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Chapter 372: Hard thunder disaster, purifying world disaster light!
Su Heng left Baihua County and headed north, soon arriving at the White Pagoda Temple in Skull Plain.

Because of the arrival of the mythical battlefield.

At this time, the environment inside the Skeleton Plain was already quite harsh.

The land and water sources were polluted, the dry ground was full of cracks and scattered with dead bones. Pieces of smoke rose up, and the sky was also burning red. Looking around, there was a lifeless look in all directions, and the end of the world was coming.

However, the scene changed when we arrived at the White Pagoda Temple.

The real body of the Underworld Man is stationed here. Compared to the last time we met, the Underworld Man's strength seems to have increased a lot.

The rhythm of Taoism flows all around, the snow-capped mountains are a pure white, and the temples below are filled with lush fig and bodhi trees.

Occasionally, a cold wind blows from the top of the mountain, and the leaves flutter, and the sound is like many pages turning. Coupled with the clear air around, just being in such an environment, I unconsciously have the idea of ​​letting go of my obsession and being free right away.

Such thoughts may seem peaceful, but they are actually very dangerous. Once you let go of these thoughts, you will become a monster that neither lives nor dies, just like the monks in the White Pagoda Temple.

Su Heng was also somewhat influenced by the Tao rhyme that seemed to be tangible around him.

Although his spiritual cultivation is not as good as that of Mingdaoren, it is not weaker than warriors of the same level.

After just a moment of hesitation, Su Heng broke free from this Taoist rhythm and returned to his true self.

He knew that this was not a way for the underworld people to intimidate him.

It's simply because the immortal tree has grown in this land over the years, and the spiritual power accumulated over time is so much and too complex.

At this point, it was beyond the control of the underworld people and was exerting an uncontrolled influence on the surrounding environment.

Thunder Tribulation——

Although it is a disaster, it is also an opportunity.

If you can get through it safely, you will be able to refine the impurities in these powers.

By that time, even if it cannot be said that he has been reborn, his strength will definitely be greatly improved.

of course,

if it fails.

That would be the end of everything.

Su Heng walked along the forest path and soon arrived at the snowy mountain.

Beside the ice pond with the pagoda and the bodhi tree, the underworld Taoist was dressed in white with his long hair tied up. There were two cups of tea on the table in front of him, and it looked like he had been waiting here for a long time.

She held a long sword in her hand, which she carried behind her back, and was now looking up at the eastern sky.

It was still sunny there.

But now dark clouds are gathering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wind was gloomy and dark, and the clouds were rolling. First, silver-white lightning flashed through the thick clouds, and then the roar of thunder came.

The wind also blew from the distant sky, swept across the barren plains, and finally blew on Su Heng and Ming Daoren.

Su Heng's body was heavy and majestic, standing still.

The snow-white clothes and long black hair of the underworld man were fluttering in the wind.

The originally slightly loose long skirt now outlines the exquisite curves of the body, just like the goddess in the mural, who may fly away at any time.

The Dark Daoist withdrew his gaze and whispered to Su Heng, "You are here."

"Yeah." Su Heng nodded.

The man from the underworld said, "I just detected a few strange auras on the Skull Plain. They seem to be up to no good."

"Really?" Su Heng raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

Su Heng had expected that if the news of the underworld man's affairs leaked out, someone would take the opportunity to plot something bad. For this reason, he specially invited King Qingyang to come to help, just to be prepared.

But along the way, Su Heng did not notice anything unusual on the road.

And Ming Daoren's words at this time pointed out that he was obviously more sensitive than Su Heng in surveying.

But this is normal. After all, this is their old nest that has been operating for thousands of years, and the spiritual attainments of the underworld people are indeed unique.

"There are nine levels of thunder tribulation in total. Every three levels, the power will increase significantly." The Dark Daoist said seriously, "And because of the arrival of the Mythology Battlefield, the Eternal Heaven and the present world will merge with each other. At that time, the thunder tribulation may undergo many unexpected changes. You must be careful."

"Oh, I understand." Su Heng nodded.

Although thunder disasters are rare, related records are not difficult to find.

Su Heng had collected some information before and was not unfamiliar with these situations.

"Where is the lightning bead I gave you? Are you carrying it with you?" The Dark Daoist tilted his head and asked, "Have you completed the ritual?"

"Ah?" Su Heng was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise, "What kind of ritual?"

"..."

The man from the underworld seemed to sigh imperceptibly.

She shook her head and explained, "If you want to use any of the divine tools in Changshengtian freely, you need to use your own spiritual power to nurture them and leave a mark on them."

"..." Su Heng scratched his head and said, "Sorry, I really don't know about this." He had only come into contact with two of the Changshengtian artifacts before, and the Seed of Destruction was directly absorbed by Su Heng as his heart.

However, Su Heng had no intention of refining the Plague God Seal, and directly used it as a consumable to repair the Seed of Destruction.

Afterwards, Su Heng was busy studying the bloodline of the demons.

