Cultivating the Immortal Realm.

Thunderclouds were everywhere, and the vast heaven and earth coercion swept across the entire continent, and layers of thunderclouds were shining with lightning, with the momentum of destroying everything, and the next moment it was about to fall on the mountain peaks below.

At the peak of Lingxiao Peak, a figure dressed in white like snow was sitting on top of the formation, and the aura around his body was surging, and several translucent virtual swords as high as a pavilion were forming multiple formations that were stacked on top of each other, surrounding him, protecting people from the airtight.

The cultivators of the entire Immortal Cultivation Realm, whether they were practicing, fighting, or retreating, all stopped one after another, looked at the method of Lingxiao Peak, and began to comprehend the Heavenly Machine. When the monk ascends, the power of heaven and earth is the strongest, if he can penetrate one or two, not to mention that the lifelong cultivation of the benefit will rise greatly, and even the future ascension will be too beneficial.

It's just that everyone didn't expect that after a hundred years, there would be a monk flying up from Lingxiao Peak. I heard that this Venerable Wuhua is still the same brother as the Venerable Wuguo who ascended a hundred years ago, and both of them are sword cultivators.

The last time the factions competed, he was only worthy of stepping into the god transformation stage, but he didn't expect to usher in the opportunity to ascend so soon, and even left behind some old men who had been in retreat for thousands of years.

People can't help but sigh, this Lingxiao Peak is really a bit perverted!

The coercion of heaven and earth above became stronger and stronger, until it accumulated to a certain extent, and a snow-white thunder light broke through the clouds, instantly illuminating the entire dim sky, and slashing straight towards the body of the person who should be robbed below.

With a loud bang, the layered formations were suddenly cut by two, but this only blocked fifty percent of the power of the thunder tribulation, and the remaining half was resisted by the person who responded to the robbery, and Wuhua used spiritual power to reduce the power of the thunder, so that it did not cause any impact, but frowned slightly.

This is only the first thunderstorm, and the next thunderstorm will only get heavier and heavier. Sure enough, there was no pause in the sky above, and one after another, a thicker and thicker thunderbolt fell with a bang, splitting the towering peaks into the ground.

In the first few ways, he could still block some with the formation magic weapon, but with the increase in the power of the Thunder Tribulation, the formation around him had all been shattered, and even the spirit sword around him was also split.

Wuhua can only rely on his own cultivation and spiritual power to resist, this is his own catastrophe, others can't help at all, if you succeed, you will become an immortal, and if you fail, you will die, there is no third choice. He had already prepared, and for him, the Heavenly Tribulation was just a part of what he had to pass through on his way to the Great Dao. But for some reason, there is no reason for panic today, as if something unexpected is about to happen.

Originally, he thought it was a thunderstorm, but now it seems that this is not the case, and he has absolute confidence that he can survive this thunderstorm.

I didn't have time to think about it, the thunder slashed down again, he had to calm down, the aura of his whole body rose sharply, covering the power of the thunder tribulation around his body, and as the thunder fell one after another, the aura around him became thinner and thinner. It wasn't until the eightieth thunderbolt fell that those aura defenses clanged and were completely dispersed.

The sky suddenly paused, as if something was brewing, and Wuhua knew that it was the last and most powerful of the Ninety-Nine Flying Tribulation Thunder. The rumbling above was louder, and a bright light appeared between the clouds, as if something was expanding, illuminating all around. It was as if even the heavy dark clouds could no longer wrap it, and the last thunderbolt broke through the clouds, volleying down with the coercion of destroying the world.

Wuhua took a deep breath, and instead of dodging, he volleyed into the air to meet the dazzling thunder. The whole person disappeared into the snow-white. The thunder pressure in the sky carried the power of heaven and earth as if it was about to tear him apart, and he mobilized the aura of his whole body, condensed the strongest sword, and slashed it with all his might.

Seeing that he was about to cut off the last thunderbolt, suddenly the concentric seal on his forehead was inexplicably activated, and a familiar voice came from his ears, with a flustered tone that he had heard countless times-

"Senior brother, help, ahh!!h

Wuhua froze, he didn't have time to think at all, and the next moment the red light on his forehead was bright, and the teleportation function attached to the concentric seal was activated at the same time, and the whole figure flashed and disappeared into the air in an instant.

