Eternal Tranquility

The seventh thunderbolt struck, and Liu Qinghuan immediately felt that the power of the heavenly tribulation had suddenly become much stronger, as if the previous six thunderbolts were just appetizers, and now the main course had just been served.

Liu Qinghuan couldn't help but let out a muffled groan, as a huge amount of thunder power poured in from the heavenly spirit, raging through every corner of his body like wind and residual clouds. It seemed that the blood flowing in his veins was no longer blood, but thunder and lightning.

The meteorite under his feet had long been shattered by the previous thunders. At this moment, Liu Qinghuan was floating in the void without landing. The scorching white lightning exploding around him made his whole body seem to be transformed into a sparkling star, illuminating it. A large dark void.

He exhaled a breath, his skin gradually turned golden, and he raised his head fearlessly!

The eighth thunderbolt struck fiercely, Liu Qinghuan's figure swayed, and his deep and clear eyes flashed with golden light. The next moment, the world became silent, and the ninth thunderbolt also arrived.

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At the border of Lei Yuan Realm, the monks watching from a distance all had faces as white as paper, and their expressions were even more fearful and frightened.

"It's terrible! Two thunderbolts struck down almost at the same time. Can that senior withstand it?"

"Can't see clearly, that star field is completely submerged in lightning. I hope he's okay."

"But why? There have been nine tribulation thunders. The heavenly tribulation should be over. Why hasn't the vortex dissipated yet?"

A fusion monk said with great confidence: "He is still going through the last hurdle of inner demons. Only by successfully passing through it can the vision caused by the heavenly tribulation be dissipated."

"It seems that there will be another Mahayana senior in this world. When the time comes, we will be the first ones to congratulate him. We are so lucky!"

Several people were as excited as if they were honored. Being able to see the birth of a Mahayana monk with their own eyes was a good talk for them. It seemed that there was no possibility that the other party would not be able to overcome the inner demons.

At this time, a shock flashed across the horizon, and a tall figure landed not far away. Several fused monks were frightened and hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Senior Xijun!"

"City Lord!"

"Meet the City Lord!"

The person who came was none other than the lord of Qianguang City and the current owner of Qianguang Leiyu, Mahayana monk Xijun. He glanced at the monks calmly and powerfully, then turned to look into the void with a thoughtful expression.

A fusion monk stepped forward and said respectfully: "Are you also here to see the senior to save the tribulation? The nine thunders of tribulation have been lowered before. I think the tribulation will end soon..."

"Who said the catastrophe is coming to an end?" Xi Jun said.

Everyone was stunned, looking involuntarily towards the brilliant starlight vortex in the distance that showed no sign of dissipating, as if they suddenly understood something.

"Isn't that senior currently going through the inner demons?"

"No, it can't be!"

"Isn't there more than nine tribulation thunders?!"

Xijun looked into the void with an unpredictable expression, ignoring everyone's doubts.

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Liu Qinghuan opened his eyes suddenly. He had just broken free from the inner demon, and his heart-rending laughter seemed to be echoing in his ears, and his face was extremely ugly.

Just now, he returned to the Mingshan battlefield and killed Yujiu, but this time, when Mu Yinyin turned into a ball of flame and rushed towards Yujiu, he was beaten to pieces by Yujiu and his soul disappeared. Lost soul. Subsequently, one by one Wenshi sect disciples died tragically. Jiang Nianen's head was missing, and Xiaoxiao's body was lying on the spot.

Even Yunzheng did not escape the opponent's poisonous hand. He was slapped to death in the sword light. His broken body fell from the air, and the fragments of the Soul Sword were flying in the wind...

If the first two inner demon levels were like itching, which only shook Liu Qinghuan's mind for a moment, this third inner demon level was like a poisonous sword, menacing and unstoppable.

The most terrifying thing is that Liu Qinghuan once forgot that he was going through the Mahayana Thunder Tribulation and got lost in the real illusion set by the inner demon. Just like a nightmare, it is difficult for the dreamer to realize that he is sleeping and regard the dream as a dream. reality.

