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Successfully swallowed a tribulation thunder.

The Sky Eye butterfly flaps its wings gently, descends a certain distance, and hovers in mid-air.

After resting for a moment, the Heavenly Eye Butterfly fluttered its wings and flew upwards. Qin Sang leaked a thunderbolt at the right time, creating a safe environment for the Heavenly Eye Butterfly.

The power of the first wave of calamity thunder was slightly weaker. Qin Sang only used the Golden Sinking Sword and the sword formation to block the calamity, before it was time to use the Xuanjing Hanlie Formation.

Soon, the first wave of thunder came to an end.

The Tianmu Butterfly only had time to swallow two tribulation thunders.

There were traces of lightning flashing on her wings, and her pair of heavenly eyes were like eyes of thunder, emitting a strange light and a breathtaking aura of thunder.

In addition, no obvious changes can be seen in the Tianmu butterfly itself.

Bai once commented on Tianmudie that swallowing thunder tribulation means that she has unlimited potential, but there is still a long way to go before she can truly grow up and help Qin Sang overcome the tribulation.

The gap between catastrophes.

The Tianmu Butterfly fell back on Qin Sang's shoulder, absorbing the power of the thunder in the body with all its strength.

Qin Sang stared at the sky.

The catastrophe caused celestial phenomena, the tribulation clouds could not be seen to the edge, strong winds could directly lift the grass, and the nearby wasteland was in a mess.

The clouds in the center of the calamity cloud are surging, and thunder is brewing. Explosions like earth-shattering sounds are coming from high in the sky, and they are continuous. The center of the calamity cloud is getting brighter and brighter, and arcs are flashing continuously.

The electric arc tore apart the Tribulation Cloud, revealing the tip of the iceberg inside. There were countless thunder pythons crawling there, containing the terrifying power of Tribulation Thunder.

Seeing this scene, Qin Sang's expression gradually became serious.

The rumbling sound continued, and the arcs in the calamity cloud became more and more dense. Before the calamity thunder came out, the sound was already stronger than the first wave.

Countless electric arcs filled the sky and merged together on the surface of the Tribulation Cloud, forming electric snakes as thick as a thumb, which broke away from the Tribulation Cloud and fell down.

All the thunderbolts pointed at Qin Sang at the same time. Countless electric snakes gathered in the same direction and gathered above Qin Sang's head. It was no longer visible to the naked eye whether they were fused or not. An extremely thick thunder pillar suddenly fell!

Qin Sang's scalp was numb and he didn't dare to raise his head. He quickly used his chanting skills to activate the Xuanjing Cold Formation.

'Huhu...'

A cold wind blew inside the spiritual formation, and the temperature dropped sharply.

Thick black ice condensed on the ground, and winter suddenly entered.

However, the power of the spiritual formation was only limited to the area around Qin Sang. The cold wind was like substance, and the white air was thick and flying around Qin Sang.

The cold wind formed hundreds of cyclones. The location was very clever, just three feet above Qin Sang, and they were distributed very regularly, forming a hemisphere with Qin Sang as the center.

The cyclone formed rapidly, then suddenly stagnated, turning into circular ice mirrors. The mirrors faced the calamity clouds above, reflecting the thunder and shining brightly.

The cold wind in the formation became more and more fierce, and Qin Sang's figure could hardly be seen clearly. The cold air continued to support and strengthen the ice mirror.

The moment the spiritual formation was formed, the tribulation thunder descended!

Qin Sang repeated his old skills, using the sword technique silently. A sword light shot up into the sky. The space illuminated by the thunderbolt suddenly became dark. Countless sword threads formed a dense sword network, and then was knocked in by the fierce thunderbolt. , becomes unusually bright.

The sword net and the tribulation thunder were intertwined in an instant, and there was a loud crackling sound. Countless tribulation thunders collapsed in the sword formation, but the sword net was also torn apart layer by layer.

Moreover, there was more than just one thunderstorm, there were also a steady stream of electric snakes falling from above.

With a thought in Qin Sang's mind, the sword array landed on its own initiative and almost merged with the Xuanjing Hanlie Array. The sword silk and the ice mirror were both me and you, and then they were both submerged by the tribulation thunder.

