The Heaven-shattering: Starting from the Ji family, achieving enlightenment and becoming an emperor

Chapter 13: Heavenly Tribulation to Overcome Strong Enemies

The Jiuli Map in his hand can no longer be used. If he alarms the gods inside, Ji Zimo will surely suffer backlash.

This is a Holy King weapon. Once it backfires, Ji Zimo will be unable to resist.

"Boom boom boom!"

In an instant, rumbling thunder rang out between heaven and earth, and dark clouds gathered in an instant, as if they were going to destroy the heaven and earth.

The heavenly calamity was ferocious, with thousands of lightning bolts descending and turning this place into a real sea of ​​thunder.

The middle-aged saint's face turned green and he immediately withdrew his hand.

For them, the saints, every time they go through a tribulation, it is undoubtedly painful like pulling out cramps. No one wants to go through that kind of suffering again, not even the saints are no exception.

Everyone was stunned at this moment. They did not expect Ji Zimo to be uncompromising and directly start to overcome the heavenly tribulation, catching the saint off guard.

"Boom!"

As an unrivaled genius, how could Ji Zimo's thunder tribulation be bad? Although it could not reach Wu Shi's level, it could definitely shock the world.

The shocking white light flooded the world, the earth collapsed, and the mountains collapsed.

It turned into a scorched earth. Trees, flowers, birds and animals all collapsed and disappeared in an instant, without any life.

"call out!"

Ji Zimo's body crossed the void and ran towards the middle-aged saint frantically, determined to drag him into the thunder tribulation, thus triggering a greater heavenly tribulation, a great tribulation for the saint.

"Stop!"

The middle-aged saint widened his eyes, watching the other party rushing towards him quickly, trying to drag him into the catastrophe, so he quickly flashed towards the distant mountains.

Xia Longyin beside him also turned around and ran away immediately. He was very smart. He knew that Ji Zimo's target was the middle-aged saint, so he changed direction and ran for his life.

He's just a small fry. Even if he's given some free time, he can only last a dozen moves or so. He'll be dealt with sooner or later. Ji Zimo didn't bother to even look at him and chased after the middle-aged saint.

Ji Zimo was chasing him relentlessly, activating the Nine Secrets, first he entered the Divine Forbidden Zone, and then activated the Jie Word Secret.

He instantly increased his speed by ten times and became invincible, and in a moment, he appeared behind the middle-aged saint.

And the distance is getting closer and closer.

"Don't run, you bastard. If you have the guts, fight me. Whoever runs today is a grandson."

Ji Zimo ran at full speed, saliva flying from his mouth. The saint in front of him was too infuriating.

"Just wait for me, little ghost. After the thunderstorm, I will extract your soul and strip your tendons. Your soul will be sent to the underworld, and you will never be able to turn over."

The middle-aged saint was very sad and angry. This was so embarrassing.

Especially with so many people watching, it would be really embarrassing if it got out.

At this moment, all the geniuses were almost petrified. What did they see?
It's simply a myth. Zhan Daojing followed a saint and chased after that saint.

Why does the picture look so weird?

The middle-aged saint was not idle either. Seeing the thunder getting closer, he immediately set up one peerless killing formation after another, trying to kill Ji Zimo here.

But he thought too much. Ji Zimo had the secret of the characters in his hand and carefully avoided the murderous intent that was chasing him madly.

Ji Zijie and the other Ji family geniuses behind him were all stunned at this moment. After they reacted, they silently cheered for him in their hearts and suddenly felt refreshed.

"You old bastard, you were just boasting and now you are being hunted down. There is nothing you can do about it no matter where you run to."

Ji Zijie laughed loudly. Of course, he was just thinking about this in his mind and didn't dare to say it out loud.

At this time, the middle-aged saint's eyes were wide open, watching Ji Zimo escape from the peerless killing formation safely.

His face turned green and he ran forward madly, not daring to underestimate him in the slightest.

"Don't run, fight me for three hundred rounds! If you lose, call me daddy!"

Ji Zimo took great advantage and quickly brought the middle-aged saint into the range of thunder.

"Boom boom boom!"

A bigger thunder formed, bringing unparalleled terror and boundless catastrophe.

It turned out to be the five great catastrophes of gold, wood, water, fire and earth. It was like the creation of the world, with thunder flashing and chaotic light gleaming.

The sea of ​​thunder was boiling, and thousands of lightning flashed, brighter than the sun in the sky. The middle-aged saint was angry, and he didn't care about this matter, and tried his best to fight against the heavenly tribulation.

Ji Zimo moved away in an instant. He was extremely fast and was proficient in the art of the void, so the middle-aged saint could not catch up with him.

"go!"

Ji Zimo shouted at everyone in the Ji family, asking them to leave this small world.

While they were here, Ji Zimo was hesitant and couldn't move freely.

Once they arrive at the Qi Shi Mansion outside, no matter how powerful the middle-aged saint is, he cannot take action there, so it is relatively safe.

"clear."

Ji Zijie quickly left with a group of family disciples.

The thunder struck Ji Zimo but was dispersed by the protective divine light. He was a peerless genius, and such thunder was nothing to him, far less powerful than the one he had just broken through.

Half an hour later, he finally survived the thunder tribulation, but he was in a rather miserable state.

The thunder tribulation became more violent as time went on, and in the end he suffered a great loss. It would be impossible for him not to suffer any injury at all. It was just a matter of size.

He looked over there from afar. The middle-aged saint looked extremely miserable. His skin was cracked like porcelain and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He was badly hurt by Ji Zimo today.

"When I survive the thunder tribulation, I will kill you!"

Half a day later, the saint's catastrophe was over.

The middle-aged saint looked like he had lost half his life, with disheveled hair and an extremely miserable appearance. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stepped into Baili.

Suddenly looked at Ji Zimo.

Ji Zimo sat quietly on the highest mountain, concentrating his energy quietly. The Tai Chi diagram behind him slowly circulated, like an immortal divine ring.

"What else do you have to say, little bastard?"

The middle-aged saint stared at him coldly, but regret, fear, and other expressions could be seen on his face.

He even wanted to see Ji Zimo kneeling on the ground and begging him.

Ji Zimo opened his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged saint indifferently.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged saint's eyelids jumped suddenly.

In an instant, another thunderstorm descended upon this place.

"You...you...made a breakthrough!"

The middle-aged saint was completely speechless, watching an even greater catastrophe quietly approaching.

Ji Zimo chuckled, put on some oil on his feet, and slipped out immediately.

With his speed, even a saint couldn’t catch up with him, so he left calmly.

This world was once again shrouded in a heavenly calamity, with lightning flashing everywhere. The remaining geniuses were already few and far between, and no one wanted to suffer the consequences.

The old master of Qishi Mansion appeared. Although he was in his old age, he still had black hair and was wearing a linen robe.

If you don't look carefully, you might think it's an old man growing vegetables on the roadside.

"It is true that a genius emerges from a young age. He broke through two realms in just one day. This is rare even in ancient history."

Ji Zimo saw the old mansion master walking towards him and quickly bowed.

"Meet you, Lord."

The masters of the Qishi Mansion in all dynasties were very fair and were definitely not from big families.

Some of them came from this mansion themselves, while others were peerless cultivators of Noda Cang Qilin, who were not famous themselves.

"No need to be so polite! It's even more rare for a great emperor to be so humble."

The old mansion master laughed, his eyes full of admiration for Ji Zimo.

(End of this chapter)