Martial Arts: I am in the Ming Cult and I am building a dynasty

However, the advancement of his own life-saving magic weapon, the Huangji Zhenshi Bell, brought Yang Zhao tremendous pressure, especially the layers of clouds and thunder that naturally gathered in the sky, which even made Yang Zhao feel a near-death crisis.

This kind of thunder tribulation from heaven and earth was not the divine power and lightning essence that Xiang Yutian had borrowed from the sky with his Yang Shen thoughts, but a real terrifying thunder that contained the power of heaven and earth.

Before becoming a true immortal, no matter how powerful a warrior is, he is still a human being.

Even if human beings are extraordinary, they can never compare with the vastness of nature.

Even though the thunder tribulation in the sky only represents a part of the power of heaven and earth, it is still not something Yang Zhao can deal with now.

Just when Yang Zhao was feeling a little overwhelmed.

In the void, a flash of white light flickered, and the fairy white jade ring that was originally hidden deep in the underground palace appeared in front of Yang Zhao. In the misty white light, a heroic figure like the Queen Mother of the Nine Heavens walked out.

The heroic woman who walked out of the white light was protected by a white jade plate that looked like a golden wheel of merit. Her figure could not be seen clearly, but behind her, there seemed to be an infinite amount of pure air descending from the sky, interweaving with the energy around her body, forming the Nine Heavens Qianjin Dao Mark, evolving the Muye battlefield.

The moment Yang Zhao saw the figure of the goddess, he suddenly had an epiphany.

This is the god of the fairy treasure white jade ring, which contains a trace of residual soul. It should be one of the top immortal gods that survived from ancient times or even more ancient times.

"Junior Yang Zhao greets the Goddess."

No matter what, the fairy white jade ring has protected the old Yang family for thousands of years. Perhaps the old Yang family also suffered a disaster because of the fairy white jade ring, but more often, it was the fairy white jade ring that expended its power to protect the existence of the old Yang family.

As the eldest son of the Yang family, it was not excessive for Yang Zhao to pay a great tribute to the deity in the fairy white jade ring.

After receiving Yang Zhao's salute, the white light on the goddess's body still did not dissipate. Instead, a white light mixed with layers of Qianjin Dao marks emitted and directly sank into the Huangji Zhenshi Bell in the sky.

When the Huangji Zhenshi Bell received this ray of dry golden white light, it suddenly seemed as if it had taken a tonic. It rushed forward with a rattling sound, and its size continued to grow. The shadow of the emperor with his back to the world on the wall of the bell became more and more solid.

"Boom!"

"Who is the peak at the end of the immortal road? Once you see the imperial road, it becomes nothing!"

Under the nourishment of the Qianjin white light, the spirituality in the Huangji Zhenshi Bell was quickly stimulated to the extreme, giving birth to a true god. The first words he said were the pretentious poem that has been running through ancient and modern times.

The natal magic weapon is the continuation of the practitioner's own Tao.

In a sense, the emperor's shadow with his back to all living beings in the Huangji Zhenshi Bell is the embodiment of a certain aspect of Yang Zhao's character.

Upon hearing that extremely intimidating poem, the originally high-profile goddess couldn't help but stiffen for a moment, then turned her head and looked at Yang Zhao with a smile.

The goddess' figure was shrouded in Taoist light, and no expression or features could be seen at all.

But Yang Zhao could clearly feel the ridicule, mockery and mockery coming from behind the light.

At this moment, Yang Zhao felt a little regretful. He regretted that when he had just refined the Huangji Zhenshi Bell, he told the story of the Wu Shi Emperor to the Huangji Zhenshi Bell out of pride and joy.

Zhenshi Zhong, ah Zhenshi Zhong, you are already a mature magic weapon, you can’t be so childish, you know.

Yang Zhao complained in his heart, but with an embarrassed but polite threat on his face, he looked at the goddess and said, "Goddess, this treasure was made when I was young and frivolous. I didn't know the depths of the world, so I took the meaning of the emperor's ultimate to suppress the world. It's a bit reckless."

The goddess waved her hand and said, "You are young and ambitious, and this is not an exaggeration. Your cultivation is not bad, and the capital of the clock is not bad either. If you work harder in the future, you may really have the power of the emperor to suppress the world. Don't let down that rather impressive poem."

Yang Zhao smiled awkwardly and said, "I will definitely live up to the Goddess's encouragement today. One day..."

The goddess glanced at Yang Zhao and said, "No need to say anything more. The thunder tribulation is coming soon. Everything will be discussed after the thunder tribulation. If you can't survive this thunder tribulation, it will be useless to say more."

Yang Zhao: “…”

Reality, it's so fucking real.

Only if you survive the thunder tribulation will you be given a chance to talk. If you fail, you won’t even be in the mood to talk.

Humph, you are awesome, you are noble, you are amazing.

You look down on me today, but I will make you unable to reach me in the future. Things will change over time.

Rumble!

