The canyon completely collapsed, the Lingquan Waterfall was completely swallowed by the thunder, and the five-colored plasma rose tens of thousands of meters high, sweeping out in all directions like a firework explosion, and millions of square kilometers were instantly submerged by the electric light, turning into a five-color churning thunder sea.

Standing above the altar, feeling the violent fluctuations of the space and the terrifying aura of the thunderstorm, Geng Buyu was frightened and had infinite reverence for Yang Ling, not to mention that he had never seen this kind of heavenly tribulation, nor had he heard of it at all.

Not to mention the five-color thunderstorm, the three-color thunderstorm has almost no record in the spirit world, the only thing he has heard of is the two-color thunderstorm, and it seems to be seven or eight billion years ago, when a super genius said that there was a two-color thunder tribulation when he crossed the tribulation, but unfortunately he was directly wiped out in the thunderstorm, leaving only countless years of stories and sighs.

Only the strong who have survived the catastrophe are qualified to be called strong.

Those who can't resist can only be called geniuses.

And genius is often the symbol and title of short-lived.

Because geniuses are too conceited and self-confident, they like to be different, they like to innovate and experiment, and they always think that they can create a completely different way from their predecessors and history, surpassing those powerful people in history.

It is said that the genius who was killed by the two-color thunder tribulation was because he was ready to condense two rule seeds at one time in the dojo when he stepped into the one-yuan realm, and he also successfully condensed them, so God mixed him with a two-color cocktail for his confidence and courage.

So the genius died, and now seven or eight billion years have passed, not to mention the grave grass, the grave can not be found, and only a few legends and stories can be found from the pile of old papers.

As for cultivation and advancement, whether it is the mortal realm, the spiritual realm, the human race, or other races, they generally grow slowly step by step according to the ancient inheritance, and these inheritance memories and exercises have gone through countless billions of years. The experience accumulated by countless predecessors is the safest and most stable way and method of advancement, so few people question these exercises, and few people greatly innovate and improve the exercises, because the gains outweigh the losses, and many masters who claim to be geniuses end up mostly dying under their own innovations, and the remaining half of their bodies are unsuccessful, and these exercises and inheritances are also the most important conditions for a group, a civilization, and a sect to be able to continue for thousands of years.

Therefore, no matter which era and where, it is not the most talented part of the people who can grow into super strong, but those who are the most stable in mind and the most able to comprehend and inherit the culture.

But what we see now has completely subverted the cognitive scope of cultivating and not foolishness.

Yang Ling has not only carried the three-color thunderstorm that he has never heard of, but also the four-color thunderstorm, and is now resisting the five-color thunderstorm.

And Geng Buyu is not worried at all about whether Yang Ling can carry it, but has been unable to suppress thinking, once Yang Ling carries it, what realm will it reach, and what will it grow to in the end?

The Five-Colored Tribulation lasted for three years, and during these three years, Yang Ling had completely ignored everything in the outside world, his mind was as solid as a rock, and he was using his divine sense and consciousness to pay attention to the five rule chains that had all been connected together and their changes.

In the churning five-color thunderstorm, now the five regular chains have become thick and long, each with a diameter of more than 100 meters, a large number of five-color electric light is like a tide through the five different colors of the chain continues to converge to the center, and the central chain has now turned into a five-color vortex, swallowing all the rolling thunder into it, and at the same time, a green crystal clear thick chain phantom slowly condensed in the center of the vortex.

The thunder light is churning, the aura is whistling, the five rules of gold, wood, water, fire and earth are crazy in the sea of gods, with the appearance of the green chain, a powerful breath of life continues to emanate from Yang Ling's body, and the branches and leaves on the spirit tree that have grown to nearly five thousand meters high are shaking wildly, emitting a rich green light, in the green light, large groups of green water droplets poured down like a torrential rain, falling on the dojo, splashing dust, countless runes kept stirring, and pieces of colorful flowers and plants kept condensing from the dust.

Gou Chen Flying Sword, Qinglong Law Phase, Purple Gold Bell and Big Gourd are all frantically absorbing the five-color tribulation thunder.

A hundred years have passed in a flash, and the thunderstorm has finally disappeared, and the huge vortex in the sky has collapsed.

Most of the canyon has disappeared, and the waterhole has already been completely bombarded into a large pit with a diameter of nearly 100 kilometers by the five-color thunderstorm, and now it has become a huge spiritual lake with vast blue waves, and a spiritual spring still falls down from the cliff 10,000 meters high, and the noise continues to rush into the spiritual lake.

"Wow~"

A figure rushed out of the water from the middle of the churning lake, and appeared directly in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and then a terrifying divine consciousness swept through the entire compass, and suddenly everything was dormant, and everyone felt a feeling of being as small as dust under the pressure.

Millions of square kilometers around the Spirit Lake had long since turned into scorched earth, and there were still dots of colorful robbers scattered among them, but no one had come to pick them up.

Yang Ling retracted his sense, and a phantom of a big tree nearly 10,000 meters high appeared behind him, between the lush branches and leaves, a large number of snow-white buds were as dense as stars, some had bloomed, and some had already given birth to spirit seeds, and in his dojo, at this time, tens of thousands of mature spirit seeds had been scattered under the big tree, these spirit seeds were ripe at the moment when he condensed the rules of life, and the spirit seed tree also seemed to have entered the maturity period at once, and a large number of flower buds began to sprout.

"Rain of Life~"

Yang Ling's finger moved forward slightly, and there was a slight ripple in the air, and the spirit seed tree behind him shook, within a radius of millions of kilometers, a large number of crystal clear green raindrops appeared out of thin air, and then fell to the ground in an endless stream, and in an instant, colorful flowers and trees broke out of the scorched black soil, and under the nourishment of the tumbling aura, the lifeless wilderness soon became a world full of life.

"Congratulations to the master for advancing again~" The light and shadow flickered, and the cultivator was not foolish in front of Yang Ling, while saluting respectfully, his face was full of admiration and reverence, as far as Yang Ling's hand turned all things into vitality and turned decay into vitality, he had never heard of it, although the Dao realm powerhouse also had a little means of turning vitality, it was okay to plant a tree and a pot of flowers, but it was definitely not so exaggerated, this was far beyond the means of the Dao realm.

"Congratulations to the master~" Almost at the same time, another figure was revealed, it was the former Demon Palace Master Demon Xingzi.