Under the thunder clouds, An Qingli sat cross-legged.
The sky is dark, but it can't hide its dazzling appearance. Regardless of other things, the appearance alone is eye-catching.
There were a lot of elders and disciples watching around, and even the god-transformation monks were silently paying attention with their spiritual consciousness.
Peak Master Chu Yaohe stood with his hands behind his back, looking at his dazzling little nephew. After the thunder tribulation, his nephew might become his junior sister.
The brushes of all the painters were waving non-stop, especially Qin Wuyue's.
The master of Wanfa Peak was also alerted and came to witness the centenary monk's transition to the Nascent Soul.
If Ji Xiaopeng is the shame of Spiritual Medicine Peak, then An Qingli is simply the light of Spiritual Medicine Peak, a great glory.
Nascent Soul, who is just over a hundred years old, wants to surpass the monks in the entire Wanfa Peak.
Originally, Shangshan was more than two hundred years old when he passed through the Nascent Soul, and there was no other monk in the sect who could surpass him.
Now that An Qingli from the Spiritual Medicine Peak has arrived, it has simply made the entire Wanfa Peak, including the Supreme Good, dim.
The future life is to be feared.
Many disciples of the An family also rushed over after hearing the news, and they were very proud. This An Qingli was not only the light of the Spiritual Medicine Peak, but also the light of their An family!
The clouds of calamity are gathering thicker and thicker.
Amid the exclamations, the first thunderstorm struck violently.
An Qingli crossed his legs and remained still, and calmly threw out a seventh-order formation disk to withstand part of the thunder and lightning, and then attracted the rest of the thunder and lightning into his body to strengthen his flesh and blood body.
"Eh!"
There was another burst of exclamations.
Why are the master's apprentice and the master's styles of overcoming thunder tribulations so different?
But if I think about it again, it would be ridiculous if the monk who was able to break into the tower and get the first place would be in a panic after surviving a Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation.
He is worthy of being the first in the Golden Core Realm to break through the tower, and he has been able to go through all the thunder tribulations so calmly and comfortably.
Thanks to An Qingli's lack of karma, the power of the thunder tribulation was not too strong.
Xiao Jintan was very pleased. The cause and effect was so serious that it was not only reflected in the thunder disaster.
An Qingli had tested the power of the first thunder and lightning, so he simply closed the array for the time being and resisted six more thunder tribulations.
"Eh!"
The young disciple exclaimed again.
Isn't Master An too crazy to overcome the thunder tribulation in this way?
Many Wanfa Peak disciples looked at each other in disbelief. Such Master An was indeed too crazy.
The Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation is the sixty-nine heavenly tribulations, with a total of fifty-four.
An Qingli took the initiative to use the Rejuvenation Technique, gritted his teeth and resisted the six thunder tribulations, and then used the formation disk to block it, so he had a moment to breathe, put away the formation disk, and continued to resist.
Although he knew that An Qingli did not deliberately entrust the powerful person, the sect leader Qiu Xuanjing's heart could not help but beat up and down.
"Sect Master Qiu," in mid-air, Duoze Zhenjun held his young son by the hand and persuaded him nicely, "Monks use lightning to forge their bodies. This is a gift from heaven to monks. The stronger Junior Sister An's body is.
, the less likely something will happen to you, the more relaxed you should be."
Qiu Xuanjing put his hands behind his back and sighed: "The stronger she becomes, the more restless she becomes. Fortunately, Mu Sheng is here, otherwise she would not be allowed to be like this."
True Lord Duoze sent a message and teased: "Master, please be careful. We should call him Grandmaster Mu Sheng, or Ancestor Mu Sheng."
Qiu Xuanjing sighed again: "The master and apprentice have advanced together and attracted the attention of the world. I don't know what big news they will make next."
"How much noise can there be?" Zhenjun Duoze said with a smile, "At worst, if I continue to obey the treasures of heaven and earth, and break through and advance one after another, that is not a huge good thing."
