Three heavenly tribulations have passed, and the old Taoist has not been damaged at all. The expressions of Qing Xuzi and Zuo Dao changed drastically. They looked at each other, each with their own plans.
The pressure that Zhu Chungang has brought to them at this moment is too great. No matter whether the old Taoist can be reunited today, it will become a nightmare in their hearts that cannot be shaken off for a long time.
The fourth thunder calamity in the sky was still condensed, and the thunder punishment as thick as an arm was looming in the clouds. Zhu Chungang threw out a talisman again, flicked the talisman and engraved a talisman of stealing the sky and exchanging the sun. He wanted to use the method of stealing the sky and exchanging the sun to hide this.
A thunder punishment, but he didn't want to resist forcefully, so he reserved his strength to deal with the remaining five thunders.
There are nine heavenly tribulations in total, each one more powerful than the last. Most of the people who joined the path failed in the last three heavenly punishments when they were going through the tribulations. That is the key point.
The sky-stealing and sun-changing talisman was fixed in mid-air, waiting for the thunder to come. Seeing this, Qing Xuzi suddenly pulled it up on the spot, waved his hand and grabbed the talisman. Qi Changqing snorted and his face instantly became angry, while Wu Qiao was very crisp and agile.
He rushed over with a long knife in hand, and the two of them blocked Qing Xuzi. At the same time, Zuo Dao also took action, trying to keep the two of them behind.
The old monk of Xuankong Temple swung the Buddhist beads in his hand and hit the left path like a long stick. People from all directions almost all took action at the same time, all for the purpose of wishing Chungang to escape the tribulation for the fourth time and facing Que Lengleng's gaze.
Then Chen Mingyin restrained him.
Qing Xuzi was extremely anxious, but he was stopped by Qi Changqing and Wu Qiao. Zuo Dao couldn't come to rescue and was entangled by Master Mingjing. At this time, the fourth thunder punishment in the sky had fallen, and the Heaven-stealing Sun-Changing Talisman suddenly dispersed and actually transformed into a person like Zhu Chungang.
An identical phantom came to replace his body, and the thunder struck straight at him, instantly shattering the phantom.
The old Taoist turned around and smiled lightly: "Without any calculation, how can I survive the calamity here safely? Qing Xuzi, Zuo Dao, I've made you worry so much. I'm afraid you won't be able to cause trouble for me secretly. Just watch there honestly."
Come on, watch how I make you worship me."
Qing Xuzi roared angrily: "I'll see how you were struck to death by lightning. Zhu Chungang, you are destined not to become a Hedao today."
Qing Xuzi and Zuo Dao no longer moved, Qi Changqing and Master Mingjing also stopped and watched. They were here to protect Zhu Chungang, so they would not cause trouble if they could not resist them.
The most nervous people here are Xiang Que and Qi Changqing. Their hearts are beating wildly and have reached their throats. If the old man is punished by God this time, there will be no hope of survival.
The four heavenly tribulations had passed, and the fifth thunder tribulation was now formed. Zhu Chungang took a deep breath and used all his strength to hold the sword to deal with it.
In the sky, a thicker thunder struck at him after the thunder punishment was condensed. The old man used all his strength to activate the monstrous evil energy in the sword, which instantly made the long sword stronger. He waited carefully for the thunder to fall, and held it with both hands.
He thrust his sword into the sky to meet him.
"Crack", the heavenly calamity struck the long sword, and the evil energy suddenly dispersed. The thunder light followed the long sword and fell into Zhu Chungang's body, instantly striking him to the core.
"Plop!" Zhu Chungang's body flew straight up and then hit the ground heavily. His robes were all broken into pieces, blood burst out, and his whole body was extremely charred.
"Bake it, is it done?" Cao Shanjun blinked cutely.
Xiang Que gritted his teeth and pointed at him and said, "If you say anything to him, I will roast you directly, do you believe it?"
