The black clouds in the sky slowly twisted, gradually condensing into a cloud vortex, thunder roaring, and electric light flowing.

The rickety old man just stood quietly, and in the midst of the spiritual power around his body, there were countless sage words around him. This Confucian master of the previous generation rose up with a heroic and righteous spirit, and the sound of reading was clearly audible.

Thunderclouds entrenched in the sky, and after a burst of explosions, thick thunderbolts thunderclapped down.

The old man just raised his hand, and the golden words floating around him rushed into the air, crashing towards the thunder that fell down.

The golden words collided with the thunder light, and the golden words shattered, but there was a steady stream of words that continued to be replenished, and pieces of words continued to dissolve with the thunder falling from the sky. Three heavenly thunderbolts fell on the text network one after another, but they were never able to break through.

Zhuang Fuzi changed the image of a lewd old man in the past, and his treasure was solemn.

A purple streamer flew from the sky in the distance, piercing through the sea of clouds and landing beside Master Zhuang.

Master Zhuang stretched out his hand to hold the Confucian Forbidden Supreme Treasure Haoran pen, and his face was full of reminiscence: "Old man, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Congratulations to Mr. for surviving the thunderstorm and becoming a celestial. ”

As the Confucian treasure was held into the hands of Master Zhuang, a strong voice came from the Nine Heavens Clouds. It was Meng Haoran, a contemporary Confucian master, who sensed the aura of Zhuang Zhou's catastrophe, and sent Haoran's pen to his side thousands of miles away, helping him survive the catastrophe with the divine forbidden treasure.

Master Zhuang smiled slightly, and threw the Haoran pen in his hand into the air.

Hundreds of prohibitions were activated, and the divine and solemn golden light spread out in all directions. The forbidden forces crisscrossed and weaved into a curtain of light to resist the thunderstorm.

This Confucian master was already in the realm of land immortals as early as a thousand years ago, cultivated to the peak of earth immortals five hundred years ago, and reached the realm of perfection three hundred years ago, and has not been able to advance an inch since then.

But for more than 500 years, the old master has never been able to take this step and become a celestial. The Master has already read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, and his heart is full of truths. The reason why he was never able to take the last step was that there was always a small flaw in the Master's heart. And that hole, the size of a pinhole, made him haunt him all the time.

The earth immortals are among the heavenly beings, in fact, there is only one, and that is the way that has been proven.

If the heart is flawed, and the Dao heart cannot be consummated, how can it lead to the resonance of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Previously, in Xijian Town, when the master left, the old blind man showed him the way and asked him to go to Kunlun Island. It was the old blind man who calculated the opportunity to make up for the master's state of mind and make his Dao heart round and wishful is on Kunlun Island in Qixia Prefecture.

Sure enough, when this sloppy old man, who had been idle in the Void Spirit Realm and annoyed the monks on the mountain like flies and dogs, he was annoyed for hundreds of years, and finally met a young man on the seashore of Kunlun Island one day.

When the old man silently looked behind him at the young man who was diligently writing and practicing calligraphy on the reef with a wooden branch dipped in seawater, it seemed that the figure of another scholar in a high-crowned robe slowly coincided with the back of the young man. The old man laughed silently for a while, but tears rained down again.

He finally saw his disciple who died tragically a thousand years ago, the scholar who had a better chance of becoming a Confucian master than Meng Haoran.

Zhuang Zhou quietly watched the young man who was not only building a foundation and cultivating a foundation, using a branch as a pen to write a heart Chinese chapter.

Unconsciously, the Master's Dao heart was finally completed, round as one, and there was no more dirt.

This Zhuangfuzi, who was once known as the ancient and the modern, and the article morality of 3,000 stones, broke the barrier in an instant and stepped into the threshold of heaven and man.

Now, the old master is about to survive the catastrophe on Kunlun Island and completely step into the realm of heaven and man.

This Heavenly Tribulation is also known as the Thirty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, with a total of twenty-seven Tribulation Thunder, which is twice as many as the Nine Thunder Tribulations that descend from the land immortals. The era of the Five Emperors has been more than 10,000 years, and under these 39 Heavenly Tribulations, the peak immortals who have died are no less than two hands.

Zhuo Yuming's master, Qi Lianshan, at that time, with the Emperor of the People's Emperor to the Baoshan River Seal and the entire Yunshang City's Protector Sect Array, was still destroyed under the 39 Heavenly Tribulation, a peak earth immortal, and he didn't even have the opportunity to reincarnate in the army.

In the blink of an eye, the first wave of nine heavenly thunders fell, and they were all resisted by Haoran's pen, and the old master was unharmed, and even his spiritual power was not consumed.

After all, it is hundreds of years of accumulation, and his spiritual power accumulation far exceeds that of ordinary peak earth immortals, and now that the Dao heart is complete, once the carp jumps into the dragon gate, it is naturally extraordinary.

After a few breaths, after a short gap, a thunderbolt that was far thicker and more violent than before fell from the sky.

The old master shook his shoulders suddenly, and an illusory figure a hundred feet high pulled up from him, and the huge magic image broke through the clouds, directly catching the heavenly thunder with his bare hands. The golden light emitted by Haoran's pen also skyrocketed, projecting out from the pen, covering the huge magic image all over his body. Under the shroud of golden light, the phantom of the law elephant is like a golden armor god man, and the nine heavens are thunderous.

As thunder roared one after another, the dazzling thunder light illuminated the originally gloomy sky as bright as day.

The magic elephant bathed in golden light was already shattered in the raging thunder. When the last thunderbolt fell, the huge magic image was instantly destroyed and dissipated. And the Haoran pen suspended in the air suddenly pointed upward, like a flying sword, rushing straight towards the thunder.

In the loud bang, the thunder dissipated, and the originally golden Haoran pen also dimmed a little.

The second wave of catastrophe was still firmly taken by the old master.

Only this time, it wasn't so easy. The natal law was defeated by the thunderstorm, and the spiritual power in the old master's body was pulled by the qi at this time, and it was already overturned. Although he was not injured, he was really uncomfortable. And the Divine Forbidden Supreme Treasure Haoran Pen hit the last thunderbolt, and it was also slightly damaged at this time. Although it will not fall in rank because of this, it also needs to be slowly warmed with the spirit of Confucianism to recover as before.

Soon, the black cloud vortex condensed again, and the third wave of thunder tribulation was ready to start.

This last calamity is the most terrifying, the so-called hundred people are half ninety, and most of the earth immortals are dead under this last calamity.

Because the last thunder tribulation is nine thunders falling together.

The old man straightened his back, put his hands behind his back, and looked to the west.

That gaze seemed to cross the vast sea, through thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally fell on the whole world.

"My generation of scholars has only one wish. ”

"I am willing to establish a heart for heaven and earth, a life for the people, a continuation of learning for the saints, and peace for all generations. ”

The old man's voice was not loud, even a little low. It's not impassioned, it's just plain and calm. But at this moment, the old master's words reverberated in heaven and earth, and they lasted for a long time.

At this moment, it seems that all the ancient sages and secular calligraphers in heaven and earth, every ordinary or illustrious scholar, are at the same time in harmony with the Master.

"A little heroic spirit, a thousand miles of fast wind. ”

The purest scholar in the world laughed and rushed into the sky, heading towards the thirty-nine heavenly tribulations that fell all over the world and seemed to destroy the world.