Hundreds of mysterious thunders created deep craters on the ground, and countless cracks spread out from the center. Some cracked all the way to the bottom of the river, and some penetrated into the mountains. There was a faint crackling sound in Jiangsong Mountain, and the rumbling sound spread for more than a hundred miles, making people panic.
When the huge wave hit directly, it even smashed a mountain directly, the rolling stones fell into pieces, and boundless water mist spread in the heavy rain.
When this wave of river tide receded, the huge pit created by the thunder was clearly revealed------In the deep pit that was darkened by thunder and lightning, Zu Hong was sitting cross-legged, holding both hands. He put his hands together and recited the scriptures in a deep voice.
It's just that the golden bell covering his body has been destroyed, and the white linen monk's clothes are full of burnt black holes, mixed with the blood flowing out, which makes him look horrifying and embarrassing.
He coughed a few more times while chanting sutras, and fine blood foam overflowed from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. But the red spots on his face were still creeping towards the Ming Palace, almost within reach of the formation.
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