At this moment, not only Ziyin, but almost everyone's heart was in their throats.
"Boom!" Finally, the last spiritual thunder fell.
The entire competition venue was completely silent, with everyone staring at the dusty high platform.
The breeze blew and the dust dispersed, and Ling Chuxi was seen kneeling on the ground, still maintaining the previous posture. Her snow-white clothes had already been dyed a dazzling bright red.
Ling Chuxi's body did not reveal the slightest trace of a cultivator, and was no different from ordinary people.
People's eyes showed a gloomy look. Logically speaking, if they successfully survived the baptism of spiritual thunder, they could be promoted to the holy level, and their physiques would also change accordingly. No matter how serious the injury was, they would be fully healed instantly, and at the same time, the holy power would be naturally released.
The immensity of the order.
However, Ling Chuxi was covered in bruises and had no momentum at all. What did this mean? It meant that she failed. Under the bombardment of the spiritual thunder, her meridians and sea of energy were completely destroyed, and she became a useless person.
It would be a joke to say that such a heaven-defying prodigy fell under the spiritual thunder of being promoted to the holy level. Even a practitioner with mediocre qualifications would generally be shocked as long as he could reach this level.
Cross the Erjiu Spirit Thunder without any danger.
But when thinking back to the previous spiritual thunder, no one could laugh. This spiritual thunder was too terrifying. Not to mention that Ling Chuzhu couldn't resist it, how many of them could resist it?
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." Ziyin murmured, almost unable to believe her eyes.
"Ling Chuxi, I thought you were so strong that you couldn't even withstand a mere twenty-nine thunderbolts, but you were turned into a useless person, hahahaha." Feng Lengsong came to Ling Chuxi, full of sarcasm.
He looked at her and laughed wildly.
Elder Tong frowned. After all, Feng Lengsong was from a noble family. Although he regarded himself as noble and arrogant, he usually acted like everyone else. Today's behavior was a little too abnormal.
Others also glared at Feng Lengsong. As fellow cultivators, they could naturally understand how frustrated and lost Ling Chuxi was at this time. It was not easy for a casual cultivator without any background to make it to one step, but he fell down.
Being promoted to the holy level under the spiritual thunder makes people infinitely sad just thinking about it.
As a fellow sect member, Feng Lengsong should not add insult to injury at this time, no matter how big the issue was with Ling Chuxi.
"Feng Lengsong, don't you think you are happy too early? You shouldn't be so close to me at all." Ling Chuxi said, standing up again with difficulty, her face so pale that there was no trace of blood.
, also showed a sarcastic smile.
"What?" Feng Lengsong was inexplicably surprised.
Others also looked at Ling Chuxi in confusion, seeming to realize something.
"Eighteen spiritual thunders have all fallen, why haven't the spiritual clouds dispersed yet?" Suddenly, someone pointed at the sky and exclaimed.
Everyone raised their heads, and sure enough, the eighteen spiritual thunders had fallen. Logically speaking, regardless of success or failure, the spiritual clouds would disperse quickly. But at this moment, the spiritual clouds not only did not disperse, but became more solid, covering the sky in layers.
Under the sun, it seems like the undulating mountains above our heads may set at any time.
There was a "pop" sound of thunder, and a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, seeming to split the entire sky into two halves.
The originally dark sky was also illuminated brightly!
"There is another one, there is actually another spiritual thunder!" Zhuo Fanglin licked his lips, suddenly turned around and ran away, his reaction was so fast and his pace was so quick.