fifth form

Chapter 2227: The Bad Luck of Taking Over a Grudge
"Four feet, five feet, six feet!"

Two days have passed since Zhang Xuezhou made his final stand.

Zhenyuan God looked at Zhang Xuezhou, who was as huge as a mountain.

Two days is a very short time, so short that ordinary people would not notice it, but Zhang Xuezhou has changed a lot in these two days.

"The Saint Son's Law of Heaven and Earth should be able to be adjusted to a level close to the ultimate in magical power!"

Zhang Xuezhou's six-zhang-tall body has remained unchanged for a day and a night. From the initial growth of ten zhang in height to the growth of six or seven feet, Zhang Xuezhou's growth rate has become slower and slower.

During this day and night, Zhang Xuezhou's body had stopped changing.

Zhenyuan Shenjun felt that the relevant influence was likely derived from "The Art of the Clouds".

There is no problem with the law of heaven and earth as described by Zhenyuan Shenjun and the original law of heaven and earth in heaven. There is a high probability that there is no problem with the body training techniques taught by the Western religion. Even if it is not said how profound it is, it should at least be able to reach the realm of supernatural powers.

But no matter whether it is the cultivation technique of the Heavenly Court or the Western religion, none of these cultivation techniques involve the training of wings.

There is nothing wrong with Zhang Xuezhou's technique, but what is wrong is that Zhang Xuezhou's body is not a pure-blooded human body.

This undoubtedly became a stumbling block. Even though Zhang Xuezhou was extremely talented, he was dragged down and had to go through a long period of adjustment.

Zhenyuan God walked back and forth a few steps. When he stared at Zhang Xuezhou's pair of enlarged demon feathers, he saw a jade-white light emerging on the golden demon feathers.

It was like a chain reaction of dominoes. When a demon feather was transformed, many golden demon feathers flipped over together, and the whole body turned into a jade-like color. The golden light on Zhang Xuezhou's body turned again, and a white light also swept down.

In just a short moment, Zhang Xuezhou's six-meter-tall body had changed from golden to jade-like in color, and a faint white light fell, like a lustrous jade stone.

When Zhang Xuezhou's body shook, his six-meter-tall body stepped directly into the seven-meter height.

Dark clouds gathered inexplicably in the sky again, and the sky became pitch black in a short moment, with purple thunder circling and entangled in the dark clouds.

The body of Zhenyuan God swayed, and thunder was seen falling from the sky.

"The Holy Son seems to have chosen the demon feather that was trained by the Cloud Technique, thus guiding the integration of the body and the demon feather, but this also attracted the thunder tribulation that brought the demon race to sainthood!"

Zhen Yuan Shen Jun just felt it was strange to see this, it was the first time he saw a human being go through a thunder tribulation.

But he was not worried about Zhang Xuezhou. After all, Zhang Xuezhou's alternative magic of heaven and earth was based on body training, and he was also the type of cultivator who could withstand the most attacks. If such a body would die in the thunder tribulation of becoming a saint, then his magic would only be a joke.

He could sense the power contained in Zhang Xuezhou's seven-meter-tall body, and he also knew what kind of damage Zhang Xuezhou could withstand.

When his eyes swept across the thunder tribulation, Zhenyuan Shenjun saw the purple thunder sliding directly down from Zhang Xuezhou's body when it fell.

The lightning seemed to hit Zhang Xuezhou's body, but it actually hit the surrounding trees.

"No matter whether it is the sixty-nine thunder tribulation or the seventy-nine thunder tribulation, the Holy Son should have no worries. It's a pity that the Emperor is not here, otherwise he would have loved to collect this kind of divine thunder!"

In the distance, Queen Subi and others were already kneeling on the ground praying.

Zhang Xuezhou, whose body was as strong as a mountain, was undoubtedly a god in the eyes of these people, and the falling thunder made these people terrified, and few people could stand and watch calmly.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"Stab!"

……

Just as Zhenyuan Shenjun thought, the power of the purple thunder caused very little damage to Zhang Xuezhou's body, even the white light protecting his body was not broken at the moment.

"Holy Son, don't run!"

Zhenyuan God felt that Zhang Xuezhou survived the thunder tribulation with great ease.

Of course, his ease was relative to the other monsters who were torn to pieces. Zhang Xuezhou was unlikely to be seriously injured, but minor injuries were inevitable, and he could not avoid the numbness and tingling of thunder.

