Under the cliff, Linghu Heng felt miserable in his heart. The three spiritual barriers that he had put in place with so much effort were completely destroyed by the first thunder. The remaining thunder struck directly at Linghu Heng.
The electric shock on Hu Heng's body made Linghu Heng's whole body numb. This made Linghu Heng have the urge to scold his mother: "God, are you trying to make things difficult for me! Three spiritual barriers are enough for others to overcome the calamity.
I can withstand two sky thunders, but my three barriers can’t withstand even one sky thunder!”
Depressed as he was, Linghu Heng still did not dare to neglect. Before the second thunderbolt fell, Linghu Heng held on to his numb body and spent half of his spiritual power to set up five barriers again.
He also cursed fiercely: "God, thief, come again if you have the ability!"
Just as the fifth barrier was deployed, the lightning in the dark clouds began to crackle again. Before Linghu Heng had time to mentally prepare, a thunder that was three points thicker than the first thunder exploded.
It struck down impartially, hitting Linghu Heng's head just above his head. There was only a loud "bang" sound, and the five barriers that Linghu Heng had painstakingly put up disappeared again, and the remaining thunder struck down on Linghu Heng again.
Hu Heng felt a general paralysis on his body.
Linghu Heng was hit by Yu Lei and his consciousness paused for a moment. Fortunately, the body transformed by spiritual power is still strong. Otherwise, it would be weird for Linghu Heng to carry the thunder with a mortal body and not die. After a while
, the total paralysis gradually subsided, Linghu Heng had no time to curse, and quickly used all his spiritual power to withstand the last thunder, even if all his spiritual power was exhausted, after all, this was no joke, an accident,
Your life is about to be handed down here. This thunder tribulation is unpredictable. Even if you hide to the ends of the earth, the thunder tribulation will still find you. A few thunders will fall without mercy. If you can resist it, it will naturally be your ancestral grave.
Smoke; if you can't resist, you can only sigh secretly at your own misfortune.
There are three thunder tribulations in the Nascent Soul stage, and the number of thunder will increase by three for each promotion. In the Mahayana stage, there are fifteen thunders. If you want to ascend, you need to cross
Only after eighteen thunderbolts can one ascend to the immortal world.
Linghu Heng didn't have time to think about his ascension. The three thunders in front of him had already made him want to die. How could he care about anything else? Let's get through the thunder disaster in front of him first! I saw Ling Huheng
Hu Heng took advantage of the gap between the third thunder tribulation and laid out spiritual power barriers one after another. If he could lay one after another, this was the truest thought in Linghu Heng's heart. Who doesn't want to live forever? But what's in front of him is that
The thunder tribulation really made Linghu Heng feel powerless. He almost lost his Taoist heart and almost surrendered.
After finally using up all his spiritual energy, Linghu Heng lay down on the ground, too tired to move. He waited quietly for the thunder to fall, and at that moment quietly watched himself perish in the thunderstorm.
In the dark clouds, a thunderstorm with flashing lightning was slowly brewing, as if it was going to kill Linghu Heng in one fell swoop. A bitter smile appeared on Linghu Heng's lips, and he thought to himself: "Father, I'm sorry, Heng'er."
It’s useless. I can’t even survive the Nascent Soul Tribulation. I’m going to die soon. I failed you and sent me to the Ancient Sword Sect. It’s really unfilial! Old Taoist priest, I know you are good to me, but I don’t have time to listen to you once.
, I will turn into dust as soon as the thunder tribulation falls, right? Big guy, I have always wanted to catch up with you, but it seems that I really can’t do it this time..." Before he could finish his thoughts, he said, "Crack!"
The lightning disaster had been brewing for a long time, and finally struck down with an irresistible momentum. Linghu Heng smiled and looked at the wonderful lightning, watching it blast away the barriers set up by Linghu Heng one by one.
There was not a trace left. In the blink of an eye, the thunder had blasted through the last barrier. Linghu Heng still didn't want to move because he knew that no one could save him at this moment...
Just when the sky thunder touched him, he felt that his surroundings turned dark, and he seemed to have fallen into an abyss, and he fell into a deep coma...
Fortunately, Linghu Heng was unconscious. The tall and short old man watching on the cliff looked at this scene. When he originally thought that Linghu Heng was about to die, he suddenly saw an incredible thing: Linghu Heng's eyes suddenly spurted out two
Daoguang, one green and one red, with green light in the left eye and red light in the right eye; and the green light directly hit the sky thunder. No matter how powerful the sky thunder was, it could not withstand the destructive attack of the blue light, and was actually destroyed in an instant.
The green light bombarded me so much that even the calamity clouds dissipated...
The tall and short old man were so shocked that they couldn't hold their tongues together and looked at each other. The short old man cried out: "What... what is this?"
Old Man Gao also stared blankly at the green light flying straight into the sky, and murmured: "Could it be...?"
The short old man asked eagerly: "Brother, do you know what's going on with this kid?"
Old Man Gao withdrew his eyes from the sky, looked at Linghu Heng who was surrounded by red light, and said uncertainly: "If I remember correctly, this kid should be the one who is lucky!"
The short old man asked in confusion: "What kind of lucky person?"
Old Man Gao seemed to be lost in memories, and said to himself: "I still remember that fifty years ago, when Master was chatting with our disciples, he once said something about a magical master who could foresee five thousand years.
The senior once predicted, 'The twin lights of green and red will bring chaos to the world!' At that time, I only thought that Master was just saying it to relieve my boredom, but unexpectedly I actually saw the twin lights of blue and red today!"
The short old man said: "Could this boy be that person?"
Old Man Gao recovered from his memories and said: "Nine times out of ten!"
The short old man said: "What does 'the world is in chaos' mean?"
