Natural fairy species

"We can't go on like this. Even if the Thunder God Pearl can withstand a wave of sky thunder the day after tomorrow, the remaining third-level flying swords can block it for one more round at most... The further back we go, the more powerful the heavenly tribulation will be. I'm afraid I'll have to take out the fourth-level flying swords. On top!"

Bai Zichen quickly deduced it. At this speed, he was afraid that it would be difficult to survive the last wave of thunder.

"The worst plan is to use the fourth-level flying sword to defeat him, or even use the Ziwei Thunder Sword. Since the ancient gods can survive the future star tribulation, it proves that this tribulation is not hopeless, and there is still a chance to survive."

Thinking of the true grade of Ziwei Thunder Sword, he felt a little more confident.

But if that were to happen, I'm afraid he would become a penniless pauper like many of the new Nascent Soul Lords who had survived the catastrophe, and he might as well have been in the elixir-forming period.

All the wealth will be turned into ashes under the catastrophe.

The fourth wave of sky thunder, with a total of seven starlights, struck down with the power borrowed from the future, and the true energy in the body seemed to be stimulated, as if it was about to leave the body.

Bai Zichen changed his mind and took the initiative.

In ancient times, those so-called born gods were either conceived by heaven and earth, or were direct descendants within three generations of real gods. Each of them could move mountains and fill seas with their physical strength.

But the five-crystal glazed body is not bad either. Even according to the legend, the physical strength is no worse than those of those born gods.

If he can't confront the Starlight Heavenly Thunder head-on, it means that if he is replaced by a Nascent Soul True Lord, he will also die.

The moment he jumped forward, Bai Zichen's inspiration suddenly appeared, and his palms turned into fingers, pointing at the starlight.

Stab!

The regular secret technique Zhouguangbao Sun Finger is used to point out all magic weapons, and it can easily disperse the starlight.

This finger not only points to the present moment, but also traces upwards, pointing to the moment when the clouds of calamity have not gathered and the stars have failed to form.

The power of the stars from the future collides with the finger force and annihilates each other.

And without the blessing of the power of the future stars, the starlight is the weakest star thunder to him, which can be broken with a wave of his hand.

After turning around, he pointed out two more fingers and resolved the two starlights.

This secret technique passed down from the Chiming lineage actually played an unexpected role at this moment.

But the joy in my heart didn't have time to rise. With a few fingers, I didn't have time to catch the remaining three rays of starlight, and I had to bear it with my body.

Bo! Bo! Bo!

There were three big holes in the cassock on his body, leaving only three white spots on the surface, not even the skin was broken.

Only Bai Zichen himself knew what was going on inside his body.

The five-crystal glazed body that could shake the spirit treasure was shattered into a spider web in the place where it was hit by the starlight, and there was no sign of healing.

"Zhou Guangbao Sun Finger cannot be used continuously. It is not at all related to the consumption of real energy, but the upper limit of the number of uses of the rules and secrets... Normal monks only have three fingers per day. I can point out the fourth finger because I have understood it thoroughly. The relationship between the rules behind the occult.”

The physical experiment allowed Bai Zichen to test the upper limit of the body's ability to withstand starlight and thunder.

"The damage caused by pure sky thunder is nothing even if thousands of them are struck at the same time, but the future star power contained in it will be difficult for even the five-crystal glazed body to hold... If I accumulate too much, it will even destroy the five-crystal glazed body I have already cultivated. The physical state has regressed and the current state can no longer be maintained.”

The fifth wave of thunder and nine rays of starlight already gave the illusion of twinkling stars and rain of meteors, and the void was filled with starlight.

Bai Zichen sacrificed the acquired thunder god bead. This bead can be used as a trump card in normal catastrophes. It is usually used in the last two waves.

But in front of the future Xingxiu Tribulation, if he hid for a while longer, he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand even one wave of Thunder God Beads the day after tomorrow.

Facts have proved that the future Star Tribulation looks very different from the normal Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, but it is still one of them after all, and the acquired Thunder God Bead has successfully played its role.

The orb rushed into the sky, and the nine starlights seemed to be greatly attracted, and they all penetrated into it.

boom!

The Thunder God Bead the day after tomorrow was blown to pieces without any suspense, but the nine starlights also dissipated and survived another wave of thunder.

In the sixth wave of thunder, eleven starlights formed in a row, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, and were about to submerge the entire Flame Mountain.

Bai Zichen decisively pulled out a long black cone and tipped it towards the starlight, beating briskly.

Snap!

Several pieces of magic crystal were shattered, and the Lingbao-level imitation magic dragon cone also returned to its original form under the starlight, revealing the demonic spiritual material.

"It's a pity. If it weren't for the real demonic holy body, this magic treasure can be used freely. In addition, it is too reluctant for me to activate the magic treasure. It relies more on the characteristics of the imitation magic dragon cone to entangle with the starlight. , at least it can survive a few starlights..."

A spiritual treasure was sacrificed in resisting the catastrophe. For many sects, it was almost as bad news as the failure of the monks in the sect to overcome the catastrophe.

After all, Lingbao can be passed down forever, and in many cases it can have an effect close to that of the Nascent Soul Lord.

However, Bai Zichen didn't feel much heartache, mainly because he couldn't use the imitation magic dragon cone.

Even if it is taken out for trading, no monk will accept it. The scope of application is too narrow.

Even if the Demon King held it in his hand, he would not be able to exert the full power of the spiritual treasure, so there was no need to spend too much for it.

After struggling through the first six waves of thunder, the remaining three waves are the real test.

