When Yu Jiangang arrived at the back mountain, he looked at the courtyard close at hand and stopped.

Rumble!

Suddenly, a huge and incomparable thunderbolt, following the guidance of the previous golden light, smashed down into the courtyard!

"Tianyi!"

Yu Jiangang couldn't help but almost exclaimed, and suddenly reacted, for fear of disturbing the one who was crossing the robbery inside, he stretched out his hand and covered his mouth.

The thunder fell in the courtyard, and the surrounding walls were scattered in an instant, revealing the pool of water, the pond full of lotus flowers, and the white-haired Taoist priest sitting cross-legged and pinching the three mountain tips.

After all, the white-haired Taoist priest has cultivated to Tongtian, and this first heavenly tribulation does not seem to have caused much damage to him, hearing the movement behind him, he turned his head and nodded lightly at Yu Jiangang, and said with a smile: "It's here." ”

Yu Jiangang looked at the white-haired Taoist priest's indifferent expression, and for no reason, a burst of anger surged, and he shouted: "Why do you want to soar at this moment!"

The white-haired Taoist priest shook his head lightly, and said indifferently: "I have lived for a hundred years, and this body bone can't resist for a few days, if I don't soar at this time...... I'm afraid it's useless. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of thunder, and there seemed to be an existence in the sky, which was aroused by the white-haired Taoist priest's understatement of resisting the first heavenly tribulation.

In the rolling clouds, endless electric light is brewing, as if the next moment, it will crash down on the top of this Taiheng Mountain.

In Taiheng Mountain, countless disciples who were practicing, looking up at this apocalyptic scene, did not know that there were seniors in the door who were crossing the tribulation, they all stopped their movements, pinched the Taoist trick and sat cross-legged, silently praying for this predecessor of the tribulation.

"Shizun has found a way to crack the yang hexagram, and he will only be able to ascend to the immortal realm next year, and at that time, you will fly with him, and he will help you, why is it so!"

Yu Jiangang's roar seemed a little small in the heavy thunder, but the white-haired Taoist priest finally heard it, he shook his head with a smile, and said, "In that case, although my life is safe, I can't benefit the younger disciples." After all, I have been the head of Taiheng Mountain for decades, and I can't rely on the blessing of Uncle Taishi in everything, I have to do something for the younger generations, don't you say. ”

Yu Jiangang had tears in his eyes, staring at the junior in front of him, who was also a father, a brother, a teacher and a friend, and kept shaking his head.

Rumble!

The dazzling white light tore through the sky, slashed down angrily, and smashed on the white-haired Taoist priest.

The white-haired Taoist priest still pinched the Taoist trick in his hand, sat cross-legged, and carried another thunderbolt.

But this thunder seemed to be much stronger than the previous one, not only was the land around the white-haired Taoist priest overturned, but even the small courtyard that had stood for an unknown number of years was turned into dust.

In the dust, the white-haired Taoist priest couldn't stop shaking his body, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.

The strange thing is that the spring water and the lotus flowers in the pond are as if they are in another world, and they are still delicate.

Yu Jiangang's gaze was finally attracted by the golden lotus in the pond, and gradually moved away from the white-haired Taoist priest, and suddenly saw the eighth golden lotus that was half in full bloom, and couldn't help but be shocked.

This lotus flower is blooming a little fast.

The existence above the sky did not give the white-haired Taoist priest much time to breathe, and the third heavenly thunder was about to come.

The white-haired Taoist priest finally stood up, looked up at the sky, waved the dust in his hand, and said with a light smile: "Come!"

The golden light that reached into the sky suddenly became a little thicker.

In the dark clouds above the dome, the thunder and lightning surged like dragons, and suddenly, countless thunder dragons gathered together, forming a thunder that was several times thicker than the previous two combined, and with the momentum of annihilation, it was overwhelmingly blasted towards the white-haired Taoist!

Seeing this, the white-haired Taoist priest looked dazed, he never thought that this third heavenly tribulation would be so huge, but the matter of crossing the tribulation was like an arrow from the string, and there was no turning back.

I saw him raise the spotless dust in his hand, pointed obliquely at the sky, and laughed at the catastrophe!

Rumble!

Yu Jiangang, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but squint, it was really too dazzling that even he, who was about to enter the realm of the grandmaster, was so shaken that he couldn't open his eyes.

