The surface of the lake was blown up layer by layer, pouring high into the sky for nearly 100 meters, and it seemed to stand still in the air for a moment, and then it smashed down.

The white-robed young man stood still in the waves, his body was full of aura and sword intent.

It's just that the spirit sword in his hand, which is not very precious, is now shattered from the tip of the sword, and then spreads to the sword body and cracks.

This is already the third heavenly thunder.

At the beginning, the first heavenly thunder fell, and Ye Wuwu barely had time to react at that time, only instinctively resisted.

The results surprised him a bit.

The spiritual power in his body was extremely flexible, and with a single thought, his entire body was firmly wrapped in it.

Moreover, both the quality and quantity are very different from before.

If it is said that once built one's own foundation, the spiritual power was just a trickle between the mountains and fields, then now one's spiritual power is like the water of a great river coming up from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning.

Ye Wuwu didn't think that his former foundation building realm was so bad, he could only say that it was not perfect.

Now that I am in the realm of building a foundation, is it really a foundation building?

The Tribulation didn't give him time to think carefully, just continued to slash the thunderbolts.

The fourth course.

The fifth course.

Sixth ......

Although the blade of the sword in his hand had been shattered, Ye Wuwu's body was like a sharp sword blade at the moment, and one after another thunder dissipated under the tip of the sword.

Ye Wuwu's eyes revealed a hint of brilliance.

Is the Tribulation too weak?

Or are you too strong?

Although it is a heavenly tribulation, if there is really a great monk to take a closer look, it is not difficult to find that this heavenly tribulation is only ferocious to look at, but in fact the intensity is not high.

The intensity of the catastrophe is determined according to the person who should be robbed.

Heaven is good for life, so leave a trace of vitality for the world.

As for the thunder tribulation that Ye Wuwu is facing now, if an old fox like Yuan Ying comes here, it should be easy to break it.

This kind of strength is completely impossible to threaten the Yuan Ying or the powerhouses of the Transformation God Realm.

It seems that there is some meaning that the thunder is loud and the rain is small.

But in fact, if Ye Wuwu really called the old fox to help him meet the Heavenly Tribulation together, the power of this Heavenly Tribulation would increase by more than a few strengths.

With a roar, the seventh heavenly tribulation fell in response, as thick as a century-old tree.

Ye Wuwu stepped on his tiptoes and got up to meet him.

But this time he chose to take the initiative and wanted to smash this thunder.

But the catastrophe does not allow people to provoke.

Ye Wuwu was brutally knocked down from mid-air to the surface of the lake and smashed into the bottom of the lake.

The intensity of this thunderbolt far exceeded the previous six, and Ye Wuwu was caught off guard for a while.

The spiritual power that originally swam around the whole body and formed a firm defense outside the body was mostly dispersed at this moment, and at the shoulder, there was a craggy wound that could be seen deep into the bone.

For the first time, Thunder penetrated Ye Wuwu's defenses.

The spiritual platform vibrated slightly, and in silence, the fifth petal slowly exuded brilliance.

A sense of spiritual power sucking up came again.

Ye Wuwu's expression suddenly changed.

The spiritual power in his body that was originally mobilized by him with all his strength to resist the thunder tribulation was being frantically extracted by the fifth petal at this moment.

Stop it.

Stop it!

"Stop for Lao Tzu!"

Ye Wuwu almost roared.

But the absorption rate in the body has not weakened in the slightest.

Ye Wuwu's eyes showed deep unwillingness.

He was not afraid of the horror of the Heavenly Tribulation, nor did he regret that this thunder surpassed the previous six paths, and he was careless again.

But he couldn't accept it, the petals on the foundation building spirit platform in his body suddenly intervened horizontally at this time, and began to frantically absorb his own spiritual power.

The spiritual power in the body is no longer under his control.

He was not reconciled.

In the sky, thunder is slowly condensing.

The eighth thunderbolt smashed down at this moment.

The waves on the surface of the lake gradually subsided, and the thunderclouds condensed in the sky slowly dispersed, and the aura in the sky that had fluctuated continuously because of the thunderstorm gradually fell silent at this moment.

All was at peace.

Only in the cave deep at the bottom of the lake, there was a long sigh.

"Did you fail, perhaps, I overestimated him."

"The nineteen-day tribulation, it is better to say that it is a catastrophe, but it is better to say that it is a chance......"

"It's just this, this kid didn't understand it thoroughly."

……

[Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, heroes, please start over]

Ye Wuwu woke up suddenly, and then, he couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He died.

He was alive again.

Yuan Ying stood silently aside, and when he saw Ye Wuwu's suddenly frightened appearance, he frowned, and there were some doubts in his heart.

He just wanted to speak, but then his face changed, and then his body retreated frantically.

"Boy, you're crazy, what kind of foundation are you, you just want to die yourself, why do you want to bring your Highness my clan!"

Ye Wuwu ignored the other party.

He just looked at the surface of the lake with a gloomy expression and was silent.

He had just died in the Eighth Heavenly Tribulation.

How many Dao Dao remained, Ye Wuwu didn't know, but he shouldn't stop at the Eighth Dao.

His divine sense swept over the spiritual platform in his body, and the fifth petal was still just an illusory shadow, and there was no movement at the moment.

But Ye Wuwu knew that in a few moments, this fifth petal would become his own talisman.

When the petals began to absorb spiritual power, they couldn't draw the rest of their spiritual power to block the heavenly tribulation.

But if everything really develops like this, then isn't it certain that you will die?

Ye Wuwu shook his head.

There will never be despair, there will always be hope.

There will be a silver lining.

Why did the fifth petal suddenly move when he crossed the tribulation?

Figuring this out, Ye Wuwu felt that he could only live.

His mind was racing rapidly at this moment, starting from being knocked down by the middle-aged scribe with a palm, and scenes flashed quickly in Ye Wuwu's mind.

Building the foundation, petals, calamity......

The catastrophe had not yet fallen, and Ye Wuwu knew in his heart that he had not yet gone up and shouted that provocative word to the thundercloud.

A vague conjecture surfaced in Ye Wuwu's mind.

There was a hint of fortitude on his face, and then he jumped and walked towards the lake.

Give it a try, it's come this far, it's a big deal to start all over again.

Ye Wuwu's figure stood on the surface of the lake, looking up at the sky.

The spiritual power around the body flowed, but it was slightly different from before.

The spiritual power is flowing for three thousand zhang, but Ye Wuwu only protects his important heart veins, and as for the body, it is all exposed, without spiritual power coverage.

Unguarded.

At the bottom of the lake, the middle-aged scribe's eyes narrowed slightly.

"How did this kid know the true use of this Heavenly Tribulation?"

"But that's too bold to do that."

Ye Wuwu didn't know all this.

In his eyes, there was only the red thunder and lightning at this moment.

Thundered.

The first heavenly tribulation fell in response to the sound, and smashed on Ye Wuwu's body.