I saw the calamity cloud shrinking in a circle, and the stars in the sky getting closer to the Flame Mountain. I almost had the illusion that I could reach for the stars and the moon by raising my hands.

The seventh wave of thunder suddenly turned into eighteen rays of starlight.

Bai Zichen did not dare to hesitate. Yuexuan came out of the box and turned into a moonlight sword thread to chop up the stars.

From the smooth flow at the beginning to the difficulty in the later period, the moonlight was as pale as pure white, and its color changed obviously.

One sword can break through all kinds of magic and break through eighteen stars in a row.

Yuexuan Sword let out a mournful cry, and the sword light was dim and lifeless, conveying the feeling of grievance.

Under the bombardment of the future star power, the sword spirits of the fourth-level flying swords were almost scattered and collapsed.

If he hadn't been able to handle the sword properly and break through the sword light at the minimum cost, if he were a monk here, he would have broken a fourth-level flying sword here.

Bai Zichen had no time to comfort him, so he could only put the Yuexuan Sword into the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box, and replaced it with the Fanghua Sword in his hand.

The eighth wave of thunder and thirty-six starlights covered the sky and the sun, making the stars dazzling.

Even the emotions of shock and panic did not arise. My heart was like a clear mirror, without any waves, and I could only control the sword light to the extreme.

The sword light is swallowed and the exquisite moves are beyond the imagination of others.

Between life and death, his swordsmanship improved further.

The sword light jumped, and among the changes, there was already a trace of agility and vitality.

The starlight was shattered one after another, and the darkness fell. Those who couldn't turn around the sword light had to use their physical bodies to catch it.

Bai Zichen leaned on the ground with his sword, his cassock was in tatters, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

He staggered and fell into the void. Several of the five crystal bones in his body were broken. The key was that they could not be healed.

The five-crystal divine iron and glazed fire jade that held up the sea of ​​consciousness began to shake violently. A large hole appeared on the dome, and there were cracks in the ground, and earth fire spewed out.

"You have suffered. I will arrange two more streams of Qingling Qi to help you and recuperate..."

Not long after Fanghua Sword recognized its owner, it probably suffered the most serious damage in history.

There are no less than ten broken marks on the sword body, and there is no difference between them when looking at the same ordinary sword.

The most important thing is that the sword spirit has no response.

Fortunately, it was not a collapse, but that it was too severely injured and fell into a self-protective slumber, which is somewhat similar to the original Ziwei Thunder Sword.

Normally, this represents thousands of years of slumber.

Unless there is Nascent Soul True Monarch who can continuously nourish and repair him, he will waste his true energy on this flying sword that will never be revived in his life.

Otherwise, the fate of Youth Sword is very likely to sink forever.

Fortunately, with the Supreme Purity Micro Sword Box, even the Ziwei Thunder Sword's situation can only remain dormant for a hundred years.

In a few decades at most, the sword spirit of Youth Sword can recover and repair all the wounds.

Bai Zichen looked up at the sky, with no joy in his eyes.

The calamity clouds were no longer visible, and only the stars in the sky were flashing in response, giving the feeling of a real calamity coming.

The ninth thunderbolt and the seventy-two starlights were like the sea and the tide.

If he were not within the scope of the Heavenly Tribulation at this moment, he would be able to see the palaces and buildings built on the entire Flame Mountain, all of which would be razed to the ground just because of the peripheral influence of the future Star Tribulation.

All the monks who were watching the ceremony had withdrawn a hundred miles away.

Even Wei Dao had given the order again and retreated another thirty miles.

He had a premonition that if Bai Zichen could not withstand this thunderstorm, the fourth-level spiritual land of Flame Mountain would become ruins and cease to exist.

"The power of the heavenly calamity is so great..."

Lu Song was speechless and kept mumbling and repeating.

Under this catastrophe, all the dreams of the Nascent Soul and the road to the Great Dao were thrown away and I didn't dare to think about it again.

He was sure that he couldn't even withstand the first thunder.

"Don't be fooled. I have never seen such a catastrophe, but I am certain that it is impossible for a normal monk who has completed the formation of pills to encounter such a catastrophe. Otherwise, the number of Nascent Soul Lords in the world of immortality will be reduced. Ten times more."

What Wei Dao didn't know was that his judgment was still too optimistic, and it was more than a tenfold reduction.

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"The last wave, success or failure depends on this!"

The Ziwei Thunder Sword slowly flew out from the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box and stopped in front of Bai Zichen.

At a time like this, of course, there is no need to worry about half-hiding the sword and wasting all the previous efforts.

If he dies in the calamity of the stars in the future and his body is gone, there is no need to mention anything.

If he could even survive such a mythical catastrophe, how difficult would it be for him before he transformed into a god?

No matter how high the realm is, he has the confidence to dare to try it.

"Everything is entrusted to you and it's up to you to perform on your own..."

Bai Zichen's sea of ​​consciousness was turned upside down, and he was still able to maintain normal thinking. He already had strong willpower.

Fortunately, the Ziwei Thunder Sword is a natal flying sword, and it is highly spiritual. It can be activated without him as its master.

Ziwei Thunder Sword nodded slightly, feeling impatient and eager to try, and disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

After a breath, lightning filled the entire world, forcibly squeezing out a space in the sea of ​​​​stars.

"No, are you so strong after you promoted to the fourth level..."

Bai Zichen's eyes widened as he watched the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword sweep across the stars with an unparalleled appearance. It even brought with it the power of time that had not yet dissipated from the incomplete Hidden Sword, and directly dispersed half of the calamity clouds.