Boom!
The lightning halberd collided with Big Tooth, producing an earth-shattering sound. Terrifying air waves surged in all directions.
A figure flew back thousands of meters like a kite with a broken string. He staggered back more than ten steps in the air before he managed to stand firm.
Puff!
Ding Ning's face changed between green and red. He felt a little better after spitting out a mouthful of blood. For the first time, his eyes showed seriousness. He stared at the Thunder General as if he was facing a great enemy.
No, he had to admit that he had underestimated the Thunder General's strength …
No, strictly speaking, he had underestimated its insidiousness.
The Thunder General's lightning halberd seemed to be made of golden lightning, but in fact, it contained the invisible thunder from before, which made him suffer a loss due to his carelessness.
The invisible thunder entered his body along Big Tooth, wantonly destroying everything in his body.
Fortunately, he had suppressed a wisp of invisible thunder before, and his body's immunity to this thunder had greatly increased. In addition, he had decisively simulated the aura of the invisible thunder with the spiritual power in his body, causing the foreign invisible thunder to be at a loss and settle down. Otherwise, even if he did not die on the spot, he was afraid that he would be seriously injured.
But even so, he was secretly complaining in his heart. The level of this invisible thunder was too high, far beyond any power of thunder and lightning he had encountered before. He could not completely analyze this thunder in a short time. He could only temporarily simulate the aura to deceive it and make it settle down, but he could not truly transform the spiritual power into invisible thunder.
Therefore, he needed time to analyze and crack the invisible thunder and truly transform it into his own power.
But it was obvious that the Thunder General would not give him this time. Without hesitation, he struck with his halberd again. The golden lightning snake danced wildly, and the cold power of heaven shook the world.
Ding Ning was very helpless. He did not dare to take it head-on. He could only use the Unrivaled Move to deal with the Thunder General to buy time, and strive to analyze the composition of the invisible thunder and turn it into his own as soon as possible.
As the saying goes, danger and opportunity coexist. He had a hunch that once he mastered the invisible thunder, his strength would have another qualitative leap.
A hundred miles away, hundreds of flying boats gathered together, looking like a dark mass.
Although they came from different forces, because they had a common enemy, Ding Ning, these people had a tacit understanding to unite.
They had also received orders from their superiors to eliminate Ding Ning at all costs, even if they had to sacrifice their lives.
This made them sad, angry, and helpless. They were just the peripheral members of the major forces. The highest cultivation among them was a Demigod, and the lowest cultivation was only in the God Martial Arts Realm.
To put it bluntly, they were just a motley crew put together at the last minute. Even if there were more than a thousand of them, they did not have any confidence that they could kill Ding Ning.
After all, even ants lived without purpose, let alone cultivators like them. They had painstakingly cultivated for decades, and no one was willing to risk their lives against others. However, they did not dare to disobey the orders of their superiors.
At this moment, seeing Ding Ning spit blood after being struck by the terrifying Thunder General's halberd, everyone's spirits were lifted. They seemed to see the hope of killing him.
"Wait, wait for the Heavenly Tribulation to pass. Even if Ding Ning doesn't die, he'll definitely be heavily injured. At that time, we'll attack together and finish him off in one go."
The one who opened the door was an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion. He originally had a sage-like temperament, but at this moment, his face was ferocious and he looked extremely evil.
Behind him, Abacus's eyes shone brightly. No one knew what he was planning.
"That's right. Once Ding Ning is heavily injured, we'll attack together. With so many people here, what can he do no matter how powerful he is?"
The leader of the Death God Hall was a middle-aged man with a pair of crooked eyebrows and hawk-like eyes. He stared coldly at Ding Ning, who was dealing with the Thunder General, and said with a murderous look.
This person was the real Hall Master of the Death God Hall. Although he sounded tough, he was secretly nervous.
On the surface, his position was the same as the Hall Master of the Death God Hall. However, not only was his actual battle strength far inferior, but the strength of his subordinates was also incomparable to that of the Divine Sons and Divine Slaves.
However, he had no choice. The true experts of the Inner Hall of the Death God Hall could not come out, and the Outer Hall of the Death God Hall was completely annihilated. As the Hall Master of the Death God Hall, he could only be forced to carry out this mission that was almost certain death.
"What kind of Heavenly Tribulation is this? How could it be so terrifying? Did Ding Ning's cultivation break through again? "
The leader of the Lightning Divine Hall was a young man whose body was surrounded by strands of lightning energy. However, the more one cultivated in lightning arts, the more they could sense how terrifying this heavenly tribulation was, causing a hint of undetectable fear to appear in his eyes.
"Who cares? It's best if Ding Ning dies to the Heavenly Tribulation. That way, we won't be in trouble later."
The leader of the Dragon God Hall was a middle-aged woman. She also had the cultivation of a demigod. She squinted at Ding Ning and said with a hint of anticipation.
It had to be said that the people of the three halls had been utterly terrified by Ding Ning's repeated defeats. In particular, they, who had come to 'die' under orders, felt fear towards Ding Ning from the bottom of their hearts. As a matter of fact, they even developed some dissatisfaction towards the inner hall.
"Hmph, if you're afraid, the Amaterasu Divine Palace will be the first to attack later. We'll definitely kill this bastard."
The Japanese devils had always been arrogant. Even though they were extremely fearful of Ding Ning, their natural arrogance still made the leader of the Amaterasu Divine Palace, Enzo, speak haughtily.
Although the expressions of the various organisations were rather ugly, surprisingly, no one retorted. Since there was an idiot who was willing to take the lead, they were naturally happy to see it happen.
