He quickly captured a strange charm of the avenue, which was a wonderful feeling, ethereal in body and mind.
It was another late night, and dark clouds were rolling in. It was as dark as ink, and the entire mountain peak was invisible.
Along with lightning and thunder, heavy rain poured down, and there was a hazy rain curtain between the sky and the earth.
Zhang Wenchang was in the Taoist temple, looking at the accidental flash of lightning and the pitch-black sky.
In an instant, countless silver lightnings appeared between the sky and the earth, accompanied by heavy rain.
The next moment, countless golden lightning appeared in the sky, flying like golden snakes.
The figure of the old man appeared again, still wearing tattered old clothes, with a wooden hairpin tied in his head.
On that terrible rainy night, he opened his mouth and swallowed countless lightning bolts into his mouth.
Thousands of lightnings fell from the sky again. The old Taoist still opened his mouth and sucked in. Thousands of lightnings disappeared instantly and rushed into his mouth.
None of the countless thunder and lightning that fell down escaped. He opened his mouth and sucked them all into his body, just like sucking water.
Countless thunders fell down, and there was a vast expanse of white, a catastrophe of earth, fire, wind and water, and a series of chaotic sky thunders.
Above his head, there was an ancient sky emerging, with some humanoid lightning appearing and intertwining together.
"This man is really amazing. He is actually a rare Thunder Dao monk. Throughout the ages, no great emperor has demonstrated the Dao with thunder. This man is the pinnacle of the Great Sage, and he has reached this step in the Thunder Dao."
"There is human-shaped lightning in this terrifying catastrophe. It is obviously the imprint left by the young emperor in the past. This person can not only bear it with force, but can also refine and absorb it. It is really ruthless and hard."
While Zhang Wenchang was thinking in his mind, the old Taoist opened his mouth and sucked in all the lightning.
The fairy palace formed by lightning, as well as the terrifying human-shaped lightning, were all swallowed up by him.
I saw the endless lightning in his mouth, all of which was refined into elixirs. The elixir with flashes of lightning shone all over his body, but soon became dim and ordinary again, and slipped into his belly.
"This old monster is amazing. He actually turned the thunder calamity into elixir. Not a single bit was wasted. It was all absorbed and refined."
"This person looks like an ordinary mortal. No wonder he can withstand the thunder-shaped mark of the Young Emperor. He has already evolved into an extraordinary physique."
When the terrible thunder and lightning disappeared, the old Taoist priest sat cross-legged on the bluestone again, motionless, and occasionally recited scriptures.
After a while, the old man slowly disappeared and dispersed like air.
The method of refining heavenly calamities into elixirs is very miraculous. There are no records in ancient books. It is somewhat similar to the Thunder Emperor's treasure technique that Zhang Wenchang accidentally obtained.
"Thunder Tribulation Alchemy Sutra!"
This scripture is the work of this great sage throughout his life.
He refined the heavenly calamity into pills, tempered his physique, improved his physique and cultivation, and went a long way on the path of thunder.
If the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth hadn't been so suppressed at that time, he would have been unable to take that step and become a quasi-emperor.
Maybe he could become the first emperor in history to achieve enlightenment through thunder. Zhang Wenchang thought silently in his heart.
Zhang Wenchang felt something in his heart, and two months passed before he knew it.
Zhang Wenchang flew into the endless starry sky, and countless thunders surrounded him.
Like countless seas of thunder falling, the starry sky was flooded by thunder.
Like a series of stars falling down, converging into a vast ocean.
I have to say that the current "Thunder Tribulation Alchemy Sutra" is more suitable for the practice of the human race, the Thunder Emperor's Treasure Art, because the race is not human race. Although it is the supreme thunder classic, it is not something that the current Zhang Wenchang can fully understand.
At this time, Zhang Wenchang was running the "Thunder Tribulation Alchemy Sutra". He opened his big mouth, and countless thunderbolts flew into his mouth and disappeared.
Countless thunderbolts flew in his mouth, Zhang Wenchang circulated the secret technique, and the countless thunderlights turned into a thunder pill. The lightning flashed and shone brightly, and slid into his belly.
The power of thunder immediately filled his body, constantly tempering his soul and body in a more peculiar way.
The lunar thunder descends, accompanied by bursts of black mist and shining black light.
Zhang Wenchang opened his mouth and sucked it all into his body, constantly refining it.
The sun god's thunder arrived, and the golden light illuminated the sky. The dazzling golden light was more terrifying than the stars.
Zhang Wenchang opened his mouth wide and sucked it all into his body as if he were absorbing water.
The Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation has arrived, and five rays of divine light are falling down, bringing with them the destructive power of the Five Elements.
Zhang Wenchang opened his mouth wide, and all the five elements of thunder were taken into his mouth.
The Nine-Nine Great Tribulation is coming, and nine lightning beams of nine colors fall down.
Zhang Wenchang opened his mouth wide and took it all in.
The Chaos Heavenly Tribulation is coming, chaos is vast, and countless immortal thunders are coming down. Zhang Wenchang opened his mouth wide and took them all in.
The catastrophe of creation has come, and in the thunder, countless flowers, birds, fish, insects, gods, devils, monsters, stars in the universe, and everything in the world are all composed of thunder, and they are lifelike.
Kunpeng spreads its wings, gods and demons roar, real dragons swing their tails, and phoenixes fly, all are transformed by lightning.
Zhang Wenchang showed no fear, opened his mouth and took them all in.
One after another, the young emperors intertwined with thunder appeared, each with a powerful aura and a solemn attitude.
Although their faces are blurred, their temperament cannot be imitated. They are the imprints of the great emperors of the past when they were young.
Each one of them is a young emperor, in his golden years, with the true strength of a saint in the third heaven.
After Zhang Wenchang fought with it at its peak, he opened his mouth, swallowed it into his belly, and refined it with all his strength.
One after another, the young emperors flew into his mouth like food, and were refined into thunder pills by him, which he used to temper his body and soul.
Devouring the young emperors evolved from one thunder after another, Zhang Wenchang ascended to the sky.
In the chaotic thunder, ancient fairy palaces appeared one after another, where there were countless heavenly soldiers and generals, and thousands of horses galloping.
That was the heaven in ancient times. The heavenly soldiers and generals in ancient times were all transformed by thunder and came to suppress Zhang Wenchang.
Zhang Wenchang opened his mouth wide and swallowed them all into his mouth. Even the palace transformed by thunder swallowed and refined them all.
Finally, there was a terrifying sea of chaotic thunder, which Zhang Wenchang swallowed again and refined into thunder pill.
The time it took to overcome the tribulation this time was shorter than the time spent in the previous two saint tribulations.
The first two times were mainly about fighting, but this time Zhang Wenchang swallowed them up.
Directly refining the Dao patterns imprinted in the thunder by the young emperors and refining and absorbing them can also make up for the insights gained in battle.
Countless thunders disappeared completely, and the cold and dark starry sky returned to tranquility.
Countless starlights fell down like waterfalls, condensing here, baptizing his body and soul again.
Zhang Wenchang did not deliberately suppress his cultivation. As soon as he reached it, he immediately broke through. Now Zhang Wenchang has broken through to the third level of the saint.
