Nine hundred and thirtieth chapters heaven is not good
Someone is going to die again, this sentence is an affirmative tone.
Nowadays, the power of the Mysterious Tribulation has greatly increased. These three-level monks alone are far from having the strength to survive the Mysterious Tribulation.
For them, there is no hope. There is only death.
Originally, outside the Canghai mirror, in the three realms of the blue clouds and heavens, I spent my own decline and calamity. This is a one-in-a-hundred-to-one thing, a hundred deaths and a lifetime.
Here, it is indeed a life of ten deaths, or even more. Among these thousand people, more than 300 people in the third realm have already survived the three tribulations of decline.
More than a hundred people have reached 30%. In the past, in this divine place where the power of immortality is so strong, they can overcome their own decline.
Then, if nothing unexpected happens, these people will definitely enter the occult.
Hundreds of newly promoted second steps, wherever they are placed, will become a powerful force that can make the world tremble. Some extremely powerful people will personally come forward and accept them as their subordinates.
But, now, it's all just a dream.
Any attempt to enter the occult or attain enlightenment will be in vain.
This place is uniquely blessed by nature. Although there is nothing created by nature, it is a place of creation. It has indeed allowed one-third of the monks in the third realm to survive their own three tribulations.
But now, let alone a life of nine deaths, a life of a hundred deaths. Under the great changes in the world, there is no way to survive.
This blessed place became the place of death for these people who survived the decline.
The golden cloud never faded away, even though there were screams and people's souls were annihilated, they still lingered.
It’s just that there are so many people going through the tribulation at this moment. Throughout the ages, there have probably been very few people who have gone through the tribulation together.
The thunder of calamity continued, and it was no longer as simple as falling one after another. Thirteen people rose into the sky, each occupying a part of the world.
The thunder shook, and countless hairsprings burst out, covering the entire world. The reflection was only red.
Thousands of monks in this world are stumbling and swaying in this terrifying aura and violent storm, unable to maintain their body stability.
Their faces all showed shock, confusion, and horror. Because they all knew that no one could resist this mysterious disaster.
Some people are also afraid, worried that some tribulation monks will go crazy in desperate situations and implicate them.
It's just that they are overly worried about all this, because the monks who have overcome the tribulation can't do anything at all.
Under this vast red light and terrifying thunder, their bodies stood motionless, not even a trace of trembling in the state of death.
It's not because they are not afraid. If it is said that under this terrifying catastrophe,
, who has the deepest fear in their hearts, needless to say, it is undoubtedly them.
They did not tremble, but when the mysterious thunder struck down, their entire bodies were imprisoned and suppressed by the mighty force of the mysterious calamity.
Except for the upper body, the lower body cannot move even half a minute.
A series of mysterious thunders as red as blood were blasted down one after another. Their power stirred the void and caused the earth to collapse, opening countless cracks and thousands of abyss.
The falling rocks rolled and were instantly cut into pieces by the storm.
The monks were frightened one after another, but they did not dare to use their magical powers to resist, fearing that the thunder would be drawn to their bodies, so they could only rely on their spiritual power to block it.
But this spiritual power shield, as thin as paper in the strong wind and rain, cracked in an instant, and the spiritual light scattered in all directions.
The rain curtain reflected red light, and the falling red was clearly visible.
This is liquid, bright red blood.
The figure is no longer there, only the blood splashing down like rain is left in the sky.
When the power of thunder spreads, even the remaining proof of existence evaporates into nothing.
There were screams one after another, and under the heavy mysterious thunder, all these ten people in the third realm fell.
No one has withstood the five levels of mysterious thunder!
There was a cry of sorrow, which came from the other three realms of powerhouses.
There are those who have survived the decline, and there are those who have not. There are also those monks who are under the three realms.
They could feel this heresy. This mysterious calamity was unusual.
Everyone has a bad premonition in their hearts, especially those monks who have brought the mysterious calamity here.
They know this is a dead end.
He knew it was a dead end, but he couldn't step into it.
Some people looked up to the sky and smiled with sadness.
"The three tribulations of my own decline have troubled us for tens of millions of years, and every day the pain gnaws into our hearts and corrodes our bones. We endure this unbearable pain in order to one day be able to achieve greatness!"
"Now, the way is right in front of us! How can we not touch it!"
Someone else faced the wind and pulled Xuanjie away. Then the laughter continued again.
At this moment, all the cultivators of the three realms who have survived the three tribulations of their own decline have begun to overcome the tribulation with their own bodies.
These figures stood in the sky, creating a majestic atmosphere. Nearly a hundred of them formed a huge whirlpool in the sky.
"Nearly a hundred cultivators of the Third Realm who have survived the Tribulation have surpassed the Third Realm. Although they are still not as good as Xuan Zhao, but with so many momentums, they have already reached the second step!
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The demonic clone looked up at the golden curtain in the sky, shaking his head and sighing.
The connection of momentum makes these people's momentum reach the second step. Although it will not increase the mysterious calamity suddenly, it still cannot resist the power of this mysterious calamity.
Unless there is the power of sunshine, there is only a glimmer of possibility. This is still a moth flying into the flame, and will eventually be burned to ashes.
The thunder roared loudly, and hundreds of red thunders fell again, shaking the sky and the earth, and everything was being destroyed.
Just the residual power caused many monks with low cultivation levels to lose their souls.
The demonic clone stretched out his hand and a jade bowl rose above his head to protect himself and Chu Yi.
The mysterious thunder continues, one wave after another. The monks keep screaming and dying without a burial place.
In just ten breaths, seven levels of mysterious thunder descended, and only thirty of the monks who had survived the tribulation were left.
When the eighth level continued, the souls of seven people were scattered again.
With each reappearance, there are people who cannot withstand the mysterious thunder and lose their lives.
At the eleventh level, there was only one person left in the entire sky.
This man was covered in blood and his body was broken, but his body was still upright and his body was surging with energy.
"The eleventh level has passed. I will take on the twelfth level! I will not die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire golden cloud within ten thousand miles suddenly trembled, and it suddenly increased by thousands of miles and thousands of miles.
The golden light shines brightly, and a monstrous destruction many times more terrifying than before suddenly comes.
Looking up, there is only extreme brightness. Even the consciousness cannot penetrate the red light.
The sky was destroyed, and the surrounding earth was blown away layer by layer. One after another figures were swept into the hurricane, causing screams.
It's just that although these screams are piercing, they are still not as good as the desperate wail above.
The demonic clone frowned when he heard this desperate wailing. Although the red curtain covered his eyes and blocked his spiritual consciousness, he could only know from this wailing that the last monk who had passed through the Mysterious Tribulation had not resisted.
This last stage is also the most powerful one.
Hundreds of monks all died in the mysterious calamity without any chance of survival.
The way of heaven is no longer good, and has withdrawn the path leading to the way for human monks.
The red light began to fade, but it was still extremely strong. It was still impossible to see clearly around. There were still hurricanes raging around the world.