[In the first year, you were on the Wangchuan River and faced dozens of great saints chasing after you. You were not afraid in the face of danger and chose to break through on the spot. You were a big step closer to breaking through.]
【Second year....】
【Third year....】
[Breakthrough successful, this round of breakthrough lasts for three cycles, consuming 9 billion breakthrough points]
Remaining breakthrough point: 112.9 billion.
Buzz——
Chu Xiu's consciousness sank into the Tao Palace.
Carefully observe the changes in Tao seeds at this time.
The bloody stars are constantly rotating clockwise...
The speed is getting faster and faster.
One after another strange waves shook.
Along with it, the entire galaxy, starry sky, and Tao Palace are trembling.
Chu Xiu closed his eyes and comprehended carefully.
My return to Taoism undoubtedly created a new cultivation system.
Other monks mainly cultivate single-attribute Tao and magical powers, and minor in the rules of time and space to become great saints and holy kings...
But I am different. I major in the Five Elements, Nine Sources, and All Attributes. I don’t have a minor...
Therefore, the existing techniques in the world are no longer suitable for my practice.
He squinted his eyes and thought quickly.
So what do I do?
After the little sage successfully understands the principles of space, he can become a great sage.
After the great sage successfully understands the principles of time, he can become a holy king.
If I understand the laws of time and space as a person in the realm of supernatural powers, am I considered in the realm of supernatural powers, or am I in the realm of the Holy King?
According to common sense, it is impossible for those with supernatural powers to understand the laws of time and space...
But don't forget, Chu Xiu has a system that can speed up understanding and breakthrough, and is an existence that breaks common sense.
He shook his head, not thinking about these things for the time being.
His eyes fell on Tao Zhong.
The shape of the bloody star has not changed much, but its size has increased many times.
If it started out it was just a ping pong ball.
So now it's a basketball.
The most important thing is that it is not as simple as increasing the size.
At this time, a bloody throne was suspended at the top of the bloody stars, with wisps of bloody fluorescence constantly hanging down.
It is the same size as the Blood Star.
The form is both real and illusory.
On the throne, on the backrest of the hands, there are various Dao patterns.
There is fire, there is water, there is ice, there is darkness, there is light...
The five elements and nine sources of attributes gather together...
: "What is the throne?"
: "Could it be that my natal magical power has also mutated?"
Don't think about it that much for now.
Let’s go through the tribulation first and then talk about it...
Chu Xiu regained consciousness.
Open your eyes slowly.
Boom————
On the Wangchuan River, black clouds surged, and a thunder shook the sky and cracked the earth.
Purple lightning dragon breaks through the sky.
Light up the dark space for a moment.
Chu Xiu stood up, turned around, and faced the chasing group of monsters, the Great Sage and the Little Sage, with a sunny smile on his lips.
Seeing this....
Qi Mengdie's eyes moved slightly, and she secretly called on the powerful human beings to retreat quickly.
Because of her, the human monks were far away from Chu Xiu and were able to go ashore in time to avoid the thunder disaster...
As for the powerful demons and barbarians, haha...
: "What's going on with Peak Master Yunxia?"
Mr. Jiang Qi's face was full of surprise.
Qi Mengdie explained, "Didn't fellow Taoist Jiang Qi sense the power of thunder?"
The other powerful humans looked at each other.
: "That thunder just now..."
Ji Changshou's eyes twitched, he thought of something, and spoke quickly.
: "Everyone, retreat quickly... and get ashore quickly. I'm afraid that boy Chu Xiu is going to play a big game..."
Although some strong people don't know the reason.
However, I saw that everyone in Taisu Holy Land was retreating.
They had no choice but to retreat.
Rumble——
Just as they were approaching the shore.
Two more thunders sounded in the sky.
The powerful monsters who were chasing Chu Xiu also sensed that something was wrong...
They all stopped.
Look up at the sky.
One of the human races is very conspicuous, he is the fourth sword master of the Endless Sword Domain.
When he saw the human side retreating.
He felt something was wrong...
The distance was too far and there was no sound transmission, otherwise he would have to ask the third sword master what was going on...
: "It's the power of thunder and calamity."
: "No, look at Chu Xiu."
: "He actually rowed back."
: "It's so fast."
All the demonic and powerful men quickly turned their heads and looked around.
I saw Chu Xiu holding a bamboo pole with a smile on his face.
The stone tablet moved very fast and rushed towards them.
The distance is getting closer quickly.
Five miles.
Four miles.
Three miles.
Rumble——
The sky cracked.
A terrifying purple thunder waterfall pours down.
Chu Xiu was submerged in an instant.
The thunder slurry spread to a radius of hundreds of miles around, including all the powerful demons and barbarians.
: "Fuck me~"
A bull-headed sage with red eyes.
: "This kid is going to survive the tribulation on the Wangchuan River. He is so vicious. He plans to drag us through the tribulation together..."
The expressions of all the powerful men changed wildly.
He turned around and paddled frantically, swimming towards the shore behind him.
Chu Xiu was too cruel and poisonous.
He is an ancient holy body, and the thunder calamity is inherently terrifying.
We also need to bring together nearly thirty great saints and hundreds of lesser saints to overcome the tribulation together...
You must know that so many people have survived the thunder tribulation.
The power is not as simple as 11.
Thunder tribulations are superimposed on each other, and their power will be doubled.
In addition, the Wangchuan River has no solution to suppress, cultivate, magical powers and secret techniques, and also prohibit the air.
They will have nowhere to escape.
The Wangchuan River has suddenly become a dead end... Once you are in the end, don't even think about escaping.
Chu Xiu had planned everything since he entered the secret place. He wanted to kill a large number of demonic and barbarian saints here who were plotting against him.
Now is the time to implement the plan.
: "Chu Xiu, you are such a vicious ant. If the Ai family survives this calamity, I will cut you into pieces with a thousand knives and burn your soul with yin fire for thousands of years."
The succubus Yuji, the great sage, screamed uncontrollably.
She was affected by Chu Xiu's thunder tribulation.
My own thunder calamity is about to be reduced.
It's not just her.
Everyone was affected, including the fourth sword master who followed and wanted to take advantage.
His old face is pale.
Swim frantically towards the shore.
I just hope that my own thunder disaster will not overlap with others.
In the purple thunder waterfall, Chu Xiu's clothes were torn and the boat was rowing very fast.
He threw his head back and laughed wildly.
: "Seniors, don't leave, come and have some fun!!"
:"Hahaha..."
: "I'll play with your second uncle."
A group of great saints, lesser saints, and crazy dogs are escaping in front of them.
He cursed and cursed constantly.
Another wave of thunder falls.
A dozen little saints who were a little slower screamed and were instantly reduced to ashes.
Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts beat wildly and they swam faster.
On the banks of the Forgotten River.
The monks who had not gone down to the river were stunned by the sudden change.
Everyone opened their mouths.
Looking at the Wangchuan River in the distance.
At this time, the rushing water of the Zhuohuang River could no longer be seen in the Wangchuan River.
Some are just various colors, and the scalp-numbing terrifying thunder slurry is surging...
The little saints are like straw, being harvested so quickly that their lives are lost, leaving no room for struggle.
Even the great sage is crying and struggling to survive.