Time, I don't know how long it took, when Yu Jiangang opened his eyes again, what he saw was a mess, and the white-haired Taoist priest was gone, leaving only a pit several zhang deep, and the cracks that collapsed around it spread in all directions like spider webs.

The cracks bypassed the clear spring, and the lotus flowers in the pond were still swaying in the wind.

Yu Jiangang hurried two steps and walked to the edge of the deep pit, the Taoist robe on the white-haired Taoist priest was already full of sores, compared to his appearance, it was even more embarrassing, and the floating dust in his hand was also scorched black under the bombardment of thunder, and the drooping whiskers that were originally as white as snow were curled and scorched yellow.

But he was still standing, tall as a pine.

Above the sky, the roar of thunder resounded in the sky.

The golden thunder surging in the rolling dark clouds, I don't know when, gradually changed color.

Under the purple lightning in the sky, the top of Taiheng Mountain is purple, and many dead trees in the mountain gradually poke out tender green.

The heavens seemed to notice that the people below were hit three times in a row, and they were still standing, and they were already really angry.

This fourth heavenly thunder, this heavenly thunder wrapped in boundless purple qi, is called the Zixiao Thunder Tribulation, and when it is encountered, it is a blessing and a calamity for the monks.

There is already a number of luck in heaven and earth, and after the three human emperors divided nine parts, there is only one left in the world, but this luck is also ethereal and difficult to find.

Only this Zixiao Thunder Tribulation can carry a trace of luck from the Nine Heavens, no matter whether the person who crosses the tribulation succeeds or fails, the place of the tribulation is finally contaminated with a trace of heaven and earth luck.

This is the case with the so-called blessing of the afterlife.

More than ten years ago, the second son of King Yong of the Northern Zhou Dynasty came to the world, carrying a trace of heaven and earth luck, and divided most of the remaining rare luck in the world.

For the sake of the younger disciples, the white-haired Taoist priest took risks alone, causing the Zixiao Thunder Tribulation, after all, he left a trace of vitality for Taiheng Mountain, as for whether he could survive the Tribulation safely - throughout the ages, those who resisted the Zixiao Thunder Tribulation, no!

But the white-haired Taoist priest has nothing but the scorched black floating dust, and in the face of this brilliant heavenly might, I am afraid that he will not be able to avoid this encounter.

"You already knew that this thunder tribulation would be unpredictable!

Yu Jiangang seemed to have seen the fate of the white-haired Taoist priest's death, roared unwillingly, his heart was ruthless, regardless of his own lack of realm, he took a step forward, and the bald dust in his hand was stirred up again, like a peerless sword, cold and cold.

The white-haired Taoist priest noticed the movement behind him, turned around slowly, shook his head lightly at him, and said with a faint smile: "You know, this is my calamity, you can't help it...... Hehe, as expected! God really favored me Taiheng Mountain, this fourth thunder tribulation, attracting purple qi to the east, no matter whether I can survive the present day or not, in the future, the disciple will soar, after all, it will be easier, not in vain I am in charge of Taiheng Mountain, and I can be regarded as worthy of the first teacher. ”

After saying that, the white-haired Taoist priest put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes and waited, as if resigned to his fate.

Those who cultivate the Tao are originally going against the sky, and this time they can seek the road to heaven for future generations, so that they can put life and death out of the way.

The purple thunder in the confused sky seemed to have waited too long, and gradually lost its temperament, and separated a small electric snake, which floated silently towards the white-haired Taoist priest.

Although the purple electric snake is small, the destructive power it carries is indeed even more terrifying than the thick and incomparable golden thunder before!

Yu Jiangang knew at this moment that the white-haired Taoist priest had already sprouted the will of life and death, and he just wanted to save a trace of luck for Taiheng Mountain, and whether this tribulation was successful or not must not be in his consideration.

If he wants to watch the white-haired Taoist priest die in front of his eyes, how can he endure it!

Tightening the dust sword in his hand, Yu Jiangang took a step forward despite the dissuasion.

But just this step away, like the end of the world, no matter how he moves, he can't step into the pit of several feet under the golden light.

"Master, take the sword!"

A blue light, from the mountainside of Taiheng, cut through the sky.

The white-haired Taoist priest Huo Ran opened his eyes and looked down the mountain.

