The days of accompany the senior sister to cultivate immortals

Chapter 82 This Heavenly Tribulation... Is Mine?

Lin Feng envied the famous sword list of the senior sister, and coveted the little treasure armor of the second senior sister.

But the magic weapon is related to the body and the Dao. There are too many things involved, and it is impossible to control its shape after it is formed.

Lin Feng thought that he might be a sword, but with the Qingxuan Sword in his hand, he didn't have to be envious of the sword, even if he didn't need a set of armor or a shield.

I also imagined the coquettish appearance of holding a Qingxuan sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and even fancied the peerless demeanor wearing a treasure armor.

But even if he beat Lin Feng to death, he didn't expect that in the end, his magic weapon took shape, but it was completely different from what he had imagined.

The three-legged bronze tripod, which is as tall as a person, is extremely thick and looks shocking.

"What can Ding be used for? Is it possible that I should take turns on Ding's legs and hit people with it?"

Lin Feng was speechless, looking at the big tripod in a daze, he was so disappointed, everyone else opened their mouths, and a magic weapon flew out, but he was better, and spit out the big tripod.

The cauldron is only in its infancy, and it is still far from perfect. This is a magic weapon that can follow the monk for a lifetime.

The body of the tripod was very smooth, which was very different from the bronze tripod in Lin Feng's impression, as if it was just molded with a abrasive tool, without any detailed drawing at all.

There was a trace of intimacy in the cauldron, which was the feeling of being connected by blood. The natal magic weapon was an existence that would be both prosperous and prosperous with the monks.

The cauldron seemed to be missing something, and suddenly there was a glimmer of understanding in his heart, and the foundation building began.

The hustle and bustle around him became farther and farther away, as if he had entered a pure land. He felt that Lin Feng was performing martial arts, very pure, and he was showing the truest self in his heart.

The boxing techniques are either masculine or feminine, changeable and weird, Xuanwu Bian, Kunpeng Bian is taking shape, two phantoms are fighting, and finally Kunpeng spreads its wings, outperformed, and bumps headlong into the three-legged bronze tripod.

Boom!

With a loud noise, the bronze tripod vibrated violently, and a pattern was formed in the boom, and at the end was the picture of Kunpeng spreading its wings.

The Foundation Establishment Level [-] has been completely stabilized!

The Xuanmiao Realm suddenly shook, knocking Lin Feng back to reality.

The opponent was simply a lunatic, beating Lin Feng's body desperately, but in Lin Feng's eyes, it was like scratching an itch.

"Young master who can't fight back is easy to bully, right? I'll give you a slap in the face!"

Being beaten like this would make anyone uncomfortable, and the habit of being subtly influenced by Liu Xiaoxiao came at once, and he slapped his opponent away directly.

There was a loud bang, and the entire tower shook, and the opponent fell to the corner of the wall like a puddle of ooze.

Lin Feng was surprised that this slap actually killed the opponent, which is too fucking outrageous.

The Foundation Establishment Realm is really miraculous, the magic weapon and itself complement each other, Lin Feng's physique has once again climbed to a higher level, and his cultivation level has also risen, which is far from what the Spirit Platform Realm can match.

He looked inside his dantian with some joy, but when he saw the Kunpeng Transformation on the three-legged bronze tripod above the Lingtai, Lin Feng wanted to give himself a big slap.

"I'm fucking stupid or something. The Xuantian Nine Transformations are not complete at all. I use the Xuantian Nine Transformations to build the foundation. Although the foundation of immortal martial arts is of great benefit to the magic weapon, the key lies in building the foundation." Realm Ninth Grade, you have to fight nine times!"

Although it is very depressed, there is no way to do it. The most suitable for Lin Feng to build the foundation of the magic weapon is the Xuantian Nine Transformations.

The atmosphere at the scene exploded. Lin Feng, who thought he was dead, was alive and kicking in the blink of an eye.

Even killing the Foundation Establishment Ninth Grade who had taken forbidden drugs with a single slap, this is a bit too outrageous.

The most important thing is that many people have noticed that this guy, this guy has actually broken through. After a bloody battle, he has actually broken through to the foundation-building realm. This is almost a miracle.

Some people understand in their hearts that it is thanks to the pure spiritual energy that bred the magic weapon to feed back to themselves after the successful breakthrough, so that the monk can instantly return to the peak state.

Did this work?
Since its inception until now, no one has been able to walk out of the death ladder alive, and today it was broken out.

Many people were shocked, some were hesitant, and most of them were people who had lost money, and some were even borrowing money to bet on this kid.

If the spirit stones borrowed by the monks were not returned, the end would be miserable. Some were sold to the arena, and some were sent to mines. The end was very miserable.

In the sky, there were dark clouds pressing down, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became heavy.

"Heaven... Heavenly Tribulation, how is this possible!" Someone looked up at the sky and exclaimed.

Someone's face changed, or they took out the flying magic weapon, or flew away with the sword, all of them were monks who were about to cross the catastrophe. If they were affected by this catastrophe, they would die if they rushed through the catastrophe.

Those with lower cultivation bases, crying for their parents and screaming for their mothers, rushed towards the door. The Heavenly Tribulation is not powerful enough to touch and die immediately. There is no reason to say it.

"Ma De, what kind of bastard is going to survive the robbery in this kind of place, I don't want to live anymore, and I have to drag someone on my back!"

Someone howled angrily. If Tianjie fell, he would not have eyes.

The scene was in chaos, everyone was cursing and fleeing, no matter how high or low they were, the might of the Heavenly Tribulation was not something anyone could provoke at will.

Lin Feng stood in the field with a look of astonishment.

"This catastrophe...is mine?"

It's fine if other people can't tell the difference, how could Lin Feng not know, he clearly felt that this catastrophe locked his breath.

Lin Feng was about to cry, what the hell is going on!

On weekdays, the most talked about among the monks is the catastrophe. Those monks who are about to cross the catastrophe will put away their valuables first and entrust them to their friends.

If you fail to cross the tribulation, these things will be given to your friends.

When monks cross the catastrophe, there is no one out of ten, just like the weeds born by the way of heaven, it is very cruel.

Shouldn't the crossing robbery be fully armed, with pills, escorted by elders, and a large formation of the same level, should be carried out after everything is ready?

Lin Feng looked at his tattered and outrageous clothes, just like himself, crossing the robbery?Or risk your life?The most important thing is, I have never heard that the Foundation Establishment Realm also has to cross the Tribulation!

"Young master won't play with you!"

Lin Feng ran as fast as he could, but once the catastrophe was triggered, how could he be thrown off? No matter how far Lin Feng ran, he felt firmly locked.

Suddenly, the space was torn, and a big hand stretched out from it, and flicked it.

Lin Feng suddenly felt a huge force, and his whole body flew out like a sharp arrow, and was thrown outside the Black Rock City in the blink of an eye.

This is a powerful shot, and he was directly beaten out, but extremely quickly, fearing that he would be contaminated with robbery karma.

Fortunately, the other party was just trying to keep Heavenly Tribulation away, otherwise this finger could break him.

Lin Feng wanted to cry but had no tears, and the bare surroundings were even more miserable. If he stayed in the city, he might be able to rely on the large formation of Black Rock City to sustain two catastrophes.

He had no choice but to throw off his legs and run wildly.

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