On Wuzhuang Mountain, at the top of Wuming Peak, a generation of sub-sage Canglong ushered in his third disaster in the eyes of everyone.
And at the same time that he began to overcome the tribulation, in the heart of the mountain of Tushen Castle, a young man opened his eyes.
"here we go......."
In the dark space, a man's voice sounded, his tone was very calm.
Beside him, there was a middle-aged man wearing a Taoist robe, his eyes sparkling, and there was a hint of excitement.
"The time has come, Mr. Liang, let's do it!"
"Um."
Liang Yan nodded lightly, his face calm at all, and sat cross-legged on a thick tree root, forming seals with his hands quickly.
There are nine levels of human Tao foundations, among which the Juetian Tao foundation, the Ten Thousand Tribulations Tao foundation, and the Huanjing Tao foundation are all ranked as the upper three Tao foundations.
Unlike the other two Dao Foundations, Jue Tian Dao Foundation cannot improve a monk's fighting ability, but it has an ability that everyone avoids, and that is to steal other people's luck for your own use!
Of course, this heaven-defying effect also has its limitations. For example, you can no longer take pills to increase your cultivation in this life, and you can only activate the Heaven-defying Dao Foundation once in each great realm.
During the battle at Cangnan Mountain, Liang Yan, with the help of Linghu Bai, activated Jue Tian Dao Ji and jumped from a Jindan monk to a Tongxuan Zhenjun. From then on, he never had the chance to use it again.
Until today, facing the Linglong Immortal Tree, the treasure of the sect in Wuzhuang Mountain, the opportunity he had been waiting for finally came.
The Taoist sect of Wuzhuang Mountain is orthodox and has been passed down by saints. It is also one of the top forces in Antarctic Immortal Continent and can be described as a giant.
Successfully absorbing the luck of Wuzhuang Mountain will make his cultivation level advance by leaps and bounds!
But at this moment, Liang Yan was not impatient.
His face was very calm, his hands kept making secrets, and the spiritual power in his body was circulating. After more than a hundred years, Jue Tian Dao Ji finally activated again!
Boom!
The entire Wuzhuang Mountain seemed to tremble, and the tree roots that had been dormant in the ground began to squirm unconsciously, as if something scary to them was about to happen.
At the top of the Nameless Peak, everyone's eyes are focused on Canglong. At this time, Canglong is showing off his skills and fighting with the way of heaven.
No one noticed that at the root of the Linglong Immortal Tree, there was a young man who was trying to seize the luck of Wuzhuang Mountain...
In the dark and humid space, the roots of the exquisite fairy tree were twisting and squirming. Lao Jin sensed something in the dark and looked up into the air, but did not find anything abnormal.
But he was not disappointed, because he knew that he could not see the changes in his luck. Only those with the ultimate foundation of heaven could see what was happening now.
This is indeed the case.
With the activation of Liang Yan's Jue Tian Dao Foundation, the sect's fortune that had been accumulated for tens of thousands of years in Wuzhuang Mountain finally overflowed from the exquisite immortal tree.
These fortunes gathered in mid-air and gradually formed real dragons of different colors, divided into five colors: gold, green, blue, red and yellow. There were more than ten real dragons in each color, soaring freely above Liang Yan's head.
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In the originally dark space, the dragon roared and the glow was brilliant!
Liang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked up, and soon discovered that there were actually ninety-nine real dragons formed by the luck of Wuzhuang Mountain!
Moreover, the luck contained in each true dragon is more than the luck of the eight major sects of Cangnan Mountain combined that day!
"Wuzhuang Mountain is worthy of being one of the Seven Mountains and Twelve Cities!"
Liang Yan was really shocked. It was only at this moment that he truly saw the depth of Wuzhuang Mountain.
This endless luck is the greatest legacy left by the founder of Wuzhuang Mountain to his later generations of disciples.
"Senior Gan Daozi, I'm offended!"
Liang Yan muttered silently in his heart.
The next moment, Juetian Daoji launched with all his strength, and a colorful vortex appeared above his head. The real dragons of luck that were swimming in the dark space all let out a cry at this time and flew downwards involuntarily.
As the true dragons of luck poured into his body one after another, Liang Yan's cultivation level also continued to rise.
Five colors of glow emanated from his body, hot and bright, like a dazzling star floating in the sky, illuminating the entire dark space.
Lao Jin had already moved away from Liang Yan at this time, protecting him a hundred feet away.
Although he couldn't see those destiny dragons, he could sense that Liang Yan's cultivation was improving at an incredible speed.
For such a huge change, even though Lao Jin was well-informed and had been mentally prepared for it, he still looked shocked at this time.
