149: Chapter 149 Brother Lei, those seven ants are doomed!

Jiang Lan's heart tightened instantly.

His expression shifted rapidly.

He hurriedly shot a meaningful look at Boss Gao.

Boss Gao, living up to his background in the Jianghu,

was very observant,

and immediately understood Jiang Lan's meaning.

"Hey, I have something to discuss with you in private."

"Come outside with me for a moment."

Boss Gao hoisted the Old Chinese Medicine Doctor onto his shoulder.

Under the dumbfounded gazes of the crowd,

he carried the Old Chinese Medicine Doctor out of the main hall.

Above Shu Mountain, a ten-thousand-mile tribulation cloud condensed.

Within the tribulation cloud, nine thousand-zhang black Thunder Dragons were constantly churning,

emitting continuous crackling sounds of thunder.

In the very center of the thundercloud,

stood two Immortals, one fat and one thin.

That's right!

These two were the lowest-level Minor Thunder Gods of the Thunder Immortal Sect.

The thin Thunder God was named Dawn Thunder.

The fat Thunder God was named Thunderclap.

The Skinny Thunder God gazed at the seven people on the Mount Shu Main Peak who were currently breaking their cores to form Nascent Souls.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"You fat pig, look!"

"Those seven people down there are all top-quality Nascent Souls!"

"They'll be crispy and fragrant, and they'll burst with juice in our mouths~"

"Just thinking about it is exciting!"

"We'll each eat one, and then we'll trade the remaining five for Immortal Coins."

"That'll be enough to feed us for decades!"

"Hiss—"

The fat Thunder God pointed at Shushan Old Ancestor Yuhengzi and the three Corpse Kings hovering above Shu Mountain.

He sucked in a cold breath.

"Brother Lei, that person looks like a tough character."

"He doesn't seem like someone to mess with."

"Look at those three Corpse Kings."

"They are all at the Peak Tribulation Crossing Stage!"

"How about we wait another two days?"

"Let's find a softer target to squeeze."

"Let's hurry back to the Thunder Immortal Sect!"

The Skinny Thunder God was displeased upon hearing this.

He reached out and grabbed one of the fat ears,

giving it a vicious twist.

"Ow... it hurts! Brother Lei, I know I was wrong."

"I'll follow your lead!"

"I'll risk my life to blast them all to death!"

"As long as no Great Emperor from the Lower Realm intervenes,"

"no one can harm us brothers!"

"Don't forget, you are an Immortal!"

"What is there to fear from the ants of the Lower Realm?"

The Skinny Thunder God released the ear that had been twisted like a pretzel.

He took out an Immortal Soul Bottle.

"Brother Lei! That's awesome, you still have stock left?"

"What else is there to eat?"

"The souls of the last two Rat Demons."

"One for each of us."

"Once we've eaten and regained our strength,"

"we must blast this group of people to death!"

"Otherwise, the two of us will surely starve!"

"Here, this one is yours."

When the fat Thunder God heard it was a Rat Demon,

he instantly wilted.

The fat Thunder God took the soul of the terrified Rat Demon.

Enduring the disgust, he took a bite.

The fat Thunder God didn't even dare to chew,

swallowing it directly.

He was so nauseated he almost vomited it back out!

How could that taste be described?

It was like a large man with sweaty feet,

wearing thick cotton socks and heavy boots in the middle of winter,

walking for dozens of hours,

and then taking off the cotton socks and rubbing them vigorously against your tongue!

The thin and fat Thunder Gods,

just like that, gagged as they swallowed the Rat Demon souls whole!

But despite the disgust,

once the Rat Demon souls were down,

the two Thunder Gods were instantly filled with Spiritual Qi, and their hunger vanished.

"Fatty, get to work!"

"You got it! Brother Lei, watch me!"

Suddenly!

Within the ten-thousand-mile tribulation cloud above Shu Mountain,

lightning flashed and thunder roared.

After several scalp-numbing dragon roars,

nine thousand-zhang Thunder Dragons flew out,

blasting toward the seven people on the Mount Shu Main Peak who were about to form their Nascent Souls!

Yu Hengzi's face changed drastically.

His back went cold, and cold sweat instantly drenched his spine!

These nine thousand-zhang Thunder Dragons were all at the Peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm.

