"The Thunder Emperor's Order to Prevent Tribulation is intact."

Headmaster Qiu Ling's cold voice echoed in the hall.

Hearing the five words of the Thunder Emperor's order to ward off the calamity, the arrogant Xin Baiqin, the reckless Zuo Lingsun, the calm Tian Luozi, and the silently watching Zhao Sheng were all shocked, and then all of them had a look in their eyes.

A blazing flame ignited.

For high-level monks, thunder tribulation is the test of heaven that they are least willing to face and must face.

Throughout the ages, in order to survive thunder tribulations, countless talented people have racked their brains and painstakingly figured out countless secret methods to avoid or weaken thunder tribulations.

The Thunder Emperor's Tribulation Order is the top one. It comes from the hands of the ancient Thunder Emperor.

Since refining the Preventing Tribulation Token would greatly damage the Thunder Emperor's authority, the cost was so high that even the Thunder Emperor, who held the position of emperor, was reluctant to refine it.

From ancient times to the present, the Youshen Realm has only accumulated a total of more than thirty pieces. Most of them have been collected in the treasure houses of major top sects, and they are rarely seen on weekdays, let alone used.

Unless it is a crucial person to survive the catastrophe, he would never be willing to waste it.

In the past three thousand years, the Thunder Emperor's evil order has appeared twice in total, and each time he was born, a true king of god transformation was created.

Because no matter who it is, as long as they hold this Thunder Emperor's evil-proofing order, they can reduce the power of the thunder tribulation by half - you know, the thunder tribulation is a hurdle that no monk can get around when he comes from the golden elixir.

Establishing the foundation to ascend to the golden elixir, the golden elixir to the Yuanying, and even the Yuanying to ascend to the gods are the three inevitable catastrophes.

If you can survive, you will survive; if you cannot survive, you will...

Especially when he takes one step from the Nascent Soul Realm and becomes the Supreme God-Transforming True King. Countless talented people, and those ancient ancestors and sages who have never been born in this world, all hate to die in front of that Divine Transformation Pass. And if there is a Thunder Emperor,

With the evil-proofing order in hand, you can survive this disaster safely.

Having said that, Xiao Jiuke and others never expected that such a treasure would suddenly appear in front of them, and it seemed to be within easy reach.

In any other place, no matter what the situation, it would not be the golden elixir's turn to get its hands on this treasure. Therefore, when the Thunder Emperor's order to ward off evil was clearly in front of them, no one could remain calm, not even Zhao Sheng.

Zhao Sheng's eyelids twitched a few times, and he couldn't help but scratch his head when he saw the heated atmosphere in the hall.

In fact, for the Golden elixir present here, even if they get it, they can't keep it.

You said, use it to overcome the Nascent Soul Thunder Tribulation? This is not a funny joke.

If someone really dares to be so wasteful, he will most likely not survive more than three months from the day he is promoted to Nascent Soul.

Because there are countless angry great monks in the late Nascent Soul stage who will take his life in retaliation for blocking the way.

Looking around, Zhao Sheng saw the four words "it is inevitable to win" from everyone's eyes.

At this time, Headmaster Qiu Ling spoke again: "Dragon Tooth Sword is an ancient treasure. It is perfect for refining the life magic weapon. Even if it is used in the realm of divine transformation, it will not lose its status. "Haoran Jiuxiao Mantra" Needless to say, everyone

We all know that the secret of transforming into gods must be hidden in the scriptures; and there is also the Thunder Emperor's Order to Prevent Tribulation...hehe, do you want to get them?"

"Fuck, can you please stop being so exciting? Who wouldn't want to!"

At this moment, the thirteen golden elixir masters in the palace could not help but secretly curse.

But at the same time, Zhao Sheng seemed to hear the pounding heartbeats of others, and those pairs of extremely hot eyes were enough to heat up the huge hall.

Master Qiu Ling's method of luring him into profit was clumsy, or maybe he didn't intend to hide it at all. But even though he knew intellectually that he must have something up his sleeve, when the "opportunity for enlightenment" was before his eyes, how could he really not be tempted?

, how many more are there?

Ha ha!

Suddenly, there was a loud laugh, which shocked the palace: "Listening to your words, you must have something to ask of me. You might as well ask your Majesty to explain your request in detail. I, Tianluozi, will definitely do my best."

"If you have something to say, it's okay to say it. It's a great honor for Xin to be able to help you."

"Hehe! With the Three Treasures in front of us, I, Zuo Lingsun, will fight for it even if I risk my life. Junior sister, just wait!"

"How could such a God-given opportunity be missing from me?"

Not to mention how the Jindan people here are vying to express their opinions, the mysterious leader who is in charge is as stable as a mountain: "You are all heroes of the moment, and all treasures will fall into the hands of those who are destined, and those who are not destined will not. You are destined but not destined, you need

Let’s see if there is such an opportunity.”

The meaning of these words is quite clear, and everyone here understands it.

Talking about fate or not is empty talk. Only the level of strength is meaningful. If we insist on arguing about "fate", naturally the strong ones will get the "opportunity", and everything else will go away.

"Sir, what is this so-called opportunity? Could you please clarify?" someone asked anxiously.

Looking at Master Qiu Ling again, the black mist swirled in his eyes, like a turbulent black abyss, faintly showing the corners of the world. It was heart-stopping to look at it.

