"Today's sermon is over, so you can disperse."

In the main hall, the Bodhi Patriarch sitting on the Yaotai waved the dust in his hand and read to the people who listened to the lecture.

Everyone got up from the futon, bowed to the Bodhi Patriarch, and walked out of the main hall one after another, leaving only Yang Xuan standing in place.

"Wuxuan, why don't you leave?" Patriarch Bodhi looked at Yang Xuan, asked with his eyes slightly closed.

"Master, the day before yesterday you asked me to copy the Tao Te Ching a hundred times, I brought it today."

Yang Xuan arched his hand at the Bodhi Patriarch, took out hundreds of books from the treasure bag, waved his hand, and fell neatly in front of the Bodhi Patriarch.

Patriarch Bodhi scanned the hundred books and knew that Yang Xuan had not deceived him, so he nodded and said, "In that case, you can go." ”

Yang Xuan didn't leave, but just changed his words and said, "Master, the disciple still has one more matter." ”

"What?"

"Disciple," Yang Xuan plucked up courage in his heart and said word by word, "It's time to cross the catastrophe." ”

"Oh," Patriarch Bodhi opened his eyes, Yang Xuan's figure was reflected in his deep gaze, his face was still so indifferent, and he said in a deep voice, "Three years ago, you could have taken this step. I haven't made up my mind until now, so I'm sure I'm ready to do that. ”

"Yes."

"Well, go ahead." Patriarch Bodhi closed his eyes again and waved his hand at Yang Xuan, "There is a deserted mountain range fifty miles south of Fangcun Mountain, you can go there to spend the tribulation." ”

"Thank you Master for reminding me, the disciple is retiring."

Yang Xuan bowed to the Bodhi Patriarch and retreated from the main hall.

After Yang Xuan left, Patriarch Bodhi called again, "Guangling." ”

After finishing speaking, a middle-aged Taoist with immortal wind and bones walked into the main hall, bowed to the Bodhi Patriarch, and asked respectfully, "What is the matter with the master calling the disciples?" ”

"Your Senior Brother Wuxuan is about to cross the catastrophe, you can go and help take care of it." The old eyes of the Bodhi Patriarch were still closed, and he said to the middle-aged Taoist.

"The disciple receives the order."

The middle-aged Taoist saluted the Bodhi Patriarch again, and then walked out of the main hall......

Three days later, Yang Xuan, bathed in the early morning sun, stood on the top of a mountain fifty miles away from Fangcun Mountain.

The cool morning breeze blew in his face, and the Taoist robe on Yang Xuan's body fluttered lightly, making a hunting sound.

Yang Xuan stood with his hands in his hands, looking around, the sea of clouds around his feet was churning, as if he was in a fairyland, and the peaks in the distance were like ink spots, drowning in the white clouds.

On a mountain peak in the distance, a white figure was sitting cross-legged, pranayama with his eyes closed.

"Originally, I wanted the Sword of Defeat to absorb the thunder brought by the Thunder Tribulation, but now it seems that it ......" Looking at that figure, Yang Xuan shook his head and sighed in his heart.

"I'm afraid it won't work."

That person was the elder brother sent by the Bodhi Patriarch to take care of him, Guangling.

The warm sunlight shone in all directions, Yang Xuan looked up at the bright sky, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and quietly waited for the arrival of the catastrophe.

At ten o'clock at noon, Yang Xuan only felt a suppressed breath coming from the top of his head, as if a catastrophe was coming, which was uncomfortable.

"It's coming!"

Yang Xuan opened his eyes violently, and a fine light flashed in his eyes.

When I looked up, I saw that the bright sky, which was still scorching in the sun, was already dark clouds gathering at this moment, becoming as black as ink, except for a little starlight left, and a heavy pressure spread out from the sky, as if the whole sky was about to collapse.

The dark clouds kept surging, getting thicker and thicker, and more and more suffocating.

Although the Heavenly Tribulation had not yet come, that breathtaking momentum emanated, so that all the birds and beasts in this mountain range had fled, and only Yang Xuan was left.

"Are you coming?"

Guangling saw a large area of dark clouds gathered in the distance, and his brows furrowed slightly.

The aura of terror spread all around, and a terrible thunderstorm was brewing.

He was now in the realm of immortals, so he naturally knew what would happen next.

As time passed, the dark clouds began to roll up, and thunder and light rushed out around it, constantly roaring wildly.

"Come on."

Feeling the increasingly terrifying aura emanating from the dark clouds, Yang Xuan gritted his teeth, slowly got up, and took a deep breath.

For the first time, although all the preparations that should be done were done, I was really a little nervous.

Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly formed a vortex.

The vortex became bigger and bigger, and the momentum exuded from it made Yang Xuan raise his eyebrows.

"Boom", as if a thunderbolt exploded suddenly, almost shattering the dark clouds in the sky, and a thunderbolt as thick as an adult's arm slashed down from the whirlpool, cutting across the sky, illuminating the darkness, and attacking Yang Xuan with unparalleled terrifying power.

The thunder struck, but Yang Xuan's face remained unchanged, without the slightest intention of dodging.

This day he was waiting for!

Hearing only a "click", silver thunder light fell from the sky and slashed on Yang Xuan's body.

"Senior brother, you have to be careful."

Guangling clenched his fists, his eyebrows full of worry.

It is precisely because of the existence of the Heavenly Tribulation that anyone who is about to break through the Earth Immortal will have a Heavenly Tribulation!

In the wilderness, I don't know how many monks who are only one step away from becoming immortals, and their hatred stops here.

Only by successfully surviving the Heavenly Tribulation can you become a true Earth Immortal!

In the sound of "boom", the top of the mountain where Yang Xuan was located was a little shorter, but in the center of the smoke and dust, a majestic figure still stood in place, and it never moved!

"Is this the power of the Thunder Tribulation?"

Yang Xuan lowered his head, only to see that the Taoist robe he was wearing exploded directly, revealing a sturdy body. Taking a closer look, Yang Xuan's body was flashing with pale golden light at the moment.

This first thunder tribulation was stiffly resisted by him, and he was not hurt in the slightest.

He himself is a holy body, and his physical body is extremely strong, and he has been tempered by the almost infinite vitality of Atami.

This is also where Yang Xuan's confidence lies in daring to resist the thunderstorm.

However, Yang Xuan did not take it lightly, the power of the first thunder tribulation was the weakest, and the subsequent thunder tribulations would only be more terrifying than the other.

With a "click", the second thunder tribulation with an even more terrifying momentum slashed down from the vortex and landed accurately on Yang Xuan's body.

The sound of 'popping' came out, and sparks had already appeared on Yang Xuan's body.

After resisting the second thunder tribulation, although he was not injured, Yang Xuan only had one feeling in his body at the moment.

That's the pain!

"The second thunder tribulation is so powerful, it is estimated that I will be unlucky in a short time."

Yang Xuan muttered to himself, gritted his teeth again, and held his body to prevent himself from shouting.