Boom!
Over the tomb of the Holy King of Hundred Wars, in the dark sky of Luoshen Ridge, a thunder suddenly sounded, and then the dark clouds with a radius of six thousand miles merged into one, causing immeasurable calamity and brewing the great divine thunder of destruction.
The heavy power of Heaven enveloped a radius of six thousand miles.
Roar!
Different from Taicang Mountain, all the ancient ferocious beasts in Luoshen Ridge raised their heads and roared, with unyielding tone in their voices, as if they wanted to challenge God.
A figure shuttled back and forth in Luoshen Ridge.
He is clearly a saint of all things.
As soon as he said goodbye to Ye Hongchen, Wanxiang Saint sneaked into Luoshen Ridge alone. He seemed to have a very detailed understanding of the dangers of Luoshen Ridge, and there were no dangers along the way.
Obviously, this is not the first time that Saint Wanxiang has come here.
When he first stepped into Tianji Pavilion, Ye Xu knew that Saint Wanxiang had been to Luoshen Ridge and was able to get out alive.
This time Wanxiang Saint entered Luoshen Ridge to kill Lu Fengming.
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"There are actually people in Luoshen Ridge who are going through the Heavenly Tribulation of Saints?" Saint Wanxiang was endlessly surprised and murmured: "Which clan's master has become a saint?"
However, Saint Wanxiang was not too surprised either.
As far as he knew, the ancient clans in Luoshen Ridge were extremely powerful, even the quasi-emperor had them.
This person's calamity cloud is only six thousand miles away, but it is not as good as Ye Hongchen's. It can be seen that he is only a small player.
If Mr. Huang knew what Saint Wanxiang was thinking, he would probably cry.
Sainthood has been his lifelong pursuit.
"I still don't care."
The Wanxiang Saint's expression condensed and he rubbed a blue jade pendant in his hand.
The most urgent task is to ask outside forces to kill Lu Fengming.
Only by settling the matter in the Southern Wilderness could he relax and enter the Sea of Ten Thousand Realms to look for Lin Qianmo.
The Vientiane Saint disappeared into darkness.
...
"The heavenly tribulation has arrived?"
Huang Lao looked solemn. He had witnessed the power of the saint's heavenly tribulation in Taicang Mountain. His own heavenly tribulation was not as good as that of the saint in the Southern Wilderness, so there was no big problem after thinking about it.
Click!
The first ray of catastrophe struck down.
The formation of the Tomb of the Saint King of Hundred Wars was shattered, but the power of the Heavenly Tribulation was also greatly weakened. Huang Lao easily took the first great divine thunder of destruction.
Then comes the second course.
Boom!
Until the fourth divine thunder, Huang Lao's expression changed.
The power of this heavenly tribulation is extremely terrifying. Before it falls, cracks appear in the void like a spider web, and the terrifying aura of heaven envelopes every place.
Whoosh!
The majestic divine power blended with the laws of heaven and turned into a thunder of destruction, destroying the tomb of the Holy King of Hundred Wars in one fell swoop, leaving only the body of the Holy King of Hundred Wars and the small bodhi tree.
Huang Lao was fearless and used all his strength to activate a holy spear. The fighting spirit of the heroic spirit accumulated in the sea of consciousness changed at this moment.
Huang Lao was like a man possessed by the God of War, with overwhelming fighting spirit and fighting against the sky.
Buzz!
Suddenly, the Holy King of Hundred Wars beside him moved, his eyes opened, as if the world was shattering, and the God-Opening Ax made a soft sound.
Clang, clang, clang!
The arm of the Holy King of Hundred Wars moved, and the armor scattered dust all over the floor, and it was shiny.
boom!
The Holy King of Hundred Wars died but his fighting spirit was not extinguished. His obsession was inspired by Huang Lao's fighting spirit. He held the divine ax in his hand, stepped up into the sky, and struck the Great Destruction Tribulation Thunder with one axe.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
With one strike of his ax, the Holy King of Hundred Wars split the great destruction and calamity thunder.
But at the same time, the Great Divine Thunder of Destruction also struck the Holy King of Hundred Wars. His body was destroyed inch by inch, and his armor shattered inch by inch.
Only the will to fight will last forever.
A quarter of an hour later, the Great Destruction Tribulation Thunder was completely shattered by the Holy King of Hundred Wars.
The holy king who fought all his life also fell.
The divine ax fell to the ground with a clang, its divine light dim.
"This..."
Mr. Huang was shocked. The Holy King of Hundred Wars actually revived and blocked the thunder for him. For a moment, Mr. Huang was surprised and sad at the same time.