'Bang bang bang...'

The ice mirror was struck by lightning, and it kept trembling. Balls of cold light burst out on the mirror, like blooming ice flowers, which were cold and beautiful.

Binghua, Jiansi and Jie Lei jointly create a rare spectacle.

The seemingly thin ice mirror turned out to be extremely strong, constantly absorbing the cold wind below, and working with the sword formation, it reflected countless tribulation thunders back. Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Qin Sang allowed the tribulation thunders to leak in and be absorbed by Tianmu Butterfly.

When he was concentrating on overcoming the disaster.

In the northern area of ​​the wasteland, there are some scattered mountains.

In an unknown valley.

The valley is blocked by fog all year round, and there is a powerful family of immortal cultivators inside.

Of course, this is only relative to the nearby area. The patriarch of the family is a late-stage Jindan monk, which is completely insufficient in the entire Central Plains.

Because they were so close, the momentum of Qin Sang's tribulation alarmed the monks in the valley.

‘Whoosh! Whoosh! ’

Rays of escaping light of different colors rushed out of the fog one after another, and an old man was seen standing there.

"Meet the clan leader!"

Everyone followed the patriarch's gaze and looked towards the center of the wasteland.

They were still far away, and they could only vaguely see the abnormal gathering of clouds in the sky, but the oppression of the power of God was very clear, making them tremble with fear.

"Which senior is there to survive the tribulation?"

A girl covered her mouth and whispered softly, scared and curious.

There are many experts in Zhongzhou. Even if they have never seen it, they have heard various legends.

"The wasteland is inaccessible, and there are no major threats nearby. I remember there are records in the clan, and it seems that there was a senior who survived the tribulation here before. This senior was not in the sect to survive the tribulation, but was outside. He couldn't be a casual cultivator, right?" The middle-aged man next to him spoke.

This man was wearing a Taoist robe, his facial features were similar to those of a girl, and he had a high status among the crowd. He looked at the patriarch with questioning eyes.

The clan leader nodded, "Jin Danqi will go with me, and the others will return to the valley!"

The young men and women looked reluctant, but they did not dare to disobey the patriarch's order and fly back to the valley.

The remaining few people followed the clan leader and deliberately landed on the ground, using their body skills to get closer to the place of overcoming the tribulation.

While marching, the old man told the descendants for the first time an unknown secret: "Three thousand years ago, a senior passed through the wasteland. He was seriously injured for some unknown reason. He rushed through the catastrophe and fell under the catastrophe. The ancestor got the Yuan Dynasty. The Ying relics are getting rich... The Hengming Sect and the Lu family should also be on the move. If there is a chance to fight for the Nascent Ying relics, it will be a fierce battle. You must be prepared. But you must remember one thing, unless it is certain that the person who has overcome the tribulation has died. , otherwise don’t get close!”

"I wish this senior a good death!"

The middle-aged monk smiled sinisterly and looked forward to it.

Several people were walking through the grass, and when they saw the calamity clouds in the sky, they were shocked by the terrible calamity thunder and stopped far away.

"This is a heavenly catastrophe, it will indeed destroy the heaven and the earth..."

The middle-aged monk stared at the Jie Lei in awe and fear, and murmured to himself. He was suddenly awakened by a roaring sound. When he looked closely, a sword light flew from high in the sky in front of him.

Everyone was shocked, and the same clansmen cooperated tacitly, sacrificing identical spiritual swords, and formed a sword formation around the clan leader.

'boom! ’

The sword light penetrated directly through the sword formation, and the remaining power left a trench of several hundred feet on the ground. The trench and the surrounding grass were all frozen.

The sword formation was broken on the spot, and the flying swords were scattered on the ground, frozen into lumps of ice, and some even broke on the spot.

"roll!"

A cold shout immediately reached his ears.

Several Jindan stared blankly at the broken sword, with chills running down their spines. They didn't even see the figure on the other side and fled north in a hurry.

On the Feiyun River.

