He could feel that the soul flag was just a branch of the Yin God, and there was no movement after that. The Yin God was not strong, so there was no need for him to disband and return.
Now just need to wait.
Waiting for Sanniang to improve his cultivation level so that he can have the power to perform magical powers.
The black jade skeleton in the center of the ruins of the huge palace is intertwined with flesh and blood.
As soon as it emerged, it was swallowed up by thunder and fire.
Even after the flesh and blood were burned away, the flames still did not go out. Instead, they clung to the skeleton and burned fiercely. The robes on his body had long since been burned, and his scales had turned into charcoal, hanging around his waist.
Thunder and fire invaded, and the pain in it made Tushanjun, the main soul who often wandered around the broken arms and limbs, feel the majesty of heaven and earth, and it really felt like prison.
His hell transformation is based on his understanding of Tao, and he has summarized the techniques that are more conducive to magical and supernatural powers, but of course they are not as good as the Hell of Heavenly Power.
The spiritual practice book says that there is great terror between life and death.
Therefore, those who become immortals are often seriously ill and have no medicine or stone to cure them. Only then can they realize the true meaning of the immortal path between life and death.
Monks who cultivate a leak-free body and become a glazed vajra are disease-free and will not suffer from serious illnesses. If they cannot seek within themselves, they can only seek outside.
As a result, many disasters were summarized by monks.
Such as human tribulation, love tribulation, demonic tribulation... and the majestic thunder tribulation.
The current thunder tribulation is not only a test of heaven and earth, but also an opportunity.
There are many ways to avoid disasters. Practicing magical powers is not only to deal with other monks, but also to deal with disasters.
Rather, it would be better to say that in the beginning, magical powers and true meaning realms were originally created to deal with disasters, but later they were more widely used in fighting.
At this time, Tushanjun was thinking about how to deal with the thunder disaster.
The remaining three thunder tribulations all possess supreme power, so if you simply resist them with strength and do not have enough mana, you need to use tricks.
It is easy to create a demon body with the death-resistant technique.
Without the control of his consciousness, he would definitely act recklessly.
Tu Shanjun didn't want this.
Then there is one magical power left.
"Devil's heart leads to heaven."
"Yin Shen takes the place of death!"
Tu Shanjun remembered the magic he had asked the devil to hand over.
This method cooperates with the destiny, and it should be possible to fake death and deceive thunder tribulation.
"Let's do this."
Tu Shanjun closed his eyes again.
Zhu Xianhe, who was guarding the outside of the Han River, let out a slight sigh. The black-red mist that had not changed for a long time had just begun to fluctuate. Although the fluctuation was very weak, it was also extremely obvious in his eyes.
He murmured: "Has this demon cultivator not been killed by lightning in a month?"
As he spoke, he looked up at the thunderclouds in the distance.
If the thunderous energy dissipates but does not disappear, it is obvious that the calamity has not yet passed.
"You are truly a hero if you can endure thunder and fire for a month!" Zhu Xianhe said.
Fast forward three years.
Tianji City has not changed much.
In such a big city, even if there are changes, it will be insignificant in terms of the overall situation.
Only thunder tribulation.
The monks in Jinxiu Sixteenth Lane outside the Han River have long been accustomed to it.
Even the three thousand miles of thunderclouds became part of the landscape.
It is said that there are three thousand miles, but only the eight hundred miles in the center are the most spectacular. The rest are just shapeless and soulless. When the scorching sun sets, they turn into mist, which only condenses in the evening.
On weekdays, except for the thicker glow in the morning and evening, there is no other impact.
There were a lot of bloodshot eyes in Zhu Xianhe's eyes.
He thought it was just a matter of more than a month, but he has been here for three years.
As a Venerable Master of Forbidden Laws, he can naturally come and go as he pleases.
It's just that no matter where I go, I always feel that there are still things that have not been completed. In addition, it is difficult to let other monks take over, and non-venerables cannot control the situation.
Therefore, he spent most of his time in the Han River.
Noon.
A pair of phoenix eyes opened, and when the divine light burst out, thousands of pure energy formed a figure and gathered behind her.
The figure looked exactly like her.
However, the only difference is the size of the aura.
She is in the late stage of Jindan, but her figure has already reached Nascent Soul.
"Looks like it's time."
Xu Sanniang sat cross-legged in the quiet room, lightly opened her red lips, and her eyes flashed with light.
Take out the Zunhun Banner and observe it.
As expected, the Yinhun Dan inside the banner was slowly decreasing.
Even though it may not be visible to the naked eye, you can still notice that the evil spirit has disappeared when it is shrouded in spiritual consciousness.
You don't have to think twice to know where the source is.
With the help of mana, it swayed slightly, and the soul flag turned into Zhang Xu and stood behind him.
The iron scroll-like banner hangs down, and more than ten thousand ghosts are drawn on the black banner cloth. When the magic power is poured into it, it seems to come to life, and it wants to jump out from the iron scroll like a picture scroll.
Throw out the soul flag and stand in front of you.
The seals in Xu Sanniang's hands kept changing.
"The great dream of heaven and earth."
"A future with me!"
"Hurry as the law dictates!"
Her physical body appeared illusory, as if it had turned into something ethereal in an instant.
The figure standing behind her that gathered pure air gradually solidified. After a while, the figure originally sitting cross-legged on the futon turned into thousands of pure air, and the body condensed by the pure air gradually solidified.
The eyes of the 'real body' gradually became full of energy, until even the flesh and blood were the same.
‘Xu Sanniang’ takes one step forward.
The majestic pressure turned into a mask of light.
The fresh air of sitting cross-legged turned into fairy streamers lingering around her side.
