You said you would practice martial arts. Have you mastered the Tiangang Dharma?

Chapter 482 Tai Python is born
Above the blue sky, calamity clouds were surging like an inky sea.

Yiwei looked up at the thunder vortex that swallowed up the skylight, his back soaked with cold sweat. From deep in the clouds came a low roar like that of an ancient beast. Thousands of thunder snakes swam in the black vortex, and suddenly condensed into nine dark golden thunder patterns - it was actually the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation that only existed in ancient times!

When the first blue lightning struck, the whole mountain was shaking. Yiwei focused his mind, but the golden bell formed by the strong energy shattered like glass the moment it came into contact with the lightning. The severe pain penetrated from the top of his head to his limbs and bones, and his bones showed crystal lines in the dazzling lightning. His internal organs seemed to be stuffed into a furnace and roasted. The smell of rust rose in his nose. Yiwei bit his tongue to keep his mind clear. As his fingers flew, the spiritual charm of Yangshui turned into a swimming dragon to welcome the second crimson and purple sky thunder.

The thunder turned into a real sound wave, and the ancient trees within a hundred miles were broken at the waist. Golden seal characters appeared in the purple lightning, which was the mark of punishment branded by the heaven! The wandering dragon cried and split the spider web pattern, and one of its tails vomited blood with thunder and fire. Its clothes had long been shattered, and its white hair was entangled with the broken clothes in the wind.

When the third mysterious thunder descended, the world suddenly became silent. The dark clouds of disaster split into scarlet cracks, and a black lightning column a hundred feet thick, wrapped in dark blue netherworld fire, fell with a bang. The pupils of Yiwei reflected the shadow of a dragon swimming in the lightning. That was the ancient thunder spirit! The protective aura melted like spring snow, and the skin and flesh were charred and carbonized, revealing the innate Dao patterns flowing on the jade bones. The severe pain made Yiwei curl up on the ground, but his consciousness was unusually clear - the thunder and fire were tempering the turbid air that had accumulated in Yiwei's meridians for years.

When the last white lightning tore through the clouds, one of them had already turned into a bloody man. This lightning was as clear as the water of the Milky Way, but when it touched the center of the eyebrows, it showed thousands of spiritual silk threads. The entire mountain was turned into dust in the pure white lightning, but at this moment, a broken golden elixir burst into clear light, and the yin and yang energies rose from the chaos. The charred skin peeled off inch by inch, and the new body appeared with the innate Dao pattern that had survived the thunder tribulation!

When the thunderclouds dispersed, a sweet rain fell from the sky. Yiwei lay in the center of the glazed crater, looking at the arc of electricity moving in his palm and laughing softly, finally advancing to the true body realm!

And the moment the calamity clouds dissipated, the hundred thousand mountains fell into an eerie silence.

The mountain plowed by the thunder and fire lost its indigo vegetation, revealing the glassy rock layer. The sunlight penetrated the thin clouds, reflecting the colorful halos on the mirror-like mountain walls, which looked like a jade hairpin left by a goddess slanting into the earth from a distance. A lying crater had turned into a hundred-foot crystal cave, and under the charred and carbonized surface, veins of liquid starlight could be vaguely seen - that was the residual heaven and earth energy of the thunder reshaping the earth veins.

Suddenly, there were tiny cracking sounds at the edge of the scorched earth.

Tender buds emerged from the cracks in the rocks, and lightning flashed on the emerald leaves. These spiritual plants born in the ruins of the Heavenly Punishment stretched their branches at a speed visible to the naked eye, with vines winding up around the crystal rock pillars and blooming translucent six-petal flowers at the top. As the stamens swallowed and exhaled, they condensed the free arcs in the air into substantial dewdrops, which fell into the newly formed springs of the earth veins with a ding-dong sound.

The cliffs in the northwest are the most amazing.

The originally jagged cliffs were split into smooth arcs by the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, and dark golden natural lightning patterns appeared on the rock sections. Whenever the mountain wind passed over these marks of heaven, it would inspire the sound of ethereal bells, and when the sound waves spread, the rain and fog condensed in the air turned into floating talismans. The talisman water fell on the glazed ridges, etching gullies like the reflection of the Milky Way, and gathered into a winding spiritual spring flowing down the mountain.