How was this possible?

Even for a Spirit Transformation Realm Heavenly Tribulation,

there would at most be one Spirit Transformation Realm Peak Thunder Dragon,

and nine dragons would never strike at once.

The way these damn heavens were acting,

it was clearly an attempt to blast all seven of his Disciples to death!

The Ancestor of Mount Shu quickly formed hand seals.

The word 'Saint' on his forehead shone with brilliant Immortal light.

The Taixu Realm's protective formation, the Three Corpses Soul Protection Formation, began to rotate slowly.

It formed a blood-colored shield outside the Taixu Realm.

The Peak Tribulation Crossing Stage pressure erupted from the three Corpse Kings.

The three Corpse Kings gripped iron chains as thick as arms,

smashing them toward the thousand-zhang Thunder Dragons!

A Corpse King punched the head of a thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon.

Blue blood splattered.

The thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon let out a roar toward the heavens.

Ignoring everything else, it charged directly toward the seven figures on the Mount Shu Main Peak!

While a Corpse King could defeat a thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon,

it couldn't kill one instantly.

The thousand-zhang Thunder Dragons disregarded their own lives,

charging forward relentlessly.

The Corpse Kings simply couldn't stop them all!

Nine thousand-zhang Thunder Dragons,

instantly slammed into the blood-colored shield.

A violent crashing sound erupted,

and spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread across the blood-colored shield!

Yu Hengzi's expression shifted repeatedly.

This Heavenly Tribulation was clearly determined to blast his seven Disciples to death.

And it wasn't even hiding its intent anymore;

it couldn't even be bothered to pretend!

Yu Hengzi frantically formed hand seals,

invoking a Three Corpses Unification Seal!

A very strange scene occurred.

The three Corpse Kings began to form seals simultaneously.

Muttering obscure and difficult ghost-tongue chants,

they actually began to merge together!

The void above the Taixu Realm was forcibly torn open,

and a Black stone sarcophagus over a hundred zhang long flew out!

The Black stone sarcophagus overflowed with ghostly Qi,

emanating the pressure of the Ghost King Realm!

The thousand-ton black stone coffin lid

was slapped aside!

The hundred-zhang tall Ten Thousand Year Corpse King soared into the air.

It mounted the head of a thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon,

exploding its skull with a single punch!

The Ten Thousand Year Corpse King flickered,

and punched downward again!

It crushed the head of another thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon!

Above the ten-thousand-mile tribulation cloud,

the fat and thin Thunder Gods

were drenched in sweat, their faces contorted.

The two of them poured Immortal power into the remaining seven thousand-zhang Thunder Dragons,

trying to quickly break through the blood shield.

As long as even one thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon reached the Mount Shu Main Peak,

it would surely blast those seven Cultivators to death!

"Brother Lei! That Corpse King is actually in the Ghost King Realm!"

"Should we stop?"

"Let's find a soft target in a few days."

"I'm begging you!"

The fat Thunder God's eyelids twitched wildly.

He had a bad premonition in his heart.

"You fat pig, have you ever seen a Thunder God killed by an ant from the Lower Realm?"

"Unless it's a Great Emperor,"

"no one else can even hurt you. What are you afraid of?"

"If you say one more word,"

"when we get back to the Thunder Immortal Sect, I'll skin you alive!"

Hearing this,

the fat Thunder God's body trembled with fear,

and he didn't dare speak again.

The Ten Thousand Year Corpse King killed one Thunder Dragon per punch,

clean and efficient!

Despite this!

With a loud "Boom!"

the blood shield was finally breached!

Two thousand-zhang Thunder Dragons still charged toward the Mount Shu Main Peak!

The Ten Thousand Year Corpse King flickered,

grabbing the head of one of the thousand-zhang Thunder Dragons.

After spinning several times in place,

it hurled the thousand-zhang Thunder Dragon away,

then flickered to catch up,

exploding the Thunder Dragon's head with a punch!

But in the end, one still reached the front of the Mount Shu Main Peak.

"Brother Lei, we're going to make it!"

"Those seven ants are as good as dead!"

"Our meal is secured!"

"We never have to eat those damn Rat Demons again!"

The fat Thunder God's face was full of ecstasy,

his chubby cheeks trembling with excitement.