If you want to stand safely on the ninth step of the stairs, it is naturally impossible to do so based on Ying Zilong's current cultivation level.
Unless, reach the Emperor Saint!
Even reaching the level of Emperor Saint is only possible.
If Ying Zilong does not have the origin of thunder and lightning, let alone breaking through to the Emperor Saint, even if he is now a seventh-level Emperor Saint, he would never dare to try.
You know, Tianlei Pavilion has instructions that all those who covet the ninth-level lightning must be at least the ancestor saint!
In other words, no one under the Ancestral Saint can withstand the tempering of the ninth level lightning.
However, arrogant people are always unwilling to be inferior to others.
Ying Zilong doesn't want to lose to Su Han, and level nine lightning is his only hope right now!
"I, Ying Zilong, have never lost and will never lose!!!"
While roaring, a barrier seemed to be broken in Ying Zilong's body, and the torrent struck violently. The majestic imperial power seemed to have lost its resistance and completely exploded from Ying Zilong's body.
First Level Emperor Saint!
"Young Pavilion Master has made a breakthrough?!"
"Have you finally reached the Emperor's Saint?"
"With the combat power of the Young Pavilion Master, even if he has just reached the level of Emperor Saint, he can still rival those of the second and third level Emperor Saints!"
"Hahahaha... From now on, our Tianlei Pavilion will have another Emperor Saint!"
"..."
Outside the screen, there were many cheers, and the Tianlei Pavilion disciples were all excited for Ying Zilong's breakthrough.
However, there was no trace of joy on Zunqi Tianzu's face.
He is very loyal to Tianlei Pavilion, and what he considers is naturally not whether Ying Zilong will cause trouble for him after he becomes stronger, but he clearly sees that after the breakthrough, Ying Zilong has been staring at the ninth step of the ladder.
!
"What does he want to do?"
Zunqi Tianzu's eyelids jumped wildly, and he couldn't help shouting: "Ying Zilong, don't be impatient! That ninth-level thunder light must at least be endured by an ancestor-sage-level powerhouse!!!"
Unfortunately, Ying Zilong in Wanlei Temple could not hear his roar.
However, Ying Zilong didn't rely too much on it. After he broke through, he spent a day using eight levels of lightning to stabilize his cultivation. Only after he was completely stable did he look at the ninth level of the ladder.
"Wanlei Temple belongs to me, Tianlei Pavilion. I, Ying Zilong, am the young master of Tianlei Pavilion, and I possess the origin of thunder and lightning. How can I lose to an outsider!"
"I, Ying Zilong, am not at fault in this matter. You want me to apologize to you, dream!!!"
Thinking of this, Ying Zilong's eyes showed determination, and he suddenly raised his steps. Amidst the staring eyes of Zun Qi Tianzu and others, he stepped forward to the ninth step!
"Shuashuashua..."
The moment Ying Zilong stood on the ninth step, all the nine levels of lightning existing there seemed to be affected by the sound, and they all pointed towards Ying Zilong.
The next moment, endless lightning roared, all of which struck Ying Zilong.
That kind of terrifying coercion, like it was forming a substance, or like water poured from the sky, made Ying Zilong's expression change drastically!
He finally knew that even if he had broken through to the Emperor's Saint, even if he had the origin of thunder and lightning, he would not be able to break through the ninth level of the ladder!
He subconsciously wanted to go back, but he didn't wake up until he encountered the invisible barrier between the eighth and ninth steps.
Already, there is no going back!
"Boom!!!"
The deafening roar made Ying Zilong bleed from all his orifices and became dizzy.
When those thunder and lightning fell on Ying Zilong, all his defenses collapsed. Even the origin of the lightning quickly shrank and retreated into Ying Zilong's body.
It's not that the source of thunder and lightning is not strong, but that Ying Zilong's cultivation level is too low to allow the source of thunder and lightning to exert its power, which can suppress the power of ninth-level lightning!
"Bang bang bang..."
Under the devastation of the ninth-level lightning, there was a muffled sound all over Ying Zilong's body. His skin, flesh and blood began to crack at this moment. A strong sense of life and death crisis arose in Ying Zilong's heart.
"No!!!"
Ying Zilong roared loudly: "How could it be like this... I am the young master of Tianlei Pavilion, how could I die in Wanlei Temple!!!"
This kind of roar cannot effectively prevent the bombardment of those nine-level lightning.
Seeing that the body is about to be completely destroyed, the soul of the Yuan Sheng will also collapse under the roar of the ninth-level thunder...
But at this moment, countless thunder and lightning suddenly appeared!
"Wow!!!"
From the first to the ninth steps, all the lightning was pulled out, making the nine steps instantly empty.
Zi Lei, Ying Zilong and others couldn't help but look in the direction where the thunder and lightning rolled back, and saw that all the thunder and lightning were integrated into the nine-color thunder pillar.
And this nine-color thunder pillar finally appeared as if it had been cut off from its previous infinity, and its tail appeared.
All the lightning was poured into Su Han's body, and the power of his cultivation that he had compressed for sixteen days also experienced a qualitative change at this moment.
"boom!!!"
A surging breath burst out from Su Han's body.
That is no longer the sixth level, but one more level, reaching the seventh level!
In other words, the peak Taoist saint in the eyes of ordinary monks!
"Huh...huh..."
Ying Zilong gasped for air, feeling severe pain all over his body. There was a huge hideous wound on his chest, and even the internal organs could be seen.
The sense of life and death crisis that pervaded his heart all receded at this moment, and Ying Zilong knew that he had already passed through the gate of hell.
He also knew that the lightning activated by Wan Lei Temple this time had been exhausted, and that Su Han had swallowed all the last lightning into his body.
It's equivalent to...invisibly saving him once!
However, Ying Zilong's expression was still gloomy, without any gratitude.
In his opinion, Su Han did not want to save him subjectively, but just because he wanted to absorb more lightning to allow himself to achieve a breakthrough.
Therefore, he will not be grateful to Su Han, but has been thinking about how to deal with the previous bet.
There is no need to measure how much thunder and lightning they swallowed. Just from the nine-color thunder pillar, it can be seen that Ying Zilong has lost.
"Is this Ten Thousand Thunder Temple training... over?" Zi Lei and others looked regretful. They also hoped to get more breakthroughs.
Normally, every time the Ten Thousand Thunder Temple is opened, the lightning inside it will last for about a month before it is exhausted, but this time, it only lasted less than twenty days.
Obviously, it's because of the nine-color thunder pillar.
At this moment, Su Han had also stood up.
Her black hair hangs down behind her, and her white robe moves without any wind.
He looked at Ying Zilong who was sitting cross-legged, swallowing pills to recover from his injuries.
"you lose."
Ying Zilong looked stunned.
After a moment, he snorted coldly: "So what if we lose? This is in Tianlei Pavilion, my Ying family's territory! Let me, Ying Zilong, be bound to become a top powerhouse in the future. Do you want me to apologize to you?
That’s daydreaming!”
"You really should die under these thunder and lightning." Su Han said lightly.