Starting from the Northern Wasteland, pouring into the South China Sea, and running through the Central Plains, Feiyun River is also an important waterway in the mainland. There are countless ships on the river, including treasure ships of immortal cultivators and merchant ships of mortals, each with its own channel.

At this time, a Qingzhang treasure ship sailed from north to south.

The Qingzhang treasure boat sailed in the center of the river at a speed as fast as lightning.

Not only mortal merchant ships, but also other treasure ships would take the initiative to avoid it when encountering it, because there was an old man sitting cross-legged at the stern of the Qingzhang treasure ship.

The old man had a gloomy expression and his cultivation was undisguised. He was actually a Nascent Soul Patriarch!

There is a light gauze curtain on the treasure ship. There are wonderful sounds and dancing shadows of silk and bamboo in the tent. A majestic Nascent Soul actually stays outside the tent. If this person is not even qualified to enter the account, how terrifying would the identity of the person in the account be?

A few monks also noticed that there was a blood moon mark between the old man's eyebrows. Thinking of a certain legend in the world of immortality, they couldn't help but gasp, and they didn't dare to have any intention of conflict.

The blue tent treasure boat sailed down the river without any obstruction.

The gauze curtain is obviously not thick enough, but outsiders can only see a vague shadow, which makes people think.

Inside the account.

There are two tables placed on one left and one on the right. On the tables, there are nectar, jade liquid, spiritual fruits and fairy treasures, and the fragrance is fragrant.

Two men were sitting cross-legged after the incident.

Leave a large space in the middle.

A woman plucked the strings of the piano. This woman was dressed in plain blue and had an extraordinary temperament. She not only had superb piano skills, but she was also a peerless beauty of national beauty and fragrant beauty.

While the music was playing, the woman in green didn't look at the strings, but looked at the man in white behind the desk on the left, with beautiful eyes like silk.

In addition, there are six dancers, who are as beautiful as the women in blue. They are dancing gracefully. They are both angry and happy, lingering on the man, and their deep love is about to overflow.

The man in the white robe and jade belt, elegant and graceful, is none other than Su Zinan, the adopted son of the God of Transformation!

The woman in Tsing Yi is a golden elixir woman who has been lucky enough to survive for more than 20 years, and the other women are the beautiful wives and concubines that Su Zinan collected along the way.

There is nothing to say about his eyesight, they are all stunning beauties.

Su Zinan actually left Luye and appeared in the Central Plains. He did not hide his identity and openly let a Ming Yue guard operate the boat outside.

Su Zinan went wild, drank a glass of wine and raised his hand.

The woman in green clothes happily fell into her arms, and the strings of the piano moved automatically without anyone playing with them.

Holding the beauty's waist, Su Zinan took a deep breath and looked at the man opposite, "Fellow Daoist Mo, how do you like this neon dance song?"

The man opposite him was no less handsome and handsome than Su Zinan, but he was stern and unsmiling, making people afraid to approach him.

He didn't look at the beautiful woman, didn't drink the fine wine, and closed his eyes tightly. He seemed to be practicing breath control. He shook his head slightly and said, "Mo's incomprehensible style made fellow Taoist Su laugh."

Su Zinan sighed, "Beauty is the most beautiful thing in the world. In Su's opinion, it is as important and indispensable as the Dao. Fellow Taoist Mo, don't just focus on cultivation and ignore other scenery."

"Mo is alone, terrified, and doesn't dare to relax in the slightest. Unlike fellow Taoist Su, he is carefree and protected by Senior Lu."

The man's tone contained sarcasm.

Su Zinan didn't care, but praised aloud: "This is what I admire most about fellow Taoist Mo! Mo Xingdao, from the beginning of his practice, did not want to be restrained, never joined any sect or force, and was wanted by the sect several times Instead of dying, he single-handedly killed the Demon Sect of the Northern Wilderness until the blood flowed into rivers. Everyone was in awe of him, and he fought for the title of the No. 1 Loose Cultivator in the Northern Wilderness...what a courage!"

In the face of the adulation, Mo Xingdao's expression remained unchanged, showing no sign of complacency. He said calmly: "It's not that Mo doesn't want to be restrained, it's just that no one has offered a bargaining chip to make Mo give up his freedom."

