The Mengyang Linghai Yuan Divine Spirit, who fused the Death Qi Xuandan, the Thunder Xuandan, the Cold Qi Xuandan, and the Murderous Xuandan, actually regained his vitality at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body was also rapidly turning into substance, and a trace of scalp-numbing aura spread, and the four Xuandan colors were also prompted to shine into four colors.

A violent aura emerged from Meng Yang's body, and countless monks who sensed something strange were standing far away, and they all exuded their spiritual sense to investigate, but they were immediately directly dispersed by a poundy aura that shocked them.

Everyone, all the monks who sensed this majestic spiritual power and the sky-high blood qi, all stared at each other in horror.

"Look, it's a nine-colored thunder tribulation in the sky, and the cultivation of the tribulation is so strong, even if my sect city has never produced one for a hundred years. ”

"The three spirits are in a sleepy state of mind, and Gong Wu must go through the thunder tribulation that he must go through to break through the gathering of martial arts, and he can attract nine-colored thunder, and he is definitely not a nameless person. ”

"When the old barbarian broke through the Juwu, he only attracted the five-color level, and was almost killed, this nine-color tribulation is coercion is like a full blow from a strong person in the Fusion Body Realm, as long as this person crosses, no one in the Gathering Martial Realm dares to respond to his edge, so who is he?"

Countless greetings appeared in the hearts of onlookers, and the thunderstorm climbed and coerced, making them sit on a mountain like a pressure.

Some of the early Gongwu monks were even more shocked by this violent aura of heavenly tribulation, and their blood surged upward, spitting blood wildly.

After thinking about it carefully, he was terrified, as if he wanted to remember the figure in the thunder tribulation, and after taking a heavy look, he burst back one after another.

Countless monks showed panicked expressions, and in addition to shock, there was also unbelievable horror in their eyes.

The greed in my heart disappeared without a trace at this moment.

After the breakthrough of the Tribulation Monk, no matter who it is, they will fall into a period of weakness to adapt to the new primordial spirit, the new body, and the new realm.

This is already a well-known thing in the entire cultivation world, and even some palace martial artists will hemorrhage profusely when they are preparing to break through, and give all the treasures to nearby monks to buy favors.

In this way, he has no worries after the breakthrough is successful, or after the breakthrough fails.

And no matter whether Meng Yang's breakthrough succeeds or fails, they will step forward as soon as possible, and threaten with strong means, either to take out the magic weapon that makes them happy, or to take his life, at this time, Meng Yang, who has entered the weak period, cannot exert any powerful spiritual power at all, because the spiritual power is consumed when resisting the heavenly tribulation.

Then, in order to save their lives, many monks will compromise and obediently send extremely high-grade heavenly treasures, in order to be able to escape from the encirclement and suppression of many monks. After all, for life, magic weapons can be obtained at any time.

Moreover, this kind of thing, in the cultivation world, can be said to be experienced by every monk who has experienced the Heavenly Tribulation.

As the countless monks who were onlookers, they didn't receive anyone to break through the gathering at the first time, so when they found that there was a vision in the sky, they all rushed over, in addition to watching a good show, they were also ready to take the opportunity to ask for some magic weapons.

But the rich blood in the center of the Heavenly Tribulation completely swallowed all the thoughts in their hearts and did not dare to reveal it.

Meng Yang, from the moment he exuded his spiritual sense, knew that it would cause changes in the Heavenly Tribulation, the reason why he did this was not because he had the confidence to resist the Thunder Tribulation, but because he only wanted to warn those who were close to the cultivators, he Meng Yang... It's not easy to mess with.

The color of the sky is still changing, deepening, and becoming gloomy, and the monks who came one after another, in the midst of discovering the thunderstorm in the sky, actually wandered with nine-colored glow, all hiding their original intentions in the bottom of their hearts, and they all looked at the coming scene with shocked expressions.

The curtain, the border, there is an abyss, and in the depths of this abyss, there is a middle-aged man about fifty years old. His body was wrapped in a layer of netherworld, and the energy that exuded a rich netherworld qi continued to spread out from the cracks in the ground around this person, and was pulled by him, and when he approached the background of the netherworld light, it instantly turned into pure energy and drilled into his body.

His countenance, as he continued to absorb the ghostly qi around him, became younger.

The white hair on the temples is also occupied by the black that appears at the roots of the hair at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

On the rather majestic face, you can still vaguely see the shadow of the past.

And this person is Jing Hongyun, who broke through with the help of ancient blood and became the realm of melting the sky after parting with Meng Yang.

Suddenly, Jing Hongyun opened his eyes, his gloomy face suddenly froze, and his eyes looked at the north of the ancient curtain.

The corners of his mouth showed a smile of relief under the jade slip of the storage ring's constantly flashing colors.

"The three spirits are trapped in the heart tribulation, the one color tribulation is the weakest, and the nine color tribulation is the strongest, but I didn't expect the little friend to be the strongest tribulation in the nine colors..."

"If it's someone else, it's hard to turn back, but if it's you, then it's definitely okay!"

Waves of strong qi continued to overflow from Meng Yang's body, causing a deafening sound to continue to sound in the sky.

