Zi Shu, who was hiding in the dark, had a heavy gaze.
This is the reason why they must establish a demon sect. Demonic cultivation is too difficult on this road. It is already very difficult to maintain the mind after becoming a demon. The stages of childbirth and transformation into gods are even more difficult. In the end, very few people survive.
Looking at Bai Mengjin's transformation, not only are there people protecting her, but they even carry the thunder for her. In this way, the possibility of survival is greatly increased.
Ninety-nine heavenly tribulations have returned to one, there are already seven paths, and only two are left.
"Boom..." Thunder continued in the sky, and thick clouds rolled in.
The eighth sky thunder was about to be brewed, and Hu Erniang said: "Let me do this one! You helped me pick up my cultivation, and now it's time for me to repay you."
Bai Mengjin didn't stop you, he just said: "Senior, please be careful, you are a ghost cultivator now, and you are restrained by the thunder."
Hu Erniang smiled: "Don't worry, I know."
Among the demonic clouds, thunder and lightning are like snakes spitting out messages.
Bai Mengjin activated the Yin Yuan Bracelet in time, and Hu Erniang jumped up.
Thick thunder pillars washed down and swallowed her up instantly.
At this moment, within the scope of the mountain-protecting formation, everyone, regardless of immortality or demonism, was looking up.
The thunder pillar was temporarily blocked, and the network formed by the red thread was looming.
However, this penultimate sky thunder was unusual and did not dissipate bit by bit like before.
Ning Yanzhi couldn't help but ask: "Master, can they hold it?"
Cen Muliang didn't know that it was Hu Erniang. He could only vaguely tell that it was a ghost cultivator. The secret Wuji Sect actually hid such a master. After hearing the question, he thought for a moment and replied: "Ordinary cultivators transform into gods, and the last thunder is also
But with such power, it’s hard to say what the result will be.”
As soon as she finished speaking, thunder exploded, the red line was swallowed up, and Hu Erniang fell down.
Everyone who saw this scene exclaimed.
Did it fail? Bai Mengjin can only carry it on his own?
At this time, a sword light shot up into the sky and caught the thunder again.
Ning Yanzhi looked at it intently and was surprised: "Master Ling! He..."
Although Ling Bufei's strength exceeds that of ordinary Nascent Soul, he is still a pseudo-god after all, which is a bit worse than the real god. The previous one couldn't withstand it, can he do it?
The sword light shook for a moment, as if it would shatter in the next moment, but it stabilized unsteadily.
The golden light loomed on Ling Bufei's body and gradually merged with the sky thunder. The power of heaven and earth was slowly absorbed by him, and the sword light became brighter and brighter, and then began to differentiate.
One turned into two, and two turned into four... Before long, it became a dense sword formation.
A sharp explosion sounded, the sword light sparked with the air, and exploded like a grand firework in mid-air.
Cen Muliang was startled: "This..."
"Master?" Ning Yanzhi vaguely felt that something very important had happened, but because of his low cultivation level, his perception was not clear.
The Changling master next to him had a solemn expression, and Brother Dai explained: "He used the sky thunder as a guide to completely inspire the cultivation left behind by his mother - from now on, Master Ling is the real god."
Ling Bufei's cultivation was not achieved by himself, so he had neither the Heavenly Tribulation of Infant Formation nor the Heavenly Tribulation of Transformation into God. Although this made him safe and secure, it also lost the opportunity to temper and could not go further.
But it's different now. He made Bai Mengjin's calamity his own and made up for this lack.
Compared to the complicated mood of everyone in Danxia Palace, Wuji Sect is much happier.
"Well, you are worthy of being the young sect leader." Yang Xiangtian said happily, "Senior Sister Jiang gave birth to a good son. All the hard work has not been in vain."
Elder Niu stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Yang is wrong, we should call the sect leader."
"Exactly! Exactly!" Yang Xiangtian laughed.
Lord Kumu was so happy that he ignored his injuries and shouted: "Senior sister, have you seen it?"
Hua silently nodded, with tears in his eyes, and murmured: "I saw it. If Senior Brother Jiang knew better, he would be able to rest in peace."
On the side of the faceless man, Zishu, Chenlong and others were speechless for a moment, while Maotu's face was ashen.
What the hell? One of them is not transforming into a god enough, and the other actually uses the heavenly calamity to his advantage? Today is really unlucky!
"Ahem!" Hu Erniang got up, extremely pleased.
This day's thunder was stronger than when she transformed into a god. In addition, she turned into a ghost cultivator and was restrained, so it was a little worse after all. Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain, Ling Bufei was able to hold on.
Next, is the last one.
"Girl, are you ready?" Hu Erniang turned around and asked.
Bai Mengjin nodded lightly.
The last thunderstorm has been brewing for a long time, and some people even suspected that it was over.
Fortunately, the monks who transform gods have experience and order their disciples not to take it lightly.
During the long wait, the roar in the sky became louder and louder, the wind roared continuously, and thunder and lightning danced wildly in the air, failing to land for a long time.
Everyone gradually became nervous. Looking at this posture, the last thunder was not easy!
Finally, golden light appeared in the sky.
In just an instant, the heaven and earth became a world of thunder and lightning.
This time it was no longer a thunder column, but a heavy downpour. But what fell was not raindrops, but actual thunder and lightning.
"Oh my god! Where are you going to hide?" The disciples panicked.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Cen Muliang shouted loudly: "Everyone, guard the demon-sealing formation and don't move lightly!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, they were swallowed up by thunder.
There is nothing between heaven and earth except thunder and lightning.
With a "boom", the mountain guarding formation was completely destroyed, and the monsters that had been spared before let out shrill screams and were swallowed up.
The Immortal Alliance had a large demon-sealing formation here, which allowed them to hold on for a few more breaths. But it only took a few breaths before Cen Muliang's lightsaber was neutralized by the thunder.
Cen Muliang waved his hand again, and the lightsaber flew up, blocking everyone for a moment.
Yang Yang threw the scroll towards the sky, which turned into the shape of a mountain in mid-air, and also blocked it.
Headmaster Xu and the elders took action one after another. Under the auspices of Archbishop Qingchuan, Canngling Mountain weaved a vine net in mid-air to try their best to protect the disciples below.
As for Bai Mengjin, they are too far away and can't really help.
In the lightning, Bai Mengjin flew up.
In the level of becoming a god, she was overflowing with demonic energy and completely unable to control herself. The stronger the demonic aura, the greater the power of the thunder.
Hu Erniang was horrified and watched helplessly as she was completely engulfed by the lightning.
"Mengjin!" Ling Bufei shouted.
The thunder showed no sign of dissipating, but became more and more intense.
Time passed little by little.
Did it fail? Why hasn’t the thunder disappeared yet? Where are the people?
Ling Bufei, Hu Erniang... everyone stared at the sky, waiting for the answer.
"It failed, it must have failed!" Maotu, who was almost knocked unconscious by the thunder, murmured, with excitement and hatred in his eyes, "There is no way she can survive such a powerful thunder. After so long,
It must have been swallowed!”
In his thoughts, a little milky white light appeared in the center of the thunder.