Xiao Shu can clearly feel that the sense of rejection of himself in this world is getting bigger and bigger, and he looks like he wants to be driven out, and the sense of crisis that he has never had lingers in his heart, the sky is already slightly bright, but the sky is dark and cloudy, and the wind and rain are about to destroy.

Thousands of miles away, Xiao Shu left Qingzhou, returned to Muzhou Nancheng again, returned to the small courtyard he once bought, here is still densely packed with broken swords, the local rumor here is that there is a demon who was killed by heaven, and these broken swords are proof, so there is no one within a radius of several miles, and no one dares to clean up these broken swords, but occasionally there will be one or two unbelievers to come and see.

"It's a quiet place. Xiao Shu fell in the courtyard, the flowers and trees sent by Li Yuanfeng were almost dead because no one took care of them over the years, only overgrown with weeds, the walls of the house, and the roof were covered with brown and yellow vines, and the wind and snow these days had no end, and the snow in the yard was a foot thick, and the original small recliner was probably buried underneath.

At this moment, the sky is already bright, but there is a black cloud inexplicably gathered in the sky above Nancheng, showing a spiral, constantly circling, and there are thunderbolts flashing from time to time, and an invisible sense of oppression arises spontaneously.

"What's going on this day, it looked like it was going to be bright just now, why is it dark again, and it's thundering, is it going to rain?"

"The snow hasn't stopped yet. ”

"Hey, do you think the snow is a little black?"

I don't know when, the snow falling in the sky is gray-black and transparent, like ashes, sprinkled with water, reaching out to catch it without the slightest biting cold, nor melting, and it will crumble into powder when you pinch it.

"Is this my Xiao Shu's Heavenly Tribulation?" Xiao Shu looked up, he was in the middle of the black cloud at the moment, the huge spiral black cloud was getting lower and lower, as if a mountain range was above him, and it would fall anytime and anywhere, the hollow and empty center of the spiral, with a breathtaking pressure, made it difficult to look directly, and the courtyard was dyed with a layer of gray by the snow falling from the black clouds.

Here it comes!

The catastrophe that has made countless masters fear and even hate is finally coming!

didn't have time to think about it, Xiao Shu sank into a state of self-forgetfulness, this catastrophe is too much oppression for the mind of the person who should be robbed, if you can't even control your emotions, how can you resist?

A purple thunderbolt that was as fast as the extreme fell down, full of three zhang thick, penetrating the sky, Xiao Shu only saw the moment the little snake-like thunder pattern appeared in the clouds, the sense of crisis in his heart rose to the extreme, and the next moment, the invisible thunder light, filled with the breath of destruction, and when his head was split, he did not give him half time to react.

The reason why the realm of heaven and man is the pinnacle is because its own Dao has reached the extreme, and Xiao Shu's Dao is the Dao of the sword.

The moment the sword intent reached the fixed point, in Xiao Shu's eyes, this thunder was a little slower, how fast his sword was, how fast he could be, in an instant, Xiao Shu avoided it, and the purple thunder didn't even reach the edge of his clothes.

The small courtyard was instantly reduced to ruins under this thunder, and the snow melted away, only the embers were endless.

The crimson aura surrounded him, everything seemed to be static in his eyes, only the thunder that fell again, as if it had calculated Xiao Shu's dodge, had already been split the moment he raised his foot.

No.

More than one.

Xiao Shu's pupils shrank suddenly, but ten, hundred, just a little moved his thoughts, this day thunder seemed to see through himself, locked the way in all directions, and ten thousand thunders fell together, not giving him a chance to breathe.

There is no way to avoid it!

There is nowhere to hide!

Only

It's just a sword!

"Just a catastrophe is going to stop me Xiao Shu?"

sneered, showing frivolity, the red leaves in his hand, his body bent slightly, concentrating, mentioning the yuan, jumping forward, rushing towards the calamity cloud, not dodging or dodging, a sword across the heaven and earth, a hundred zhang sword gang slashed upside down, like a red dragon roaring towards the calamity cloud.

Turning qi into gang, sword gang into python, python into Jiao, Jiao into dragon, this is a process from human Xuan to heaven and man, and every ascension of the realm is a process of transformation.

This sword is nameless, only a sword that belongs to Xiao Shu's own, no fighting, no seeking, no self, it is the embodiment of the ultimate kendo after he stepped into the heavens.

Although the purple thunder is strong, it can't stop the edge of this sword, and the purple thunder slashes on the red dragon's body, but it is only slightly scattered, but Xiao Shu, who is hidden in the red dragon, is not stingy with his inner element, and pours it into the red leaf sword without reservation, and the momentum is not stopped, but it becomes more ferocious.

Xiao Shu doesn't know how long this catastrophe lasts, and he doesn't know how much thunder there is in this day, he only knows, if you dare to come, I will break it with one sword.

Tribulation is the embodiment of the will of the Heavenly Dao, so what if you allow mortals to be so provocative, even if you are a celestial?