The most shocking thing is the afterimage of the sky.

Where the calamity clouds dissipated, a ring-shaped halo remained, like a space rift torn open by the gods. The seven-colored rays of light slowly fell like a silk hanging from the sky, and wherever it passed, chalcedony and Ganoderma sprouted from the scorched earth, and new branches of glazed glass sprouted from dead trees. A phantom of a crane flapped its wings from the depths of the halo, and the phosphorus powder scattered by its tail feathers spread a carpet of stardust on the ruins, and with every step, a palm-sized golden lotus with thunder patterns bloomed.

Yiwei reached out to catch the falling fragment of the glow, and watched it condense into half a Dao pattern in his palm. In the distance came the roar of the underground river rushing again, mixed with the rustling sound of new spiritual plants breaking through the soil, which actually composed a song of congratulations played by heaven and earth for those who had survived the tribulation.

Where the sea and the sky meet, a long inky black line is swallowing up the setting sun.

At first, there was only a faint muffled sound, like an ancient beast turning over in the abyss. A phosphorescent blue light suddenly burst out from the crest of the wave, and the entire sea area seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand. The sea level tilted at a strange angle, and ten thousand tons of seawater condensed into a water wall hundreds of feet high, exposing the rugged black reefs on the seabed. The surface of those rock pillars forgotten in the abyss was covered with ancient runes that glowed with scarlet light.

When the first undercurrent hit the reef, the sky suddenly dropped three inches.

The black waves exploded into silver-white mist at the moment of impact, and tens of millions of tons of seawater condensed into ice crystal spears in the air. The moonlight passed through these suspended weapons, casting a spider-web-like pale light mark on the sea surface. The second wave crest followed, carrying the ice blades of the previous wave and crashing down. The harsh sound of giant whale skeletons rubbing against each other came from the waves, and the sand and gravel on the seabed were rolled into spiral diamonds, grinding the coral reefs passed by into colorful powder.

The hurricane tore through the clouds at this time.

The dragon sucked water through the sky and earth, and the twelve waterspouts were like chains that trapped a dragon, stretched straight. The center of the vortex glowed with an ominous indigo purple, and there was a lightning ball the size of a house floating in it. When the lightning ball hit the water wall, the bursting plasma electrolyzed the seawater into mist, and the entire sea area seemed like a boiling pool of mercury, with silver mercury and purple electric snakes chasing and biting each other in the wave valley.

The most terrifying thing is the giant glowing vein rising from the seabed.

The green light band twisted in the deep water like a living thing, and each twitch triggered a new large-scale seaquake. Transparent bubbles like hills rose at the intersection of the light veins, and the shock wave released when the bubbles burst threw the three-masted sailing ship into the clouds. At the moment when a bubble burst, a glimpse of a scaled creature curled up in the core of the light vein was seen - the exposed tail fin was comparable to an island, and the gaps between the blue-gray scales were flowing with golden-red lines like lava.

At midnight, heavy rain and hail poured down.

Egg-sized ice particles smashed into the sea, sparking a series of red sparks. The flames were not extinguished by the seawater, but spread wildly along the wave ridges, burning the night sea into a boiling pool of blood. In the firelight, countless translucent humanoid water spirits appeared. They walked on the fire with coral spears in their hands, forming an attacking battle formation on the crest of the waves, and the sound waves of their chanting shook the stars to the point of falling.

In the darkest hour before dawn, all visions suddenly stopped.

The sea surface was as smooth as glass smoothed by the gods, but upon closer inspection, it was covered with hair-like cracks. The moment the morning light pierced the east, the cracks burst at the same time, and the entire ocean shattered into billions of prisms. Each fragment reflected a different terrifying scene: some showed the afterimage of the nine-headed sea monster tearing apart the fleet, some captured the moment when a giant vortex swallowed the island, and some reflected hundreds of golden vertical pupils opened on the seabed...

When the sun completely jumped out of the sea level, all the madness fell silent. Only the floating ice crystals were still refracting the colorful halo, like the lies casually spread by the gods, covering the scarlet array slowly turning in the deep sea. The remaining smell of thunder in the salty air stung the nose of every survivor. When Taimang opened his eyelids made of molten gold, the boundary between day and night began to blur.

