The first thousand one hundred and forty-nine chapters
All the practitioners stared blankly at the sky. They seemed to intuitively choose to believe the content of this sentence, but for a while, they could not feel that the connection between themselves and the heaven and earth was any different from usual.
Since the birth of the world of cultivation, thunder calamity has always existed, and it has always been the heavenly punishment that monks fear most.
In the hearts of all practitioners, it is an eternal law, and it exists as long as there are practitioners.
All practitioners are constantly approaching the next thunder tribulation, and they are extremely afraid of the actual arrival of the thunder tribulation.
But now that voice suddenly told them that the Thunder Tribulation would disappear from now on.
Did it just disappear when you say it disappeared?
That was the sound coming from the thunderclouds that enveloped the entire cultivation world. All the practitioners could easily guess that the person who made the sound was Wang Li, the law of heaven that had descended into the human world.
They subconsciously choose to believe it, but in their hearts they are very confused.
What will happen if the thunder tribulation disappears?
I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was only a short time, because there was still a faint thunder light shining in the thin thunder clouds, and somewhere in the sky of Chaos Continent, a white light suddenly appeared.
Many monks in Chaos Continent saw clearly that there was a practitioner in the white light.
That was an extremely old practitioner.
The flesh and blood all over his body was almost dry, and even the life deep in his bones was almost extinct.
The white light comes from the sea of Qi of this extremely old practitioner.
In his sea of qi, there is obviously a foreign source that is continuously emitting source qi.
It is this strange foreign source that can keep him alive.
This was obviously a monk who had run out of energy and had to hang himself forcibly.
Such a monk, no matter what his cultivation level is, in the past tens of thousands of years in the world of cultivation, his existence can only be used as a magical weapon in the sect, exerting his final power when necessary.
But now, when he flew up in the Chaos Continent, the foreign source in his sea of energy collapsed.
White light continuously gushes out from the sea of qi, filling his dry blood. The powerful spiritual energy forcefully promotes the flow of qi in his body. All the nearby monks from the Chaos Continent feel that a lock in his body has been opened.
.
This is a lock that has almost been rusted. This kind of energy mechanism is not unfamiliar to many monks in the sect.
In almost all sects, among the monks of every generation, there will be many people who are unable to meet their expectations in their cultivation progress. When they are close to breaking through, they have passed their peak period. The remaining time and their qualifications and
Achievements would not allow the entire sect to risk investing astonishing resources for it, so he could only suppress his own cultivation and prevent the energy fluctuations in his body from breaking through the limit all of a sudden.
Everyone knows the consequences.
Going through a tribulation without sufficient assurance 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 own cultivation. He chose to break through that limit.
At this time, most of the monks in the Chaos Continent are still unable to tell who this monk is.
Perhaps people like this have been hiding for countless years and should have been forgotten long ago.
But today, all the monks in Chaos Continent who saw him understood that this man was the first brave man to choose to try.
There was a soft snap.
This monk looked like an eggshell had cracked.
The vitality fluctuations around his body made the air around him purer, but there was no thunder in the sky.
No thunderclouds are generated.
There is only wind.
Waves of thin spiritual energy from heaven and earth came from all directions, driving the flow of air and turning it into wisps of breeze.
Countless breezes gathered towards the monk's body.
His rickety body shook violently.
From the depths of his bones, life began to glow.
His flesh and blood became plump with the infiltration of spiritual energy, and he was like an old tree sprouting new shoots.
Pieces of uncontrollable exclamations and admirations resounded between heaven and earth.
It turns out there really is no more thunder tribulation.
It turns out that after there was no thunder tribulation, the entire process of overcoming the tribulation was equivalent to being omitted directly and jumping directly to the last step. After the breakthrough, it was to directly absorb a large amount of spiritual energy from the sky and the earth to enhance the foundation.
In the next moment, in the Chaos Continent, one after another the escaping lights kept lighting up.
Within each ray of light is a practitioner.
Some of these cultivators in the Escape are very immature. Although they have reached the limit of breakthrough, they seem to have not yet had time to prepare what is needed to overcome the tribulation. There are more cultivators who are aging.
Practitioners, there are many practitioners who have not reached the end of their lifespan, but have long been wiped out by their own talents and destiny, but at this time, each of them is shining.
The light and courage that had been lost due to their bad luck and mediocre talent returned to their bodies at this moment.
More and more cultivators are flying high into the sky. From the Chaos Continent to the Monk Continent, it is like countless daytime fireworks are blooming in the sky of the entire cultivation world.
The escaping light in the sky, the swallowing vortex produced by countless monks breaking through the realm, and the glare produced are increasing, like countless flowers.
Lu Shenliang looked at the countless fireworks blooming between the sky and the earth. She easily guessed what Wang Li was thinking, "Let them help fix the power?"
Wang Li nodded.
The current world is the world of cultivation.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth is the source of power in the world of cultivation.
In the old days, the aura of heaven and earth that permeated the world of cultivation could be seen as discrete energy scattered between heaven and earth.
Discrete energy has no owners.
But when they are absorbed and fixed by something, they have an owner.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
Suddenly, an almost thunderous sound came to mind between heaven and earth.
In many places, a large amount of heaven and earth energy collided, and amazing cyclones were like giant pillars of gods disturbing the sky.
There is a strange light that disappears in the air column.
Many monks in Yi Lei Mountain stopped breathing. They knew that it was the monks at the peak of the Divine Transformation Stage who had broken through to the Nirvana Stage.
Compared with the powerful ones in the Annihilation Stage, even the monks in the Golden Core Stage are like weak ants.
If there are monks who are stuck at the peak of the Transformation Stage and have broken through to the Nirvana Stage, will there be monks who are stuck at the peak of the Nirvana Stage and have broken through to the Mahayana Stage?
Then will there be a new saint in the entire world of cultivation?
An old voice sounded in the depths of Chaos Continent.
A mysterious huge pillar of light rose up with his voice, filled with a holy aura.
A kind of mental wave that was released from the shackles of oppression swept across the entire world of cultivation.
Everyone felt the breath of the saint.
A saint appeared.
From the Chaos Continent.
But everyone felt in an instant that this Holy Lord seemed to have already become a Holy Lord, but he had been using certain means to forcibly suppress his Qi and cultivation.