This is also a common problem for monks who have achieved sainthood in the flesh. The fact that the body can withstand beatings without being damaged does not mean that there is no pain. In fact, even Yang Jian and others will cry out in pain when they are beaten and will try their best to avoid their opponents' blows.

This flaw is also exploited by the top-level monks. They do not need the sharpest weapons to break the physical body and achieve sainthood. They only need sufficiently dense strikes to bring endless pain, which can cause a strong physical body to fall into coma and thus lead to defeat.

Zhang Xuezhou obviously couldn't bear the pain, or maybe this was Zhang Xuezhou's previous fighting style.

After regaining consciousness and finding himself hit by an inexplicable thunderbolt, Zhang Xuezhou's first reaction was not to resist, but to run away.

The seven-meter-tall body flapped its huge wings and soared into the sky like a Ming Wangpeng, then flew into the distance.

Zhenyuan God only had time to shout before the sound of thunder roared again and fell towards Zhang Xuezhou who was fleeing far away.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry, run as far as you can, to prevent the Holy Son from flying around and getting hurt!"

Zhenyuan God was unable to stop Zhang Xuezhou, so he could only shout to the Subi people, signaling them to find a place to hide quickly to avoid the thunder caused by Zhang Xuezhou's flying around.

"Oh God, we have witnessed the birth of a new god. May God bless us to have many children and make our tribe strong!"

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The Subi Queen looked crazy, stretched out her arms and kept shouting, which caused a large number of Subi people to shout even more fanatically.

"These mortals are crazy!"

Different levels of knowledge will obviously bring different feelings.

Zhenyuan God thought that Zhang Xuezhou was just going through a thunder disaster, and Zhang Xuezhou was frightened by the thunder falling from the sky and ran around. The Subi people believed that they had witnessed a god and fell into frantic prayer.

The three parties each have their own attitude and no one can convince anyone else.

Zhenyuan God stretched out his hand and picked up the purple-gold red gourd, and felt the thin magic power that he could control in his body.

He looked at the falling lightning far away in the sky, and judged the probability of his catching up with Zhang Xuezhou and successfully persuading him. Finally, he gave up the idea and instead caught a gust of wind and followed him.

"When fifty-four or sixty-three thunderbolts have finished falling, the Holy Son will stop. These Subi people can pray if they want. They will kneel down and pray until they have no strength left, and they will eventually stop!"

Zhenyuan Shenjun thought it through and felt that the matter had finally come to an end.

The accident brought by Cynomorium songaricum disrupted the plans of him, Zhang Xuezhou and the Empress Dowager. Zhenyuan Shenjun felt that there would be many more things to come that would cause trouble.

"Fellow Daoist Dou said that he had run into bad luck over the years. The magic she practiced would affect me, who is carrying the grudge, and even bring me bad luck. This is probably a bad luck thing right now!"

Zhenyuan Shenjun thought of the Empress Dowager and some of the things she had once told him.

As a great master in the realm of true self, the Empress Dowager was crippled by the means she arranged, and contracted a disease that was difficult to recover from. No one would believe it if she told others about it, but this was the Empress Dowager's true situation.

Zhen Yuan Shen Jun used to think that it was nothing, but when he encountered Cynomorium songaricum, what seemed like a great opportunity almost ended in injury, he realized and agreed with what the Empress Dowager said, 'People really do create troubles for themselves'.

"The Holy Son didn't take on Fellow Daoist Dou's grudges, so why is he sharing my misfortune?"

Zhenyuan Shenjun thought about the Empress Dowager, then thought about Zhang Xuezhou, and continued to summarize and compare, trying to find a starting point to resolve this impact.

He kept recalling every step he and Zhang Xuezhou took after they encountered Cynomorium songaricum, and compared their current situations. Suddenly, the sound of thunder in his ears became stronger.

When Zhen Yuan Shenjun glanced around, he saw purple lightning dancing like a mad snake, closely chasing a huge figure falling from the sky.

"God, please save me! There is a demon from another world trying to kill me with lightning!"

Zhenyuan Shenjun blinked his eyes, but before he could quickly dodge, he saw a body as huge as a mountain falling from the sky, and Zhang Xuezhou's voice came roaring like thunder.

"This is just a thunder tribulation, don't go towards me...ah..."

When a ray of purple lightning slid down from Zhang Xuezhou's body and exploded onto Zhenyuan Shenjun, Zhenyuan Shenjun had no idea of ​​distinguishing why he and Zhang Xuezhou were unlucky. He only felt that the shadow of bad luck was still looming, and the possibility of them killing him was increasing.