In the Sutra Collection Pavilion, Taoist Meng also opened his sleepy eyes, stretched out a white finger, and tapped lightly on the sky!
In an instant, the sky curtain split to both sides, revealing the real sky with red stars!
The stars are bright, the breeze is gentle, and it is night time.
At this moment, Jin Ling moved!
"choke!"
A crisp sword sound resounded throughout the world!
In the brilliant golden light, Jin Ling's entire body turned into a fairy sword, with the tip of the sword pointing upward, exuding an endless cold killing aura.
The fairy sword trembled slightly, and its momentum became stronger and stronger.
At this moment, in the Immortal Sect, except for the pure Yang magic weapon worn by the leader, the Shenxiao Red Feather Sword, and Ao Lin's Ice Soul Divine Light Sword, all the swords began to tremble.
The owners of these swords were inexplicably surprised. Looking at the fairy swords that were changing in the void, they were extremely shocked.
"Buzz!"
Invisible energy spread around, and the disciples sitting quietly in the sect square felt a chill in their hearts, as if they were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and their bodies began to tremble involuntarily.
A sea of suffering seemed to appear before their eyes, with endless Inferi monsters roaring, rolling, and rushing towards them!
"ah!"
Some disciples with lower realms were frightened by this scene and screamed uncontrollably.
Some disciples gritted their teeth, endured fear, and struggled to hold on.
Only a few disciples looked at everything in front of them calmly, their backs motionless.
"After the competition, these disciples who did not participate in the competition will all go to the sea of suffering to practice!"
Master Miaoran said calmly.
"Yes! Follow the teachings!" An elder responded.
At this moment, the fairy sword transformed by Jin Ling changed again. The tip of the sword flicked suddenly, making a sound like a strike.
"Zheng!"
This sound rang in everyone's ears and in the spiritual consciousness of many swordsmen.
Next, everyone in the Immortal Sect witnessed a unique spectacle.
"Brush! Brush! Brush!"
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
"Chi! Chi! Chi!"
At this moment, countless swords shot out from various places in the Immortal Sect, and different swords made different sounds of friction.
These swordsmen rushed to the immortal sword, and all of them tapped their sword tips slightly, pointing downwards, to show their submission!
Everyone stared at this scene blankly, their eyes full of disbelief!
"Ten thousand swords return to the clan!"
Master Miaohua stood up suddenly. He pressed the Demon-Destroying Immortal Sword on his back tightly and rushed forward even if he didn't let it go. Otherwise, his master would be too shameless.
This Demon-Destroying Immortal Sword is still a little short of becoming Pure Yang. At this moment, it is also affected by the golden spirit and is ready to move.
"I'll have something to say next time I meet the old Taoist Qinglian, hahaha!"
The headmaster laughed heartily and felt extremely happy.
This Qinglian Taoist is the master of the Weiyu Mountain Taibai Sword Sect, Qinglian Zhenren.
He often claims to be the number one sword cultivator in the Scarlet Bright Realm, and he and Master Yuan Song of the Tianyuan Sword Sect are often at odds with each other, refusing to give in to each other.
At this time, in the Taibai Sword Sect far away in the north of Shenzhou to the east, an old Taoist dressed in green was stroking the Tai'a Sword in his hand. As if he was sensing something, his eyes flickered and he looked towards the location of the Immortal Sect.
This person is none other than Zhenren Qinglian.
His gaze seemed to travel through space and onto the fairy sword.
Under the attention of all the people, the fairy sword moved, and the sword's body shone brightly to the extreme, bursting out with endless killing intent, shooting straight into the sky!
In the eyes of Master Miaozhu and other seniors of Dongxu, the fairy sword rushed out of the layer of Gangfeng Thunder and Fire, rushed out of the atmosphere, and rushed out of the starry sky to welcome the baptism of thunder!
The vast thunderstorm crashed down in an instant, overwhelmingly bombarding the fairy sword!
The fairy sword stands tall in the midst of thunder and calamity, no matter how thundery the sky is, it remains motionless!
Monks generally do not experience thunder tribulations before they merge with the Tao. They only experience the enlightenment tribulation when they merge with the Tao.
There are also a small number of monks with unparalleled talents who must pass through tribulations every time they reach a great realm, such as the Golden Core Tribulation that Yue Chen passed through.
This is the test of heaven for monks. If you want to inherit the crown, you must bear its weight. If you pass it, you will get great benefits. If you cannot pass it, your body will die and the Tao will disappear.
But Jin Ling is different. He looks like a human but not a human, looks like a treasure but not a treasure. He has to survive both the weapon tribulation and the human tribulation, which is much more difficult than ordinary monks.
However, there is only one truth in the spiritual world, whoever has a bigger fist is the boss!
The same goes for overcoming tribulations. As long as you are strong enough, there is no tribulation that you cannot overcome!
On the Divine Thunder Peak, although Wang Ming and others could not see the thunder tribulation outside the starry sky, they also knew that Jin Ling was undergoing a crucial transformation, and they were all nervously waiting for him to appear again.
"I wonder if Senior Brother Xuance's transformation went smoothly?" Ao Yue looked at the sky and asked nervously.
Ao Lin also looked over silently.
"It will definitely work!" Wang Ming replied without thinking.
In his heart, Jin Ling is a more powerful being than his senior brother, and he has never seen him fail!
The same thing is true. As time goes by, the thunder outside the starry sky gradually subsides, and Jin Ling finally survives the thunder tribulation and advances to the soul!
"What a swordsman!"
Master Miaoyi looked at the golden spirit standing in the starry sky and said in admiration.
Who wouldn’t envy these disciples?
Master Miaozhu looked at Master Taiyuan and said, "Nephew Taiyuan, I'm afraid that this disciple of yours wants to be better than his master!"
Taiyuan Zhenren twitched his lips and showed a stiff smile.
Master Miaozhu grinned and turned away, trying not to look at him without laughing.
"Okay, let's all disperse. You can collect the rewards from each peak at the sect's treasury and distribute them among yourself. After all the disciples have recovered from their injuries, we can hold Xuance's Soul Ceremony!"
The headmaster made the final decision, and everyone praised him.
Since then, this unique disciple competition has come to an end with the golden spirit advancing into the soul.
"Yuan Shen, how many monks can't break through even after they sit down and become gods? Among us, the ones with the highest level are still attacking the gods, but Junior Brother Xuance is the latecomer!"
Some senior brothers of Xuan generation sighed.
"What are you comparing with Junior Brother Xuance? You are just an old cucumber painted green. If you are competing with Junior Brother Xuanxiao and Junior Brother Xuanyi, don't let them come from behind, otherwise it will be embarrassing!"
Some fellow disciples retorted, citing Yue Chen and other new disciples.
The person who was sighing in the first place choked up and thought to himself, in this matter of cultivation, who can guarantee a smooth advancement? Could this person be sowing discord and messing with our Taoism?
Not to mention the turbulent undercurrents among these disciples, who were then stimulated by the golden spirit and retreated one after another, for fear of being beaten to death on the beach by the back waves.
On the Divine Thunder Peak, everyone put aside their plans to visit the Water Mansion and the Immortal Mansion for the time being. After receiving the rewards from their sects, they also retreated to recuperate.
Seeing this, Ao Lin also returned to Xianyu Tower, took out a Qiankun bag, and checked it.
[Author's digression]: Group number: 862408820, is it true that no one comes in? We can discuss the plot, and there can also be a second part if readers request it!