The first thousand one hundred and forty-nine chapters
All the practitioners looked at the sky blankly, and they seemed to have intuitively chosen to believe the content of this sentence, but for a moment, they could not feel the difference between themselves and the world and the usual relationship.
Since the birth of the world of cultivation, thunder tribulation has always existed and has always been the most feared heavenly punishment for monks.
In the hearts of all practitioners, it is an eternal law. As long as there are practitioners, it exists.
All practitioners are constantly approaching the next thunder tribulation, and are extremely afraid of the true arrival of the thunder tribulation.
But now that voice suddenly told them that the thunder tribulation had disappeared from now on.
Did it disappear if it said it disappeared?
It was the sound of the thunder clouds covering the entire cultivation world. All practitioners could easily guess that the person who made this sound was Wang Li, the law of heaven that came to the human world.
They subconsciously chose to believe, but they were very confused.
What happens when the thunder tribulation disappears?
I don’t know how long it took, but maybe it was just a short time, because there was still a vaguely scattered lightning in the thin thunder clouds, and a white light suddenly appeared somewhere in the chaotic continent.
Many monks in the Chaotic Continent have seen it clearly, and there is a practitioner in the white light.
That was an extremely old practitioner.
His flesh and blood were almost dry, and even the vitality in his deep bones was almost cut off.
The white light comes from the sea of Qi of this extremely old practitioner.
In his qi sea, there was obviously a ball of alien sources continuously emitting source energy.
It is this strange alien source that can hold his vitality.
This is obviously a monk who was exhausted and forced to live a life of life.
No matter how good a cultivator is, his existence can only be used as a magic weapon among the sects and exert its final power when necessary in the past tens of thousands of years of cultivation.
But now, when he flew up in the chaotic continent, the alien source in his qi sea collapsed.
White light kept pouring out of the sea of qi, filling his dry blood. The powerful spiritual energy forced the flow of qi in his body. All the monks in the chaotic continental region felt that a lock in his body was opened.
It's right.
This is a lock that has almost been rusted. This kind of qi is not unfamiliar to monks from many sects.
In almost all sects, among every generation of monks, there will be many people who practice in the state of cultivation and cannot meet their expectations. When they approach the state of breakthrough, they have already passed their peak period, the remaining time and their qualifications and
Achievement cannot allow the entire sect to take risks and invest amazing resources in it, so he can only always suppress his cultivation and prevent the qi in his body from fluctuating and breaking through that boundary at once.
Everyone knows the consequence.
Passing through the tribulation without sufficient confidence and preparation will only lead to disastrous consequences for individuals and the entire sect.
But now, this dying man chose to open the lock that suppressed his cultivation, and he chose to break through that boundary.
At this time, most monks in the Chaotic Continent could not judge who this monk was.
Perhaps people like this have been hiding for countless years and should have been forgotten.
But today, all the monks who saw him in the Chaotic Continents understood that this man was the first brave man to choose to try.
There was a light bang.
The monk seemed to have an eggshell cracked outside.
The fluctuations of the vitality around him made the air around him clean, but there was no thunder in the sky.
No thunder clouds are generated.
Only the wind.
Thin lines of spiritual energy from heaven and earth came from all directions, driving the flow of air and turning into wisps of breeze.
Countless breezes gathered towards the monk's body.
His hunched body shook violently.
From the depths of his bones, it began to rejuvenate.
His flesh and blood became abundant with the infiltration of spiritual energy, and he was like an old tree that was rejuvenating new buds.
Piles of uncontrollable exclamations and admiration sounded between heaven and earth.
It turns out that there is really no thunder tribulation.
It turns out that after there is no thunder tribulation, the entire process of passing through the tribulation is equivalent to being directly omitted, jumping to the last step, and after breaking through, you will directly swallow a large amount of spiritual energy from the world to improve the Taoist foundation.
In the next moment, in the chaotic continent, one after another, the escape light continued to illuminate.
In every light, there is a practitioner.
These practitioners in the light of escape are a little immature. Although they have reached the limit of breaking through, they seem to have not yet prepared for the need to overcome the tribulation. There are more practitioners, that kind of old, who are already in their old age.
There are many practitioners who have not reached the end of their life span but have long been wiped out by their talents and destiny. However, at this time, each of them is shining.
The light and courage that had been lost because of their poor luck and mediocre talent returned to their bodies in this moment.
More and more practitioners are flying high altitudes, from the Chaotic Continent to the Cultivator Continent, the entire sky of the cultivation world is like countless sun fireworks blooming.
The escape light in the sky, the swallowing vortex produced by countless monks when they broke through the realm, and the glare generated was increasing, just like countless flowers.
Looking at the countless fireworks blooming in the world, Lu Shenliang easily guessed Wang Li’s idea, “Let them help fix the power?”
Wang Li nodded.
The world today is the world of cultivation.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the source of power in the cultivation world.
In the old era, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that permeated the world of cultivation could be regarded as a discrete energy that was scattered between heaven and earth.
Discrete energy has no owner.
But when they are absorbed by something and fixed, they have their owners.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
A nearly thunderous sound suddenly came to the world.
In many places, a large number of heaven and earth vital energy are colliding, and the amazing cyclone is like a giant pillar of a god disturbing in the air.
There is a strange light that is disillusioned in the pillar of energy.
Many monks in Yilei Mountain had their breathing paused. They knew that it was the peak monks in the God Transformation Stage who broke through to the Nirvana.
Compared with the powerful powers of the Nirvana Stage, even the monks of the Golden Elixir Stage look like weak ants.
Those monks who are stuck at the peak of the God Transformation Stage have broken through to the Nirvana stage. Will there be monks who are stuck at the peak of the Nirvana stage break through to the Mahayana stage?
Will a new holy master appear in the entire cultivation world?
An old voice rang deep in the chaotic continent.
A mysterious and huge pillar of light rose with his voice, filled with a sacred atmosphere.
A kind of mental fluctuation that was released by suppressed shackles swept across the entire world of cultivation.
Everyone felt the breath of the saint.
A saint appeared.
From the chaotic continent.
But everyone felt it in an instant that the saint seemed to have become the saint, but he had been using certain means to forcibly suppress his aura and cultivation.