The next moment, there was a sudden darkness in front of him, and the sky that was originally illuminated by the thunder disappeared, and the coercion of heaven and earth disappeared without a trace. What's more, a large area of demonic energy was rushing towards him, and there was a face full of demonic patterns in the middle, with a square mark, so ugly that he couldn't look at it directly......

What the hell?!

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Almost reflexively, Wu Hua used his aura, summoned his weapon and slashed towards the ugly thing on the opposite side. Unexpectedly, the ugly thing was not split in half by his sword, but a loud "clang" sounded in his ears.

The ugly thing fell to the ground as if it had been hit hard, and all the demonic energy on its body was scattered, not to mention, and it gnawed a mouthful of mud when it was dying.

Without the shield of demonic energy, he could see clearly that there was a maple forest around him.

Before he could think about it, there was a familiar weight on his feet.

"Senior brother!" Guo Jing looked incredulous, looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and the familiar frying pan in the other party's hand, and hugged the other party's thigh without hesitation, "How did you come through, great!"

Wuhua reflexively wanted to kick it, but when he looked down, he saw an unfamiliar face, and he was stunned for a moment, and said with some inexplicability, "Girl...... But you and I didn't know the wrong person?"

"Impossible!" Guo Jing shook his head with affirmation, stood up suddenly, pointed to the weapon in his hand and said, "I will use a frying pan as a weapon, and there will be no one else except senior brother!"

...... "Your sister's weapon, didn't he use up the magic weapon when he ascended to the Thunder Tribulation, and he only had such a pot, and he took it out easily! Besides, he didn't use this pot for more than a hundred years, and he only used it to ...... before.

Wait a minute!

He turned his head sharply, glanced up and down at the woman in front of him, and even swept it with his divine sense in disbelief, and said tentatively after a while, "...... Turnip?"

"Hey!" Guo Jing reflexively responded, then remembered something, and immediately explained, "Groove, I forgot that my appearance has changed." Senior brother, it's me, I'm me, I'm a turnip, I'll explain the reason to you later!"

"You ......" Wuhua's brows instantly wrinkled into bitter gourds, and he glanced her up and down several times with shaking hands, and finally sighed, and said with a sad face, "You really still embarked on this road......!" I was so disappointed. "I owe him hundreds of years of persuasion, but I didn't expect it to fall short.

"No......" Guo Jing twitched the corners of his mouth and explained, "I told you a long time ago, I was originally ...... Alas, forget it, I'll tell you more about it later. Senior brother, let's get out of here quickly, the police will be here in a moment. I can't walk with weak legs, you can help me! Go back to me first, this world is very problematic, I really didn't expect the concentric seal to pull you over. ”

"This world?" Wu Hua was about to hold her hand for a moment, her eyes lit up, "You mean...... This is no longer the realm of cultivating immortals?"

"Yes!" she nodded, motioning for him to look at the tall buildings in the distance, and holding his hand and standing up straight, isn't it obvious? ”

"So......" Wuhua's face became even darker, as black as the pot in his hand, "This is not the fairy world?"

"That's absolutely not it!" Guo Jing didn't notice it at all, and nodded honestly.

"In other words......" His palms clenched into fists, and the anger in his whole body expanded infinitely, burning his whole body to tremble, "You activated the concentric seal the moment before my ascension, and pulled me to such a place—absolute, spirit, and earth!"

"Uh......" Guo Jing finally found out that something was wrong with him,, it turned out that he was just ascending?

"You're really mine—good, teacher, brother!"

"Division...... Senior brother, calm down, I can explain this. ”

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Wuhua's eyes turned cold, and he suddenly retracted the hand that was holding her, the anger in his whole body was gone, and the whole person seemed to be burning to the end, although he couldn't see the sparks, but the next moment he would immediately explode like a cannonball. Suddenly turned his back to Guo Jing, who was choking and unsteady, and clenched his fists in front of the sky, opening his mouth word by word.

"Master, please forgive the apprentice for being unfilial, today you must, must, clean, reason, door, household!" After speaking, he raised the pan in his hand again!

"No, senior brother, listen to my explanation......"

"Wu Xiaoguo - you're dead!"

“...... Ya Kill Butterfly!"

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