The heavy snowfall, which had been falling for an unknown number of years and never stopped, slowly became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared from the sky.

This white expanse that could not distinguish the undulating peaks, the light and dark sky, and the snow in the distance and near finally clearly divided the upper and lower pieces.

Upwards are clear skies, and downwards are snow-capped mountains with winding lines.

Against the backdrop, the blue sky becomes more and more blue like a mirror.

As if waiting for something.

After a long time, the highest distance in the sky seemed to rise as a small whirlpool of stars.

And at the edge of this snowy field, where heaven and earth meet, there are clouds.

It was as if a handful of snow on the top of the mountain was pulled to the sky by some force, first a trace of cotton wool, and then a piece of it, more and more, slowly drifting towards the middle.

These clouds came from nowhere, like ocean waves, and flowed towards the small whirlpool, and finally formed a magnificent, great whirlpool above this sky!

The small whirlpool was facing a cliff in the snow-capped mountains below.

There was a depression under the cliff, and it was empty, and there was no movement.

Not even a single piece of snow fell from such a big battle in the sky.

At this time, the large blue and white vortex condensed in the blue sky, and there was no sign of any flow.

The whirlpool eye in the middle suddenly opened up a little wider.

The thickest and darkest night surged out from the whirlpool hole, as if pouring the ink of the nine heavens on the white paper, and quickly dyed all the blue white clouds in the sky gray and black!

The whole sky darkened.

The dark clouds are rolling, and there are several Ruijin, like the minions of a sharp beast hidden in the dark night.

The rolling thunder mixed in with it was extremely low, like the suppressed and stoic roar of a wild beast, waiting only for the most suitable moment to pounce on the most suitable target.

Far away from the area of wind and clouds, lightning and thunder, there is a straight stone peak like piercing the sky, Jing Liunian stood at the top of the stone peak, his hands behind his back, looking at the heaven and earth that seemed to be a dark night.

He stared unblinkingly at the bottom of the cliff directly across from the whirlpool.

Since he has cultivated the Chenshui lineage, he is extremely familiar with this area to the northwest in the Kunlun Mountains, where there are thousands of years of ice and ten thousand years of ice springs, all of which are under his control.

About two months ago, Jing Liunian entered this snow-capped mountain.

He is too familiar with this place, and this time he is not here to find treasures, but more to temper his state of mind.

Therefore, Jing Liunian did not rush to drive the instrument, not even with the help of mana, but just walked towards the northwest in the wind and snow, meeting peaks and climbing peaks, and climbing slopes to comprehend the avenue.

Then, he found that he didn't know when, the wind and snow actually stopped.

It was a sight he had never encountered in the snow-capped mountains in all these years.

In a short time, he saw a magnificent and strange scene in the sky.

A sense of awe rose in his heart, and he stood on top of the mountain, and in an instant, it seemed as if he too were about to turn into a cloud and fly towards the whirlpool.

When I opened my eyes again, the sky was already like a thick black night, and in the rolling dark clouds, the thunder was condensed and bigger as if it was accumulating.

Jing Liunian frowned slightly, could it be that there are fellow immortals who are here to cross the tribulation? But below the whirlpool, no monk was seen or perceived.

Could it be that there is something amazing in the vicinity that is about to be born?

If that were the case, the vision in the sky would make sense.

Because in the years he spent in the Kunlun Yuan Sect, he had never seen a senior brother or venerable elder above the Tongmai Realm like this.

He took out the "Flying Spring" and looked into the distance with all his attention, just waiting for the spiritual creature to be born, in case he couldn't resist the thunder, he had to take a shot to resist one or two and take it again.

At this moment, there were countless muffled sounds in the sky, not a giant beast hiding in the clouds, but a group of giant hands roaring in unison before launching a charge.

Then came the sound of rolling and endless real thunder.

With this deafening thunder, mixed with the crisp sound of cracking gold and broken jade, one after another purple-gold thunder rushed down like ten thousand beasts!

Jing Liunian's eyes shrank, and the purpose of those thunderstorms was the cliff directly below the whirlpool!

He had never seen such a battle—so many tribulation thunders didn't even talk about a single order, no matter how important they were, and they were all layered, and they were pressed down in one go, as if they couldn't wait to smash, smash, and scorch the thunder into powder and light smoke!

With such a might, no matter what kind of heaven and earth spirit treasure, how can there be a chance to be born?

Jing Liunian gritted his teeth, knowing that if he didn't make a move, he was afraid it would be too late.

He was wrapped in the power of the star element and flew down, but his figure stopped in mid-air - those thunderstorms!

Unexpectedly, it is gone!

It was certainly unpleasant for the galloping figure to stop and be stuck in mid-air, but the feeling of suddenly letting go of the pride and ambition that I wanted to fight with such a thunderstorm was even more uncomfortable.

Jing Liunian's face showed a look of confusion.

He was extremely sure that it was not a treasure that dissipated in the air when the catastrophe failed.

The thunderbolt hasn't hit any real thing yet!

At that time, when the thunderbolt rushed towards the cliff, it suddenly disappeared from his eyes as if he had been sucked in by something that did not exist.

Jing Liunian even suspected that he had fallen for the illusion, and recited the heart mantra several times.

But there was really nothing on the cliff, only the snow was still there, not a single mess, and there was no trace at all.

......

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At the same time, Luo Yun in the Water Extreme Secret Realm had just absorbed the first thunderbolt.

Just like when he was refining a realm sword here, all the tribulation thunder passed through the constraints of space, entered the secret realm of water, and shot him down directly!

A few feet outside Luo Yun's body, he opened a protective shield with the power of Xingyuan, and this shield was surrounded by dense purple-gold thunder light, and had turned into a huge purple-gold hemisphere above the water-blue ground in the secret realm.

The remaining Seven Tribulation Thunderbolts were divided into countless golden snakes, the core of which was like a spirit sword and an iron drill, and kept chiseling at an extremely terrifying speed on the shield.

After Luo Yun carried the first thunderstorm, he immediately sat cross-legged, and the huge waves in the eightfold star ring in his body flowed, sending a touch of purple-gold color to the star aperture and array veins he passed through.

During this process, there can be no interruptions.

It's a risky move.

On the night when the sword of the First Realm was refined, Luo Yun understood a very crucial point.

He had refined star rings in Kunlun, Xisha Secret Realm and other places, but at that time, the layers of tribulation thunder were distinct, and several heavy tribulation thunders would be cast on monks or heavenly treasures in order from light to heavy, and there would be a certain interval between several tribulation thunders.