Bang!

In the sky above the tomb of the Hundred Battles Saint King, on the gloomy sky dome of the Falling God Ridge, a thunderclap suddenly sounded, and then the dark clouds with a radius of six thousand miles were connected, and the robbery was immeasurable, brewing the Great Destruction Divine Thunder.

The thick heavenly power shrouded a radius of six thousand miles.

Roar!

Different from Taicang Mountain, the primeval fierce beasts of Luoshenling all raised their heads and roared, and there was unyielding in their voices, as if they wanted to argue with God.

A figure shuttled through the Falling God Ridge.

He is a saint of Vientiane.

As soon as he said goodbye to Ye Hongchen, the Vientiane Saint sneaked into the Falling God Ridge alone, and he seemed to know the dangers of the Falling God Ridge in great detail, and there was no danger along the way.

Obviously, this is not the first time that the Vientiane saint has been here.

When he stepped into the Tianji Pavilion, Ye Xu knew that the Vientiane Saint had come to Luoshenling and could get out alive.

This time, the Vientiane Saint entered Luoshenling in order to kill Lu Fengming.

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"In the Falling God Ridge, there are people who are crossing the Saint Heavenly Tribulation?" The Vientiane Saint was amazed and muttered, "Which clan's master is this who has become holy?" ”

However, the Vientiane Saint was not too surprised.

As far as he knew, the ancient clan in Luoshenling was extremely powerful, even if it was a quasi-emperor.

This person's cloud robbery is only 6,000 miles, which is not as good as Ye Hongchen, so it can be seen that he is only a small role.

If Huang Lao knew the thoughts of the Vientiane Sage, he would probably cry.

Sanctification has been his lifelong pursuit.

"Still don't care."

The Vientiane Sage looked stunned and rubbed a blue jade pendant in his hand.

The top priority is to ask an external force to kill Lu Fengming.

Only by putting an end to the matter of the Southern Wilderness can he put his mind at ease and enter the Ten Thousand Worlds Sea to find Lin Qianmo.

The saint of Vientiane disappeared into darkness.

……

"The Apocalypse has arrived?"

Huang Lao's expression was awe-inspiring, he had seen the power of the saint's heavenly tribulation in Taicang Mountain, and his own heavenly tribulation was not as good as the saint in the Southern Wilderness, so there was not much problem in thinking about it.

Click!

The first Heavenly Tribulation slammed down.

The formation of the Tomb of the Hundred Battles Saint King was shattered, but the power of the Heavenly Tribulation was also greatly weakened, and Huang Lao easily took the first Great Destruction Divine Thunder.

This is followed by the second course.

Thundered!

Until the fourth divine thunder, Huang Lao's face changed.

The power of this Heavenly Tribulation was extremely terrifying, and before it fell, cracks appeared in the void like a spider's web, and a terrifying Heavenly Dao aura enveloped every place.

Sou!

The majestic divine power blended with the laws of the Heavenly Dao, turning into a shattering thunderbolt, leveling the tomb of the Hundred Battles Saint King in one fell swoop, leaving only the body of the Hundred Battles Saint King and the small Bodhi tree.

Huang Lao was fearless, and urged a holy spear with all his might, and the heroic soul battle intent accumulated in the sea of knowledge had changed at this moment.

Huang Lao is like a god of war possessed, with a monstrous fighting spirit and competing with the sky.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, the Hundred Battles Saint King beside him moved, and those eyes opened, as if the world was shattering, and the Heavenly Divine Axe let out a soft groan.

Sonorous!

The Hundred Battles Saint King's arm moved, and his armor splattered with dust and shiny.

Rumble!

The Hundred Battles Saint King died and his fighting spirit was not extinguished, and he was inspired by Huang Lao's fighting intent, he held the divine axe in his hand, stepped on the sky, and slashed at the Great Destruction Tribulation Thunder with an axe.

Bang bang!

An axe was slashed out, and the Hundred Battles Saint King split the Great Destruction Tribulation Thunder.

But at the same time, the Great Destruction Divine Thunder also struck the Hundred Battles Saint King, and the body of the Hundred Battles Saint King was destroyed inch by inch, and the armor was shattered inch by inch.

Only the will to fight is immortal.

A quarter of an hour later, the Great Destruction Tribulation Thunder was completely shattered by the Hundred Battles Saint King.

The Holy King, who had fought all his life, also fell.

The axe fell to the ground with a sonorous sound, and the divine light dimmed.

"This ......"

Huang Lao was stunned, the Hundred Battles Saint King actually recovered, blocking this heavenly thunder for him, and for a while, Huang Lao was surprised and sad.

