You have a good chance, I accept it.

"It's my turn. These law fragments, I wonder if they can push me to the late stage of Taiyi Xuanxian."

Looking at the pile of law fragments in front of him, Ye Lin murmured to himself, then waved his hand, and the law fragments in front of him suddenly disappeared.

This piece of law fragment only contains an extremely weak power of law, and Ye Lin needs to consume at least tens of thousands of pieces to refine and comprehend it at one time.

Cultivation is always boring, but for everyone it is fun.

Cultivation is boring, and it refers to the poor who have nothing. They stay in the cave all day long and rely on time to hone their cultivation bit by bit.

This is the portrayal of most monks in the galaxy. They have no resources and no opportunities. All monks rely on seclusion to sharpen their skills.

Therefore, they have been in seclusion for millions of years. After coming out of seclusion, their cultivation has not broken through even a small realm.

And what about other geniuses? There are countless talents and resources, and it only takes a hundred years to break through a small realm or even several realms. This is the most fundamental gap.

They hate cultivation, and what they hate is the kind of retreat where there is nothing but boring.

But people nowadays are different. They have everything they want, but what they lack is time. Naturally, they also like the feeling of being silent in cultivation.

…

A hundred years later, Bao Thief suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of excitement flashed in his eyes, and then left the stars and came to the galaxy alone without disturbing everyone.

The formations on the stars were all arranged by him, and he naturally came in and out as he pleased.

At this moment, the starry sky that was originally so dark that one could not see the end suddenly became covered with dark clouds, and there were bursts of thunder.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's so cool to think that I, the thief, can be called a peerless genius. Sixty-nine tribulations."

Looking at the Sixty-nine Heavenly Tribulation Bag thief above his head, not only did he not have the slightest fear, but his face was full of excitement. The higher the level of the Heavenly Tribulation, the higher the talent of the person who can overcome the calamity.

If he sneaks through the Sixty-nine Heavenly Tribulation and enters the Perfect Taiyi Realm, he will definitely be able to enter the Golden Immortal Realm in the future.

Looking at the thunder bag thief above him, he had already thought about the future.

"You have to make preparations first."

Bao Thief patted his forehead lightly as if he had thought of something. He was so happy that he almost forgot the most important thing.

I saw the bag thief picking up his canvas bag and starting to play with it. He took out array disks from the canvas bag and arranged them around.

"These sixty-nine heavenly tribulations should be very powerful, and the one who brought down the thunder tribulation is not the Heavenly Dao of Anlan Great World. The power should be even stronger, so we can't be careless."

Half an hour later.

"Huh, one hundred and eight defensive formations should be enough. I'm really a genius."

"Half an hour has passed. This thunder catastrophe should be almost complete."

Looking at the dense array of package thieves around him, he wiped the sweat from his head and looked up.

I saw purple thunder flashing in it, and under the pressure of the brilliant power, Bao Thief couldn't help but turn pale.

For those who are riding horses, just the power of God makes me almost unable to bear it. How powerful is this calamity?

It’s still too careless to step on the horse.

Just when the thief was upset, there was an explosion in the sky, and an extremely thick thunder suddenly fell.

"Stop it."

Bao Thief starts with one hundred and eight defensive formations.

Click, click, click.

As a series of shattering sounds were heard, under Bao Thief's incredulous eyes, the twenty-three array disks turned into ashes.