No matter whether God sees forever or not, he will not answer the question of a monk at the peak of the golden elixir.
This monk is not even a living being.
He has derived flesh and blood, a golden elixir, a yin spirit, and his own consciousness, but he only lacks the mana to activate it.
He is just a soul flag.
Sometimes Mr. Tushan doesn't know whether he is the soul flag or the soul flag is himself. Did the soul flag obtain its own memory and give birth to consciousness, or did consciousness make the soul flag become like this?
He had thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he had to practice, and he couldn't waste the precious magic power Chi Xuan gave him.
Just like Chi Xuan said.
Without magic power, Tushanjun is just a soul flag, and it is difficult for the main soul to even get out of the soul flag.
Perhaps he would also like to thank that broken, crude, and useless interface for preserving his consciousness as a human being and allowing him to walk in the world with a unique posture.
"Boom."
The roar of the Brontosaurus is right in front of you.
Soul Swallowing Fist.
sacrifice.
Qi machines surrounded him.
Tu Shanjun punched out, and his true intention and energy were spread out.
The evil energy between the entire heaven and earth turned into a whirlpool and converged towards the soul flag in the center. Even the thunder dragon that was facing tit-for-tat with Tu Shanjun was swallowed up part of the evil energy and merged into the soul flag below.
True meaning is one's own understanding of the Tao, and it is also a more powerful means of fighting.
The roaring Zhenyi Qiji roared like Tu Shanjun's state of mind, carrying Tu Shanjun's body and arriving in front of the eighth thunder dragon. At this moment, the thunder came into contact with the fist that pierced the sky.
The world seemed to have pressed the pause button at this moment.
What followed was a dazzling divine light.
"Swallow the soul!"
Tu Shanjun poured out his breath, and the black steam evaporated from his back, making the green-faced and fanged face look like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, opening its bloody mouth to choose people to devour.
The tremendous pressure caused his fist to turn black. In the blink of an eye, his entire arm had turned into black coal. He could no longer feel the pain because the overwhelming forces of the world were pressing down on his shoulders.
Master Yuyan once said that if you don't understand the true meaning, you won't be able to deal with the thunder tribulation.
However, just having true intentions is not enough.
Sufficient preparations are also needed, such as magic weapons and talismans to resist thunder disasters, and the most important thing is elixirs. Whether it is to replenish mana, repair injuries, or elixirs to make one's own strength explode.
No monk can easily deal with thunder tribulation.
Tushanjun is no exception.
The thunder dragon destroyed his body, while the evil spirit of the Soul Flag was repairing his body. In this torment of destruction and rebirth, mana was consumed crazily.
At this time, no matter whether the evening sun was dazzling or not, I just felt the biting cold, and the thunder was like a steel needle piercing my body, smashing everything into pieces, boiling and frying, and stewing into a pot.
The tribulation thunder was very different from ordinary thunder. The flashing arc was like a knife, cutting off Tushanjun's flesh and blood piece by piece. After a while, most of his face was left with only white bones.
Scarlet eyes and pitch-black white eyes rolled in the white sockets.
…
"This scene must be coming to an end."
The blue-robed monk said softly, his eyes flashing.
If this thunder can be carried down again, the person who has overcome the tribulation will have a high chance of becoming the True Monarch of Nascent Soul. When the time comes, they must obediently go and congratulate them, otherwise the other party may take action against them.
If you want to leave, now is the perfect time to leave.
He looked around and found that the remaining three monks showed no signs of leaving. The Golden Pill Grandmaster of Netherworld was a little shaken.
Master Changshui doesn't know how he feels now.
All in all, he hoped that the person could make it through, but also hoped that the person would not make it through.
As a monk, he wants to see other monks become stronger, so that he can also be inspired.
However, that person still holds the magic weapon passed down from his junior sister's family, and he cannot just watch the other person pass through the tribulation and become the true king. If the time comes, he will not be able to replace it.
The Earthly Corpse Master stared at Lei Jie.
Although he couldn't see the scene clearly at all, he still tried his best to keep his eyes open for fear of missing any detail.
This is how monks overcome tribulations. If they want to successfully overcome tribulations in the future, they will inevitably need some experience.
Such a grand scene is rare in Xiaohuangyu for thousands of years.
The blood elder monster's expression was erratic, and his squinted eyes contained an inexplicable expression. He looked at the token in his hand, as if he was confirming something. Seeing that the roaring thunder dragon was losing momentum, he shook up his treasure bottle and poured out a
A wasp as long as a little finger.
This change in general situation also shocked many sects. Due to the problems in the territory, the monks of those major sects were slow to arrive.
Some have no intention of coming over at all.
Among them is Yangcheng.
Master Yuyan's lifespan is short, and he can no longer move around at will.
Moreover, on the surface, he is the most promising person in the entire Xiaohuang Realm to successfully overcome the tribulation. Once he passes, he will no longer be able to suppress his strength, and will have to be forced to overcome the tribulation.
Furthermore, the Blood Evil Sect and the Corpse Demon Sect are eyeing Yangcheng. There is no guarantee that it was not a trick to lure them there. It is only right to defend Yangcheng now.
With such considerations in mind, Master Yuyan did not rush here.
Qingyun Temple is too far away to cross the Blood Evil Sect in the middle. It wants to come over, but there is no way. Qingyun Temple and the Blood Evil Sect are not compatible with each other. They have been hostile for a long time, and it is impossible for their great masters to take risks.
come over.
