Over the Zhanmeng Islands, a bright thunderbolt exploded, and with this thunderbolt, the originally bright sky suddenly became dark, and thick lead clouds seemed to appear out of thin air, rolling and spreading on the sea, and lightning flashed in the clouds
Jumping, an invisible pressure suddenly fell from the sky.
In an instant, there were still birds chirping and insects chirping, tigers roaring and apes croaking, and the vibrant Chamon Islands suddenly became quiet. In the face of the vast power of God, even the most unruly creatures had to bow their heads in submission to show awe.
However, in the center of the archipelago, on the most vast island, a young man in Taoist robes stood outside the Taoist palace with his head held high, looking up at the thunder rolling above his head. His expression was not only devoid of fear, but full of
joy,
"Finally here!"
Feng Bingwen, who had been practicing hard in seclusion for three months, looked at the endless calamity clouds above his head and felt the faint power of God filling the sea and sky, and felt quite happy in his heart.
“The scale looks great!”
The Heavenly Tribulation is the test and sanction imposed by Heaven on practitioners. Those with illusory foundations and those who are opportunistic in their practice will have no choice but to turn into ashes under the test of the Heavenly Tribulation. There is no second possibility.
Only those who have a solid foundation, study diligently and practice hard, and have a clear understanding of many realms can have the confidence to seize a chance of survival under the test of heavenly calamity, transform from cocoons into butterflies, reborn, and take further steps on the path to immortality.
However, the Supreme God of Heaven regards all things as stupid dogs. A talented monk with unparalleled talents will have no better chance of survival than a monk with a solid foundation and ordinary qualifications. If he is not careful, the chance of survival will be the same.
It was also a miserable end that turned into a handful of ashes.
Tianjiao has his own thunder calamity, and its intensity is naturally beyond the ability of ordinary monks to withstand. This is also the most fair test of Tianjiao's qualifications. After all, this is the result measured by the way of heaven. Who dares to question it?
Rumble——
The incandescent thunder shuttled through the dark clouds like a dragon and python, bringing light to the darkening world and at the same time making many living beings tremble with fear.
"Master, are you about to form a pill?"
A golden ape wearing Taoist robes stood not far from Feng Bingwen, but at this time, his terrifying demonic aura had been completely restrained, and he did not dare to reveal anything. If the aura leaked a little, he was judged by Heaven to interfere with the tribulation master.
, when the time comes, it will also lead to a catastrophe.
"No, I'm going to become an immortal!"
Feng Bingwen glanced at the extremely calm golden ape, with a serious expression and responded in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Become an immortal?"
Sun Yuansheng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed twice. He didn't know that the old man disliked him for asking nonsense.
"You are joking!"
"Stay back, don't interfere with my tribulation!"
Feng Bingwen's body was suspended in the air. Even if there were lightning and thunder above his head and thunder snakes dancing wildly, he was not afraid. He even tried to use the thunder method to see if he could control the thunder.
"Yes, sir!"
Although the eyes of Sun Yuansheng, the Transparent Golden Ape, were full of worry and anxiety, he also knew that he could not say anything more in such a situation.
But even so, the situation before him was really beyond his expectation, because how much time had passed since the old man announced that he was going to form a pill.
For a heterogeneous species like it that is born with strong blood, a hundred years is not even enough for it to reach adulthood. In just three months, if it sleeps seriously, it will waste more than this time.
In his opinion, the great master he recognized was really in a hurry, and there was no need to form the elixir so early. He could have spent a month or two to consolidate the foundation.
After reaching the realm of transcendence and cultivating to the highest and deepest levels, a monk's body is naturally different from that of ordinary people, and is fundamentally different from ordinary people. A young monk like Feng Bingwen can spend a month or two on it, and there is no need to be so impatient.
After all, this gentleman was just a mortal before, and he has not gotten rid of the mentality of a mortal who is eager for quick success and instant benefits, so he chases speed in everything. But the most important thing is not to seek speed when practicing. Those who seek speed will perish.
But it's useless to say anything now. The catastrophe has been triggered. Let's wait and see how the golden elixir he condensed is doing after the great master has passed the catastrophe. If it's a little short, we can also find some ways to make up for it.
Two - Nothing can't be changed, not even the golden elixir.
The elixir has no regrets, that is for ordinary monks to hear, because such a great means of reversing the innate nature and rebuilding the world is not something they can covet at all. Even if they know it, it is just a mere thought and has no benefit.