"Cough cough, cough cough." The old Taoist stood up reluctantly with his sword supporting his body. He coughed a few mouthfuls of blood and his body was swaying. This time, his cultivation was greatly damaged by the thunder tribulation, and his soul was almost split apart and became unstable.
Qing Xuzi and Zuo Dao let out a long breath at the same time. This fifth thunder tribulation was so powerful. If the sixth one came next, what could Zhu Chungang do to resist it?
Zhu Chungang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, reached out and took out a porcelain bottle from his Taoist robe, unscrewed it, then raised his head and put all the pills in the bottle into his mouth. In an instant, Zhu Chungang's momentum soared and quickly reached its peak.
status.
Qingxuzi said angrily: "Who will give him the elixir to restore his vitality... Tianshan Jingci Temple? Okay, okay, those old nuns are the only ones in the world who still have the skills to make alchemy."
Before the old Taoist came back, when he left Jingci'an, his old friend spent a lot of effort to refine a bottle of elixir for him that could instantly restore his vitality.
The sixth thunderbolt fell, and Lao Dao was really miserable this time. This was equivalent to the effect of the previous thunderstorms superimposed. He was covered in wounds directly. He lay on the ground for a long time and did not get up. Blood burst everywhere.
yes.
The expression on Xiang Que's face tightened, and just as he was about to walk over, Qi Changqing pulled him and frowned and said, "Why are you going to make trouble? The master has to deal with this calamity by himself. Outsiders can't get involved at all, just stay calm."
Xiang Que said nervously: "Yes, yes, yes..."
The seventh sky thunder formed, and the old Taoist climbed up from the ground. His body was shaky, as if he would fall over if the wind blew. Qing Xuzi's expression suddenly relaxed. He expected that Zhu Chungang would not be able to withstand it this time no matter what.
The sky thunder becomes more powerful every time, and each sky thunder is almost the sum of the previous thunder tribulations. This seventh heavenly punishment Zhu Chungang is absolutely hopeless.
The shaky old Taoist slowly stretched out his left hand and pressed it toward the ground. The Gujing Guanguan Formation was immediately activated. The eighty-one old houses in Gujing Village that were in the Bagua Formation trembled slightly.
In the main hall of the Qing Dynasty, the statues of the Three Qing Dynasties flashed a ray of auspicious light and headed straight towards the old path.
The merits accumulated by Gujingguan for countless years were blessed on him, instantly making the Taoist's strength soar.
"Swish, swish"
Qing Xuzi and Zuo Dao's expressions changed drastically: "He, how did he come up with so many tricks?"
Vaguely, a bad thought came to both of them. Is Zhu Chungang's confidence really just an act?
After the seventh thunderbolt, the old Taoist finally survived despite being extremely miserable. His whole body was covered in wounds and blood, his Taoist robes were all in pieces, and cracked wounds crisscrossed his body.
Qingxuzi gritted his teeth and said crazily: "It's gone. Is your method gone? Zhu Chungang, let me see if you have any other way to face the eighth catastrophe. You are destined to die."
Cao Shanjun glanced at Xiang Que cautiously and muttered: "This old man is like a Doraemon... he can have whatever he wants?"
"You wait, you will get beaten sooner or later, really." Xiang Que glared at him bitterly.
In the eighth heavenly tribulation, a long dragon gathered in mid-air. The long dragon seemed to be soaring in the clouds with lightning and thunder. Zhu Chungang raised his head with a solemn expression. His stern expression made him seem as if he did not have much confidence in his heart.
Zuo Dao sighed and said: "Is he really going to die this time? Even so, I have to admit that I am not as good as him. Zhu Chungang is really the best person in the Buddhist sect in the world."
"Pfft!" The old Taoist's finger suddenly made a sharp stroke on the long sword, and a drop of blood fell out.
The old Taoist knelt down and knelt down, and said loudly: "I wish my descendants, Zhu Chungang, my ancestors to protect me, and my ancestors to protect me..."