Hearing this, Su Zinan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Mo, and I will do what I say. No matter whether you can help me find my adoptive father, as long as Fellow Daoist Mo can help me with all his strength, I will transform my adoptive father into a god after the incident." Experience is a gift. In addition, after my adoptive father made a breakthrough, he went to the Central Plains and learned the secret of ascension. If fellow Taoist Mo is interested, let me know below. After fellow Taoist Mo has a breakthrough in becoming a god, there is no need to go to the Eight Views and Ganlu Temple. , to avoid being threatened by them.”

Mo Xingdao opened his eyes and looked directly at Su Zinan, his light flashing, "After transforming into a god, can you really ascend?"

Su Zinan did not answer directly, but asked: "Looking around Zhongzhou, I have heard of people who have achieved transformation into gods over the years. Have you heard of a few people who have broken through the middle stage of transformation and appeared holy in front of people? And who have you heard of who died under a natural disaster? You know, transformation Divine monks, like us, must face the forty-nine heavenly tribulations that occur once every three hundred years. If you don’t improve your cultivation, you will die!”

"In that case, why is the monk who transformed into a god disappeared?"

Mo Xingdao pressed him.

In his opinion, nothing is more important than ascension.

Being in a different place and being able to ascend, one must naturally focus on ascending and seclusion to settle down. What is it that attracts these transformed gods to make them all disappear?

Su Zinan's eyes flashed, "If I know the whereabouts of my adoptive father, I don't need to make a big fanfare to invite helpers. Please ask fellow Taoist Mo to come out. Bajingjing and Ganlu Temple must know something. I suspect that my adoptive father is implicated by them. This trip is I need to come and ask!"

Mo Xingdao remained silent.

Ascension is a beautiful vision.

Other immortal cultivators can only regard it as a wish, as a motivation to motivate themselves to practice, but they are different, they only have one difficulty to transform into a god!

It may be close at hand, or it may be an insurmountable gap.

The woman in green clothes filled the glass with wine and gently brought it to Su Zinan's mouth.

Su Zinan took a sip, suddenly his expression changed slightly, he flew out of the tent, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked to the west.

Mo Xingdao's spiritual sense was no less powerful than Su Zinan's. He came out almost at the same time and looked in the same direction.

After a while, the Ming Yue Guard at the stern of the ship sensed something strange, got up and hurried to the bow of the ship, "Sir, there are people in the west who are going through the tribulation."

Su Zinan turned to look at Mo Xingdao: "It's the Forty-Ninth Heavenly Tribulation. It's not very powerful. Is Fellow Daoist Mo interested?"

Mo Xingdao shook his head, "This person has no enmity with Mo."

After that, he turned around and went back to his account.

Su Zinan laughed and walked back, "That's it! The distance is too far. By the time we get there, this person will have disappeared."

…

In the wasteland.

Qin Sang was completely unaware of the changes caused by the tribulation.

Waves of tribulation thunder followed one after another. In the end, the tribulation thunder was as thick as a python and had the power to destroy the heaven and earth. Even if it was stronger than him, he had to treat it with caution and not dare to let the Heavenly Eye Butterfly swallow the tribulation thunder directly again.

The last tribulation thunder seemed to tear through the void, and the power of the tribulation thunder in the tribulation cloud was released without reservation. The extremely rich thunder power suddenly formed a huge thunder ball.

‘Boom! ’

The ground shook.

The fire lotus seeds merged with the demonic fire and had already turned into a sea of ​​fire in mid-air. The moment the thunderball hit the Xuanjing Hanlie Formation, they rushed forward and the blazing demonic fire surrounded the thunderball.

As expected, this natural disaster did not bring much threat to Qin Sang.

Qin Sang stood in the deep pit blasted by the calamity thunder, looking at the calamity clouds that quickly dissipated.

"There are no changes in the Heavenly Tribulation, does it mean that Heaven has recognized me as the person who 'seizes the body'?"

After having this thought, he summoned his incarnation and immediately fled far away.