"This kind of cultivation growth rate is really shocking... How much luck has this kid absorbed?"
He couldn't see the Luck True Dragon in Wuzhuang Mountain, couldn't imagine how huge the destiny of the top forces in Antarctic Immortal Continent was, and couldn't imagine how far Liang Yan's cultivation could grow.
But he knew that Liang Yan's opportunity this time was no small matter!
However, the Transformation Tribulation Realm is different from other realms.
For monks below the level of Tribulation Realm, as long as they break through the corresponding bottleneck after improving their cultivation level, they can immediately reach a new level, thus improving their own strength.
But monks in the Transformation Tribulation Realm cannot do this, because they have "three disasters and nine disasters". Even if their cultivation level is sufficient, they cannot improve their strength without surviving the corresponding disaster.
Liang Yan is like this now.
Before he absorbed the luck from Wuzhuang Mountain, his cultivation was already perfect, and he had to survive the first disaster before he could continue to improve his strength.
Nowadays, a huge amount of luck has been poured into Liang Yan's body. Although his cultivation level is constantly improving, the aura on his body has not changed much. This is because the cultivation level transformed by the luck has not improved his realm.
"It seems that Mr. Liang can only temporarily suppress his cultivation, otherwise it will be wasted... He has Hunyuan Golden Pill, which is enough to accommodate these luck cultivation, but the consequence of this is that he
The next disasters will follow one after another, I wonder if Mr. Liang can withstand it?"
Lao Jin looked at Liang Yan in the distance, with a trace of worry in his eyes.
In fact, Liang Yan, the person in the game, understands what he is worried about better than anyone else.
But now the arrow is on the string and must be fired!
This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Whether it is the huge fortune of Wuzhuang Mountain or the inheritance of Tianji Pavilion, Liang Yan cannot give up!
Even if the cultivation he is absorbing cannot be transformed into a realm for the time being, he must persevere to the end!
In mid-air, Liang Yan's expression was firm and unwavering.
The Jue Tian Daoji was pushed to the extreme by him, and the colorful vortex became faster and faster. The real luck dragons in the air all screamed, trying to break free and stay away from this vortex.
However, Jue Tian Dao Ji was born to be their nemesis. In front of Jue Tian Dao Ji, these destiny dragons had no power to resist and were sucked into the colorful vortex one by one.
Liang Yan's face gradually turned red, green smoke filled his body, and there was a trace of pain in his eyes.
Wuzhuang Mountain has been inherited for tens of thousands of years, and the luck is too great. Now it is all poured into his body, which makes Liang Yan have a very strange feeling.
At this moment, he felt that his body no longer belonged to him, but belonged to the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, as if he had merged with the heaven and earth.
"No, I have to keep my heart and not be assimilated by the fate of Wuzhuang Mountain."
Liang Yan's mind froze, and he sat upright in mid-air. He kept making spells with his hands and casting spells, and his face gradually returned to calm...
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At the same time, Liang Yan used Jue Tian Dao Foundation to absorb the fortune of the Wuzhuang Mountain sect.
At the top of Wuming Peak, Canglong has survived the "Heavenly Thunder Tribulation", "The Dao-Destroying Tribulation", the "Flesh and Flesh Tribulation" and the "Heavenly Punishment Tribulation".
In the face of Ya Sheng's terrifying strength, even Heaven seems to be helpless.
After the "Heavenly Punishment Tribulation", there has been no movement in the cracks in the sky for a long time, so that many disciples of Wuzhuang Mountain with low cultivation level thought that Canglong had successfully overcome the tribulation and would soon achieve the status of saint.
However, Lu Qinghe, Su Dingshan and other peak masters with advanced cultivation levels were not at all relaxed at this time.
On the contrary, each of them frowned and stared at the cracks in the sky, their eyes full of worry.
High in the sky, the blue dragon stands proudly.
He raised his head and looked at the crack in the sky, his spiritual power running to the extreme, as if he was quietly waiting for something.
After a while, a little green fluorescence suddenly appeared deep in the crack.
Cang Long's eyes stared closely at this fluorescent light, and his consciousness suddenly became blurry.
There is a strange feeling in the dark, as if this fluorescent light came from the far away shore. On the way, it traveled through endless time and space, experienced chaos and darkness, and spent millions and millions of years before finally arriving in this world.
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Although there is a sense of vicissitudes of life in consciousness, in reality it only lasts a short moment.
When he came back to his senses, the green fluorescent light had already flown out of the crack.
The fluorescence continued to grow in mid-air, turning into thousands of rays of light, which continued to rotate, and finally formed a green vortex.