Zhu Chungang's essence and blood suddenly dispersed and disappeared without a trace.
Almost at the same time, at the ancestral graves in Zhujia Village at the confluence of the Jingwei and Jinghe rivers, more than a dozen grave heads suddenly trembled and dust flew into the air.
Wang Chaotian, who was sitting here, stared blankly. At this time, he had already set up a Feng Shui array around the Zhu family's ancestral grave. When Zhu Chungang's essence and blood came out, Wang Chaotian immediately activated the Feng Shui array.
In the ancient well view, Zhu Chungang's face looked peaceful, and wisps of Yin and Yang virtues descended out of thin air.
"Amitabha..." Master Mingjing clasped his hands together, nodded and said, "All the ancestors of my family are great virtuous people. They have accumulated good deeds throughout their lives, which can be seen in the sky. After doing good deeds for several lifetimes, future generations will enjoy immeasurable merit. This is why
Not even the way of heaven can stop it.”
Qingxuzi was already numb, and a thought appeared in his mind: "Is God so pitiful? Will even God help him?"
After the eight heavenly tribulations, the dragon fell down, and I wish Chungang was bathed in the lightning and safe and sound. I wish that all the merit accumulated by the ancestors of the family for countless years of good deeds was exhausted here.
If you do good deeds and accumulate virtue, you will be able to see it in heaven.
The eighth heavenly calamity has passed. Zhu Chungang proudly looked up into the sky as if standing tall on the sky and the earth, and said calmly: "There is still one last calamity. Let me see if this calamity of unity that no one has been able to overcome in thousands of years can let me take a step."
"Step over"
Zhu Chungang suddenly shook his long sword, pointed to the center of his eyebrows, and said: "Zhu Chungang, a disciple of Gujing Temple, respectfully invites all the ancestors to come to this world, and respectfully invites the killing god Bai Qi to come to this world to help the disciples finally achieve harmony."
Suddenly there was a strong wind between the heaven and the earth, and the dark wind suddenly rose. Several eerie and dark gaps flashed around Zhu Chungang. One after another figures stepped out and stood in the sky. This was a ray of residual soul left between the heaven and the earth by the ancestors of Gujing Temple. The Eight Paths
When the dead remnant soul looked at Zhu Chungang again, his face showed a look of relief. The old man's eyes fell on Xiang Que and nodded.
At the end of the long sword, the God of Death Bai Qi suddenly appeared, with a surging murderous aura. Bai Qi looked at the thunder calamity in the sky with a hint of ridicule.
A generation of killing gods, he never respected ghosts and gods, nor worshiped heaven and earth. In his life, he only regarded himself as the way, and the world would not accept him after his death. Even if he entered the underworld, the Ten Palaces of Yama and Fengdu Emperor would come out to pay their respects, creating a name for the eternal killing god.
People can shake a total of nine illusory shadows and stand on both sides of Zhu Chungang, facing the last catastrophe before the union.
The old Taoist knelt down and kowtowed to both sides continuously, and then solemnly said: "I want to join the Tao and become the first person in thousands of years. Please protect me from all the ancestors and Master Bai Qi."
In the sky above Gujing Temple, there was lightning and thunder, and it looked like the end of the world. All the thunders gathered together at this moment, and finally turned into a powerful thunder that could destroy the heaven and earth, and it was actually visible to the naked eye towards Zhu Chungang
Come smash it.
The old Taoist responded brazenly without changing his expression. The ancestors and the remnant souls of Bai Qi beside him rose into the sky one by one to face the ninth thunder.
At this moment, the dazzling thunder between heaven and earth made everyone in Zhongnan Mountain unable to see.
There was silence.
No one knows whether Zhu Chungang died or was reborn from the ashes during the ninth heavenly tribulation.
After a long time, after a long time.
The clouds in the sky have dispersed, and a figure stands upright on the top of the mountain, looking around indifferently.
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