It was originally just a mortal sword, but because of the inheritance of the ancestors of Taiheng Mountain, Qingyun, who had been raising the sword for thousands of years, pierced into the golden light, hovered beside him, and made a buzzing sword sound.

The white-haired Taoist priest held the green cloud in his hand and smiled proudly at the purple thunder and lightning that was about to come to his body.

The purple lightning slashed at the body of the Qingyun sword, and it did not emit such a dazzling dazzling light.

Calmly, slowly merging with the man's sword.

On the top of the mountain, several elderly figures wearing blue and white robes were revealed, silently looking at the person who crossed the catastrophe with complicated expressions.

The white-haired Taoist priest held the scorched black floating dust in one hand and the cyan long sword in the other, and closed his eyes for a long time.

Suddenly, there was a thunderstorm all over his body, and the white-haired Taoist priest suddenly spurted out a large mouthful of blood, wetting his placket and dyeing the purple and electric clouds red.

Although most of the thunder tribulation was blocked by this divine sword that had just opened his spiritual wisdom, it was difficult to resist the aftermath of the heavenly tribulation, with his mortal body.

In the underground where no one could see, the purple electricity poured into the ground along the feet of the white-haired Taoist priest, as if being pulled by someone, and converged towards the lotus pond.

The eighth nasturtium, the speed of flowering is gradually increasing.

"Tianyi!"

Yu Jiangang exclaimed.

"Master!"

The young Taoist priest who rushed to the scene was also able to arrive, followed by Xu Zhaonan and others with anxious faces.

The white-haired Taoist priest looked at his proud disciple, raised his hand, and threw the purple clouds around him towards him.

The young Taoist priest took it, but the tribulation was over, and the master passed it safely, and his eyes couldn't help but show a look of joy, looking down at the green cloud in his hand.

Qingyun, who is glowing with blue light all over his body on weekdays, seems to have changed his appearance at this moment, and on the sword body, purple fine lines appear faintly, restrained and fierce.

The power of the sky is unpredictable, and above the ten thousand feet, the thick clouds have never dissipated, and the golden light of the heavens and the earth has never dissipated.

The white-haired Taoist priest stood in the pillar of light, looking up at the sky, and frowned.

Everyone around them noticed that something was wrong, and then looked up.

The purple electricity in the sky is a little more.

The young Taoist priest's face changed, and he exclaimed, "Master!"

The white-haired Taoist priest looked up at the sky, shook his head indifferently, stopped the action of his lover who was about to hand over the sword, and said with a smile: "Tricky things, you can do it once, don't ruin Qingyun." ”

The young Taoist priest's face was unwilling, but he was helpless, because he knew that what the master said was true.

Taking advantage of the fact that the thunder had not yet formed, the white-haired Taoist priest seemed to be explaining his last words, and said with a smile: "Ruyun, in the future, this Taiheng Mountain will be guarded by you as a teacher." ”

Then he turned his head to look at Yu Jiangang and said, "Uncle Shi, in the future, drink less wine and help more with a little bit of clouds." ”

Towards Xu Zhaonan and the others who came in a hurry, he raised his hand and saluted, and thanked: "Thank you for coming to watch the ceremony today, I am grateful." ”

Finally, he looked at the complex-faced figures standing not far away, smiled and nodded.

After doing this, the white-haired Taoist priest toes a little inside the deep pit and soared.

"A hundred years of preaching, only now!"

On Taiheng Mountain, the purple air is mighty.

The thunder of the nine heavens, rolling and hanging.

"Master!"

The young Taoist priest stood on the top of the mountain, hoarse.

No one noticed that in the water of the pond, the eighth golden lotus bloomed in full bloom.

The white-haired Taoist priest, who was already exhausted, was shocked, and suddenly felt infinite strength surging all over his body, facing the purple lightning that covered the sky and the sun, and stretched out his palms.

The heavens and the earth shook, and the thunder dissipated.

Only the white-haired Taoist priest hung quietly in the air, standing in the golden pillar of light, looking at his palms in a daze.

Time seemed to flow back to him, his gray hair gradually fell, and his blossoms grew on his own.

In the dark, a majestic voice sounded that seemed to be unwilling.

"Qiu Tianyi, the five tribulations have passed, enter the immortal class!"

............