The moment the jagged dragon head poked out of the clouds, the atmosphere emitted a crisp sound like glass breaking. The three pairs of twisted dragon horns on the forehead were not made of bone, but some kind of flowing spiritual condensation, with vortex patterns composed of stardust floating on the surface. Whenever lightning flashed across the horn tip, those microscopic streamer clouds accelerated their rotation, tearing open hair-thin space-time cracks in the void.

The most fascinating thing is the submandibular scales.

This piece of armor, as big as a city, is transparent throughout, and the boiling sea of ​​stars is sealed inside. Blue-purple plasma and red lava are strangling each other in the scales, and occasional bursts of light penetrate the surface of the scales, leaving burning ancient mottos on the clouds. Jagged crystal clusters grow on the edge of the reverse scales, and in each crystal there is a miniature dragon shadow curled up - that is the incarnation of the Taimang shed through the generations.

The dorsal fin that runs along the spine is actually a spiritual passage.

The base of the towering bone spurs was wrapped with indigo ancient flames, while the tip was condensed with ten thousand years of black ice. Thousands of diamond-shaped mirrors were suspended at the junction of ice and fire, reflecting fragments of different time and space: some reflected the primitive posture of the Tai Python coiling around the Fusang tree, some showed the blood-red light crown of the dragon claws crushing the stars and the moon, and some were frozen in the tragic moment when the left wing of the Tai Python was cut off and fell into the Guixu.

The very process of the dragon claw's descent is tampering with reality.

The toe joints are not covered with scales, but with hexagonal metal honeycombs that are constantly reorganized, and each grid contains a struggling sin totem. When the claws touch the mountains, the totems will invade the earth's crust along the rock veins, transforming the entire mountain into an obsidian dragon claw relief. What oozes out of the nails is not blood, but a sticky storm. The grass and trees where the nails drip first grow wildly to a height of a hundred feet, and then collapse into a paper-cut phantom that cannot be directly described.

The most bizarre thing is the tail shape.

The coccyx vertebrae are clearly defined like a mountain range, and each bone has a gear-shaped meteorite armor protruding from its surface. Silver-white dust gushes out from the gaps between the armor plates, and upon closer inspection, it turns out to be countless microscopic streamer particles simulating the movement of the starry sky. The tail tip gradually fades into a translucent storm cloud, and when it sweeps across the sea, the seawater in some areas suddenly flows back into towering trees, while other areas of the water vaporize directly into mist.

When the Taimang spread its membranous wings to cover the sky, all the witnesses fell into collapse and despair. They had never expected that the Taimang could be so terrifying.

After all, the wing membrane is not a physical entity, but a web woven by the souls of billions of dead souls. Each wing bone is a solidified river of time, in which the silhouettes of the rise and fall of the demon and devil civilizations float. When the wings are fully extended, the light reflected by the twenty-four ribs actually forms a three-dimensional Luoshu matrix in the stratosphere. Every time the matrix rotates one degree, an element on the surface of the earth is activated and dissipated, over and over again.

Those dark golden scales that are said to be immortal are actually the eternal curse borne by Taimang.

Each dragon scale is an inverted tombstone of civilization, with the last prayers of the race destroyed by the Great Python etched on the front, and the chaotic bacteria plaques that continue to grow on the back. The serrations on the edge of the scales are actually miniature scales of judgment, with the first cry of babies on the tray on the left and the skulls of emperors piled up on the right, which are only weighed in thunderstorms.

In the gaps between the dragon's mouth opening and closing, one can occasionally glimpse the Taimang's oral universe, which is big enough to swallow the sun, moon and stars, and is extremely terrifying.

The base of the fangs is inlaid with a cage-like structure that imprisons stars, and the scarlet prominence flows through the gaps between the teeth into saliva. What stands upright on the tongue is not taste buds, but towering crystals of the spiritual charm of heaven and earth, with ancient Sanskrit words being copied from the tail crawling on the surface. A vortex that looks like a black hole is suspended deep in the throat, and the light it swallows forms a spiral aurora on the wall of the esophagus.