Ten thousand purple thunders gathered together, only to see a pitch-black thunder falling, a mournful roar, the red dragon could no longer support it, and gradually dissipated from top to bottom, Xiao Shu only felt that his intestines were churning, the inner yuan was sharply consumed, and the moment the sword gang disappeared, he was left alone with a sword and fell from mid-air, and it was another purple thunder, which slashed straight towards him.

Suddenly, the earth of Nancheng continued to tremble, and the broken swords that were originally inserted in the ground shook together, broke through the ground, flew towards the sky, turned into a sea of swords, surrounded Xiao Shu, and the purple thunder was actually blocked.

"Why does the way of the sword need to be proven, it is only idealistic, and the heart is not destroyed, what can the heavenly tribulation be?"

Xiao Shu wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, snorted coldly, ten thousand swords went against the sky, even if they were constantly knocked down by the thunder and evaporated, but the swords around Xiao Shu did not decrease but increased, each one was intact, this was the million sword dao that made Xiao Shu almost unable to hold the sword back then, and now, they have also become the swords in Xiao Shu's hands.

But there is an end to manpower, but the sky is endless, when the sword falls, the thunder directly hits Xiao Shu's body, as if a knife has cut off Xiao Shu's flesh, removed his bones, and evaporated his blood, if someone is there at this moment, you can see that Xiao Shu is no longer human, his whole body is scorched black, and a stream of blood is steaming out of his body, even the Red Leaf Sword is also suffering from the washing of the thunder, only the rosary on Xiao Shu's hand is not affected at all.

This is what Wang Yue said at the beginning, to fade away the pain of the mortal body, this is what any person who should be robbed must face, because the final heavenly thunder tribulation is endless, and it is unwise to fight against it, it will eventually consume your yuan power, rather than so, it is better not to resist from the beginning, let the heavenly thunder practice, but unfortunately Xiao Shu has no one to guide you.

At this moment, he can only rely on a trace of clarity to carry it, because even if he wants to escape, it is impossible, between life and death, once he loosens his breath, it will become a catastrophe.

I don't know how long it has been, or a day, or two days, or just a short moment, but in Xiao Shu's feelings, it seems that there are a hundred years, a thousand years, this kind of pain cannot be ignored even if it is selfless, not only the physical pain, but also the pain that reaches the soul, every minute and every second, it is tearing Xiao Shu's nerves.

For a moment, Xiao Shu wanted to give up, maybe just die like this, and be relieved.

In a trance, Xiao Shu saw a lot of people, Xiao Sumire with a sugar gourd in his hand.

"Xiaoshu, we have made an appointment, when you come back, you will tell me, and I will invite you to eat sugar gourds when the time comes. ”

Locked himself up for two years, a crazy Taoist.

"Still hesitating!

The white-haired waist-length delicate child is still cold and gorgeous.

"Play another song, would you like to hear it?"

Jian Yaozi...... No, it's called a flower.

"Xiao wants food, you still have to take me to the immortals, don't die. ”

And also...... And also......

Xiao Shu opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the purple thunder that was slashing at him, how could he die here!

The clouds eventually dispersed, and the clouds opened and the sky was bright.

There was no more Xiao Shu in the air, only the red leaf sword and a string of prayer beads remained.

But in the next moment, a little spiritual light gathered in the air, I don't know how long it took, and finally condensed into a slightly illusory figure, and finally survived the pain of fading, at this moment this body is no longer flesh and blood, it is completely condensed by spiritual power, as long as the soul does not disperse, no matter how injured the body is, there is no worry about life.

Before he had time to feel this body, the mental exhaustion had made Xiao Shu no longer able to support it, and fell from the sky, but an inexplicable suction slowed down the momentum of Xiao Shu's fall, Xiao Shu opened his eyes with difficulty, but he was powerless to resist this suction, so he could only let him lead himself higher and higher, gradually, Nancheng was in full view, and gradually turned into a small point, Muzhou, Kyushu, and even the desert sea, all became smaller and smaller in Xiao Shu's eyes.

"In case it throws me down at this moment...... Xiao Shu said with a wry smile in his heart, if this is the case, even this body can't afford it, his soul is very weak now, and he can't withstand the consumption of reorganizing his body again.

The suction power finally disappeared, but the scene that worried him did not happen, above the nine skies, there were no more white clouds, not even the sun, moon and stars, just pitch black, and the black of the five fingers could not be seen when he reached out, only the rosary on his wrist emitted a little light, and even then he couldn't see anything.

Xiao Shu settled down, and found that not only in front of him, but also under his feet, he couldn't see anything clearly, but stepping on it was like the truth, just when he thought that this was the way to ascend the immortal was like this, the original dark space appeared one after another cracks, dense and countless, and it was gradually getting bigger, but in a breath, each one was a thousand feet, and Xiao Shu was only the size of a grain of rice in front of him.

And it continued to expand to both sides, and finally became a circle, in which nothing could be seen clearly, and countless colors were mixed together, like oil dripping in water, and in a moment, there were thousands of changes.

"This ...... Is it the Gate of Heaven?"

Even Xiao Shu was stunned by this scene, no matter how he guessed, he didn't know that Tianmen was like this, he thought it would be a dragon and a phoenix, full of fairy energy, but what was going on with this dense and weird very round hole in front of him?