At this moment, a crimson blood pill suddenly flew out of his chest, and was swallowed by him in one gulp, and a rich energy that could burst him was like a flood that opened a valve, rushing and exploding, instantly filling his meridians, body, spleen, dantian, and spiritual sea.

After silently reciting the mantra of meditation, he suddenly looked up at the cloud above his head that seemed to be about to swallow the earth in his mouth, and the essence in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, until he stared at it for a long time, and then slowly closed his eyes.

And just when he closed his eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of Meng Yang's mouth, a smile that no one understood.

The wind and clouds reversed, the sky and the earth changed, and under the roaring wind, lightning flashed and thundered. But I saw a large number of black clouds circling and flying in the sky of the Black Sea. When I looked at it, I found that those black clouds flashed with shocking lightning, constantly flying from all directions, frantically condensing, and soon formed a huge whirlpool.

The whirlpool was so big that in an instant, it enveloped the entire sky for hundreds of miles.

The gathered black clouds wriggled in bursts, erupting into a rumbling thunder that echoed all around, and under the staggered lightning, the black clouds blew a huge wind, and in the blink of an eye, a figure was formed, and a figure gathered by a black cloud.

The figure was like a giant, unable to see clearly, and as soon as the left hand was stretched out, the electric light swam, and it gathered, and in an instant it formed a huge long sword, which was carried by the giant in his hand.

A thunderclap like an ancient thunder made all the sea monks pale and their eyes look horrified.

At this moment, the giant formed by the condensation of the black clouds suddenly raised his sword and pointed it at the sky.

The thunder and lightning that were wrapped around the body of the sword, constantly wandering and flickering, at this moment, as if it had life, turned into a dragon, and slammed into the sky, a dazzling flash of light suddenly came, sweeping away in all directions, and a boundless net that covered the sky of ancient burials all day suddenly shattered, turning into a little star spot and leaving it on the scarred earth.

When the vision appeared, Meng Yang suddenly felt a bang in his brain, as if some barrier had been broken through by an invisible force, and the mental space suddenly expanded a circle, and under the slight movement of his thoughts, it was as if he could see through something.

Retracting his gaze, he was still quiet in the shock just now, the disappearing vision, so that he always had the illusion of flesh and blood, but just as he reacted, he suddenly realized that the Rising Sun Inheritance Cylinder, which was lying behind the dantian Yuan Shen and lost its luster, actually rotated and sprinkled dazzling gold.

The vision that disappeared turned into a small snake at this time and went directly into it.

The many prohibitions that were sealed by themselves also broke by themselves with a sound of shattering.

Under the diffusion of golden light, not only the dantian spiritual sea was shining brightly, but also the speed of the condensation of the primordial spirit, more rapid, at this moment, a roar, suddenly ringing in the ears, rolling wanton sound, even more so that the surrounding monks who watched the strange scene just now, their faces turned pale with shock, they knew that the thunder tribulation was coming.

[Ding, 26 million wealth points are consumed, and the last difficulty of the Three Spirits Dilemma "Soul Yuan Difficulty" breaks through]

[Ding, attention, pay attention to the "Three Spirits Sleepy Mood" is coming, is coming. 】

The warning that appeared in his pupils made Meng Yang open his eyes and look up. His body also floated up involuntarily, enveloped by a circle of nine-colored light, and in the crack mouth of the sky, a heavenly tribulation covered with electric arcs appeared.

After this heavenly tribulation appeared, it roared down with the glow shining on Meng Yang's body.

All the monks on the lookers couldn't take their eyes off the huge thunder that fell on the sky, just standing outside the edge, their hearts trembled at this moment, their qi and blood were churning out uncontrollably, and their spiritual power was running uncontrollably, resisting the terrifying coercion that pressed on their bodies, and no one could describe their feelings.

Before the thunder tribulation was approaching, Meng Yang's bones made a grinding and clicking sound, and one after another cracks like scars tore apart Meng Yang's flesh and countless bloody cracks directly under the terrifying aura of the thunder tribulation. At the same time, the light of the coming thunder tribulation became more and more intense, and eventually the whole sky seemed to be darkened under this thunder tribulation.

Said slowly, but all this happened in the blink of an eye, after the thunder tribulation appeared, it was directly pressed on Meng Yang's body, just the radius of the thunder tribulation was seven zhang wide, if it weren't for this nine-colored aperture, which isolated the terrifying power of the heavenly tribulation, I am afraid that the moment this thunder tribulation appeared, within a radius of dozens of miles, all of them were pressed out of a big pit.

Meng Yang hissed in pain, but he immediately took the pain and endured it by gritting his teeth, and the moment his body also came into contact with the Thunder Tribulation, it smashed down to the earth, and the storm that was set off tore through countless heavenly trees in an instant.

He was just about to get up when the thunderstorm came again, striking him.

A burst of light from these words spread violently, causing countless onlookers to look shocked and dare not breathe.

Meng Yang spat out seven mouthfuls of blood in a row, and under the eighth mouthful of blood spit out, the placket of the clothes that he had refined, which was enough to withstand the full force of Juwu's blow, was immediately shattered and turned into rags, and in the process of sprinkling, it was instantly torn to pieces by the violent thunderstorm.

In the midst of the turmoil in his heart, it was like a pair of big hands, stirring in it, making Meng Yang suddenly feel a kind of dizziness.