When the Great Python's breath finally fell, the entire plane began to fade. The mountains, rivers, lakes and seas that claimed to be unchanging from ancient times revealed their fragile nature in the dragon's might - they were just a veil covering the true face of the universe, and were now being torn into drifting dust by the claws of reality.

He wanted to destroy the Nine-tailed Fox God and would not allow such a powerful god to exist in the First Heaven. He was very clear that there was a problem in the First Heaven. Taimang, who was the ceiling of the First Heaven, or the gatekeeper, had to fulfill his duties!

When the nine-tailed fox's true form stood proudly on top of the sea of ​​clouds, the entire sky trembled. The blood moon coated the fox's head with a layer of enchanting silver, and the three thousand feet long fox body seemed to be cast from the Milky Way's star sand, with liquid moonlight flowing through every hair. Deep in the pair of narrow silver eyes, the nine pupils were like inlaid glass cups, with the innermost layer burning with ice-blue fox fire, and the three-color halo of gilded, cinnabar, and black ink was smudged outward in sequence.

Nine fox tails stretched out in the void, each manifesting a different law of heaven and earth. The first tail tip was hung with seven stars, and the Big Dipper pattern left a dark blue track on the sky; the second was entangled with the long river of moonlight, and the broken mirror surface was floating in the waves of silver light; the third was entangled with the Nine Nether Mysterious Thunder, and the purple lightning wove a web of destruction among the ink-colored fur. When the tail tip trembled, stardust and fire rain fell, burning glass-like holes in the clouds.

The tips of the fox's ears are covered with crystal icicles, and the twelve pairs of ear bone bells emit ethereal and clear sounds as the head turns. This sound penetrates the barriers of the three realms, causing mountains to tremble and rivers to flow backwards. The three strands of whiskers under the jaw float like flowing clouds, each entangled with yin and yang energy, and the Tai Chi pattern vaguely emerges in the black and white mist. When it opens its mouth to whistle, what gushes out between its lips and teeth is not sound waves, but the concrete spatial cracks - those dark cracks swallow the light, and when they close, thousands of chaotic blue lotuses bloom.

The most fascinating thing is the vertical line on the forehead, which looks like an unopened third eye and a sword mark that splits the sky and the earth. When the blood moon rises to the middle of the sky, the vertical line suddenly bursts, revealing a double pupil with colorful rays of light. Deep in the pupil is the scene of the beginning of the primitive world: the clear air rises and condenses into the thirty-three heavens, the turbid air sinks and turns into the eighteen layers of purgatory, and the figure of the nine-tailed fox penetrates the sky and the earth, and the nine long tails turn into the jade pillars that support the three realms.

The moonlight condensed into an ice crystal armor on its back, and each piece of armor was engraved with ancient demonic characters. These characters were not static, but moved on the armor like living things, sometimes turning into a winged Bifang, sometimes turning into a roaring Qiongqi. When the nine-tailed fox walked on the clouds, the demonic characters broke away from the armor and floated in the air, dragging a ten-mile long river of scriptures behind it.

The clouds that its four legs stepped on all turned into chalcedony, and spiritual springs gushed out from its claw marks. Its front paws were wrapped in bronze chains, and the rings were covered with star marks; its hind ankles wore red gold rings, and nine Chilongs around its body were swallowing and spitting Nanming Lihuo. The most bizarre thing was the two wings that grew on its back - the left wing was a burning phoenix feather, and the right wing was a bone wing made of white bones, and the power of life and death formed a black and white vortex at the tip of the wing.

When the nine-tailed fox fully unfolded its Dharma form, its nine long tails intertwined behind it into a wheel shape. As the wheel turned, the vast sea turned into mulberry fields, the morning light replaced the eternal night, and the shadows of the six reincarnations flowed at the tip of its tail. The falling tail hairs burned into fire meteors in mid-air, and when they landed, they bloomed into red spider lilies, with dewdrop-like fragments of memory rolling on the crimson petals. The whole world echoed with the ancient fox cry, and this sound caused ripples in the long river of time.

Although this is not the most complete form of the Nine-tailed Fox God, one tail has already transformed and solidified, possessing the power of the true body realm, and can control this power that exceeds the level of the first level!
(End of this chapter)