The darkness was extremely dark, and thunder that seemed to be able to swallow up all light continued to condense in the starry sky above Shenzong. The entire Shenzong, the light continued to darken in this moment. The transformation between day and night seemed to only take a moment.

At this time, everywhere in the Shen Sect, whether they were elders or disciples, almost raised their heads, paying close attention to the terrifying ink-like thunder above the Shen Sect. At the same time, the few monks who knew the source of this change were even more

He looked far away at the secluded valley that had been closed for twelve years.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

The water drop-like sound carried a strange magic power, echoing throughout the valley. Surrounded by the devouring power, the blood of heaven was still melting slowly, and dark red blood flowed out of it.

, dripping into Ling Lin's palm. As the dark red blood seeped into Ling Lin's body, the aura exuding from Ling Lin became more and more powerful.

Rumble!

The avenue roared, which was the sound coming from Ling Lin's body. Muffled thunder sounded everywhere, and it was like a big explosion was going on inside Ling Lin's body, and the roaring sound even spread outside his body.

Without the consciousness of Heaven, the blood of Heaven is indeed a blessing for Ling Lin. At this time, every bone, every drop of blood, and even every cell in Ling Lin's body is undergoing violent changes.

Changes are constantly strengthening.

The realm of immortality is not truly immortal, but according to this strengthening, Ling Lin's body is likely to achieve immortality in the true sense.

Rebirth with a drop of blood can even restore the original state as long as a trace of cells exist. Of course, to reach this state, a large amount of heavenly blood is needed. At this time, the heavenly blood in Ling Lin's hands is not enough to strengthen Ling Lin's body.

This level. But even so, Ling Lin's current physical power can dwarf all immortal monks. Not only the physical power, but also the Yuan Power in Ling Lin's body in the process of constantly refining the blood of heaven.

More and more powerful.[

Click.

The open palms suddenly clenched, and the remaining blood of heaven was refined by Ling Lin at this moment and absorbed into the body. A long and mighty roar suddenly rose into the sky from the small valley, and the roar was shocking.

, actually caused the wind and clouds. A large group of pitch-black terrifying thunderclouds hovering above Shenzong also trembled slightly at the roar, as if they were afraid of something.

"Haha, okay, okay." The roar was shocking, and naturally spread throughout the entire Shenzong. In his ears, Ling Lin's whistle kept echoing, and Jun Yu uttered three good words in a row. From this whistle, Jun Yu

It is not difficult to tell that Ling Lin's strength has truly surpassed his own. As a master, when a disciple's strength truly surpasses his own, he will feel an unspeakable excitement.

"This immortal calamity can't stop you." Jun Yu murmured to himself, "One door and two immortals, haha, when Li Xuan breaks through, one door and three will be immortal."

In the first half of his life, Jun Yu basically carved a path to the Immortal Realm through killing, and he only began to accept disciples in the later stages. He only accepted two disciples in his life, Li Xuan and Ling Lin. This is not true in the Immortal Realm.

It is rare among monks in the Immortal Realm. Many monks in the Immortal Realm have a large number of disciples and disciples, but Jun Yu only has two.

But whether it is Li Xuan or Ling Lin, they are both top-notch geniuses, especially the latter, who is the monster among monsters. After accepting two disciples, one is about to reach the realm of immortality, and the other is far away from immortality.

The realm is only a few steps away. As a master, Jun Yu can smile.

Ling Lin's Immortal Tribulation was more powerful than the Immortal Tribulation experienced by ordinary monks, and the time required to condense it was also much longer. The oppressive atmosphere was as solemn as if a huge stone had been placed in the hearts of everyone in the Shenzong, and the dull atmosphere was

It makes people a little breathless.

However, this dull atmosphere was suddenly torn apart by the shocking long roar. A purple figure strolled up from a small valley in Shenzong, slowly moving towards the immortal calamity condensed in the starry sky.

Step on it.

"Ling Lin." "Uncle Ling Lin." "Master Ling Lin..."

When Ling Lin's figure appeared above the small valley, the entire Shenzong suddenly became excited. There are too many legends about Ling Lin in the Shenzong, but not only have they been in contact with Ling Lin, but they have also seen Ling Lin with their own eyes.

For many monks, this is a luxury hope. Moreover, many rising stars did not know where they were when Ling Lin performed the legend. Therefore, when they saw the most powerful talent in the legend, the Shenzong suddenly became agitated.

The surging sound of the group.

The sound wave is like a "tide", which seems to blow over all the immortal calamity lingering above Shenzong.

Ling Lin, who was walking towards the Immortal Tribulation step by step, stopped under the huge sound wave. He turned around and stared at Shenzong below. With a smile on Ling Lin's face, he saw the person holding a fist towards him.

Zhuge Nie saw Jun Yu with an expectant look on his face. He Xudao, the old man with long eyebrows, Li Xuan and others saw Su Er who was now tall and graceful, and also saw many familiar figures.