Just when Yang Zhao was making all kinds of childish complaints in his heart, the clouds in the sky became nine hundred feet thick, blocking out the sun and shrouding the entire sky above Chang'an City.

The first bolt of lightning descended, shattering the boundless void like a divine sword of heaven, and transformed into a roaring thunder dragon as thick as a water tank, directly striking the Emperor's World-Suppressing Bell.

Boom!

Facing this thunder calamity from heaven and earth, the Huangji Zhenshi Bell did not dare to underestimate it in the slightest. The five-colored light on its surface suddenly burst out and transformed into wings like hanging clouds, wrapping its entire body in layer upon layer and colliding with the thunder in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, silver light exploded and splashed in the sky, illuminating the entire sky with a blanket of white.

This was the aura of thunder. Ordinary people did not dare to look up and could only hide in the house and tremble. Even for accomplished warriors, if their cultivation was insufficient, they would be so frightened that their eyes would hurt terribly, or even go blind, if they just glanced at the flashing white light.

Only those who are above the level of Grandmaster and have undergone a certain level of martial arts training can withstand this kind of divine power from heaven and earth. But even so, those with weaker martial arts will have their souls burned by this thunderous power. In more serious cases, their martial arts hearts will be directly destroyed.

Even Yang Zhao couldn't help but curse inwardly when faced with this kind of divine power from heaven and earth.

This kind of thunder tribulation and the mighty thunder borrowed from Yutian that day are completely different kinds.

Damn, is there anything that can withstand this kind of thunder tribulation?

"Goddess..."

"There is nothing I can do about this. Your precious bell is arrogant and has a strong temper. Even the heavens would be angry if you turned your back to the sky."

It turns out that a simple thunder tribulation from heaven and earth is not so terrifying.

But the god condensed by the Huangji Zhenshi Bell was too pretentious.

Our ancestors said that those who pretend to be cool will be struck by lightning.

The ancients never deceived me.

Yang Zhao looked at the silver lightning and thunder that exploded from the Huangji Zhenshi Bell, and a wail came from his heart. His heart sank to the bottom.

If God gives me another chance, I will never pretend to be cool again.

Wu Shi, I hate you.

Chapter 508 Yang Zhao's help, the second thunder tribulation

Lightning flashed brightly, silver arcs filled the sky, and under the terrifying power of the thunder, large areas of palaces collapsed completely.

After that terrifying thunder dragon fell.

The five-colored light on the Huangji Zhenshi Bell was like paper and was pierced through in an instant.

As the master of the Huangji Zhenshi Bell, Yang Zhao could see very clearly that the endless lightning plasma was like aqua regia poison that corroded everything. In just a moment, it left streaks of lightning on the wall of the Huangji Zhenshi Bell. Although it damaged the foundation, it also broke the defense of the Huangji Zhenshi Bell.

Even though he was thousands of meters away, Yang Zhao could still feel the continuous and dense thunder spreading directly into his body and soul along the line of cause and effect and destiny.

You bastard, you can be the ruthless emperor, or Ye Hei.

The derivation of gods is at most just a form of expression. Is it interesting to turn your back on the common people?

It’s too hard on myself.

Yang Zhao was helpless, and had already cursed the Huangji Zhenshi Bell in his heart, but after all, it was the offspring he had nurtured and refined, and it was also the foundation for him to establish his kingdom of God on earth in the future.

No matter how great the suffering or difficulty is, we have to help them get through it in the end.

"The bell and the method are united, the man and the god stand, turn!"

If the Huangji Zhenshi Bell could only resist on its own, before its deity was fully formed, it could at best be considered an artificial idiot, not even artificial intelligence, and could only resist foolishly.

However, Yang Zhao was able to use the connection between himself and his natal magic weapon to overcome the calamity together with the Huangji Zhenshi Bell.

The surging true energy was poured into the Huangji Zhenshi Bell with the help of the void.

With Yang Zhao's control, the Huangji Zhenshi Bell became obviously more excited. Like a dog relying on the power of its master, it burst out with layers of five-colored light again.

Moreover, the Huangji Zhenshi Bell received instructions from Yang Zhao. The bell body rotated, allowing the main body and the five-colored light to use their speed to continuously weaken the terrifying thunder.

After a full cup of tea.

The silver light in the sky dissipated, and the first thunder tribulation was finally passed without any danger.

Just after passing through a thunder disaster, the deity in the Huangji Zhenshi Bell seemed to have taken some powerful tonic and instantly grew one tenth larger. The figure with its back to the common people seemed to be ready to walk out of the bell wall at any time.

"Stupid guy, why are you pretending? Hurry up and adjust your status."

Yang Zhao was troubled by the Huangji Zhenshi Bell which was showing off all the time. He always felt like he was raising a Husky.

Don't be anxious, don't be angry. If you get angry enough, no one will be able to help you... bullshit.

Facing the Huangji Zhenshi Bell that was running wild, Yang Zhao directly guided it with his martial arts will and slammed a fist on the body of the bell, only then did the Huangji Zhenshi Bell calm down.