Xu Sanniang didn't have time to feel her own strength, so she stepped forward and grasped the Soul Reverend Flag. A tide of mana as strong as a mountain and sea poured out, and the originally dark iron flag suddenly shone brightly.
Black and red light burst out.
Sanniang seemed to see an endless plateau.
No, that's not a plateau at all.
That's a huge city!
within the city,
They are countless Yin spirits.
They were godless, as if they were waiting for something.
Until someone holds the soul flag.
Just like the moment when the magic power of the sea floods in, the heaven and earth change drastically, and thousands of ghosts turn into ferocious evil ghosts and roar in the sky.
"Roar!"
Xu Sanniang smiled while trembling.
Qingdao:
"Diemeng magical power."
"This world."
Buzz!
Wanqian Qingqi escaped from his body, and behind Xu Sanniang, a similar figure appeared.
The body's cultivation was strikingly similar to hers. At the same time as the coercion bloomed, countless mana poured from the figure and poured into the Soul Reverend Banner in Xu Sanniang's hand.
…
The flaming skull opened its eyes.
His expression was shocked.
The mighty Han River seemed to be dead silent.
"Sanniang, was she killed?"
The black jade skeleton burning with thunder and fire whispered softly.
He felt the majestic magic power, which was unprecedented.
Even Senior Brother Taiyi, who has practiced Xuanmen's authentic sect, has never had such huge magic power. It is impossible for Sanniang, a new Jindan monk, to possess it.
Tushanjun, who was on the verge of an explosion, came to his senses.
This mana is very familiar.
"Sanniang?"
"Or did I sleep for too long?"
Tu Shanjun doesn’t know.
The thick and black fog that shrouded the Han River for 800 miles seemed to be inspired all of a sudden, like a huge balloon shrinking in an instant, and the fog condensed in an instant.
It was a black jade skeleton burning with blazing thunder and fire.
The flesh and blood of the skeleton regenerated rapidly, even the thunder and fire were extinguished.
"Although I don't know what magic power Sanniang used."
"I can't live up to it."
Accompanied by the contraction of evil spirits.
The bodies of tall ghosts and gods condensed.
Red hair.
top corner.
Tu Shanjun felt infinite power filling his body, and thousands of evil spirits turned into robes and draped around his body.
Roaring to the sky.
"bring it on!"
The heaven and earth seemed to feel the provocation of ghosts and gods, and the thunderclouds of three thousand miles turned from purple to black.
A thunder dragon with fangs and claws flashed through the thunderclouds, its scales rubbed against the clouds, and bursts of thunder were heard, muffled and heavy, like a death horn.
Bang!!!
Transformation into God Thunder Tribulation.
The seventh path.
The Hell Thunder Dragon is coming in an instant.
One thought.
It was like the thunder dragon of Optimus Prime descending, followed by the snake shadow transformed into thousands of lightning arcs.
Heaven and earth seemed to be connected across a vast area just to lock in this great tribulation demon.
"Roar."
The roaring mad-haired devil stepped into the air and turned into a black beam of light.
Bang bang bang.
The light was exposed like an explosion, exploding at the figure of the demon king.
The top-cornered demon stood still facing the sky.
Set up a boxing frame.
The body is like a full moon and the arms are like a long bow.
Eight hundred miles across the border of the Han River, a black moon seemed to rise high in the sky. It was as if the huge force of the mountains and seas were adding to its body, and it was even more like a full moon in the sky. The tall figure gradually became blurred.
"Swallowing souls."
"True meaning!"
The shadow of the fist is like the shadow of the moon.
It runs like a rainbow.
The thunder dragon collided with the black moon, causing huge fluctuations.
The light annihilates the heaven and the earth.
A huge tremor.
Most of the puppet soldiers guarding the outside of the Han River lost their ability to move under this blow.
The painted boat island at Tushanjun's feet has long since disappeared.
Only the figure walking through the air.
Stand on the river!
The thunder dragon was shattered by a punch, and the thunder snake was devoured.
Powerful strength travels.
Tu Shanjun finally felt the opportunity to transform into a statue.
The surging fist was like a wave, but it calmed down under the gentle flip of the tall figure's hands. It was just a matter of a moment, and the whole world seemed to be under his control.
There was even a huge shadow gathering behind him.
Only an outline of the phantom appeared.
However, just under this outline, it was as if ghosts and gods were coming, terror locking the sky.
Ordinary people are like that insignificant ripple compared to it.
Under that supreme terror, even the heaven and earth were stagnant, not to mention the so-called ripples. It seemed that anyone who dared to look directly at the supreme ghosts and gods would be swallowed up by the fear in their hearts and become part of them.
Tu Shanjun feels as if he has become the master of a small world.
As long as he moves his fingers, heaven and earth will clear the way for him.
This is of course an illusion. Even if you control the small world, the nature of the small world is only in the world.
He can use it, but he is not the master of heaven and earth.
"The eighth thunder tribulation."
Tu Shanjun looked up.
…
"That is?!"
Zhu Xianhe was shocked and turned pale.
He originally thought something had happened to Lei Jie, so he came in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, he could feel the illustrious aura of the person who had overcome the tribulation even though he was far away from the formation.
Like the arrival of the black moon, ghosts and gods are reborn.
The phantom behind him is more like the ‘empty sky and alien earth’ that only a venerable person should possess.”
"He hasn't become a saint yet?"
"No, he has already transformed into a deity in the tribulation."
Zhu Xianhe opened his mouth wide in surprise and crushed the token without any hesitation.
A few moments.
The middle-aged monks appeared next to Zhu Xianhe.
The childlike Yuan Yuan asked in astonishment: "Why is he not dead yet?"
"Not only is he not dead, he is still surviving the tribulation."
"Has he already reached the early stage of becoming a god?"