Ling Lin paused for a moment while looking at these figures, clasping his fists. Then he suddenly turned around and walked towards the immortal calamity that had condensed to the final stage.

Walking in the void, Ling Lin's figure became taller and taller, but for a monk, these distances were not too far away. Suddenly, Ling Lin stopped.

"It's right here." Ling Lin stopped and muttered to himself. With a flick of his hand, a seat made of condensed spiritual energy from heaven and earth appeared next to Ling Lin. His sleeves and robes were unfolded, and there were many divine sects below.

In the astonished eyes of the disciples, Ling Lin was sitting on the seat looking a little careless. A blue-white light flashed in his hand, and a wine bottle appeared. [

"This kid." Not only many Shenzong disciples were shocked, but even Jun Yu was stunned for a moment when he saw the appearance of his disciple who was about to survive the eternal calamity. However, after being stunned, he became a little bit dumbfounded, "

Is the immortal calamity really so fragile to him?"

Frankly speaking, Ling Lin's Immortal Tribulation was not weak, it was simply ridiculously strong. But correspondingly, Jun Yu could not see Ling Lin's current strength at all.

You can feel an unfathomable feeling.

Jun Yu shook his head, with a helpless smile on his face, "This little guy is really not a calm master. He has been in seclusion for twelve years, and now he has caused such a scene as soon as he comes out, strolling in the courtyard under the immortal calamity,

It’s a shame he can do it while drinking and enjoying the scenery. But it’s a strange kind of encouragement to some of the little guys in the sect.”

Thunder tribulation can be said to be the life and death enemy of monks. Every time they go through a thunder tribulation, for many monks, it is no less than walking around the gate of life and death. There are definitely not a few talented people who have fallen under thunder tribulation.

, and now, what is displayed in front of many Shenzong disciples is a completely different way of overcoming the tribulation.

"So there is such a way to overcome the tribulation." This voice came from more than one place in Shenzong. Many Shenzong disciples' eyes flashed with light, looking at the figure in mid-air who was smiling under the thunder and holding up his wine.

The figure who was drinking heavily wished that he could survive a thunderstorm at this time.

At this time, Ling Lin's immortal calamity had already begun, but just like before, Ling Lin was sitting on the chair, quietly holding a wine bottle and pouring wine into his mouth, without paying any attention to the falling water from the sky.

The black thunderbolts. When the black thunderbolts approached Ling Lin's body for a few feet, they would suddenly distort strangely, and then disappear.

"Is the Immortal Tribulation very fragile?" A young monk who had just entered the sect looked at this scene in mid-air and murmured to himself. However, as soon as he finished speaking, a chestnut exploded on his head.

At the same time, a loud voice made his ears buzz.

"What are you thinking about? The immortal catastrophe is the most terrifying thunder catastrophe. But..." Beside the young monk, a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes looked at Ling Lin in the air with reverence and murmured.

He said, "It's not that Immortal Tribulation is too weak, but that Uncle Ling Lin is too powerful."

"This wine is not as good as Qinglin wine after all." Ling Lin tossed the empty wine jar aside and frowned. The jug of wine in his hand was naturally not that of his senior brother Li Xuan.

Qinglin wine can be regarded as a very good kind of wine. But Ling Lin, who had drank Qinglin wine, was no longer satisfied with other wines.

"It's a pity that there is too little Qinglin wine." Ling Lin shook his head and sighed. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed, "After being in seclusion for so long, senior brother must have spent all the wine.

You must have finished drinking the Qinglin wine."

Ling Lin clearly remembered that when he was in seclusion for the first time, Li Xuan said that there was not much Qinglin wine left. Now twelve years have passed, can there be even one jug left of this small amount? It's a big one

Problem.

Ling Lin, who had a calm expression when facing the Immortal Tribulation, couldn't help but change his expression at this moment. But in the end, it turned into a sigh, "It seems that these last three pots

You should drink sparingly."

Rumble!

The sight of the thunder catastrophe destroying the world and the coming of the immortal catastrophe is very terrifying, and it really looks like it is a bit annihilating the world. Even if they are hiding under the Shenzong defense cover, many Shenzong disciples can still feel that touch of heart palpitations. But when they look at

When he looked towards the purple figure in mid-air, the palpitation in his eyes due to the immortal calamity disappeared.

Ling Lin was sitting on the chair, drinking wine, looking quite comfortable. The terrifying thunderbolts all disappeared before they even got close to his body.

hold head high!

Suddenly, a dragon roar rang out from the thunder clouds. A black figure thousands of feet tall suddenly rushed towards Ling Lin.

"Hey, the thunder turned into a dragon, and a trace of dragon spirit was actually born." Ling Lin's eyes bloomed with light, "I wonder if catching it to brew wine can improve the taste of the wine, not to mention that it can surpass Qinglin wine.

, even if it’s close, it’s great.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ling Lin reached out his hand excitedly and grabbed the black thunder dragon. This was the first time Ling Lin took the initiative in the immortal calamity. Ling Lin's move immediately attracted everyone

gaze.
Chapter completed!