The last trace of this holy king in the world has been completely erased.

"How can the old decay be ......" Huang Lao tears horizontally.

He knew that the reason why the Hundred Battles Saint King made a move was only because of his fighting intent, which affected the obsession of the Hundred Battles Saint King, so that this Saint King would also swing his axe at God after his death.

The more this is the case, the more sad Huang Lao becomes.

"Senior, your mantle will be inherited by me."

Huang Lao said in a deep voice: "After a hundred battles, my heart is still immortal, the horizontal sword is immediate, and the fighting spirit is soaring." ”

"Kill!"

Old Huang held the divine axe in his hand, and his battle intent was condensed on the divine axe, and he slashed an axe at God.

Rumble!

The six thousand miles of tribulation clouds condensed at this moment, turning into a Heart Demon Divine Sword and slashing into Huang Lao's Dao heart.

But just a few breaths later, the calamity of the heart demon was cracked by Huang Lao.

He took Bodhi seeds, and he was no longer afraid of demons.

The next moment.

The power of heaven and earth was empowered, and Huang Lao also fell into a crisis of transformation.

An hour.

Two hours.

After three days, Huang Lao walked out of the trap.

The clouds have dissipated.

He was already a true saint.

Huang Lao held the magic axe in his hand, and a mysterious skill appeared in his mind.

Hundred Battles!

The practice method of this exercise is extremely special, condensing the fighting spirit and cultivating the battle with war.

The stronger the fighting spirit, the stronger the strength.

Theoretically speaking, there is no limit to the Hundred Battles Divine Skill, and there is no limit to cultivation, even if it is an ordinary person, as long as the Dao Heart is tough enough, it can reach the point of extreme strength.

It's just that this Hundred Battles Divine Skill is only the cultivation method of the Saint King stage at the highest.

As for the Great Sage Realm, there is no record.

"This seems to be the method created by the Hundred Battles Saint King......" Huang Lao muttered.

"This trip is worth it."

Huang Lao looked excited.

Not only did he get a Saint King Divine Weapon, but he also got a Saint King-level mental method, and he even broke the demons in his heart in one fell swoop and cultivated to the realm of a saint.

Ye Xu, Ao Lie, and the Hundred Battles Saint King are all his great benefactors.

Especially Ye Xu, in Huang Lao's opinion, if there is no guidance from Ye Xu, he will have almost no possibility of becoming holy in his lifetime.

"Gotta leave as soon as possible."

Huang Lao's heart was awe-inspiring.

Collect the bones of the Hundred Battles Saint King and prepare to take them out of Luoshenling for burial.

Click!

When he walked out of the tomb of the Hundred Battles Saint King, due east, the sky dome changed abruptly, from gloomy to low, the clouds stirred the sky, and the heavenly aura was heavy.

"Huh?"

The corners of Huang Lao's eyes twitched, "In the Luoshen Ridge, there are still cultivators?" ”

"Looking at this posture, it seems that it is also going to cross the saint's catastrophe."

For Huang Lao, who has just survived the catastrophe, this posture is very familiar.

It is clearly a saint tribulation.

However, what puzzled Huang Lao was that in addition to him, there were cultivators who dared to enter the Falling God Ridge.

Are all the current cultivators so brave?

"No matter, let's go out first."

Huang Lao retracted his thoughts and prepared to leave Luoshenling.

Rumble!

There was another thunderous explosion.

Due east, another terrifying aura descended, and the second cloud of calamity began to brew.

But the two Heavenly Tribulations did not merge with each other, but were more like they were in different time and space.

But in Huang Lao's opinion, it is a place.

"What's going on? Someone wants to survive the saint tribulation? Huang Lao was shocked, isn't Luoshenling a place of great evil? Why can anyone come now?

You must know that the second palace master of the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, Ao Lie's second uncle, is a master of the Saint King Consummation, and he has lost his news after entering the Luoshen Ridge.

These two demi-saints, how dare they?

Could it be a senior?

Huang Lao suddenly thought of Ye Xu.

"Most of them are seniors." Huang Lao said in his heart.

Click!

The Third Saint Tribulation broke out.

“……”

Three saints, at the same time?

Old Huang looked strange.

"Senior, how many chances have you sold?"

And then.

When Huang Lao was shocked, the fourth, fifth, and sixth paths ......

A total of nine saint tribulations erupted in the sky above the Panwu Great Sage's mausoleum at the same time.

The Nine Saint Heavenly Tribulations, from the outside, seem to be superimposed, as if they are nine heavens.

Huang Lao was numb.

I can't help but want to curse.

Nine saints were created in the same place.

In these years, is the saint so worthless?