"That's right, it's best this way." Qiu Xuanjing immediately turned from worry to joy.
Then I thought about it, it was a great blessing for Tianyun Sect to have such an excellent seedling with excellent elixir skills.
With such good seedlings, it won't be a big deal if we get a few more.
But the taciturn young son of True Lord Duoze suddenly pointed at An Qingli and calmly said without blinking: "Fly away."
It was rare for True Lord Duoze to hear this young son making a sound, so he hugged him excitedly, looked at An Qingli, and echoed his beloved son: "It's flying away. The array disk flew away from Master An's hand.
I went to bear part of the thunderstorm."
The taciturn young son repeated expressionlessly: "Fly away."
"Well, he flew away, my dear son." True Lord Duoze looked happy, took out a red spiritual fruit as big as a thumb, and encouraged him, "My dear son, please say a few more words."
The taciturn young boy fell silent. According to his speaking habits, he never repeated a sentence a third time.
True Lord Duoze looked gloomy, but he immediately informed his two monks about the fact that his youngest son had spoken again after half a year.
The clouds of calamity surged, and An Qingli's sixty-nine thunder calamities continued.
The whole process was almost without incident, in sharp contrast to Mu Sheng's journey through the thunder tribulation.
Mu Sheng showed off his wealth through the thunder tribulation, the eighth and ninth level arrays were constantly deployed, and the defensive robes and spiritual treasure pill furnaces also had to be put into battle together.
An Qingli's journey through the thunder tribulation was a different story. The array only took action occasionally, and the highest level was only seventh level. Most of the time, he fought against the thunder tribulation head-on with his iron frame.
"good!"
I don't know which enthusiastic young disciple was the first to applaud, leading thousands of young disciples to actively applaud and cheer for An Qingli, who still had some strength to spare.
"good!"
"good!"
"Uncle Qingli is mighty!"
"Ancestor Qingli is mighty!"
There was a roar of applause.
The applause inevitably reached An Qingli's ears, and An Qingli raised his lips helplessly. He couldn't help but think of his ancestor Qi Wu, when he broke rocks on the stage as a performer.
An Qingli was helpless to overcome a thunder catastrophe and the feeling of performing on stage.
The cheers continued along with the thunder.
Of course, the enthusiastic An family members were not to be outdone. They gathered together and shouted at the top of their lungs: "The ancestors of Qingli are mighty!"
In the An family, as long as they are Nascent Soul monks, no matter their age, as long as they have reached the level of cultivation, they can be called "ancestor" by the clan members.
Congratulations to the An family for adding another Yuan Ying realm ancestor!
"Mighty! They are all mighty! Our elixir peak is also mighty!"
The disciples of the Spiritual Medicine Peak also shouted that they were not good at fighting, but in terms of unity and support, they were the best among the peaks, otherwise Mu Sheng would not be ranked first in the beauty list.
Their current unity is also thanks to Grandmaster Mu Sheng's many years of advice.
After a thunderstorm, many junior disciples had sincere admiration for the young Yuan Ying ancestor.
Many of them are just building foundations at the age of 100, but An Qingli has taken the position of Yuan Ying Patriarch at the age of 100.
Some people are jealous of An Qingli who takes pills to advance and take shortcuts, but among those who take pills to advance, none of them have An Qingli's iron bones.
Let’s talk about Grandmaster Mu Sheng.
He piled pills all the way to Yuanying, but his skin and flesh were so fragile that he could not be compared with An Qingli at the same level.
The clouds of calamity have not yet dissipated, and there are still two final thunder calamities left.
Although An Qingli was covered in charred black and looked embarrassed, he straightened his body with his legs crossed.
A bolt of thunder struck down and knocked An Qingli down, but An Qingli still gritted his teeth and stood firm.
"good!"
There was another heart-pounding cry of applause.
"Evil disciple! I always let my master worry about me."
Mu Sheng made a sound of displeasure, but finally couldn't hold it back. Holding An Qingli's cracked soul card in his hand, he took a few big steps in the air and suddenly appeared.