"There's no need for you to do anything. I'll be enough to kill this bastard alone later and avenge my junior brother Vetuo."
The leader of the Po Luo sect was a dark-skinned, skinny monk. He was in his thirties or forties and had an ordinary appearance, but his eyes shone brightly. Out of everyone present, he was probably the only one who truly did not fear Ding Ning.
"If that's the case, we'll just wait for holy monk Jiayin to demonstrate his might."
Scenic Mountain Enzo's eyes flickered, and he smiled slightly as he flattered. He even glanced disdainfully at the various major forces. He secretly calculated in his heart that when Jiayin and Ding Ning were both injured, he would immediately make a move. The credit of killing Ding Ning would definitely belong to him.
He had blurted out that he wanted to take the lead in order to mock the martial arts world of Anping. He did not expect that none of them would say anything, which made him regret it. Now that there was an idiot who wanted to take the lead, it would be strange if he did not go along with the flow.
Moreover, Jiayin was different from the peripheral members of the various forces. He was Vetuo's senior brother and also a rare genius disciple of the Po Luo sect. It was said that his strength was infinitely close to that of a peerless demigod.
Vetuo's death before he could succeed had damaged the reputation of the Po Luo sect. As the second descendant of the Po Luo sect, Jiayin was naturally proud and arrogant. That was why he wanted to kill Ding Ning in public to save face and at the same time build momentum for himself to come out.
The various forces tacitly maintained their silence and sneered in their hearts. The Japanese devil and the Indian Hindustani were still as arrogant and conceited as ever. Since they wanted to take the lead, they naturally could not ask for more.
Just as the various forces were scheming against each other with ulterior motives, they did not notice that there was also a flying boat floating more than ten miles behind them.
There were hundreds of black-robed, dark-golden masked men on the flying boat. They were staring coldly at Ding Ning, who was fighting with the Golden Armor Thunder General.
If there was a force that had an irreconcilable hatred with Ding Ning, it would naturally be the Descendants of God Organization. Ding Ning was finally alone, so how could they miss this heaven-sent opportunity?
The Descendants of God Organization was determined to kill Ding Ning, who was a major threat to them. Therefore, this time, they had sent a total of 350 Venerable Level Saints to carry out the killing mission.
In the hierarchy of the Descendants of God Organization, there was no such term as Demigod. Demigods were called Venerable Level Saints by them, which meant: the supreme of the Saints.
This was also the strongest combat force that the Descendants of God Organization was known to the world on the surface. However, their numbers were far beyond people's imagination. Even within the organization, most people only thought that there were only 40 to 50 such Saints.
Ding Ning had no time to pay attention to other things, so naturally, he did not realize that the crisis was constantly approaching. At this moment, he was multitasking. While he was trying his best to avoid the storm-like attacks of the Thunder General, he was also frantically deducing in his mind. He was constantly refining and dissecting the invisible thunder.
The scientific practice method allowed him to master a set of formulas to quickly analyze the rules. Although this invisible thunder was something more advanced than the rules, it might be the order of the rules, or it might be a more advanced kind of energy, but for him, it was the same principle. The composition of everything in the world was actually the same as building a building. No matter how high a building was, it was built by piling up the most basic things.
No matter what this invisible thunder was, it was still a way of expressing thunder and lightning in essence. What he needed to do was to continuously arrange and combine the lowest level of thunder and lightning rules to deduce the final combination of invisible thunder and lightning.
This kind of project was undoubtedly extremely huge. Normally, even if he spent several months, he might not be able to deduce it.
But in the case of a ready-made "blueprint", this kind of project became not so complicated. It was just a kind of reverse deduction, and it would not be useless at all.
Therefore, in less than ten minutes, he basically deduced it in reverse, and his eyes showed a touch of joy.
Boom!
After a roar in his brain, Ding Ning quickly changed from extreme movement to extreme stillness. He stood there motionless as if he had been hit by a paralysis spell, letting the thunder halberd penetrate his chest.
"It's a pity, I wanted to kill this guy with my own hands, but I didn't expect him to be so weak that he can't even pass the Heaven's Retribution."
Holy Monk Jiayin looked expressionlessly at Ding Ning, who was held on the tip of the halberd like a doll without the ability to resist, and said regretfully.
The people of the major forces did not have the same thoughts as him. They all breathed a sigh of relief, and their faces showed joy. With Ding Ning's death, they did not have to risk their lives, and they could also report to their superiors. This was a happy situation for everyone.
On the other side, the disciples of the major hidden forces who came out to travel all sighed with deep regret. They were still waiting to see a fierce battle, and the shocking battle of the major forces encircling Ding Ning.
They did not expect Ding Ning to die like this, and there was no more fun to watch. This made them sigh.
The joy in Huangfu Jingran's eyes was not concealed at all. He gritted his teeth and sneered: "This kid is too weak, he can't even pass the Heaven's Retribution. Humph, he really got off lightly."
Others looked at him strangely, and secretly shook their heads and sneered. Just Heaven's Retribution? Why don't you try to make a Heaven's Retribution of the Golden Armor Thunder General? He really got off lightly, but he still pretended to be innocent.
But the Huangfu family was strong enough, and Huangfu Jingran had always been vengeful. No one was willing to provoke him for no reason. Feeling that there was no fun to watch, they all turned around and were about to leave.
"Something is wrong, that guy is not dead, he seems to be … devouring the power of Heaven's Retribution."
A sharp-eyed disciple of the hidden forces was about to turn around and leave, but he felt that something was wrong from the corner of his eyes. He looked carefully, and he couldn't help but tremble and exclaim.
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