After the lightning bead fell into Su Heng's hands, he really didn't spend much energy on it.

So you are planning to use it as a brick to smash the enemy to death, right... Mingdaoren took a look at Su Heng's physique and felt that he could really do such a thing.

She didn't know what to say and just spread out her white palms.

With a flash of red light, Su Heng took the lightning bead out of the flesh and blood furnace and hung it in the air.

He pushed forward gently, and with his talent for gravity manipulation, the lightning-attracting bead fell lightly into the hands of the underworld man.

The Taoist priest of the underworld closed his eyes, and the Taoist rhythm flowing around him gathered in one place like a gurgling stream, and finally all was injected into the lightning-inducing bead.

The lightning-attracting bead was originally pitch black in appearance.

But as the power contained within it was activated, its color turned into a dazzling silver-white.

There were flashes of lightning on the surface, the air exploded, and suddenly there were bursts of crackling sounds.

"Inject your mental power into it, so that you can use it normally." A trace of fatigue flashed across Ming Daoren's pale face, and he returned the Lightning Orb to Su Heng.

Boom!

Su Heng did as the underworld man said.

As his mind moved slightly, a blood-red thunder suddenly exploded in the air.

This bolt of lightning was like a thick pillar, piercing through the sky and the earth, carrying with it a tremendous force, leaving a hole on the ground with a diameter of tens of meters.

The Seed of Destruction was an exception, but the Plague God Seal and the Lightning Attracting Pearl gave Su Heng the feeling that they were some kind of concrete magical power marks. As long as he could refine and master them, he would be able to have several more powerful magical powers out of thin air. However, in such an environment, the power of the Lightning Attracting Pearl was indeed greatly enhanced.

No wonder the princess of the underworld cherishes this object so much and regards it as her trump card to overcome disasters and misfortunes.

Su Heng turned his hand and put the lightning bead into his arms.

The Dark Daoist said seriously, "The next thing will be left to you, Daoist friend."

"No problem." Su Heng smiled brightly and nodded towards Ming Dao Ren.

The Dark Daoist bowed with both hands and saluted solemnly towards Su Heng. Then his body turned into a black butterfly, which spread out with the wind and merged into the Bodhi tree beside him.

The bodhi tree suddenly began to grow wildly. The green branches and tender leaves began to fall off, replaced by bloody human skin prayer flags and rotting corpses hanging on them. As the smell of decay spread outward, with a loud rumbling sound, the dark red trunk expanded to a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye. The trunk above also spread outward with the "crackling" sound of the expanding bones, like a canopy, covering a large area.

And that's not all.

Narrow cracks leading to Changshengtian appeared on the snow-capped mountains.

The chaotic power gushing out from it covered the ground with a thick fungal carpet, and in the cracks were all kinds of eyes.

From the giant beast's misty and turbid pupils, to the bloodshot pupils filled with bloodshot and sadistic desire, to the compound eyes clustered together like those of insects... every pair of eyes represents a powerful demon in Changshengtian.

The worst among them were great lords above the seventh level of death, and Su Heng even detected several demon-level beings.

Like the monks who turned into puppets in the White Pagoda Temple, these demons were also controlled by the Dark Daoist. Of course, they could not cross the boundary to descend, but the spiritual power deposited in them was now completely taken back by the Dark Daoist.

The roaring sound continued.

As the power from these demons continued to flow in, the already massive undead tree continued to grow.

It was not until its height exceeded the astonishing 300 meters that it gradually stabilized.

At this time, the immortal tree had become incredibly huge.

Even Su Heng seemed a little small in front of it, and seemed to have sensed the invasion of power from Changshengtian.

The world also became angry, and the power that had been accumulated to the extreme surged again, breaking through the limit. The lightning was covered with a layer of faint golden light. According to some ancient books, this light is called "Purifying World Tribulation Light", which is a self-correction mechanism between heaven and earth.

The power contained in it is extremely strong and masculine. Even a powerful life form at the level of a demon god will be reduced to ashes if it is touched by the light of robbery.

Su Heng is not a demon, and "Purifying Light" has no additional restraining effect on him.

But even so, when the thunder that shook the world sounded, Su Heng also sensed a hint of threat, and his muscles involuntarily tensed up.

"Haha, you really found a big job for me!" Su Heng couldn't help but stretched out his hand and patted the trunk of the underworld man.

That being said.

However, there was no trace of complaint on Su Heng's face.

Instead, it's a very exciting feeling.

Since fusing with the dragon skeleton and creating the Eight-Nine Profound Art, Su Heng's physical strength has increased significantly. This is the first time he has encountered a real test.

boom!
With this thought in mind, Su Heng no longer hesitated.

With a long roar, the earth shook and the mountains trembled, and Su Heng's burly body soared into the sky.

In mid-air, a long fist blasted forward, and in an instant the sky turned upside down, colliding effortlessly with the calamity clouds that filled the sky like a dark tide.

(End of this chapter)