Longevity, step by step to the highest

Although he couldn't figure out what the nine-colored lightning was, Wu Ping told himself that this was the ninth round of thunder tribulation, or nine in one, and there was no reason why it was weaker than the eighth round.

In a flash, the nine-colored lightning fell on the Qingtian Realm Plate above his head, but something happened that made Wu Ping even more confused and shocked.

The nine-colored lightning actually penetrated this semi-immortal weapon directly, as if the Qingtian Realm Plate did not exist, and it was extremely fast and fell directly on Wu Ping's soul.

Suddenly, Wu Ping felt that he had lost consciousness. When he "woke up" again, he found that the tribulation clouds in the sky had "dissipated"!

Did he "succeed" in overcoming the tribulation?

What happened to the ninth thunder tribulation?

He really couldn't figure it out. He looked at himself and found that he was still in the shape of a skeleton. As a last resort, he used up the last two high-grade spirit stones to temporarily restore his body.

Then, Wu Ping thought of the people who carried out the "Plan to Seize the Law". Nearly three hundred years had passed. With their talents, as long as they did not die, they would have cultivated to the Golden Core Realm, or even more.

However, an "accident" happened. After he planned it, the practice plan that he thought was foolproof turned out to be a failure. He was betrayed by those people. Three Lianxu monks came and set up a space blockade formation in advance. He had no way to go to heaven. Even if he used all means, he was directly suppressed.

Then, the secret of his longevity was discovered. His body was subjected to cruel means and was constantly tortured. His soul was also imprisoned and burned on the immortal Nine Nether Fire. His consciousness could not sleep at all. He could only endure endless pain.

For many years, Wu Ping's soul had been studied by those powerful beings, and all kinds of means were used. Even the people who studied his soul had been replaced countless times. Such days seemed to have no end.

Wu Ping was a little numb. Even with his indomitable belief: As long as he doesn't die, he will be invincible!

All collapsed directly. For the first time, he wanted to get rid of this immortal fate. He recalled his life of cultivation, which was considered to be painstaking. He also "survived" the great calamity. He thought that the future would be smoother and he had the initial strength to control his own destiny.

But "reality" gave him a heavy blow. He couldn't figure out why he was targeted by the three refining beings and his space was directly blocked. He didn't even have the opportunity to escape by space transfer.

In his soul, Wu Ping clearly sensed the purple qi of the avenue that had completely merged with him. It was this mysterious and heaven-defying existence that made him unable to die.

Suddenly, the purple qi of the avenue seemed to sense Wu Ping's emotions. The purple light shone brightly, and his soul, which was originally muddle-headed and almost resigned to his fate, began to become clear.

He could no longer feel the burning pain of the Nine Nether Fire. At this time, Wu Ping's thoughts were highly clear, and he noticed something was wrong. A large number of memories came out again, and many unreasonable things were also discovered by him.

"Dao Ziqi, I almost let you down..."

Wu Ping sighed in his heart, and then his soul shouted: "Break!"

All the "real illusions" around him disappeared. Wu Ping looked at the calamity clouds that still remained in the sky, and he was still frightened.

The ninth round of heavenly tribulation outlined an illusion that was seamlessly connected with reality, which made people unable to detect it at all. They would subconsciously think that this was real, and it could also construct the things and scenes that people were most unwilling to face.

It made people really sink into it and unable to extricate themselves. If it weren't for the help of Dao Ziqi, Wu Ping didn't know if he could survive, or would he lie on this deserted island until the end of time?

Such a real illusion to refine his heart, Wu Ping's gains, also cannot be measured by value.

This made him know himself more clearly. Even if the thing he least wanted to see in the illusion happened in reality in the future, he would never give up.

At the same time, Wu Ping's soul had another breakthrough and sublimation. The originally sluggish appearance actually exuded a mysterious brilliance. The huge amount of soul power consumed was actually restored to the best state before the tribulation, even the size, which directly saved him at least decades of recovery.

A calm and confident breath emanated.

Wu Ping looked up and looked at the still rolling tribulation cloud. He was a little confused, because just now, as he passed the ninth round of thunder tribulation, the heaven and earth had already reminded him that his heavenly tribulation had ended.

The tribulation cloud did not dissipate, what was this?

But before he could figure it out, a purple-gray spiritual light appeared directly in the tribulation cloud and fell towards Wu Ping. He wanted to avoid it, but found that it was useless, even if he used the Qingtian Realm Plate.

Then, this spiritual light directly escaped into Wu Ping's soul.

"The aura of the beginning: the aura of the beginning when the world was first created, contains a ray of the source of the world.The function is to awaken the spirit and improve the understanding. "

Instantly, Wu Ping understood the value of this purple-gray spiritual light given by heaven and earth to him. Even if it was only this small one, it was a priceless treasure.

The original depression about the resources being consumed was instantly gone. If he was not still a skeleton at this time, he really wanted to laugh out loud.

With the integration of the Taichu spiritual light, a strange itchy and numb feeling came. Wu Ping, who was originally a skeleton, saw a lot of meridians and flesh growing again, directly covering the skeleton.

The speed was extremely fast. Soon, Wu Ping's body had been completely restored, and he also felt that his new His flesh and blood still contained vitality several times stronger than before, and all parts of his body were still emitting pure and incomparable spiritual energy.

If he walked outside in this situation, he would definitely be captured by some powerful evil beings and made into "human medicine" to increase his cultivation.

As for the overflow of body energy, Wu Ping knew that it was caused by the vast energy contained in the Taichu spiritual light, but he really liked it!

And there was no need to worry, after stabilizing, he would be able to control the energy from leaking out at will.

The changes in the body were actually secondary.

Wu Ping clearly felt that the transformation of this Taichu spiritual light on his soul was much greater than that on his body!

After all, even without the energy provided by the Taichu spiritual light, he also had a way to recover his body. Moreover, awakening his mind and improving his understanding were exactly what Wu Ping needed most.

At this time, his most intuitive feeling was that he discovered the shortcomings of his own creation. There were many things that he had not figured out before, and he also had a lot of inspiration, waiting for his subsequent understanding and sorting.

Moreover, Wu Ping felt that his understanding of the immortal law was really shallow. He looked at the immortal Dao pattern in his soul and saw that he was not as good as he thought. He had no clue before, but if he calmed down and studied it now, he would definitely gain something.

It must be said that this feeling was very wonderful and magical. Wu Ping knew that this was the improvement of his comprehension.

I just don’t know how it compares with Huang Tianyi?

Then, he read the "Soul Devouring Heavenly Art" again and felt a little discouraged!

"Forget it, I can't compare with this kind of comprehension monster, but I should be better than more than 90% of the other cultivators..."

Wu Ping murmured, speculating in his heart, as for 98%? 99%? Or more, he couldn't tell.