This strange appearance disappeared in an instant, and then I heard the headmaster laugh and say: "Since you are so impatient, then go...sleep!

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the figure of the headmaster on the main seat suddenly disintegrating, and a large black haze expanded and spread out, filling the entire palace in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Ding Nan Zongzong, Venerable Dingshen and other ghost cultivators also turned into black energy and merged into the black mist that filled the palace.

Just as Zhao Sheng was about to react, his whole body was suddenly wrapped and imprisoned by an unimaginable invisible force, making him unable to move. At the same time, waves of heat suddenly rose in his belly, rushing from bottom to top into the Purple Mansion Soul Sea.

In an instant, Zhao Sheng felt that his whole body was paralyzed and he could not exert any strength. At the same time, his thoughts became as drowsy as drunkenness, his eyelids gradually became as heavy as mountains, and he almost fell asleep.

When they were about to fall asleep, the deep words of Master Qiuling rang in everyone's ears: "Before entering the heart tribulation, everyone must remember that death is not death, life is also life, life and death are disillusioned, and the true spirit is not unknown... I am stuck in the heart.

For many kalpas, we have never been able to achieve liberation, but just because there is one thing missing, we have never been able to truly achieve enlightenment. That thing is in the kalpa of our hearts... Whoever can get that thing, all the Three Treasures will belong to him!

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Remember one sentence, the most unreasonable thing exists, and the most unreasonable thing is reasonable. Find it, get it, and the opportunity for enlightenment will fall.

On it..."

The voice in my mind became more and more high-pitched and passionate, and gradually sounded like thunder, causing turmoil in the world. A deep crack suddenly tore open in the depths of the dazzling darkness. At first, it was only as thick as a hair, and then it slowly expanded. It was a black hole, and I don’t know where it leads.

Where.

In an instant, Zhao Sheng felt his body light up, and the void in front of him shifted upside down. Countless distorted picture fragments were intertwined in his mind, which was dizzying.

The world spins and the darkness disappears.

When Zhao Sheng opened his eyes again, a vibrant world suddenly came into view.

The sky is thousands of miles high, the clouds are light and the wind is clear, the sun is hanging high in the sky, and the sunlight shines down, and there are many beautiful and tall peaks, surrounded by spiritual clouds, and full of rare and exotic plants.

There are endless palaces and pavilions in the mountain peaks and valleys, reflecting red, green, yellow and other lights from time to time.

At this moment, one after another, wearing red, white, yellow and purple robes, or using magic weapons, or riding spiritual birds, they are shuttling back and forth among the mountain buildings, sometimes rising and falling, sometimes disappearing into the distance.

.

As soon as Zhao Sheng saw the distribution of the peaks and buildings, as well as the robes worn by everyone, he was suddenly shocked:

"This is... the Qiuling Sect from a thousand years ago?!"

He quickly lowered his head and looked at himself, and was shocked again.

Both the lavender robe and the gnarled body are extremely unfamiliar.

But amidst the strangeness, there is also an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Zhao Sheng's thoughts moved, and the true energy in his body surged, without a trace of stagnation.

His mind flashed again, and a large amount of water mist suddenly condensed in the void in front of him. The mist condensed and instantly turned into a clear and bright round water mirror.

The mirror reflected a tall middle-aged man with a yellow face and a red beard, eagle eyes and a nose, and a body made of iron.

When Zhao Sheng saw this image, his heart skipped a beat, and countless memory information suddenly appeared in his mind.

...Zhenren Hanzhang, the master of the Qiuling Sect's Weapon Refining Peak, has cultivated to the ninth level of the Golden elixir, and has a lifespan of more than 700 years...

"My identity is Master Hanzhang... Is this a heart tribulation? Or is it a dream?"

Zhao Sheng calmed down, and suddenly another thought came to his mind: "Could it be that Master Hanzhang was... Master Dingnan during his lifetime?"

This guess is not nonsense.

Because before that, Venerable Dingnan was standing beside him.

There was also a ghost cultivator standing beside everyone else.

Before, Zhao Sheng didn't understand the purpose of this move.

But based on the situation at this time, Zhao Sheng has come to a clear understanding.

In this world, he has become "Hanzhang Zhenren", and everyone else must also play a "role".

"It's just...where will the opportunity for enlightenment that person is looking for be hidden?"

Zhao Sheng's mind was in a tangle of thoughts. He looked at the extremely real world in front of him and fell into deep thought for a moment.

"...The things that should least exist exist, and the things that are most unreasonable are reasonable."

After a while, the sun set under the peaks one after another, night fell, the mountain gate became quiet, and the palaces and pavilions were all shrouded in the formation's light mask, emitting a faint light in the darkness.

Zhao Sheng walked leisurely, shuttled between the palaces at will, and searched secretly.

However, the people he met along the way seemed unable to see him and turned a blind eye to him.

Zhao Sheng once tried to talk to people, but he couldn't communicate with them despite all his efforts. He was like a ghost wandering around this world, ignorant and unaware.

At this time, Zhao Sheng had already made quite a discovery. The world here seemed extremely real, but every detail was distorted, and the further you went to the periphery, the more distorted it became.

The world is only a hundred miles wide, and the outermost edge cannot exceed ten miles outside the mountain gate, because it is already pitch black and void, and everything is fragmented and terrifying.

"This kind of ghost place..."
To be continued...