The so-called venerable person has a life span of five hundred, that is the limit.
Lin Changfeng, who lived to be 450 years old, is an extremely long-lived existence among all the sages. If he had not suddenly appeared in the dark and turbulent time, many people would have thought that he was dead.
There is truly no such thing as a venerable person who has lived for more than 500 years. There are only a few cases in the history of the mainland.
Not to mention the Great Master, many quasi-sages present are less than five hundred years old.
"No wonder! According to legend, those who violate the taboos of heaven and earth will be punished more severely when they go through the holy tribulation."
The emperor's uncle sighed with emotion, and the other quasi-sages were also amazed.
But! Violating the taboos of heaven and earth is more difficult than overcoming tribulation and becoming a saint.
Violating the taboos of heaven and earth is an act against nature. How can ordinary people have such ability? It has always been a legend in the mainland.
In the square, in terms of symbolic status, the highest one is of course the emperor of Xiling Kingdom. But in terms of actual status, those quasi-sages are the ones with the highest status.
Not only are their cultivation levels so high that they are the best in the world, but their knowledge and knowledge are also extremely rich.
Hua Yiran looked at the thunderclouds above the nine heavens, his expression always calm and calm. He was mentally prepared for his master to change his fate against the will of heaven and increase his life span. If he goes against the will of heaven, he will be punished by heaven. He will not become a saint.
Then, once you become a saint, the calamity of cause and effect will be reduced.
So he was very calm and not surprised at all.
Boom!
The fourth thunder tribulation fell, which was more terrifying than the third thunder tribulation. The heaven and earth were filled with white light, and everything was silent.
Hua Yiran was struck down three thousand feet by the thunder and almost fell from the air. His body was trembling slightly and his face was extremely pale.
"How terrible!"
The power of the thunder calamity just now was comparable to a saint's full blow, and it was enough to kill everyone in the square.
Fortunately, thunder tribulation only targets those who have overcome the tribulation, otherwise any leakage of power would cause extremely disastrous disasters.
The royal family members and people from other sects looked at the sky with slightly strange eyes.
The Holy Tribulation of June 1st is so terrifying that even ordinary saints who have become saints may not be able to survive it.
The old man in Qianbao Palace has just become a saint, and has not completely cast the holy foundation, so he is afraid that there will be more misfortune.
The saint who just appears in Qianbao Palace is likely to be destroyed immediately.
The royal family of Xiling Kingdom and other sects are naturally very willing to see this happen. There are already saints in Qianbao Palace who are majestic to the world. If another saint is added, the royal family and other sects will never be able to succeed.
The fifth thunder tribulation gradually emerged from the thunder clouds, and was more terrifying than the fourth thunder tribulation.
Endless lightning shines on the heaven and earth, and all the light in the world seems to be covered.
The dazzling lightning fell down and struck Hua Yiran violently.
Rumble.
Thunder and lightning covered the sky, turning into a sea of thunder, and the clouds above the sky were completely shaken away.
Hua Yiran fell from the air and hit the mountain wall of Purple God Peak, knocking the mountain wall protected by the formation into a deep pit. Endless thunder and lightning beat wildly in the pit.
Poof!
Hua Yiran's hair was disheveled, his body was charred, and he was in an extremely miserable state. His clothes were dyed red with blood. His eyes, nostrils, ears, skin, body, and mouth... thunder and lightning were popping up crazily all over his body, like a mature man soaked in thunder and lightning.
Shrimp.
Obviously, the fifth lightning tribulation still severely injured him.
"Grandpa Taizu, can the old man from Qianbao Palace survive the holy calamity?" Lu Xinyan said unbearably.
At this moment, she finally realized the horror of the Holy Tribulation.
Such a magnificent master of swordsmanship was actually struck like this by lightning.
"It's more bad than good." The old man in white robe sighed softly.
In the fifth thunder tribulation, the old man had run out of gas and was struggling to his death.
The sixth thunder tribulation will be much more terrifying than the fifth thunder tribulation.
The situation in front of us can be said to be a dead end.
Moreover, a saint can only overcome the calamity by himself, and no one can interfere, otherwise it will only arouse the wrath of heaven, leading to even more terrible consequences.
The Emperor's uncle, the quasi-sage ancestor of Zhui Feng Sect, the new head of the Beiyuan Lin family...
Each of the quasi-sages pretended to be solemn, but the emotions deep in their eyes gradually relaxed. They had also seen that the old man in Qianbao Palace was in danger, and he was afraid that he would not be able to survive the holy calamity.
The Sixty-One Holy Tribulation involves death and no life, and it cannot be overcome except by those who defy the heavens. It is the supreme holy calamity that belongs to the Heavenly Lord. No matter how powerful the Great Lord is, he will only die if he encounters it.
Of course, not everyone is gloating.
In the square, there were also many sighs, and their eyes were full of regret.
How many years does it take for a saint to appear in Xiling Kingdom?
It would be a pity if the tribulation failed.
At this moment, there is only one way to save the old man.
That is to dissipate your cultivation in the Holy Realm and fall back to the Venerable Realm. If you don't become a Saint, there will naturally be no more Holy Tribulation, and the Thunder Tribulation will dissipate on its own.
Of course, once you do that... it means that there will never be the possibility of becoming a saint, and the path to sainthood will be completely cut off.
Hua Yiran struggled out of the pit and stepped onto Jiutian again step by step. His body exuded the smell of charcoal, his clothes were ragged, and traces of thunder and lightning were still raging around him.
He did not flinch, and still took the initiative to face his own thunder disaster. Even though he had been seriously injured at this time, and his energy was exhausted.
The holy road is not easy, and the long pass is like iron. To be able to reach this point, he has experienced too much, and he has no reason to back down.
He has been seeking Taoism for five hundred years, step by step; he must give himself an explanation and find the final answer, even if it costs his life.
Everyone looked at the old man in the sky and remained silent. No one said a word. Everyone knew the old man's choice.
Yu Yinghai sighed softly, his eyes dim. Young people may not be able to understand it, but they, the old guys who have been cultivating all their lives, are deeply touched. They have been seeking the truth all their lives and worked hard. Now that the great road is right in front of them, who will give up, even if they know it well?
If there is a dead end in front of us, we will choose to keep walking until we reach the end of the road.
The thunder clouds rolled, and the sixth and last thunder tribulation of the Holy Tribulation was brewing. The waiting time this time was extraordinarily long, which also meant that the final blow was bound to be earth-shattering.
Hua Yiran stood above the nine heavens, his hair blown by the strong wind, silently waiting for the last moment.
He also knew that he was in danger, but he had to move forward.
Suddenly, a ray of green light lit up from the depths of Qianbao Mountain, soared upward, and flew to the nine heavens.
The whole world was illuminated by blue light, and everyone was blinded by the bright blue light.
It was an exquisite green lotus, delicate and lifelike, as if it had just bloomed from the water, exuding the breath of endless life.
"Hua Yiran, where there is death there is life, where there is despair there is hope. Heaven is merciless, but it also pays attention to balance. When all things grow in the world, there is no absolute dead end, and there is a trace of vitality."
A vague and indifferent voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.