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Chapter 457 The Thunder Tribulation is Over

Zi Shu, who was hiding in the dark, had a heavy look.

This is the reason why they must establish a demon sect. Demonic cultivation is too difficult on this road. It is already very difficult to maintain the mind after becoming a demon. The stages of birthing babies and transforming into gods are even more difficult. In the end, very few people survive.

Looking at Bai Mengjin's transformation into a god again, not only are there people protecting her, they even carry thunder from the sky for her. In this way, the possibility of survival is greatly increased.

Ninety-nine heavenly tribulations have returned to one, there are already seven paths, and only two are left.

"Boom..." Thunder continued in the sky, and thick clouds rolled in.

The eighth sky thunder was about to be brewed, and Hu Erniang said: "Let me do this one! You helped me pick up my cultivation, and now it's time for me to repay it."

Bai Mengjin did not stop him, he only said: "Senior, please be careful. You are now a ghost cultivator, and you are restrained by the thunder."

Hu Erniang smiled: "Don't worry, I know."

Among the demonic clouds, thunder and lightning are like snakes spitting out messages.

Bai Mengjin activated the Yin Yuan Bracelet in time, and Hu Erniang jumped up.

Thick thunder pillars washed down and swallowed her up instantly.

At this moment, within the scope of the mountain-protecting formation, everyone, regardless of immortality or demonism, looked up.

The thunder pillar was temporarily blocked, and the network formed by the red thread was looming.

However, this penultimate sky thunder was unusual and did not dissipate bit by bit like before.

Ning Yanzhi couldn't help but ask: "Master, can they hold it?"

Cen Muliang didn't know that it was Hu Erniang. He could only vaguely tell that it was a ghost cultivator. The Wuji Sect of the secret path actually hid such a master. After hearing the question, he thought for a moment and replied: "Ordinary monks transform into gods, and the last thunder is only so powerful. The result is hard to say."

As soon as she finished speaking, thunder exploded, the red line was swallowed up, and Hu Erniang fell down.

Everyone who saw this scene exclaimed.

Did it fail? Can Bai Mengjin just carry it on his own?

At this time, a sword light shot up into the sky and caught the thunder again.

Ning Yanzhi looked at it intently and was surprised: "Master Ling! He..."

Although Ling Bufei's strength exceeds that of an ordinary Nascent Soul, he is still a pseudo-god after all, a bit inferior to the real god. The previous one couldn't withstand it, can he do it?

The sword light shook for a moment, as if it would shatter in the next moment, but it stabilized again.

The golden light loomed on Ling Bufei's body and gradually merged with the sky thunder. The power of heaven and earth was slowly absorbed by him, and the sword light became brighter and brighter, and then began to differentiate.

One turned into two, and two turned into four... Before long, it became a dense sword formation.

A sharp explosion sounded, and the sword light clashed with the air, causing sparks to explode, like a grand firework blooming in mid-air.

Cen Muliang was startled: "This..."

"Master?" Ning Yanzhi vaguely felt that something important had happened, but because his cultivation level was slightly low, his perception was not clear.

The Changling master next to him had a solemn expression and explained on behalf of senior brother: "He used the thunder of heaven as a guide to completely inspire the cultivation left behind by his mother - from now on, Master Ling is the real god."

Ling Bufei's cultivation was not achieved by himself, so he had neither the Heavenly Tribulation of Infant Formation nor the Heavenly Tribulation of Transformation into God. Although this made him safe and stable, it also lost the opportunity to temper and could not go further.

But it's different now. He made Bai Mengjin's disaster his own, making up for this lack.

Compared to the complicated mood of everyone in Danxia Palace, the Wuji Sect was much happier.

"Well, you are worthy of being the young sect master." Yang Xiangtian said happily, "Senior Sister Jiang gave birth to a good son. All the hard work has not been in vain."

Elder Niu stroked his beard and smiled: "Junior Brother Yang is wrong, we should call the sect master."

"Exactly! Exactly!" Yang Xiangtian laughed.

Lord Kumu was so happy that he ignored his injuries and shouted: "Senior sister, have you seen it?"

Hua silently nodded, with tears in his eyes, and murmured: "I saw it. If Senior Brother Jiang had known something, he would have been able to rest in peace." On the side of the Faceless Man, Zishu, Chenlong and others were speechless for a moment, and Maotu turned pale. .

What the hell? One of them is not good enough at transforming into a god, but the other one actually takes advantage of the catastrophe? What a bad day today!

"Ahem!" Hu Erniang got up, extremely pleased.

This day, Tian Lei was stronger than when she transformed into a god. In addition, she turned into a ghost cultivator and was restrained. After all, it was a little worse. Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain, Ling Bufei held on.

Next, is the last one.

"Girl, are you ready?" Hu Erniang turned around and asked.

Bai Mengjin nodded lightly.

The last thunderstorm has been brewing for a long time, and some people even suspected that it was over.

Fortunately, the monks who transformed themselves into gods had experience and ordered their disciples not to take it lightly.

During the long wait, the roar in the sky became louder and louder, the strong wind howled, and thunder and lightning danced wildly in the air, failing to land for a long time.

Everyone gradually became nervous. Looking at this posture, the last thunderbolt is not easy!

Finally, golden light appeared in the sky.

In just an instant, the heaven and earth became a world of thunder and lightning.

This time it was no longer a thunder pillar, but a heavy downpour. But what fell was not raindrops, but actual thunder and lightning.

"Oh my god! Where are we hiding?" The disciples were panicking.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Cen Muliang shouted loudly: "Everyone, guard the demon-sealing formation, don't move lightly!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, they were swallowed up by thunder.

There is nothing between heaven and earth except thunder and lightning.

With a "boom", the mountain guarding formation was completely destroyed. The monsters that had been spared before let out shrill screams and were swallowed up.

The Immortal Alliance has a large demon-sealing formation here, so it can hold on for a few more breaths. But in just a few breaths, Cen Muliang's lightsaber was destroyed by thunder.

Cen Muliang waved his hand again, and the lightsaber flew up, blocking everyone for a moment.

Yang Yang threw the scroll to the sky and formed the shape of a mountain in mid-air, which also blocked it.

Headmaster Xu and the elders took action one after another. Under the auspices of the priest Qingchuan, Canngling Mountain weaved a vine net in mid-air to try its best to protect the disciples below.

As for Bai Mengjin, they were too far away and couldn't really help.

In the lightning, Bai Mengjin flew up.

In the stage of becoming a god, she was filled with demonic energy and completely unable to control herself. The stronger the demonic energy, the greater the power of the thunder.

Hu Erniang was horrified and watched helplessly as she was completely engulfed by the lightning.

"Meng Jin!" Ling Bufei shouted.

The thunder showed no sign of dissipating, but became more and more intense.

Time passed little by little.

Did it fail? Why hasn’t the thunder disappeared yet? Where are people?

Ling Bufei, Hu Erniang... everyone stared at the sky, waiting for the answer.

"It failed, it must have failed!" Maotu, who was almost knocked unconscious by the thunder, murmured, with excitement and hatred in his eyes, "There is no way she can survive such a powerful thunder. After so long, It must have been swallowed!”

In his thoughts, a little milky white light appeared in the center of the thunder.

(End of this chapter)