Chapter 1699

In the memories of the True Monarch of the Northern Underworld.

It seems that there is no spiritual weapon refining that can lead to cloud calamity.

No matter how strong the spiritual weapon is, after all, it still belongs to the ranks of "weapons".

Although the innate has been called a god realm by people, it is respected as an immortal by mortals.

But it's still far from a real immortal.

Jin Dan can be regarded as the first step to truly transform into an immortal.

And the spiritual weapon is only used by the innate strong, and when it reaches the Jindan realm, the spiritual weapon is unbearable, after all, the Jindan is strong, and the power can shatter the vacuum, which is far from being blocked by the spiritual weapon.

Therefore, the Jindan powerhouse generally uses magic weapons, otherwise it is better to be empty-handed.

And the spiritual weapon and the magic weapon are like the difference between the innate and the golden pill.

Congenital Jin Jindan, according to the memory of the True Monarch of the Northern Darkness, there will be a thunder tribulation, because mortals want to turn into immortals, and the way of heaven does not allow it, so the thunder tribulation is sent to kill it.

The way of heaven is ruthless, if you can't bear it, let you practice for hundreds of years, go through thousands of hardships, and you will be ashes.

Only by carrying it can you truly become an immortal.

The same is true for magic weapons.

If you want to turn everything into treasure, you must also endure the tribulation of thunder.

Could it be that he has refined a magic weapon?

Long Xiaoshan was a little shocked, this is impossible, the magic weapon can only be refined in the Jindan Realm, and he has never heard of the innate ability to refine the magic weapon, because the formation of the magic weapon does not rely on the prohibition of mere prohibition, but needs to be cultivated by the Jindan and integrated into the supernatural power.

Obviously, he didn't have that ability.

Could it be ......

Long Xiaoshan searched the memory of the True Monarch of the Northern Darkness exhaustively, and seemed to have finally found a little clue.

There are some anti-heaven spirit weapons.

Because at the beginning of its birth, the power was too great, comparable to a magic weapon, and it would also trigger a thunderstorm.

Could it be that the power of his spear is almost beyond that of a spiritual weapon?

As the brilliance continues to flicker. At this time, the clouds were rolling, the thunder was roaring, the coercion was becoming more and more terrifying, and Long Xiaoshan's refining had also reached a critical moment, and the dragon's spine and spear were fused together.

He no longer cares about the clouds above his head.

Now, the most important thing is to complete the refining.

After fusion.

The spirit of the golden thunder bamboo and the will of the dragon's spine are also competing with each other, refusing to bow their heads, to control the spear, at this moment, Long Xiaoshan spurted out a mouthful of essence blood, with his own powerful divine thoughts into the spear, absorbing the spirituality and will in it, a brilliance operated, the spear sent out a buzzing tremor, a transparent spirit was generated in the spear, the spirit was like a long dragon, the whole body was golden, roaring in the spear.

At the moment when the machine spirit was generated, a huge thunder roar came from high in the sky, and with a click, a purple thunderbolt fell from the sky and slashed on the spear, boom!

The spear trembled violently, and the machine spirit screamed, nearly collapsing.

Daring!

Long Xiaoshan's eyes widened, he had finally refined a new spirit weapon spear, and it was actually going to be destroyed by the Thunder Tribulation, how could he allow it?

What about the thunder tribulation, what if the way of heaven does not allow it, our generation of monks overcomes thorns and thorns, and they are going against the sky, how can they be afraid.

Pulling, the clouds rolled in the sky, and a thicker thunder light brewed. Swoop down.

Long Xiaoshan grabbed the spear, rushed into the sky, and blasted towards the thunder that fell from the sky, the true yuan was burning, and the spear bloomed with brilliant brilliance, boom!

The two sides collided together, the sky was suddenly flooded with blazing light, Long Xiaoshan's arms trembled violently, the thunder was very terrifying, the power of thunder and lightning surged into his hand through the spear, and even his powerful body felt paralyzed.

Break it for me!

Long Xiaoshan roared wildly, the great witch blood in his body was stimulated, dense ancient witch patterns appeared on his body, his eyes were gray, and the Silent Demon Pupil was full of ruthless coldness that destroyed everything.