The place chosen by Tu Shanjun is indeed very good. It is at the junction of the two major demon sects and at the other end of the Netherworld. It has sufficient evil energy. If you have any plans after the tribulation, you can use the demon sect to implement it.
However, these are all things for later.
Whether we can get through it now is a question.
Only the skeleton and the attached internal organs were left in Tushanjun's entire body. Even with his great strength, he could not withstand the eighth thunder dragon.
God's tests on the creatures in this world are also really cruel.
The light of day shines.
The thundercloud of two thousand miles has only the last swan song left.
This blow must be devastating.
At this time, Tushanjun discovered a fatal problem.
His magic power is not enough.
No matter how powerful Chi Xuan's magic power is, he is only a late-stage Jindan monk. With such streamlined use, there is still no surplus magic power for him to use.
In the end, the remaining 20% is more than 20%. I don’t know if I can bear it.
"Refining!"
The huge banyan tree formed by the seal, shaped like a mountain, was sacrificed by Tu Shanjun with his magic power. The opened crown of the tree was like an island suspended in the vast sea of clouds, and the huge evil energy was continuously replenished to the Zunhun Banner.
With the evil spirit replenished, Tushanjun's body quickly grew new flesh and blood, and it returned to its original state within a short time.
The ninth thunder descends.
Tu Shanjun felt that the space in all directions was slightly distorted, and the pressure was like a prison, as if it was about to crush people into pulp.
Look up.
"King of Ghosts."
"living!"
When the formula seal fell, his body suddenly rose to one foot six.
The purple lines on both corners light up to form an up-and-down light array.
His stern face was covered in cyan.
Showing a mouth of fangs.
Gathering together the ten golden elixir masters, hundreds of foundation-building yin gods, and thousands of qi-training yin souls in the soul flags, Tu Shanjun's aura quickly rose, and the clothes of the great sacrifice appeared on his naked body, and ten solid small flags stood like a forest.
on his back.
"Swallowing souls."
Tu Shanjun missed the mark with one step.
The air current rises from the ground and comes from the soul flag.
Countless black mist followed him. He was the only one who survived the tribulation, but it looked like there were thousands of troops.
The pressure that erupted even widened the eyes of the golden elixir masters who were peeping from thousands of miles away, and they hurriedly retreated for fear of being affected.
The blood elder monster was secretly surprised and regretted at the same time.
If that person succeeds in overcoming the tribulation, wouldn't he be in trouble?
…
"True meaning."
The red-haired, blue-faced evil spirit carrying ten small flags roared loudly.
The billowing black mist is entangled with the air.
Tushanjun soared into the sky.
Like a roc with wings spread, or like a ferocious evil ghost rushing up from hell, riding the wind straight up nine thousand miles.
"kill!"
Even if you are as small as a mayfly, you must still wave your fist to the sky!
To break free from the shackles.
Crush the thunder calamity that blocks him!
The ninth thunder dragon can no longer be said to be a thunder dragon, because Tu Shanjun can't see the appearance of the thunder dragon at all.
The surging lightning was like an inverted sea. Most of the Thunder Dragon's body was hidden in the thick black cumulus clouds. However, the exposed dragon's head was already bigger than the crown of the banyan tree he had seen.
The dangerous energy between heaven and earth completely locked onto him.
Tushanjun himself knew it very well.
If this blow succeeds, the world will be widened; if it fails, the magic weapon will be shattered, the main soul will be annihilated, and it will end in death.
But, how could he lose!
"swallow!"
With this punch, mountains and rivers were turned upside down, and the sun and moon were dimmed.
The true meaning of soul-swallowing bursts out from this tiny fist like invisible waves.
A sudden light appeared.
The heaven and earth turned into a sea of white light, and the flesh and blood of Tushanjun's body, which was fighting against the thunder and calamity, was rapidly disappearing. The originally powerful and dangerous aura was gradually submerged, and even the bones of Jindan Daren were not left.
The huge banyan tree in the soul banner seems to be connected to the flesh and blood, and it is also rapidly disappearing. Only the soul banner is broken and repaired, and the cycle starts again.
Boom!!!
A loud noise erupted between heaven and earth.
The Dragon of Thunder Tribulation slowly disappeared, and a black soul flag fell from the sky, carrying smoke and burning firelight.
It landed on the high altar with a bang.
The desolate Taoist in red robe had a smile on his face.
He originally wanted to reach out and hold the Zunhun Banner, which had greatly changed its appearance and shone with spiritual light, but the raised arm still fell down, and his eyes dimmed accordingly.
There was no mana to push it, and there was no mana at the last moment. I relied entirely on the foundation of the banyan tree to get through it.
The soul flag has completely absorbed the banyan tree.
…
The sky and the earth are clear, and the thunder calamity dissipates.
Only a huge spiritual light flickered in the distance.
The blood elder monster was ecstatic, stunned and stunned on the spot, and then turned into a ray of light and flew towards the center of the thunder tribulation. That was not the aura of a monk at all, but the spiritual light emitted by some shocking treasure.
Just as he thought, the monk who had overcome the calamity still did not survive.
"There's a baby!"
The Earthly Corpse Master let out a strange cry and rushed towards the place where the spiritual light flickered with all his strength.