A huge contract scroll appeared out of thin air and was printed on the forehead of the great monk who was at the peak of the twenty-first level. Click, a crack appeared on his avenue, and there was a flaw in his avenue.
What's more serious is that Dao Mark, this is the Dao Mark that is branded by Heaven. No matter how powerful or talented he is, he is still branded by Heaven and takes special care of him. Others can survive twenty-two heavenly tribulations, but only twenty-two.
From the first level of heavenly tribulation, he may directly have to go through the twenty-second level of peak heavenly tribulation, which is almost a certain death situation. He is not a lucky person like Zhan Tian who has the protection of Hou Tu, the daughter of heaven...
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The Demon Dragon Ancestor originally wanted to laugh at the great monk, but seeing his hurt expression, he couldn't help turning his head and grinning. This retribution must have been too quick.
The Buddha, Demon, Taoist, Confucian, and Sword Ancestors also looked weird. The higher they were, the more they knew the horror of the way of heaven. Ordinary creatures pointed their fingers at the sky and cursed the earth, but they did not dare to step beyond the thunder pool. Even the most powerful ones.
The bold Zhan Tian was also feeling sad at this moment. Thinking of what he had done in the past, he couldn't help but sigh that he was really lucky. Those who provoked were all low-level gods.
Zhan Tian was still here sighing, and suddenly felt something was wrong, because a heavenly calamity appeared above his head...
Your sister, you are venting your anger. Zhan Tian couldn't help but mutter in his heart. People doubt your decision. Why are you going to kill him? Why are you venting to me? Could it be that this will of heaven is also a woman? Only women can do this.
Unreasonable and unreasonable. When it feels good, it is as gentle as water. When it gets angry, it roars like a lion from the east of the river.
The Buddha, the Taoist, the Demon Clan, the Sword Ancestor, the Killing Ancestor, the Demon Dragon Ancestor, and even the injured great monk all hurriedly retreated for hundreds of miles. They had all reached the peak of their cultivation. If they were accidentally targeted, then
It's a tragedy. Without finding the way to the next level, rushing through the tribulation is seeking death...
Zhan Tian touched his nose, dodged and left the place, because there were many Buddhist disciples there who were slow to react and had been demonized by him. As a demon, he would not dare to act at will without Zhan Tian's order, even if
Zhan Tian wanted to trick them to death, so they had no choice but to admit it...
The continuous calamity thunder struck Zhan Tian for three days and three nights, which turned Zhan Tian into a nigger, with black smoke coming out of his nostrils, ears, and mouth.
His cultivation level was hit to the peak of the tenth level. Fortunately, it stopped, otherwise Zhan Tianzhen would have scolded his mother, because at the eleventh level, he had not touched the threshold yet and needed to settle down with his boxing skills.
With a strong shake, all the dirt on his body turned into energy and was swallowed up. He turned to the great monk with some resentment and said, "I won the ninth level, can you admit it?"
"Okay..." The great monk wanted to refuse to admit it, but he didn't dare, because he found that the way of heaven seemed to be waiting for him to make a mistake...
"Then you don't admit it to Level 10, now?"
"Okay!" The great monk didn't hesitate. He waved his hand and twelve peak tenth-level disciples appeared.
"Amitabha!" The youngest disciple saluted Zhan Tian.
Zhan Tian also clasped his fists and returned the salute. After all, everyone had saluted, so he couldn't be so rude.
"Great Compassion Palm!"
"Sealing the sky!"
The eleventh-level peak attack power frightened Zhan Tian. Is this the great monk's confidence? It seems that a fierce battle is inevitable.
Not surprisingly, Zhan Tian was slapped into nothingness by a palm.
Resurrected and hurriedly appeared again, the young monk was not surprised. Instead, he waited for Zhan Tian to recover and get into position before launching an attack...
Death, resurrection, death, resurrection again...
One hour, two hours, three hours...
Six hours later, Zhan Tian finally felt the Tao contained in the Great Compassion Palm from the deaths one after another, which was the power transformed by the faith of countless Buddhist disciples.
"Sealing the sky!"
With a punch, a virtual universe once again appeared in the void. Although it was only a prototype, the Demon Ancestor and others had already seen it and naturally adapted to it. However, the great monk and the twelve disciples were a little confused. Why create a virtual universe?
, are you putting your junior brother in it? It’s just a tenth-level universe. Is it useful to put it in? I’m afraid my junior brother will be smashed out with one palm...
The junior brother did indeed do that, and he palmed the virtual fusiform universe. Unfortunately, the picture he imagined did not appear. The virtual universe was like air and there was no force at all. Instead, the junior brother had a strange expression on his face.
, the emotions of yearning and expectation emerge...
"Great Compassion Palm!"
"Sealing the sky!"
The junior brother no longer paid attention to the virtual small universe, but slapped Zhan Tian's physical body, which Zhan Tian's physical body couldn't withstand.
The physical body that would have shattered with just one palm actually turned into nothingness after holding on for four breaths.
The junior brother frowned, did he become stronger so quickly? Looking at Zhan Tian who appeared again, he was a little curious and a little expectant. He was attracted by the heavenly aura of the virtual universe created by Zhan Tian.
"Sealing the sky!"
"Great Compassion Palm!"
Zhan Tian took the initiative to punch, and his junior brother was also unequivocal. He also punched Zhan Tian, but this time, Zhan Tian's body lasted five breaths...
And the virtual spindle-shaped universe seems to be becoming more and more solid, with various creatures appearing in it.
Half an hour later, Zhan Tian was able to confront his junior brother for hundreds of breaths. His virtual universe seemed to have turned into a real universe. At the top of the spindle-shaped universe, in the ninety-nine layers of the sky, Zhan Tian's shadow appeared.
, were standing arm in arm with a beautiful woman in white, looking at the little princess playing with small animals in the yard.
"Sealing the sky!"
"Great Compassion Palm!"
This time, the virtual universe was completely realized, and the Great Compassion Palm was directly blasted to pieces. Zhan Tian's attack power also reached the eleventh level. His fist was pressed against the junior brother's throat, only an inch away.
"I admit defeat!" The junior brother stepped back and saluted.
Zhan Tian also closed his fists and returned the gesture with cupped fists.
The great monk glared at his younger brother, waved his hand, and the strongest disciple came out.
"He is my tenth-level disciple. The Vajra Palm has reached the peak attack power of level 12. As long as you win, you will win the personal battle..."
"Vajra Palm!"
"Sealing the sky!"
Zhan Tian belched when he couldn't breathe, but in the void, a spindle-shaped virtual universe appeared.
Just half a breath away, Zhan Tian reappeared, facing the elder brother with a seal of heaven, constantly improving the virtual universe. Resurrecting again and again, perfecting the princess universe again and again, this time, it only took an hour, the fusiform universe
It takes shape completely, turning the imaginary into reality.
Similarly, the senior brother also gave up because his Vajra Palm was broken due to the emergence of the second virtual universe...
The great monk frowned and finally recognized that Zhan Tian won the individual battle. The group battle began...