Part of the power of the thunder tribulation that invaded the body was actually swallowed by the Silent Demon Pupil, thunder and lightning, although terrifying, but also contained the power of life, and it is rumored that at the beginning of the birth of all things, it was the creation of thunder and lightning.

Extinguish the Demon Pupil and devour life, so the power of life contained in the thunderstorm is also devoured.

Looking at the terrifying thunder surging in the sky, the third thunderstorm had already taken shape.

Long Xiaoshan jumped up, and actually rushed towards the clouds, boom! The third thunderbolt crashed down, and the thunder light as thick as an adult's thigh was far more terrifying than ordinary thunder and lightning.

Long Xiaoshan did not dodge or dodge.

The man and the gun were united, turning into a golden dragon, roaring and rushing out.

Bang!

The third thunderstorm shattered.

Long Xiaoshan and the spear were all bathed in tears and crackled.

His body trembled.

A large amount of thunder and lightning power was devoured by him.

The flesh and blood seemed to have been tempered by the baptism of thunder, shining with a diamond-like luster.

At the same time, although the spirit in the spirit spear has endured the thunderstorm, it also makes the spirit bloom brightly, as long as it endures it, it is reborn from the fire.

Long Xiaoshan's battle intent boiled.

didn't wait for the fourth thunderbolt to rush down, but it was against the sky.

Rushed directly into the clouds.

There were roaring thunder lights all around, and when he saw Long Xiaoshan rushing in, these thunder lights quickly condensed and bombarded over.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Long Xiaoshan waved his spear and collided with the thunderbolt.

One after another more and more terrifying thunder light hit him, and the whole body of Long Xiaoshan was covered with blood and fire, even the Demon Pupil of Silence has a limit, although it can absorb part of the life force in the thunder and lightning, but how terrible the thunder is, even if it absorbs some of it, it is still enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Long Xiaoshan has already urged the demon fetus, the true element, the magic power, and the battle of heaven and earth.

The fourth course!

The fifth!

Sixth course!

The thunderstorms are getting more and more terrifying.

Click!

When the seventh tribulation thunder fell, it was no longer purple, but contained purple, red, blue, and three-color thunder light.

The legendary tricolor thunder.

As soon as it hit Long Xiaoshan, poof!

He directly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his body was burning with thunder fire, and he was blasted out of the clouds by the three-color thunder.

The flesh and blood seemed to be completely disintegrated, the three-color thunder was too terrifying, every cell of Long Xiaoshan seemed to be penetrated by thunder and lightning, and the divine soul was also shaken under the thunderstorm, and the four divine wheels trembled violently.

"Hill!"

The women in the Dragon Palace had already been alarmed, and when they saw Long Xiaoshan entangled in thunder and fire, falling from the clouds, they all shouted out.

Just as Long Xiaoshan was about to fall to the ground.

Suddenly, a long howl rang out.

"My way is only self, the way of heaven cannot be grinded, and all things cannot be eliminated!

Rumble!

Long Xiaoshan's body rushed out with a force like rebirth, and his weakened aura swelled again, even stronger than just now, and the spirit weapon spear in his hand also emitted bursts of dragon groans, echoing him.

Long Xiaoshan stopped the trend of falling and rose to the sky, like an undefeated war spirit, Xingtian Dance was a relative, and his fierce ambition was always there.

Rumble!

The eighth thunderstorm hit, Long Xiaoshan roared, the spear penetrated, and it directly shattered the thunderstorm, nine is extremely numerous, at this time, only the last thunderstorm remains.

Long Xiaoshan's long hair danced, his body was full of light, holding a spear, a golden dragon surrounded the body of the spear, the dragon chanted, he looked up, looking at the vortex condensation in the clouds, more and more terrifying three-color thunder, like the eye of the thunder god, full of indifference and ruthlessness of the heavens.

Long Xiaoshan's whole body burst with light and flames, like a rebellious sage, rushing straight to Xiao Han, wanting to tear open the chaotic sky.

(End of chapter)