The last trace of this holy king in the world was completely erased.
"How can I be so virtuous as an old man..." Mr. Huang burst into tears.
He knew that the reason why the Holy King of Hundred Wars took action was only because his fighting spirit affected the obsession of the Holy King of Hundred Wars, which made the Saint King want to swing his ax at God even after his death.
The more this happened, the more sad Mr. Huang became.
"Senior, I will inherit your mantle."
Huang Lao said solemnly: "I have experienced hundreds of battles, but my heart is still undying. I stand with a sword and my fighting spirit is in the sky."
"Kill!"
Huang Lao held the magic ax in his hand and fought. With his mind focused on the divine axe, he struck a blow towards God.
boom!
Six thousand miles of calamity clouds condensed at this moment, turning into a demon sword and cutting into Huang Lao's Taoist heart.
But after just a few breaths, the inner demon's calamity was solved by Huang Lao.
After taking Bodhi Seed, he was no longer afraid of inner demons.
The next moment.
Initiated by the power of heaven and earth, Mr. Huang also fell into a crisis of transformation.
An hour.
Two hours.
After three full days, Mr. Huang walked out of the trap of transformation.
The clouds of calamity have dissipated.
He is already a true saint.
Old Huang held the magic ax in his hand, and a mysterious skill appeared in his mind.
The magical power of a hundred battles!
The practice method of this exercise is very special, it condenses the fighting spirit and uses fighting to nourish fighting.
The stronger the fighting spirit, the stronger the strength.
Theoretically speaking, there is no limit to the Hundred Wars Divine Art, and there are no limitations on practice. Even an ordinary person can reach an extremely powerful level as long as his Taoist heart is strong enough.
However, this Hundred Wars Divine Art can only be practiced at the Saint King stage.
As for the realm of the Great Sage, there is no record.
"This seems to be a method created by the Holy King of Hundred Wars..." Huang Lao murmured.
"This trip is well worth it."
Mr. Huang looked excited.
Not only did he get a holy king's magic weapon, but he also got a holy king-level mental method. He also got rid of his inner demons in one fell swoop and became a saint.
Ye Xu, Ao Lie and the Holy King of Hundred Wars are all his great benefactors.
Especially for Ye Xu, in Huang Lao's view, without Ye Xu's guidance, there would be almost no possibility of becoming a saint in his lifetime.
"We must leave as soon as possible."
Huang Lao felt solemn in his heart.
Collect the bones of the Holy King of Hundred Wars and prepare to take them out of Luoshen Ridge for a safe burial.
Click!
When he walked out of the Tomb of the Holy King of Hundred Wars, due east, the sky suddenly changed, from dark to low, calamity clouds stirred the sky, and the breath of heaven was thick.
"Huh?"
Huang Lao's eyes twitched, "Are there any practitioners in Luoshen Ridge?"
"Looking at this posture, it seems that they are going to survive the saint's calamity."
This posture is very familiar to Huang Lao, who has just survived the heavenly calamity. .
It is clearly the Heavenly Tribulation of the Saint.
However, what puzzles Mr. Huang is that besides him, there are actually practitioners who dare to enter Luoshen Ridge.
Are all practitioners today so brave?
"No matter, let's go out first."
Huang Lao recovered his thoughts and prepared to leave Luoshen Ridge.
boom!
There was another thunderous explosion.
Due east, another terrifying aura descended, and the second calamity cloud began to brew.
But the two heavenly tribulations did not merge with each other, it was more like they were in different time and space.
But in Huang Lao's view, that is just a place.
"What's going on? Someone wants to survive the catastrophe of the saint again?" Huang Laozhen was surprised. Isn't Luoshen Ridge a dangerous place? Why can anyone come now?
You know, the second master of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, Ao Lie's second uncle, was a master of the Sage King Yuan Yuan. He lost all news after entering Luoshen Ridge.
How dare these two half-saints do this?
Could it be a senior?
Huang Lao suddenly thought of Ye Xu.
"Mostly seniors." Huang Laoxin said.
Click!
The third saint's calamity broke out.
"..."
Three saints survived the tribulation at the same time?
Huang Lao looked strange.
"Senior, how many opportunities have you sold?"
Then.
When Huang Lao was shocked, the fourth, fifth, sixth...
a total of nine saintly tribulations erupted over the tomb of the Great Sage Panwu at the same time.
From the outside, the nine heavenly tribulations of saints seem to be superimposed, like nine layers of heaven.
Huang Lao was numb.
I couldn't help but want to curse.
In the same place, nine saints were created.
Are saints so worthless these days?