Aiming for the Immortal Path

The difficulty and crisis involved are no easier than those of the monk surnamed Liu who vowed to use the sword to overcome the catastrophe.

I thought that the other party might have other considerations after crossing the heavenly tribulation seven times.

After listening to Jiang Xueyan say this, I found that this was not the case.

But...he was greatly encouraged by the other party's character and will that would not give up until he reached his goal.

The two have different directions and different goals.

But in the middle of the journey, there is something different but similar in purpose. .??.

At this moment, Su Twelve's worries about the dim future and the fear of crisis were completely gone.

I feel my heart is full of fighting spirit and heroic spirit.

Su Twelve's change in mood was extremely subtle, but several people present were still keenly aware of it.

Everyone looked sideways, their eyes falling on Su Twelve.

Facing such a powerful person, everyone was intimidated, but Su Twelve was the only one with high fighting spirit!

Even... some understanding!

At this moment, there was only one thought left in everyone's mind. It was not unreasonable for Su Twelve to be valued by the Sword Master of the East China Sea.

The idea was just floating around, and suddenly a thunderbolt in the clear sky in the distance was like a dragon turning over and exploding, attracting everyone's attention again.

Dark clouds were rolling in the sky, covering the sky dozens of miles away.

Thick black clouds kept rolling, and thunder was rolling in them. Every sound made the earth tremble.

The clouds were so thick that only the sound of thunder could be heard but no lightning could be seen.

But the invisible coercion exudes a destructive aura, causing both monsters and ordinary creatures in the sea to flee.

Under this pressure, the seawater was forced to roll back, with a depression of dozens of feet in the middle, like a huge transparent bowl squeezing the seawater.

More than ten waterspouts rose into the sky all around, one after another, setting off a terrifying sea breeze.

The aura of heaven and earth within a hundred miles radius disappeared in an instant.

Looking from afar,

It is simply a scene of doomsday coming and the world being completely destroyed.

Even the people on the island dozens of miles away were all standing on their heads in an instant.

In the air, I couldn't feel the aura of heaven and earth at all, and I was even more oppressed by this breath, making it difficult to breathe.

"This...is this the three-nine heavenly tribulations that must be experienced to become a Nascent Soul? Such a terrifying aura is...too amazing!"

The monk with different eyes widened his eyes and could not hide the look of panic on his brows.

All living things have the instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil. Man is the leader of all spirits, and he is no exception.

The sight in front of me made people's scalp numb.

Li Piaoyu couldn't help but say, "According to the description in the sect's book, it shouldn't be so scary. With such power, is it comparable to the six or nine heavenly tribulations experienced by monks in the out-of-body stage?"

Li Piaoyue squinted her eyes, suppressed the hatred in her eyes, turned around and explained to her classmates.

"Sixty-nine heavenly tribulations are not necessarily possible!"

"According to the records in the sect's ancient books, once a monk fails to overcome a tribulation, even if he is lucky enough to survive, the power of the tribulation will indeed become stronger the next time he overcomes the tribulation."

"This person has survived seven heavenly tribulations. It is not surprising that the heavenly tribulations have such great power."

The monk with different eyes immediately praised: "So that's it! That means Senior Sister Yue is patient and willing to spend a lot of time in the library and read all the books. I originally thought that this was useless, but today it seems that Senior Sister Yue is really useful. What a foresight.”

"You don't need to tell me?" Li Piaoyu rolled her eyes at the monk with different eyes, looked into the distance, and said doubtfully: "Can this person really survive such a powerful catastrophe?"

The monk with different eyes reacted and immediately whispered: "If this person dies in the catastrophe, it will be counted as two

Senior brother deserves his life. Otherwise, it would be terrifying to think about finding this kind of guy to avenge Second Senior Brother. "

As soon as the words of the different-eyed cultivator were spoken, Jiang Xueyan immediately glared at her, "Huh! How can Senior Liu's strength be beyond your imagination? He... will definitely be able to survive this catastrophe."

After saying that, Jiang Xueyan kept her distance from the others calmly.

She did not see Xu Yang being killed, only Su Twelve drawing a sword, but she could guess a thing or two from the conversations between several people.

He glanced at Su Twelve from the corner of his eye and saw that Su Twelve was neither sad nor happy. He was always staring ahead with all his concentration. There was no trace of resentment in his eyebrows, and he was secretly relieved.

Fellow Daoist Su was able to present the best earth elixir back then, which shows his character. To this day, to be able to be valued by Senior Liu should be because his original intention has not changed!

Su Twelve naturally didn't know what Jiang Xueyan was thinking.

He did not look back, but silently wrote down the information Li Piaoyue mentioned.

Until now, he has been practicing alone. He spends most of his time traveling around, just like a casual practitioner. Although I finished reading the book, I basically relied on the miscellaneous notes from classics collected by myself.

There is a big difference from Li Piaoyue, a true disciple of the sect who has been seriously cultivated and has undergone systematic training.

Just like the secrets about the heavenly tribulation, only the major forces from all sides have detailed records.

Seven heavenly tribulations...

After turning his mind, feeling the pressure in the air getting stronger and stronger, Su Twelve blurted out.

"The calamity...is coming!"

As soon as the words left his mouth.

The endless muffled thunder suddenly stopped.

Then, nine buckets were thick and thin, thousands of feet long, each branch branched out into countless cyan thunders as fine as spider webs, and connected to the sky and the ground, tearing apart the clouds and sky, and rushing towards the same direction with the mighty power of heaven to bombard them.

The Sword Master of the East China Sea stands proudly above the sea, his clothes and hair blowing in the sea breeze

It blew and made a strong sound of wind.

Compared with the thunders that pierced the sky, his mortal body seemed extremely small.

But there was no fear on his face, his head was slightly raised, his eyes glowed with sword light, and he calmly faced the nine thunders falling from the sky.

The sword points to the sky.

Around him, the clouds and mist formed by the sword energy surged, shrinking and condensing at an astonishing speed.

In an instant, nine three-foot-two sword energy condensed.

The sword energy moved with the wind, looking as ordinary as ever.

But Su Twelve and others who were watching from a distance shrank their pupils, knowing how terrifying these nine sword energies were.

Just by condensing such a huge amount of sword energy clouds into these nine three-foot-two sword energy, it can be seen that its foundation is extraordinary and its swordsmanship is profound.

The moment the sword energy appeared, it soared into the sky, heading straight for the nine thunders in the sky without fear.

"Boom!"

Nine sword energies struck nine thunderbolts at the same time, and the nine shocking explosions turned into one.

The sword energy moved from bottom to top, a simple and unpretentious attack, but it destroyed nine thunders at the same time at an astonishing speed.

The moment the thunder collapsed, the sword energy also shattered and turned into clouds of sword energy.

The power of breaking moves is extremely precise, no more, no less.

The nine thunders were broken, and the dull thunder sounded, but the power was greatly reduced and the sound lost its momentum. .

"This...he actually relied on sword energy to break through the heavenly calamity?" The monk with different eyes widened his eyes, listening to the thunder ringing in his ears, his face full of shock.

Li Piaoyue shook her head and said: "No! There are three waves of thunder in the thirty-nine heavenly tribulations. The first wave, nine thunders. The second wave, twenty-ninety-eight waves. The third wave, thirty-nine twenty-seven thunders. ”

"For every nine more thunderbolts, the power will double! This... is just the beginning."