On this day, it was a sunny afternoon, cloudless, and the sky was a clear blue. The bright sun hung high in the sky, and its brilliance shone down, making the thousands of acres of land in the back mountain of the Flower Clan spread. The flowers in the flower garden are blooming one after another, and they are extremely beautiful. People in the flower tribe love flowers and plants. Ever since they were born in their mothers' wombs, they have been exuding the fragrance of flowers and plants. Of course, the smell of some flowers and plants is not so endearing. As a result, many flower tribe monks have various smells, and some even smell so bad that they stun others. They can win without fighting. They can be called chemical weapons and cheating magic weapons.
At a glance, there are hundreds of flower tribe monks scattered in the flower garden on the back hill, planting flowers.
Everything seemed so quiet and peaceful.
But, suddenly...
The vast sky suddenly became gloomy, like the face of a three-year-old child, changing all the time. The sky that was clear just a moment ago suddenly became overcast with clouds, and even the sun shrank into the black clouds, as if I saw something terrible. The gentle breeze also turned into gusts of sinister wind, roaring across the heaven and earth, like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
Pieces of blackness covered the sky, as if ink had been spilled, and in an instant, the entire world was saturated.
"what happened?"
This sudden phenomenon of heaven and earth made many monks of the Flower Clan panic. They looked up subconsciously, with a hint of shock in their eyes. Among the large swathes of dark clouds, there were faint thunder dragons roaring over the sky and the earth. They seemed to be looming. This world is like a vast ocean, making waves.
A mysterious aura descended here.
Immediately, all the flower tribe monks were alarmed and rushed out together, flying frantically towards the back mountain.
Swish, swish, swish!
The powerful people of the Flower Clan gathered together. The leader was the Saint of the Flower Clan. Standing next to him were several reincarnation realm sages of the Flower Clan. There was a huge group of people, probably in the thousands, all of whom had the same look on their faces. They stared solemnly at the terrifying scene, but there was a faint look of surprise and excitement in everyone's eyes.
In a remote corner in the distance, a graceful and graceful woman covered with a veil stands tall and graceful, like a fairy in the world. The cool breeze ruffles her hair, making it slightly ruffled. The woman gently pulls up her long hair. She looks fragile in the wind. In the entire Flower Clan, except for the Saint of the Flower Clan and Hua Wuque, no one knew of her existence.
She is a person who does not exist in the world, a person who has been forgotten.
That was her willing choice.
But now, Hua Wuyue couldn't help but doubt whether her original decision was correct or not.
Times have changed, Hua Wuyue is no longer Hua Wuque, but Hua Wuque, is it still the Hua Wuque of the past?
"Kacha!"
Like the first thunder in early spring, it splits the clouds and descends on the world, shaking the world forever.
Rumble…
There is a terrible storm gathering in the sky. The waves of power from heaven and earth are like punishments from the sky, carrying with them the mighty divine punishment, destroying all things. The monsters within a thousand miles radius of the Flower Clan all make uneasy roars and roars. Under this lingering power, he shivered, and gradually bent his limbs and prostrated himself on the ground.
Those flowers, plants and trees were withering and falling in disorder.
At the same time, some powerful beings from all over the Eastern Territory seemed to be aware of it, looking in the direction of the Flower Clan, either thinking, or surprised, or expressionless...
A saint is about to be born in the Eastern Region!
What does this new saint mean to the Eastern Region?
Especially, this saint is the owner of Taiqing Immortal Body!
"Hahaha, Wuque has been practicing in seclusion for two hundred years, and finally found an opportunity to break into the secret realm of Tongtian!" A sage from the Flower Clan looked enthusiastic, "Once Wuque successfully survives the catastrophe, then our Flower Clan will have two people at the same time.
Zun Saint is in charge! He has become the leader among the twelve three-day families, and has a prominent position in the Eastern Region, only slightly weaker than those three major forces."
"Yes, the Holy Land of Qinglian was destroyed for five hundred years, and there were only three major forces in the Eastern Region. At this time, Wu Que's sanctification greatly increased the strength of the Hua Clan. This is the opportunity for the Hua Clan to take its place on the next level!" Another
An honorable man nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Becoming a saint is just the first step. In the future, we will step into the realm of the great emperor. At that time, the Hua Clan will truly be on par with the Nanshan Sword Sect!"
The monks of the Flower Clan were talking a lot, and their faces were all filled with joy. They suddenly felt that the future of the Flower Clan was bright and smooth.
boom!
A thousand-foot-high mountain peak exploded directly, and Hua Wuque's figure shot out from the cave, standing in the void. Hua Wuque's body was dazzling with light, lingering light, like a golden-armored god of war, with long hair flying, and a pair of
His deep eyes are like stars in the night sky.
Hua Wuque stood there, looking up at the sky fearlessly.
The mighty thunder became more and more intense.
Hua Wuque's handsome face remained unmoved.
"Wu Que, do you need the fairy weapons inherited by the Hua Clan to resist the heavenly tribulation?" The Saint of the Flower Clan observed that the aura of the heavenly tribulation was terrifying. It was not an ordinary sage's heavenly tribulation. It most likely reached the seventh level or above of the intensity of the heavenly tribulation. He was worried that Hua Wuque had underestimated that day.
Jie, he opened his mouth and shouted.
Throughout the ages, countless geniuses have fallen to heavenly calamities, including many possessors of immortal bodies.
Hua Wuque shook his head.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the dark clouds dispersed!
The raging thunder sea seemed to be steaming, tearing the space apart!
Lightning and thunder, the weather is endless.
The purple thunder and lightning is as thick as a mountain, as long as a river, across the sky and the earth, and there is no end!
boom!
The purple thunder and lightning condensed, at first glance, looked like a blue dragon, roaring and rushing towards Hua Wuque!
Hua Wuque snorted coldly, clenched his right fist, gathered strength, and the overwhelming brilliance gathered on his fist. Then, he stepped lightly, his body rushed up, raised his fist to blast out, and blasted towards the purple
thunder!
"boom!"
Suddenly, the earth trembled.
Everyone in the Hua Clan felt that the ground beneath their feet was shaken.
"This is?"
The saint of the flower clan stared closely at the purple thunder that was shattered by Hua Wuque's punch. Feeling its aura, he said in horror: "It's the Zixiao Divine Thunder!"
"What?"
"Ninefold Purple Sky Divine Thunder?"
"Hiss! That is the most terrifying disaster! The highest weight!"
"Young Master Wuque is worthy of being a Taiqing Immortal, and his heavenly calamity is actually the Nine-layer Purple Sky Divine Thunder. If word spreads, it will definitely shock the heavens!"
As a catastrophe-transcending person, Hua Wuque had a vague feeling from the beginning that his catastrophe was unusual. The moment he saw the purple thunder, he was already sure that his catastrophe was the most terrifying nine-fold purple sky thunder.
!
According to statistics, there are about hundreds of immortal bodies who have fallen under the Nine-layer Purple Sky Divine Thunder throughout the ages!
And this number occupies a large proportion among all the immortal monks.
"In order to stand up, I abandoned my dignity and my former self. I did not hesitate to bear the infamy and took refuge in the Tongtian Divine Sect. I did everything. What can this mere nine-fold purple sky divine thunder do to me?"
With the rolling roar of thunder, Hua Wuque's figure was also annihilated by the monstrous sea of thunder.
Seven days later, news came out...
The Holy Son without Que, steps into the secret realm of Heaven and aspires to become a Saint.
Some people claimed that they witnessed Mr. Wuque going to the Starry Sky Battlefield with their own eyes...