Canglong was enveloped by the whirlpool, and the Yimu spiritual power that originally surrounded him disappeared instantly. Dots of spiritual light flew out from the surface of his skin and flew towards the whirlpool in mid-air...
"That's the power of his law!"
At the top of Wuming Peak, the twelve transformation calamities were all well-informed people, and they could see the mystery at a glance.
Under the cover of this green whirlpool, Canglong's power of law is not under his control at all. Whether it is the "Blue Dragon Sutra" or "Blue Sea Tide", all the magical means that he is proud of can't be used at this time.
The power of success!
And the auras flying out of Canglong's body were the power of his Yimu Law, but they were being absorbed crazily by the green vortex!
"It seems that this is the most powerful part of the Heavenly Tribulation...the Origin Tribulation!"
Everyone let out an exclamation at this moment.
They are masters of calamity reduction who have survived the second disaster. At this level of cultivation, they are already able to skillfully borrow the power of the laws of the Three Thousand Avenues.
However, the source of all the power of laws lies in the Dao of Heaven.
Heavenly Dao has the origin of three thousand avenues. If a monk wants to break the tribulation and become a saint, he will be suppressed by Heavenly Dao with the power of the origin. What appears above Canglong's head now is the origin power of Yimu Law!
At this moment, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation will no longer spread to everyone, and all the killing moves will be concentrated on Cang Long alone.
The Twelve Transformation Tribulations are about to begin. Many people stretch their necks and spread their spiritual consciousness, wanting to see what is in the depths of the vortex? What kind of existence is the original power?
This opportunity is once in a lifetime and no one wants to miss it!
However, no matter how they stretched their necks and racked their brains, they still couldn't see clearly the end of the whirlpool. They could only feel that there was a layer of fog inside. As long as their consciousness came a little closer, there was a stabbing pain in their minds, and they soon felt dizzy.
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"not good!"
The twelve transmutation tribulations were horrified, and they all withdrew their spiritual consciousness in unison, each using their own mental methods to drive away the dizzy feeling in the sea of consciousness.
It was at this time that Canglong moved.
He did not escape, but activated the escape light and faced the vortex above his head.
Deep in the vortex, the glow flashed, and countless green vines rushed out, spreading rapidly in the air, like a huge sky net.
Canglong narrowed his eyes slightly, spit out "Qiankun Qi Circle" from his mouth, and placed it on top of his head.
Dense vines fell from the sky and soon formed a cage, locking Canglong inside and unable to move!
At the top of Wuming Peak, everyone had different expressions when they saw this scene.
Among them, Gui Wuqi shook his head slightly, sighed and said: "Obviously, I have worked hard for many years to get something, but now I have betrayed myself. It feels uncomfortable to think about it... In front of the origin of the avenue, the power of law
Unable to use it, this is simply a losing battle!"
"That's not necessarily the case!"
Demon Lord Qingyun, who was in the "Qinghe Water Formation" with him, smiled and said: "If you want to achieve the status of a saint, you must obtain the power of the source. Heaven uses the source to kill Canglong. Doesn't Canglong want to take this opportunity to steal Heaven's power?
The origin? Be patient, the fun has just begun, we still don’t know who will laugh in the end, Canglong or Tiandao!”
After hearing this, Gui Wuqi snorted coldly and did not answer.
In his eyes, Demon Lord Qingyun is just a low-level casual cultivator. He has never heard of this person before. Although he has become famous in the past hundred years, he still looks down on him because of his status.
Demon Lord Qingyun didn't care, he just smiled and turned to look at the Canglong in mid-air, with a trace of excitement hidden deep in his eyes.
At this moment, Canglong was completely trapped in the vine cage.
His power of law cannot be used, and he is unable to fight against the law of heaven. If it were not for the "Qiankun Circle" to help him hold on to his vital points, he might have been killed by the law of heaven.
Even so, the scope of the "Qiankun One Qi Circle" is also constantly shrinking. It is estimated that in a few moments, this magic weapon will not be able to support it.
Cang Long's face was extremely solemn. He sat cross-legged in the cage and quickly performed the martial arts with one hand. He seemed to be brewing some kind of powerful magical power.
Gradually, his body became transparent, like an ice statue floating on the top of the Nameless Peak.
A gust of breeze blew by, and Canglong's body suddenly fell apart.
His limbs, five senses, torso, and hair all disappeared, as if a long river burst its banks, turning into countless fluorescent balls the size of fingernails, floating in the air.
From a distance, Cang Long looked like a person in a painting who was suddenly wiped away with water. Not only did his body disappear, but even his breath could no longer be sensed...
At this moment, above the sky, the blue dragon completely disappeared.
Instead, there are countless groups of green glow like fireflies...
