Ye Wuwu rubbed his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, it was a dull scarlet.

Blood flowed, staining his eyes red, and Ye Wuwu's body was in tatters at the moment.

But his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

The aura around his body condensed, and then a vortex of aura came out of Ye Wuwu's body.

The fifth petal is slowly blooming at this moment.

Bet right.

Ye Wuwu's heart was clear at the moment.

At the time of the first tribulation, Ye Wuwu noticed that the intensity of this first thunder tribulation was not high.

Although he didn't know what the level of his current physical body was, as far as Fang Cai's experience was concerned, the first Heavenly Tribulation had almost no effect on his body's protective spiritual power.

So Ye Wuwu wanted to try his conjecture.

The seventh thunder tribulation descended into the world, and its power was several times stronger than the previous six thunder tribulations.

His own spiritual power barrier was broken in an instant, but after all, he was lucky and his injuries were not fatal.

But it was then that the fifth petal slowly bloomed.

Everything has a cause.

This catastrophe is caused by building a foundation by oneself, so there must be a glimmer of life.

Blindly resisting the catastrophe seems to have been wrong from the beginning.

Crossing the Tribulation, if he now takes a treasure comparable to the realm of the Transformation God and easily blocks this catastrophe, what is the point.

The spiritual power vortex in Ye Wuwu's body became more and more powerful, and the aura around him became more and more chaotic, but his momentum became more and more fierce.

He looked up at the second thunderstorm that was about to fall.

He wants to rise to the calamity, and use the heavenly calamity to make the fifth petal in his body bloom.

Isn't it just spiritual power?

Is the spiritual power in the Heavenly Tribulation enough?

"Don't let me down."

Ye Wuwu lowered his head and muttered to himself.

The second heavenly tribulation smashed down on his body at this moment.

Ye Wuwu's whole person stumbled slightly, and he was almost about to fall into the lake.

On the empty Moon Lake, a man's hearty laughter suddenly sounded.

Ye Wuwu stood up straight, and this time, the spiritual power finally wrapped his body.

The Third Tribulation.

The fourth course.

Rumble!

Above the spiritual platform in the body, the degree of condensation of the fifth petal increased at a rate that was almost visible to the naked eye.

The Heavenly Tribulation descended the Tribulation Thunder, although it was a Heavenly Thunder, but it contained a large amount of spiritual power.

Perhaps, there are some things other than spiritual power, but these are some that Ye Wuwu doesn't care about at the moment, and he can't find out.

He only knew that when the heavenly thunder fell, a considerable part of the spiritual power in it was extracted by the spiritual energy vortex around him, and then merged into the petals of his spiritual platform.

The Seventh Heavenly Tribulation.

The seventh Heavenly Tribulation, which was more than twice as powerful as the previous six realms.

This time, Ye Wuwu's expression was full of seriousness.

The spiritual power traveled all over the body, and the petals on the spiritual platform shone brightly.

The difference is that in the previous experience, there were only four petals on the altar.

And this time, there are five petals.

Thundered.

The thunder was heard thousands of miles away.

The water of Moon Lake was blasted open by the thunder force and a deep hole was opened, and the water could not flow. The water of the lake swelled nearly a hundred feet, surging straight into the sky, obscuring the sun and the moon.

It was obviously just a lake of spring water, but at this moment, it was like a tsunami, the waves were surging in the air, frozen for a moment, and then smashed down.

The surface of the lake is sparkling, and the dripping lake water is jumping endlessly, like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate.

When the tide receded, under the moonlight, a figure still stood on the surface of the lake.

Ye Wuwu's face was a little pale at the moment, his breathing was much heavier, and he was panting slightly.

But in his eyes, there was a sudden burst of sharp light, and if there was a monk here, it was no exaggeration to say that he didn't even dare to look at him.

Ye Wuwu, he couldn't see it.

In his eyes, there seemed to be a faint surge of thunder.

The seventh heavenly tribulation, he carried it down.

and there is no damage to himself.

The fifth petal has condensed most of it at this moment, and only the last few points are left.

"Like, it's a little stronger than before."

Ye Wuwu muttered to himself.

No matter how slow he was, he had already noticed that he was different from before.

This kind of powerful thunderstorm is something that the foundation building monks can withstand?

Even if he used to be in the late stage of foundation building, Ye Wuwu estimated that he would survive the first six realms if he fought hard, and he would have to be bruised all over his body.

This seventh way, if you touch it, you will die.

Thinking is only in an instant, the thunderclouds in the sky gather, and the little red light condenses, but in the blink of an eye, the eighth heavenly tribulation is about to fall.

Ye Wuwu took a deep breath.

The previous self died and disappeared under this eighth heavenly tribulation.

The taste of death is very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable.

In the face of this eighth heavenly tribulation, Ye Wuwu didn't have any other thoughts in his mind at the moment.

Can't die.

He has just gotten rid of Dugu Xuan's control, really embarked on the path of cultivation, and lived the life he once wanted to have.

How can you want to fall here, how can you want to repeat the mistakes of the past again.

Ye Wuwu's eyes became extremely firm in an instant.

A sharp sword intent that ordinary people could not perceive came out of Ye Wuwu's body.

The lake under Ye Wuwu's feet rippled at this moment, and a few splashes appeared on the surface of the lake from time to time, as if a long sword had gently slashed through.

He has been cultivating for 15 years and has practiced swords for more than 5,000 days.

In all fairness, Ye Wuwu's swordsmanship was not very outstanding compared to his junior sister Lu Caiwei.

In the past, it can be said that the sword intent and kendo swordsmanship are inferior.

But now......

Actually, it's still not as good.

But on the road of sword intent, Ye Wuwu faintly comprehended a little bit and walked out of his own path.

A crimson thunderstorm descended from the sky and smashed down to the world.

There is a bright sword intent emerging from the world and rushing straight up.

The roar could not be stopped for a long time.

The spring water of the lake is like being evaporated at this moment, and the water level suddenly drops by several meters, and the shallow surface of the lake can be crystal clear.

Beside the lake, the dense woods of the past were gone, and only the scorched earth and countless lightning strikes remained.

Above the lake, it was empty at the moment.

In the sky, thunder roared, as if mocking.

But immediately, a figure crawled out of the water, supported the lake with both hands, and slowly stood up straight.

It's a leaf worry-free.

Even though he was soaked in blood at the moment, his long flowing hair was no longer there, and his skin was full of burnt skin under his ragged clothes.

But he was laughing.

The fifth petal, at this moment, is dazzling, far better than the previous four.

Cohesion succeeded?

No, it's a little bit short.

Only the last trace is missing.

Ye Wuwu, who was not white except for the whites of his eyes and teeth, raised his head at this moment and looked at the thundercloud that suddenly fell silent.

"There's one more."

He could see that there were not many thunderclouds left in the sky at the moment.

At this moment, all the remaining thunder power is converging towards the center.

Nine Heavenly Tribulations?

As long as this tribulation is taken, everything is over.

Ye Wuwu stood quietly on the surface of the lake at this moment, waiting for the arrival of the Ninth Heavenly Tribulation.

I don't know if the consumption of the first eight realms is too great, this remaining thunder power, Ye Wuwu doesn't seem to be able to pose any threat to himself.

Ye Wuwu rubbed his eyes.

In the thunderclouds, a purple light suddenly flashed.