The old man Gao shook his head and said: "Master said that the old man Shenjizi didn't say it clearly. He just said that the fate of the person who fulfilled it was not up to him but to God. Sure enough!" Obviously, the old man Gao was referring to the unconscious one.
Linghu Heng.
The short old man sighed and said: "Then this kid is in such a miserable state that he will never have a good life in the future. Senior brother, should we go down and help him?"
Old Man Gao shook his head and said: "His fate is determined only by God and not by him. If he dies like this, it means that he is not a person who has fulfilled his destiny." At this time, both of them fell into silence...
I don’t know how long it took before Linghu Heng woke up. It was strange that his whole body was warm but there was no trace of aura. Linghu Heng thought about what happened before he fell into coma and pinched himself hard in disbelief. It hurt.
He cried out: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! It turns out that I'm really not dead. That's not right. I was obviously struck by lightning!" He looked up and looked around. It was almost dark, so Linghu Heng went to investigate.
After looking at the situation in his body, he couldn't help but shout in surprise: "How did I succeed in overcoming the tribulation?!"
It turned out that when Linghu Heng looked inside, the original golden elixir had disappeared. Instead, there was a little doll no larger than a thumb that was about 70% similar to him. It stayed quietly in the Dantian for a while.
It absorbed spiritual energy for a while and slowly transformed it into spiritual power.
Linghu Heng carefully thought about the situation of overcoming the tribulation. It was clear that he could not survive even the thunder tribulation, but at this moment, he had formed a Nascent Soul, and even the four inner demon tribulations of "love, hate, love, and hatred" had been overcome.
After all, how could this not shock Linghu Heng?
But Linghu Heng thought about it and didn't understand what happened in the middle. In the end, he had no choice but to let it go. After returning to the hut, Linghu Heng immediately sat cross-legged and restored his spiritual power. This practice was another one.
night……
The years of cultivation always pass by in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, it was already two years ago when he was punished by the master to face the wall. Counting this, this is already Linghu Heng's seventh year in the Ancient Sword Sect. He is now ten years old.
The six-year-old boy is as tall as Wu Zhen, but he is thin in stature. If he were not dressed in ancient sword sect clothes, people would think him to be a gentle scholar. Wu Zhen is currently busy teaching the palm skills taught by the short old man.
The younger disciples of the sect are busy running around all day. Lan Yan has to supervise Yue'er's practice of sword control skills. In the past year, the number of visits has been very few, which makes the old man Gao unable to practice with peace of mind. He is in the dark all day long.
That originally cold face looked like someone owed him money.
On this day, Old Man Gao handed a letter to Linghu Heng and asked him to take it to Lan Yan. Linghu Heng, who had not moved around for a long time, was already feeling itchy, so he naturally agreed. He took the letter and went there with his sword in hand.
Yaolu Pavilion flew away.
Along the way, watching the white clouds quickly being left behind, Linghu Heng was in a good mood and couldn't help humming a tune. Not long after, Yaolu Pavilion was already in sight. Suddenly, Linghu Heng's eyes
I found something very unusual: the entire Yaolu Pavilion was actually quiet. There was no fairy-like singing and singing like in the past, and the surrounding scenery seemed to have traces of fighting. Linghu Heng felt something strange in his heart and did not dare to tell him.
Da, after finding a hidden corner and landing slowly, he let go of his senses. After knowing that there was no danger around him, he carefully explored the land that seemed to be burnt and blackened by fire. Linghu Heng was no longer the same person as Wu Xia's back then.
Meng, of course it can be seen from these traces that this is definitely not a decent technique, because there is a faintly coquettish blood-red color in the scorched earth. Linghu Heng felt anxious and hurriedly ran to Yaolu Pond
go.
Before arriving at Yaolu Pond, Linghu Heng was already frightened and confused by the pools of blood on the ground that had not yet dried. Although he already knew in his heart that there might really be an invasion from the devil, although he didn't know how the devil broke through.
The ancient Ten Thousand Swords Formation, but the bloodstains in front of him already showed the seriousness of the matter. Facing a person from the devil's path for the first time, Linghu Heng felt a little uneasy, but at the same time he was very cautious.
Lifting his feet and gently landing on the ground, Linghu Heng approached Yaolu Pond step by step. Before he reached Yaolu Pond, Linghu Heng heard a rough voice: "Hahaha, Fairy Lan, you can use your sword as you wish."
So what if the law is unparalleled? I have your good disciple in my hands. If you promise to give me a magical fish, I will naturally let her go. Otherwise, hehe, such a beautiful little beauty will die. I
Although I can’t bear to do such a dangerous thing, but if you don’t follow the path..."
"Master, save me..." The voice suddenly stopped, obviously being restrained. Linghu Heng recognized this voice. Who could it be if it wasn't the little witch named Yue'er?
"Red-haired Demon Refiner, if you dare to touch a hair of my apprentice, you will never leave this Yaolu Pavilion!" There was a chill in the words, but who else could it be if it wasn't Lan Yan?
Linghu Heng secretly said: "Oh no, the little witch has been caught. If I go back to report the news now, I will definitely alert the devil inside. This devil dares to break into the Ancient Sword Sect single-handedly. He must be a person with advanced skills and completely touch
Only after knowing the Ancient Formation of Ten Thousand Swords can I have no fear, what should I do?" For a while, Linghu Heng, who was said to have the most clever ideas, was hesitant and could not think of a good way.
Suddenly, Linghu Heng saw a mirror reflecting sunlight in a boudoir in the Yaolu Pavilion building. Linghu Heng's eyes lit up and he said happily: "I have it!" With a thought in his mind, Linghu Heng restrained his emotions.
The breath slowly moved towards Yaolu Pavilion, fearing that it might accidentally disturb the red-haired demon.
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