Faced with the deaths of Taoist companions, friends, and disciples one after another, Liu Qinghuan's eyes were about to burst. If it hadn't been for a sudden burst of cool air rushing straight to the spiritual platform, he would have almost fallen into the devil's realm, destroying everything he had cultivated.

Liu Qinghuan glanced gratefully at the Wanmu Ping in his dantian. Wanmu Ping saved him again at a critical moment. Today, he discovered that this Xuantian treasure that completely belonged to him seemed to have some secrets that he had not yet explored.

In addition, this time the inner demon test is so difficult, I am afraid that the source of the demon is secretly causing trouble, otherwise he would not even lose his strong vigilance, and his mind will be as confused as if it has been blinded.

Fortunately, as he successfully broke through the inner demon level, the source of the demon was also completely expelled. The moment he woke up, he heard a shrill scream, which was the last struggle of the demon source.

At this point, the problem that had troubled him for thousands of years was finally solved, and he could step into it without any worries... Liu Qinghuan stared blankly at the sky: Why is the whirlpool still there? The catastrophe is not over yet? !

The next moment, the stars in the sky were bright again, and a crack opened in the center of the black hole-like whirlpool. It was like an eye was lying behind the crack watching him coldly. An invisible and terrifying pressure poured down on the whole world. Fall into a terrifying silence!

Liu Qinghuan ushered in his tenth thunderbolt in shock. The thunder roared like a giant dragon, instantly engulfing the people below!

The explosion of thick electric light snaked in the void like a chain, and all the floating meteorites within a thousand miles turned into powder. Liu Qinghuan was like a heavy stone. Without the support of the earth, he could only fall into the depths of the void.

The whistling wind of the void chilled people's hearts, but it couldn't blow away the severe pain that hit his whole body. It took some time for Liu Qinghuan to stabilize his body and raise his head again. The fighting spirit in his eyes was like a burning fire!

bring it on! After practicing for more than three thousand years and going through hardships and dangers, as long as you cross this hurdle, you will be one step closer to the path to immortality.

The long road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning. From the beginning, the mountains are like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood!

The vortex above the head was spinning faster and faster, enveloping countless starlights. Suddenly, one of the starlights jumped out, bursting with dazzling light, and fell rapidly!

"Boom~"

The earth-shattering vibration made everyone tremble. The cultivators in the Lei Yuan Realm stared dumbfoundedly at a huge star falling down. Even though they were far apart, they could still feel the terrifying destructive power. Weak people can no longer bear the hasty retreat.

There were only a few people left on the spot, and the combined monks were extremely shocked. When they turned around, they saw that Xi Jun's expression was also somewhat solemn.

"The city, the city lord, and the Mahayana Thunder Tribulation are so terrible, right?"

Xi Jun was silent for a moment and said: "I only experienced nine tribulation thunders back then."

Therefore, he did not know how powerful the tenth and eleventh paths were.

"Look!" A fusion monk pointed forward and exclaimed: "The senior flew up again, he is fine!"

I saw a ball of golden light rising like the sun in the endless void. Even the huge whirlpool still couldn't take away his burning light.

Several more starlights flew out, merged with each other, and turned into a daunting tribulation thunder.

"The twelfth one..." Xijun murmured.

Extreme fear gradually appeared on his expression, and a crazy and terrifying conjecture and premonition emerged uncontrollably in his mind: "...will this be his last thunderbolt?"

I saw that many readers mentioned the issue of updating, so I would like to explain it here. My body has not recovered since I was last admitted to the hospital, and I still feel dizzy from time to time. And there are already many lessons learned. I have heard that no less than three authors have died suddenly. I don’t know if it’s because writing novels is too brain-consuming, or because the authors are too lazy to exercise. I have also had this feeling of sudden death in recent months, so I don’t dare to take my body seriously anymore. The dizziness has lessened a lot recently, and I think my body has begun to recover, but I am afraid that if I continue to immerse myself in writing novels every day like before, I will make the same mistakes again, because it is so uncomfortable to faint, as if I will fall down at any time and never get up again. So I'm sorry, but I can't keep updating every day at the moment. When my health gets better, I will consider resuming daily updates.