The wind and sand stopped and then returned in an instant.
Except for the area within a hundred meters of where the demonic clone and Chu Yi were standing, everything was blurred, and the surrounding scenery could no longer be seen clearly with the naked eye.
"The eight mysterious tribulations were all powerful and terrifying. In just one stick of incense, eight semi-mysterious monks passed through the mysterious tribulations in succession..."
The demonic clone felt that something was wrong with this scene. There were many monks here. Unless the monks of the third realm had overcome their own decline and faced the unavoidable mystical calamity, they would forcefully go through the mystical calamity in full view of the public.
It's just that the Mysterious Tribulation of the monks in the Three Realms is not very powerful. Any of the Three Realms can be overcome.
The semi-mysterious master can obviously suppress himself and delay the arrival of the mysterious tribulation so that he can be fully prepared. So why must he go through the tribulation here?
There are a lot of mysteries here.
The eighth mysterious tribulation passed, and the golden cloud finally dissipated. Just for a cup of tea, the full moon appeared again.
This mountain range has been filled with flat areas for hundreds of thousands of miles. The hills and trees all collapsed and collapsed in the horrific catastrophes.
When the hills, trees, and everything that could hide the figure were no longer there, silhouettes were revealed.
His spiritual consciousness swept away, and within a radius of thousands of miles, there were thousands of figures standing.
More than 300 of these thousands of roads are white-haired old people, and they have a strong smell of decay.
These more than 300 people are all monks in the third realm. But these more than 300 people are Chinese? There are more than 100 people who have lost their will to die.
The demonic clone noticed a hunched old man standing ten miles away.
This old man has the intention to die, but the intention to die is very weak. If you don't observe carefully, it is difficult to feel the intention to die.
The old man noticed the gaze from afar and turned his head to look. When his gaze fell on Chu Yi, his cloudy eyes suddenly shrank.
The old man turned around slowly and bowed solemnly. The direction of this bow was exactly the direction where the demonic clone and Chu Yi were.
This time, I am worshiping not the demonic clone, but Chu Yi.
After the bow, the old man stood up and said in a pleading tone: "Junior Taoist Zetian, I would like to pay my respects to the Immortal Lord here and ask the Immortal Lord to leave. I will soon go through the mysterious tribulation."
This old man is in a position where he has obviously survived his three declines.
After surviving the three tribulations of decline, the mysterious tribulation follows. For cultivators in the Three Realms, this mysterious tribulation is not a catastrophe of death, but a way of life.
It is a blessing given by heaven and earth to those who have found another way and endured unbearable pain for thousands of years, cultivating the three realms.
It’s just that in this mysterious disaster, there is no room for any mistakes.
Chu Yi took the second step, and she was here. Although Xuan Jie would not pose any danger to her, it was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the old man.
The mysterious calamity will increase several times! At that time, what awaits the old man is not life, but death.
Before a person dies, he will definitely go crazy. When it comes to drawing in his profound energy, if he pursues the two of them, he will be severely injured even if he does not die.
It would be beneficial for both parties if they left.
But when the demonic clone looked at the old man, it was clear that his once rotten body was now full of green like a new tree, and the breath of life began to flourish.
But there was no trace of joy in the old man's body, but a look of determination.
This is obviously very unreasonable.
It is clear that we are about to enter the realm that all cultivators in the heavens and worlds dream of and long to enter, but there is no joy at all, but a bitter taste.
This pain was floating in the wind, and even the demonic clone felt the pain.
Chu Yi still blinked, looked at the old man, then looked at the demonic clone, and said in confusion: "Grandpa, is that old man talking to you?"
The demonic clone shook his head, grabbed the hand of the girl next to him, turned around and retreated back.
When the two of them left, the old man took a deep breath and whispered softly: "Thank you!"
After saying that, the old man slowly took to the air, and stopped rising in mid-air.
The old man took a deep breath again, reached out his hands from his sleeves, and lifted them up violently.
Suddenly, the storm surged. The old man's gray robe rustled, and his white hair curled backwards.
The old man slowly stood up, and his back that had been bent for many years finally stood up today.
"I have been practicing for thirty million years, but due to my dull qualifications, I have no choice but to enter these three realms."
"Now that the Canghai Mirror is opened, I am here just to try my best to gain the opportunity to overcome the calamity and enter the Mysterious Realm!"
"Now that I have received great blessings here, and the bad calamity has been overcome, what can this mysterious calamity do to me?"
There is gold coming in the sky, covering thousands of miles of sky in an instant. Red light is everywhere, and thunder is rushing.
When this calamity cloud came, the demonic clone felt the majestic aura, and his face suddenly changed.
This power is not as powerful as those mysterious disasters that have descended before.
weak.
He originally thought that this was the mysterious power drawn by the semi-mysterious monks, but he did not expect that it was only the third realm.
boom!
The mysterious thunder brewing in the golden cloud finally descended, with such force that it split the entire sky.
The sky has been torn apart, and although it is healing, it is far less than the torrent of destruction.
Thick red lights continued to come one after another, and the whole world fell into a red mirror again, with only ripples and roars.
"Come on!" the old man laughed, holding a long pole in his hand and facing the light.
However, a scream was heard in the midst of the destruction.
The power of heaven, earth, and human power could not withstand it after all, and another monk was buried in the mysterious disaster, and his soul was scattered.
The demonic clone's heart was shaking. He did not expect that such a terrifying mysterious disaster would only be in the third realm.
So the previous eight mysterious tribulations also came from the Three Realms?
"This is just a profound tribulation in the third realm...why is there such a huge gap from the mysterious tribulation Qingmu passed through at that time?"
When Aoki overcame the Mysterious Tribulation, it was difficult, but in the final analysis it was because he didn't have the weapon of his destiny.
But it still resisted the first eleven levels, and even the twelfth level was only the last one that could not be resisted. Only then did Chu Cheng use the Stone of the Beginning to disperse the last one.
However, the difference in power between the mysterious tribulations Qingmu and these people have overcome is too great. The difference is like the difference between a pond and a lake.
The demonic clone suddenly remembered something, that is, after Xiao Yan overcame the Mysterious Tribulation, Li Shanling told him not to try to overcome the Mysterious Tribulation unless he was fully prepared.
"The changes in heaven and earth... the road of Tao becomes more difficult..."
Only this explanation can explain why the power of the Mysterious Tribulation today is so terrifying and so different from the past.
Nowadays, the rules of Cangyun Heaven and Earth have changed drastically, and the power of the Mysterious Tribulation is several times more terrifying than before. Even the Mysterious Tribulation in the Three Realms will be more terrifying than the Half-step Tribulation in the past.
"Grandpa...Is that old man dead?" Chu Yi looked up and looked into the distance. Because of the close distance, she could clearly see the old man's soul disappearing in the sea of red thunder.
"Yes, he is dead." The demonic clone was silent for a moment before speaking.
His tone was a little solemn, and he looked up into the distance again. Golden clouds began to spread again, and red light appeared.