At the beginning, Wang Chan Ancestor was seriously injured when all kinds of magic weapons, large arrays, pills, etc. were extremely well prepared, and now Yang Yi, who was originally more powerful than Wang Chan Ancestor, also inexplicably came to look for death.

The seventh thunder tribulation began to be launched, this thunder tribulation was not an ordinary thunder pillar, but a thunder enchantment, and the thunder tribulation enveloped Yang Yi when it fell.

This seventh thunder tribulation is extremely special, and it can only be fought with a magic weapon formation.

In the thunder enchantment, violent thunder blasted towards Yang Yi from all directions.

The pair that Yang Yi was wearing was also a low-grade spiritual treasure, but in the face of such a terrifying and non-stop terrifying thunder, it was full of cracks in just the blink of an eye.

Bang!

The clothes exploded, revealing a strong upper body, Yang Yi frowned slightly, this seventh thunder tribulation is called the ontology tribulation, which is intended to test the cultivator's body.

Cultivators pursue the unity of man, and their ontology is slightly weaker, and the monks who can get to this point are basically using large arrays and magic weapons to overcome the tribulation.

But...

Drink!

With a loud shout, his eyes turned red, and the madness in his heart couldn't help but surge.

"Come on!"

With a roar, Yang Yi's big hand directly grabbed a purple thunder that had been jumping on his body, and the bloody aura exploded, and he actually grabbed the tangible and insubstantial thunder.

After a burst of madness, Yang Yi's body suddenly curled up together, and the blood-red light around his body was flourishing, and the weird red pattern spread rapidly on the visible upper body.

"Roar!"

With a roar that was not like a human voice, the boundless blood wave erupted, shattering the Thunder Enchantment and shattering the Seventh Tribulation.

The red fire pattern quickly retreated, and Yang Yi let out a long breath, his eyes turning golden again.

However, before Yang Yi could breathe a sigh of relief, the first thunder tribulation had already begun to brew.

The seventh tribulation tests the body, and the eighth tribulation tests the mana.

Or the deeper the monk's comprehension of the laws of the Dao, the better this eighth eon.

But no one can help with the last three tribulations, only relying on the accumulation of their own early background.

Yang Yi's early perverted version of the thunderstorm finally ushered in the dawn at this moment, and the eighth tribulation was even easier than the seventh tribulation.

Then came the final ninth tribulation, which is also the most difficult tribulation in the entire ninety-nine tribulations, the heart tribulation!

The heart tribulation is also called the heart knot, and this last calamity is the biggest heart knot that allows cultivators to untie the biggest heart knot in this life.

But how can the heart knot be so easy to unravel, the longer the fire, the heavier the heart knot, and the difficulty of trying to untie it is tantamount to becoming an immortal.

His eyes were extremely golden, but at some point, Yang Yi suddenly felt very sleepy, which was a sleepiness that he had never had since he cultivated

"Son... My son woke up, what kind of dream did he have, it's time to work in the field."

Yang Yi opened his eyes and found himself asleep on the desk, while a middle-aged man stood beside him...

"Dad?" Yang Yi had doubts in his heart, and memories came flooding back.

This place is called Yangjia Village, which is his home, and the one in front of him is his father, named Yang Wen.

I failed the college entrance examination, and my family couldn't afford to continue my college education, so I was forced to come back to work.

Wiping the running water from the corner of his mouth, he looked at the wine bottle in front of him.

"I feel like I'm having a dream"

Before he had time to reminisce about the pleasure of killing all sides in his dream, Yang Wen stuffed a hoe.

"My son left, I went to work in the field, I didn't get admitted to college if I wasn't admitted to college, I didn't talk about anything, I went out to work after I was busy in the field, and I still got four or five thousand a month," Yang Wen comforted.

As a father, he didn't feel good in his heart, his son's failure in the college entrance examination was not because his son didn't work hard enough, but because the whole family was too poor to even afford half of the exercise books, even if his son worked hard, the gap with other classmates would only get bigger and bigger.

"Hmm" Yang Yi nodded, knowing that his father was comforting himself, he didn't make a living in this ravine, he lived on the little local goods in the field, and he had already spent all his family's savings in school.

"Son, father, son, let's leave after eating," a middle-aged woman was rubbing her clothes in the courtyard of the earthen wall, and there was a girl who looked like she was three or four years old beside her.

"Brother... Hug", the girl spread her feet, and the girl pounced towards Yang Yi.

smiled knowingly, held the girl in his arms, and Yang Yi said, "I have to listen to my mother's words in the month, remember, my brother and father will come back to play with you after finishing their work."

"Hmm!" The girl nodded heavily.

...

"Is my son tired? If you're tired, just sit there and drink saliva," Yang Wen said.

Yang Yi nodded, his bones were weak from the body, he was not working in the field at all, the temperature in May and June was very high at the moment, and he felt a little dizzy after less than two hours, and the hoe in his hand was almost uncontrollable.

After taking a sip of tea with a slightly salty taste, my eyes were still a little dizzy, but they were much better than just now.

Three months later, after packing his luggage, Yang Yi was ready to go to the city to work, and after three years of hard work, he earned his family money and chartered a mountain at home, planted some fruit trees and raised some poultry.

With a green and pollution-free signboard, plus three years of hard work and accumulated contacts, Yang Yi has become a well-known wealthy man in the neighborhood in less than five years.

"Son, you're twenty-eight, it's time to find a daughter-in-law."

Seeing his white-haired mother pleading bitterly, Yang Yi smiled and agreed to the marriage that he had been refusing before, and took the daughter of the village chief of the next village.

A year later, she gave birth to a big fat man.

"Call Auntie... Hurry up and call my aunt..."Yang Yue, who has grown from a girl to a big girl, teased the big fat man in Yang Yi's arms, and her parents laughed from ear to ear, sighing that my Yang family has a future.

Another ten years, Yang Wen, who had worked all his life, died, and Yang's mother was even more grief-stricken, fainting on the ground where Yang Wen was buried and never woke up.

......

"Big brother, this family also has my share, why can't the family property be divided into half of me?"

"You, you!" Yang Yue, who is already a mother of three children, is wearing a famous brand, and Yang Yi, who has gray hair and a lot of wrinkles on her face, yelled loudly.

"Why do you want to divide half of you, this is the family property that Lao Yang personally called, what kind of thing are you, a money-losing person who got married" The wife of the noble lady who usually wears heavy makeup also scolded loudly.

After seeing the quarrel between his wife and his sister, Yang Yi slowly got up and left.

"Boss, where are we going?" The driver said respectfully.

"Back to the Ancestral House"

....

Yang Yi, whose back was already rickety, stretched out his hand to push away the dusty ancestral house, turned around in the bedroom, and finally stood in front of the two lonely graves.

"The boss is going to go dark soon, and we... Why don't you go back? The driver's expression was a little frightened, this barren mountain and wilderness, the pestle was strange in front of the two lonely graves.

From the memories to the big ones, scenes flashed in front of me, the strength of my father, the control of my mother, and the girl who always liked to play with herself...

I don't know when, Yang Yi's eyes became moist, and two lines of cloudy tears fell down his old face.

"Boss...", the driver was a little caught off guard.

Ha ha... Hahaha....

Yang Chang laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, and to the chauffeur's horror, the white hair of the boss who had followed him for seven or eight years quickly turned black, and the wrinkles on his face suddenly disappeared.

"Break it, there is nothing worth my nostalgia in this world" Yang Yi, who was dressed in black robes, whispered indifferently, his eyes shining with golden light.