"Hiss, no way!"
Feng Bingwen, who had no idea what the monkey head below was thinking, was struck by a bolt of lightning. His whole body felt numb and he shivered.
"So this is what it feels like to be struck by lightning!"
Feng Bingwen, who tried to control the thunder with thunder but failed, sighed, not realizing at all how rebellious and shocking his behavior just now was, let alone the seriousness of the matter.
Crackling~
An imperceptible purple electric arc flashed deep in the calamity cloud, and Feng Bingwen, who was still a little indifferent at first, suddenly felt horrified, and a frightening heartbeat surged into his heart.
Click——
He suddenly looked up at the sky, only to see that directly above his head, a light red lightning beam had crashed down, engulfing him in it.
This pillar of lightning remained between the sea and the sky for a full quarter of an hour before it dissipated. At the moment it dissipated, a molten lava crater suddenly appeared on the ground, and in the crater, there was a person.
A young man wearing a tattered monk's robe and his face covered in black and gray was floating in and out of it.
"master!"
A tall woman with black wings on her back flew by at low altitude, calling anxiously. It was Han Ling from the Tianqiong Clan. Feng Bingwen had a very different meaning to her.
"Why are you so anxious? This is the first thunderbolt."
The young man stood up suddenly. He took off the Taoist robe that was shattered by the lightning and threw it aside.
"You can't kill me."
"I hope you're fine!"
Seeing the young man in front of him with his upper body exposed, Han Ling breathed a sigh of relief. However, after regaining consciousness, looking at Feng Bingwen's tall and slender body, a strange color flashed in his beautiful eyes.
Although Feng Bingwen's face was extremely well-made and fit her aesthetic perfectly, and her muscular body, which had gradually unfolded and was even slightly taller than hers, made her admire it, but it was only this level of male lust, and she still
It wasn't enough to make her obsessed, she just saw something deeper.
Qi and blood!
This master is obviously a person who seeks immortality and Taoism, but the energy and blood in his body is not weaker than that of any Tiangang warrior, and even worse.
But the key point is not that. Han Ling's eyes fell on Feng Bingwen's body that was still jumping with electric arcs. She was sure that this was not an illusion. The energy and blood in Feng Bingwen's body was being tempered and hidden deep inside.
The potential in flesh and blood is being tapped, transformed, stimulated, and flourished!
In other words, after this master withstood a thunderstorm, his strength was growing at an extremely impressive rate.
Outrageous!
This was Han Ling's first feeling when she came into close contact with Feng Bingwen. She had never heard anyone say that anyone could temper themselves under the thunder of heaven and with the help of its power.
The traditional way to overcome the tribulation is to hide, evade, and delay. If you can survive the tribulation until it is over, and there is still one breath left, you have successfully overcome the tribulation. However, only those who have the strongest foundation and the most advanced inheritance can resist the tribulation.
This is something that only a cultivator can do.
She was not surprised at all that this master was able to withstand the sky thunder, but with the help of the power of the sky thunder, he could further enhance his own potential and strength, which really surprised her.
Because this is contrary to common sense, it is not that no warriors have thought about taking advantage of the heavenly tribulation of the immortal cultivators and using the sky thunder as a tool to hone themselves. However, after successive attempts by those warriors seeking death, we can basically draw the conclusion -
If you are tired of the world and don't want to live anymore and don't have any hope for the future, you can do this.
"What are you looking at?"
Feng Bingwen, who had just taken off his clothes in a very chic manner, now felt a little uncomfortable under the gaze of his female follower.
In the calamity cloud above his head, the second thunder was already brewing, but he didn't have the energy to pay attention to it, and it couldn't kill him anyway.
One thing to say, Feng Bingwen felt that the lightning strike just now made him feel quite comfortable, his whole body was smooth, and his energy and blood were more active than ever - he didn't have any special hobbies, but the feeling of being struck by thunder was really
Very cool.
"Nothing? I'm rude!"
Hearing Feng Bingwen's question, Han Ling, who had always been as cold as ice and had a temperament like thousand-year-old ice, also had an imperceptible blush on his cheeks. He bowed slightly to Feng Bingwen, then waved his wings and fled away from Feng Bingwen.
.
From the beginning to the end, she did not use any Taoist or magical powers. All she used was a pair of wings that she was born with. This would not attract the attention of Heavenly Tribulation. If not, if Heavenly Tribulation descends, wouldn't it be like being under the calamity cloud?
