Precisely because he was extremely convinced that a monk like himself would face the seven-level thunder tribulation in a step-by-step manner, so the first thunder tribulation he prepared to deal with was the Fire Cloud Thunder Tribulation.
The power of the sky fire in the fire cloud and thunder tribulation is about the same as that of the thunder gang. The most threatening thing to a tribulation breaker like him is the heat contained in the sky fire. Therefore, when the first golden tribulation cloud appeared, he sacrificed
What comes out are all magic weapons that can "cool" oneself a little bit in the heat of the fire cloud and thunder tribulation.
The less powerful you are, the more you have to pay attention to details.
He wore three pieces of cold robes that could withstand heat.
Who knew that this calamity cloud looked normal, but the first level of thunder calamity was actually such a different kind of thunder calamity?
He was almost frozen into a frozen pear.
At the same time, in a woodland at the foot of the mountain on the edge of the catastrophe, a young monk wearing a cyan robe stood facing the terrifying cold. The trees around him had completely withered the moment the cold broke out.
As the cold air continues to invade, the branches that have been frozen crispy are constantly falling off like rotten joints. Therefore, although the young monk in green is just standing in the wind, he has an indescribable upright posture.
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"Sister, are you cold?"
The young monk turned around and looked at the senior sister behind him.
After all, the heavenly tribulation is the heavenly tribulation, especially the seventh level thunder tribulation of the Jindan monk.
This young monk's face actually looked a bit blue from the cold.
But his expression was very calm.
He and the young female cultivator behind him, who looked a few years older than him, were also the cultivators closest to Patriarch Tonghui at this time.
But this calmness disappeared when he turned around and saw his senior sister.
A young female cultivator who is a few years older than him is also wearing a cyan robe. Her facial features are very delicate. She is the kind of person who is beautiful when viewed alone, and even more beautiful when viewed together. Moreover, her face and eyes are even more beautiful.
There is also a seemingly morbid and confused look that always lingers, and there is a feeling that people can't help but feel affection for.
But her posture at this time was extremely strange.
She squatted on the ground.
It's like squatting in a pit when using the toilet, but it's a little different. If you squat in a pit, your legs will be wider apart and your waist won't be as straight as hers.
"Senior sister, what are you doing?"
The young monk in blue shirt was so frightened that his voice changed, "You shouldn't be sick again at this time. You have even used Purple Bamboo Pill."
"I'm not sick!"
The female cultivator with unusually delicate facial features replied to him with great enthusiasm, but the next words were transmitted through sound, like a mosquito humming in the ear of the young monk in blue, "I
Now it’s a mushroom.”
The young monk in blue shirt almost cried, "Senior sister, you still say you are not sick?"
"Are you stupid!"
The female cultivator gave him a stern look, "There are too many monks present today. It is impossible for us to hide our whereabouts. If they think I am sane, how can they allow us to steal the magic weapon and leave later."
"Are you really not sick?" The young monk in blue shirt looked at her suspiciously.
"Wang Li!" The beautiful female cultivator became angry, "Do you believe that I am now self-destructing the golden elixir?"
"I believe it, I believe it." The young monk in blue shirt was even more speechless.
A hint of hot breath suddenly appeared in the extremely cold air.
A ball of crimson brilliance appeared in the center of where the ice soul thunder fell.
Sadness and indignation, but no matter how mediocre a monk is at the peak of the Golden Core, he is still a monk at the peak of the Golden Core. There is no way he can just sit there and die without struggling.
The slower you practice, the longer it takes to prepare for the tribulation, and the more fully prepared you are.
Patriarch Tonghui sacrificed three fire magic weapons in one fell swoop.
Being able to avoid conflicts with the magic circle and the magic weapon that he had previously arranged in such a short period of time, and being able to temporarily block the power of heaven in an instant, fully shows that no matter how mediocre the golden elixir peak monk is, he is definitely not a weakling who can be manipulated by the laws of heaven.
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A round red ancient mirror is suspended above the head of Patriarch Tonghui, but the palm-sized mirror seems to be connected to the underground | fire abyss, and black ganoderma-like true fire gushes out crazily.
Although these black earth-shaking true fires will instantly extinguish themselves with a chirp if they touch any trace of electric light hairspring in the sky, a plume of unusually thick black smoke will still rise immediately where the fire light disappears. This black ball will
The smoke is about the size of an ordinary umbrella cap and can stay in the air for at least ten breaths, during which time the black smoke will continue to release a large amount of heat.
A piece of purple scraps of cloth swirled around Patriarch Tonghui's body. Upon closer inspection, this piece of purple scraps of cloth seemed to be a broken bellyband.
Cultivators also pay attention to the shape of their magic weapons. If a male cultivator used a female cultivator's personal robe in normal times, it would eventually give rise to many strange feelings and associations. However, during this kind of catastrophe, no one would care about these details at all.
Even though this thing is a broken weapon, it still shows amazing power under the command of Patriarch Tonghui.
A large number of fire crows continued to emerge from around this piece of remnant cloth, making extremely noisy sounds. These sounds had no effect on the thunder and calamity of heaven, but they made most monks far away from this mountain feel a tingling sensation in their eardrums.
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The fire crows circling around Patriarch Tonghui were like real living creatures, and no electric light hairspring could penetrate these flying fire crows.
In addition, there is an ancient white jade coin with a warm color in the palm of Patriarch Tonghui's hand. This ancient white jade coin exudes a hazy white brilliance, forming a translucent light mask outside his body.
