Ten thousand rays of light appeared behind Xiang Que, because they were ten thousand rays of sword light flashing from the sword spirits in the sword pavilion.
The light of the sword reflected the entire Shu Mountain, and the shadow of the sword was everywhere.
All the disciples raised their heads and looked at the extremely ugly outer sect servant who came down from the peak.
This situation has never happened in Shushan, because no one has caused thousands of sword spirits to fly out of the sword pavilion.
Within Xiang Que's body, the sword spirit of the Zhuxian Sword was also cheering and cheering, seeming to be echoing the sword spirits outside. They seemed to be very familiar with each other, as if they had seen each other countless years ago.
Xiang Que felt this familiarity, and for a moment he even felt that he could make those ten thousand sword lights invincible with just a snap of his fingers.
On the top of the peak, from Yuan Qihe, Xiang Xiu to Mo Wenshan and Qing Yu, these people who personally pushed Xiang Que down from the mountain all had a very similar thought in their hearts.
"Are we disciples of Shushan, or his disciples of Shushan? Why do you feel that he is more compatible with Shushan than us?"
The big raccoon felt that his initial belief was correct. This person really cannot judge a book by its cover.
What the little raccoon is thinking is that in terms of coolness, I really can’t keep up with him even if I try to impress him. He is the ancestor of the showman.
Except for those ten thousand sword lights, the entire Shu Mountain fell silent. What everyone was thinking was, how to explain this scene?
At the same time, Xiang Que stood still at the foot of the mountain. He suddenly took a deep breath, and his chest and abdomen suddenly bulged. The immortal aura in Shu Mountain rushed towards him, and then in front of Xiang Que.
A huge vortex formed.
The immortal aura seemed to have materialized at this moment, and wisps of filamentary airflow could be seen with the naked eye, wrapping Xiang Que.
Because the smell is too strong, it has already undergone qualitative changes.
Xiang Que's cultivation suddenly began to skyrocket.
Starting from Xuanxian, it skyrocketed all the way to True Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, and then a faint golden light began to appear on Xiang Que's body.
This is a sign that the golden elixir is forming in the body and will become a golden immortal.
Yuan Qihe's eyes suddenly froze.
At the same time, the golden light on Xiang Que's body became more and more intense, reaching a dazzling level, and it felt like it was about to break through the sky.
Finally, the golden light disappeared and all converged into his body.
The aura of immortality is still surging, not decreasing but increasing.
This is the realm of Daluo Jinxian.
Thunder rolls across the sky.
Senior Brother Qingyu was stunned.
"Are you dazzled?"
No one has ever practiced cultivation in this way. They do it step by step. Practicing to overcome tribulations, practicing again and again, is the same as eating.
But Xiang Que took a long stride, no, it would be more appropriate to say that he was running at a gallop.
And before the egg was pulled, the running was quite natural and smooth.
For hundreds of years in Shushan, Xiang Que has been pushing the little raccoon forward, and then all the way to the Golden Fairyland, and finally helped him become a Golden Fairy.
But in the past hundred years, apart from pushing the little raccoon around, he was definitely not idle either. He had also been practicing.
However, the big difference between Xiang Que's current practice and his previous practice, as well as the practice of most people, is that he has always accumulated the practice and has not broken through.
The thunder continues.
This lasted for a long time, because the clouds kept pressing down, almost reaching the top of Shushan Mountain.
Even because it was too close, arcs appeared on the surface of many people's skin.
The feeling of impending rain made the Shushan disciples feel as if their hearts were being tightened, as if they were afraid that even if they took a breath, they would attract thunder from the sky.
Xiang Que raised his head, was this another tribulation about to happen?
He had gone through the tribulations of saints before, so he must be quite familiar with it, but he didn't know why he was going through the tribulation of Daluo Jinxian now.
Wasn't I a saint before? Although I was beaten back by Lu Ya later, shouldn't I be able to cultivate to the saint level again?
Why is there a piece missing?
What about the heavenly calamity from Daluo Jinxian to saint?
Have you fed the dog?
Xiang Que is very confused. Doesn't this mean that he has to make another journey from Daluo Jinxian to a saint?
It’s not troublesome!
Xiang Que couldn't help but vomit in his heart, but he had no intention of thinking about it anymore because the disaster was coming.
The disciples of Shushan were confused, and the higher-ups were also confused. From Xuanxian to Daluo Jinxian, why did they rush up directly?
What about those realms in between, were they eaten by dogs?
Xiang Xiu suddenly frowned and said: "It's very possible that before this, he was in the realm of Daluo Jinxian, and then he was severely injured because a battle caused his cultivation to hit the bottom. Later, he practiced again and came back.
Naturally, he is still Daluo Jinxian."
This explanation is absolutely to the point and perfectly concise.
However, Xiangxiu's explanation was still a step behind.
Xiangque was once in the realm of a saint.
Thunder rolls from the sky and black clouds press overhead.
The thunder calamity in the clouds was ready to strike. The lightning of that calamity almost penetrated the entire Shu Mountain range, and then extended outward, out of the Shu Mountain and to the outer sea.
This thunderstorm is too big.
The little raccoon couldn't help but shiver, thinking that it was a blessing that he was not facing this kind of catastrophe, otherwise he would definitely be dead.
Qingyu sighed: "Is this a disaster for people to survive? Who can survive..."
Facing this catastrophe, Xiang Que was not surprised at all. As far as he understood, the catastrophe was equivalent to collecting all the previous catastrophes of Daluo Jinxian, twisting them into one, and releasing them together.
Originally, he was an enhanced version every time he went through a tribulation, but now that they are together, isn't it the result of one plus one plus one plus one?
"God, what a fucking bitch, I won't give you a chance to take advantage of any loopholes..."
"Boom!"
The calamity that had been brewing for almost a stick of incense fell in an instant, and the enhanced version of the calamity flew straight towards Xiang Que.
At this time, everyone had only one thought in their minds: this catastrophe was simply not something that humans could survive.
Only Xiang Que looked calm.
Because he is very confident in his heart.
Then, when he saw the calamity falling, he suddenly raised his hand.
Xiang Que pointed at the Heavenly Tribulation and suddenly said: "Behead!"
Then, all the thousands of jubilant sword lights behind Xiang Que flew over his head and slashed towards the tribulation in the sky.
On the Shu Mountain, thousands of swords were fired.
The sword light was like a shooting star, one after another passing by Xiang Xiangqi, facing the calamity above his head, and slashing past him one after another.
One sword after another.
Tens of thousands of sword lights instantly overwhelmed the thunder and swallowed up the entire catastrophe.
On Xiang Que's body, the aura of Daluo Jinxian suddenly stopped.
He is back again, and what is a bit unsatisfactory is that he is still short of the realm of a saint.