, all living things will turn into ashes, the way of heaven is not so cruel.
"What do you want to do? Are you greedy for my body?"
Feng Bingwen summoned the Zihuan Dragon Armor with a thought and put it on his body. He is now over fifteen years old and tall and strong. Although he is not yet fully mature according to human standards, his figure is no less than that of anyone.
Adult.
"It seems that we need to be more careful in the future and not let female cultivators take advantage!"
Feng Bingwen was alert in his heart. It wasn't because he was narcissistic. In this life, his physical appearance was already good. After possessing the Taoist body, his temperament was even more controllable. That is to say, his master could compete with him.
One or two.
boom--
Before the thoughts in his mind could be finished, a light yellow thunder pillar crashed down, as if thousands of mountains were pressing down on it, directly crushing Feng Bingwen's figure into the ground.
"Gan!"
Feng Bingwen cursed angrily in his heart. He felt that he was not going through a tribulation at this time, because the one he faced didn't look like thunder, but instead looked like...
"Hmm? Five Elements Thunder?"
Understanding this does not make Feng Bingwen any easier, because the evolution of Tianlei is extremely targeted, which is a test for practitioners.
Under the second sky thunder, Feng Bingwen lasted longer, so this thunder had weight. Not only that, but also had all the characteristics of thunder, so Feng Bingwen was also tortured to the point of desire.
Immortal wants to die.
It was not until half an hour later that this light yellow thunder pillar dissipated between the sea and the sky. Feng Bingwen's followers used their own innate abilities to rush to the vicinity of the sinkhole blasted out by the sky thunder.
"Master, are you okay?"
"Master, are you still there?"
Although I know that my master's talents are unparalleled among his contemporaries, after all, this master's speed of forming pills is too fast, which is hard not to worry. Although the calamity cloud in the sky has not dissipated, this is the best proof.
But we also need to understand the current status of this master.
"What are you doing? This is the second thunderbolt. Do you think this can kill me?"
Feng Bingwen, wearing purple dragon armor, rose from the hole created by the thunder and looked at the guys who were obviously relieved.
Feng Bingwen knew that these guys followed him with a strong purpose, but every move of the creatures in this world has a purpose. This is a normal thing. Is it possible that he still thinks that others don't want anything?
Just following him just for the sake of following him, there is no such good thing, so go to hell.
"Master, how do you feel? Is your mana sufficient? If not, I can borrow some elixirs from other True Successor Houses."
"No need, I feel very good now."
Feng Bingwen flatly rejected the suggestions of his followers. He was not trying to be brave, because under the pressure of the second thunderbolt, he clearly felt that the progress of his martial arts inheritance had greatly improved, and he had climbed to a higher level.
At a new peak.
"Master, please be careful and don't be careless!"
"Yes, this is a natural disaster, don't underestimate it!"
Feng Bingwen's condition made several of his followers feel relieved, but Feng Bingwen's current attitude made them a little worried.
"You can tell me this again after you have passed through a catastrophe."
Feng Bingwen responded, "What do these guys think of him one by one? Do they really think that he doesn't have any understanding of the Heavenly Tribulation?"
Moreover, a considerable number of his followers do not need to survive the tribulation. This is exclusive to those who practice martial arts. For example, if you practice martial arts, you will not encounter the tribulation unless you reach an extremely advanced state.
According to his unintentional reading, it was rumored that in the extremely ancient times, cultivators did not need to survive tribulations. It was only because of unknown changes that future cultivators had to face various tests given by heaven. If they were not careful, they would be
It’s the death of the body and the disappearance of the Tao.
Crackling!
The third pure day thunder fell almost not long after, followed by the fourth black thunder. After two consecutive heavenly tribulations, even Feng Bingwen was a little tired. Between the armor and even
Blood stains are visible.
but,
boom--
The fifth light blue sky thunder followed closely and fell suddenly. Feng Bingwen's figure was once again shrouded in the endless thunder. His injuries caused by the four sky thunders immediately began to recover quickly, and his breath also followed.
skyrocketing...
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I drank some tomato and egg soup with lard today. There were just a few drops of oil on the soup. It still hurts me. I really accepted it. What sin did I commit? I suffered this kind of crime.
I haven't even eaten a bite of the meat. This bitch is going to have a fit. It's a slap in the face!