"Senior Hong!"

Zhao Chu never expected that Hongduanya would appear at this time.

"Don't be distracted, concentrate on overcoming the tribulation!"

"You are really careless this time. The power contained in this heart cannot be consumed by anyone, and it is not something you can face at the moment. The fact that you can live for so long is because you are lucky!"

This time we met, Hong Duanya had aged a lot.

"Senior Hong, didn't you say that ghost-faced butterflies only come out in the realm of reincarnation!"

Zhao Chu was stunned.

"With your foundation, as long as you break through to the realm of transcending tribulation, you will immediately achieve Great Consummation. At that time, the Grimace Butterfly will have absorbed enough power of resurrection, and you will be in danger by then."

Hong Cliff Road.

"Senior Hong, what exactly is this grimace butterfly? Why is it so scary?"

Zhao Chu was confused.

Since being suppressed by the demon mirror, this ghost-faced butterfly has never appeared again.

Zhao Chu originally thought that the monster had disappeared, but who knew that Hong Duanya still regarded it as his number one enemy.

"The current situation is urgent and this is not the time to explain this."

"I will help you get this monster out now, and then you can direct all the power of the thunder ring to it."

"This is your only hope to overcome the tribulation. Of course, the process will be very dangerous. You must be careful at all times. If you cannot hold on, end the tribulation immediately."

"If your cultivation is gone, you can still practice again. If your life is gone, everything is over."

Hong Duanya warned with a cold face.

"Yeah, I understand!"

Zhao Chu nodded.

In his memory, Hong Duanya's expression had never been so solemn.

"Boom!"

In the next breath, Hong Duanya kneaded the magic formula with his hands. At the same time, his face continued to age.

"Senior Hong, you... uh... ah..."

Zhao Chu couldn't bear to see Hongduanya aged.

But the next breath he took was so painful that he almost fainted.

Along the way, Zhao Chu experienced countless severe pains.

But every pore was feeling the pain of being cut. This was the first time he tasted it.

Peel off.

It's really peeling off.

Thoroughly peeling off every pore and every meridian.

You know, it is impossible to count how many pores and meridians there are in the human body.

But Hongduoya is able to be so meticulous.

That ghost-faced butterfly is really hateful. It doesn't spare any meridians and is everywhere.

Zhao Chuqiang endured the severe pain and could not let himself pass out, otherwise all his previous efforts would be wasted.

In Zhao Chu's world, time feels very long, and every second is like ten thousand years.

But in fact, only a few seconds passed.

Just when the 83rd thunderstorm fell, a scarlet blood mist appeared in Zhao Chu's dantian.

Zhao Chu observed it, and in the center of the blood mist, there were many scarlet red threads, which seemed to be hair strands, like meridians, which was indescribably weird.

Boom!

The thunder disaster comes as expected.

This time, the foundation of Zhao Chu's Dantian was not damaged.

I don't know what kind of magical power Hong Duanya used. All the power of the thunder ring hit the bloody thin line.

…

"Damn, damn broken mirror!"

"After such a long time, you group of fugitives are still not dead, aren't you still dead?"

"Old guy, why are you going against me, why."

distortion!

Under the bombardment of the thunder slurry, the blood mist twisted crazily, like a mess of ugly mud.

Then, the voice that was neither male nor female, neither old nor young, neither yin nor yang appeared in Zhao Chu's mind again.

It was a long-lost voice, but Zhao Chu still remembered it freshly.

Hong Duanya ignored the roar of the blood mist at all. His hair was gray, but his eyes were piercing, and his two eyeballs were like forged pure gold, shining with a golden edge.

Zhao Chu was in severe pain all over his body, and he tried his best just to keep breathing.

really!

Under the obstruction of the blood mist, the 83rd lightning disaster was easily overcome.

Next, it’s the 84th time!

Do it the same way.

Zhao Chu only needed to endure the severe pain and defend himself against the bombardment of divine thoughts from his mind.

…

85 times!

88 times!

92 times!

…

Unknowingly, Zhao Chu had supported it 95 times!

And the blood mist completely formed a complete grimace.

Unfortunately, under the terrifying impact of the thunder ring, the ghostly face collapsed as soon as it took shape.

Zhao Chu could clearly see that after the Grimace Butterfly collapsed, countless blood mist was absorbed by his bones again.

That’s right!

Hong Duanya extracted the grimace butterfly from his own meridians bit by bit.

After being crushed by the thunder ring, the material that made up the Grimace Butterfly was reabsorbed into Zhao Chu's bones.

This is simply a cycle.

This is a good thing. It is not difficult for Zhao Chu to notice that after being absorbed by the bones, the blood mist has completely become his own energy.

You know, Zhao Chu couldn't feel it at all when the grimace butterfly was attached to the depths of his bloodline.

As a large amount of the blood mist was extracted, Zhao Chu's severe pain also weakened sharply, and instead, another strange resilience appeared in his bones.

Until the 96th time the thunder ring fell, Zhao Chu no longer suffered from severe pain.

…

"Old beast, why do you want to kill me? Why!"

"I could have succeeded in seizing the body, I could have been resurrected, I could have returned to my hometown."

"Why do you want to kill me."

"Damn thunder."

"I'm not willing to give in!"

No danger.

Although Zhao Chu was a little unbelievable, this ghost-faced butterfly was indeed gradually shattered by the thunder ring under the suppression of Hong Cliff.

Its unwilling voice was like fingernails scratching glass, indescribably sharp and creepy.

And Zhao Chu heard a deep sense of unwillingness in the voice of the grimace butterfly.

"Cunning boy, your end will be miserable. Remember what I said, you must work hard to practice and collect time fragments. You must work hard."

"I'm not willing to give in, I'm not willing to give in!"

The thunder ring fell 97 times, and the evil face butterfly finally disappeared.

Zhao Chu observed a detail.

During this period, there were several times when Ghostface Butterfly seemed to want to say something to Zhao Chu, and whenever that happened, Hong Duanya would always suppress Ghostface Butterfly.

In the end, Hong Duanya completely became an octogenarian, as frail as an old man waiting to die in the countryside.

And Zhao Chu's bones were now completely forged into a blood-red color by the blood mist of the Grimace Butterfly.

Like blood-colored emerald, it is magnificent.

Very tough.
To be continued...