Master Bai Xi had already protected a bunch of fairy seedlings and retreated to a safe enough area.
He looked at Patriarch Tong Hui at the center of the Heavenly Tribulation, and there was already a hint of doubt in the depths of his eyes.
The reason why the Heavenly Tribulation is terrifying is not only because of its terrifying power, but also because it is durable enough.
Heavenly Tribulation, controlled by the laws of heaven, is notoriously emotionless and only stalks people.
When a monk faces a catastrophe, he never needs to be overwhelmed, but needs to be strong enough and persevere.
Therefore, when dealing with natural disasters, the most practical weapon is never a powerful magic weapon, but a very tough and tough magic weapon.
It must be able to last for a long time, and the wear and tear on the person who overcomes the tribulation must be small.
Now Ancestor Tonghui is offering such magic weapons.
Taking out these three very targeted magic weapons in an instant, Patriarch Tonghui's performance was much better than he imagined.
The laws of heaven never arise out of nothing.
Could it be that the Patriarch Tonghui of the Huayang Sect was actually a deeply hidden genius, so he didn’t dare to overcome the calamity easily?
"Shit!"
Patriarch Tong Hui was already roaring in his heart. If he could hear the voice of Master Bai Xi, he might not be able to help but bleed again.
Who knows himself better than him.
If he is a genius, then most of the golden elixir monks in Xiaoyuzhou are geniuses!
Before the heavenly tribulation began, he still held a trace of luck in his heart, wondering whether the law of heaven would cause a slightly weaker heavenly tribulation because he was mediocre. But now that this alien thunder tribulation has fallen, what he was thinking about at this time has already
It's not about being able to successfully overcome the tribulation, but not to die too ugly, not to set the worst tribulation record in Xiaoyuzhou, and not to be wiped out in the first thunder tribulation.
Moreover, the Huayang Sect’s family background is really too thin. Those tribulation monks from powerful sects in various continents may still have 30 magic weapons hidden in their bodies after using three magic weapons. But now he is afraid that he will be killed instantly by this strange kind of catastrophe.
It is to sacrifice all the most applicable magic weapons in the body.
Among these three magic weapons that are quite targeted against the Ice Soul Heavenly Thunder, the purple bellyband fragment was a token of love left to him by his Taoist companion back then. If there was really no other way, how could he have used this piece of magic weapon?
The magic weapon was also sacrificed.
According to the experience of the cultivation world, when a normal golden elixir is promoted to Nascent Soul, the seven levels of thunder tribulation faced will last for about as long as a cup of tea.
Don't underestimate the time it takes to have a cup of tea.
This is by no means a slow and leisurely foreplay, but a full-speed sprint that is always turbulent.
The three magic weapons of Patriarch Tonghui only lasted half a cup of tea.
The round red ancient mirror collapsed first under the impact and whipping of the Ice Soul Thunder. Along the mysterious and unspeakable patterns on the mirror, cracks quickly penetrated into the depths of the ancient mirror. At the moment of fragmentation,
A black oil-like liquid flowed from the edge of each crimson fragment, and then the liquid burned cleanly in a snap of a finger. The fragments of the ancient mirror sputtered away without any brilliance, and fell with a hissing sound all around Patriarch Tonghui.
Within an area of 100 feet.
"It's such a waste of natural resources, you might as well just give it to me."
The female cultivator who was squatting on the ground holding the mushrooms commented as she watched the magic weapon break into pieces.
"The Huayang Sect and our Xuantian Sect can't hit each other with eight poles, so why should I give it to you directly?" Wang Li looked uneasily at some tribulation thunder hairsprings flashing not far ahead, and couldn't help but become more and more worried.
, "Senior sister, this alien thunder tribulation, we are so close, is there really no problem?"
The female cultivator looked at Wang Li as if he were looking at a fool, and said through a message: "Believe me, there is absolutely no problem."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Li's heart that had been holding on was relieved a little, and a tribulation thunder as thin as a gossamer suddenly flashed in front of Wang Li.
With a scoff, a white ice crystal instantly appeared on Wang Li's cyan robe.
Wang Li's face instantly turned pale, "Senior sister, is this what you said? No problem?"
As he spoke, there was a crackling sound like ice crystals cracking in his body, giving the impression that his flesh, flesh and bones were shattering like branches that had been overly frozen.
The female cultivator seemed to completely ignore his question, and just looked at the place where the magic weapon of Patriarch Tong Hui fell into pieces, and said regretfully: "This magic weapon is at least a high-grade Xuanzi-level magic weapon. It's a pity that this kind of magic weapon is broken into pieces."
When the body is shattered, it cannot keep the spiritual energy contained within it, so the fragments are useless."
Wang Li took a few steps back, thinking that the senior sister's words were normal, but her next words made him dumbfounded.
"When the catastrophe is no longer severe, I will ask you to rush forward, and you will rush forward and collect all these fragments."
"No...Senior Sister, since this magic weapon fragment is of no use, why collect it?" Wang Li looked at her speechlessly.
The female cultivator still maintained her mushroom posture and said through the voice: "It's useless to us. In fact, it's really useless, but it should be useful in a while."
The back of Wang Li's head felt cold, and his forehead felt a buzzing pain. He felt that he might have been hit by the cold air from Jie Lei, "Senior Sister, what are you talking about?"
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