery cloud operator really didn't give me any chance to survive.

Even though Ron's spirit was fluctuating, he couldn't help but feel a strong anger in his deep consciousness.

The tattered half of his face was even twisted together because of this strong anger. The bloody face looked hideous, and it was even more horrifying to look at it now.

That look was like a terrifying ghost coming out of the abyss of hell, or a ferocious beast from the wild times, trying to devour someone.

His single right eye stared at the two thunders ready to be launched.

Okay, okay, okay, is this how we play it?

With extreme hatred and anger, Ron slowly raised his right hand.

There was almost no good flesh left on the entire right arm, and traces of white bones could be seen everywhere.

Even this white bone was pitted by lightning.

The arm bones even looked a little twisted.

Although this arm still existed, it was no different from not existing.

But at this moment, Ron was struggling to control this arm, facing the dark clouds above his head, and the five pale finger bones were slightly bent, as if they were holding something extremely heavy. Every movement was so slow, and Ron grinned:

"Nine-step Heavenly Monument!"

Chapter 1 is here