Then, taking advantage of the gap before the second thunder tribulation came, the reincarnation of the heavens in Yang Zhao's body began to turn, and the door to the divine treasure was completely opened. The rolling divine light turned into infinite original essence, which emerged like the waves of the Yangtze River and directly sank into the Huangji Zhenshi Bell.

The power of the Huangji Zhenshi Bell is ultimately due to its owner Yang Zhao.

The original essence that seemed to have no end, like a streak of silk across the sky, emitted a heart-stirring aura. Even the fairy treasure white jade ring was tempted to move when it saw this scene, but was finally suppressed by the figure of the goddess.

Yang Zhao’s original essence may not be high enough, but the quantity is too much.

Not only did the fairy treasure white jade ring move unusually, but Xiang Yutian, Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo, who were three thousand meters away in the square, were also stunned after seeing this scene.

Ordinary warriors can only sense their own essence, energy and spirit after they reach the realm of heaven and man.

Only after reaching the realm of Martial Saint can one condense essence, energy and spirit into one, transforming it into a body of mixed primordial essence that cannot be leaked. It takes about three to five months for one to cultivate an original essence.

Even someone as strong as Xiang Yutian, who is at the ceiling level of a Martial Saint and can be described as a prodigy that is rare in a thousand years, needs to cultivate an original essence every seven days when he first enters the realm of a Martial Saint.

After Xiang Yutian achieved the ceiling of Martial Saint, he was stuck for two hundred years. The Taoism he accumulated was the original essence.

This thing can burn.

For a martial artist, ordinary true energy is at most a fuel like firewood. If one wants to overcome the difficulties and obstacles on the path of martial arts, one must practice hard day and night, just like Yugong moving mountains, to level the obstacles on the path of martial arts.

The original essence is like aviation gasoline to a warrior. After accumulating enough skills, they can ignite it and take off directly. In a way that is almost like sudden enlightenment, they can drastically cut through the upper limit of the martial arts path.

Only you know how difficult it is to accumulate this thing.

But now, Xiang Yutian, Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo saw something. It was a string of original essence that was like a river in the sky. Even a little bit of it was revealed casually. It must have taken three to five years of cultivation.

Xiang Yutian was stunned for a long time, then turned his head stiffly to look at Yang Jian and Dugu Jialuo, and said, "Old sly fellow, Dugu sister, what kind of freak did you two give birth to?"

Yang Jian was delighted at first, but then his face darkened and he cursed: "You old devil, you are bullshitting me. Zhao'er is my and Jialuo's grandson, a grandson, not a son."

Dugu Jialuo also looked at Xiang Yutian with a sharp gaze, with a sharp sword intent in his body that was fluctuating.

Xiang Yutian smiled awkwardly and said, "Almost the same, almost the same, they are all from your Yang family anyway."

Seeing Xiang Yutian surrender.

Yang Jian just calmed down a little, and took Dugu Jialuo's hand, saying: "Jialuo, you see, our grandson has the potential of a great emperor, and can reach the pinnacle of the human way."

Dugu Jialuo was also very excited, but also a little worried.

Yang Jian patted Dugu Jialuo and said, "Jialuo, don't worry. Zhao'er has the good fortune of the Sui Dynasty and the protection of the Yang family's inherited treasure. He will definitely be able to go against the current and sail smoothly..."

At this time, Yang Zhao didn't know that his grandfather was constantly setting various flags for him from a distance.

At this time, Yang Zhao had already sensed the gathering of the second thunder in the sky.

Compared to the first thunder before.

It was just like an appetizer before, and now the main course has begun.

The clouds that covered the sky breathed in and out like waves, and after shrinking to the extreme, they suddenly spewed out a bolt of lightning that was tens of meters thick and fell straight down like a pillar of light that pierced the sky and the earth.

Rumble, rumble!

Under this thunder, the entire Daxing Palace, and even the Chang'an City, seemed to have encountered a dragon turning over, and trembled with an almost wailing sound.

When Yang Zhao saw this, he felt a black screen before his eyes, and his black hair instantly stood straight up.

grass.

This doesn't give any way out.

Chapter 509: High Martial Arts Turns into Fantasy, Treasure Bell Half-Step Sublimation

The thunderbolt was so ferocious that it was comparable to destroying the heaven and earth.

The majestic thunderous divine light stood in the void like a thousand-foot-high pillar of light, reaching heaven and earth. It was even more shocking than when Li Chungang's sword opened the sky gate.

The brilliant light illuminates time, and every ray of light is transformed from the ultimate power of thunder.

At this moment, Yang Zhao also tried his best.

Faced with the nearly world-destroying pillar of lightning, Yang Zhao for the first time completely released his suppression of the door in his body. The wheel of reincarnation evolved from his internal organs spun madly, and the divine treasure in his body spewed out infinite divine light, dyeing Yang Zhao's entire body as if he were sitting in gold.

The original essence, like the surging of a river, escaped from the pores all over Yang Zhao's body, transformed into a halo of light that swirled around him, forming a flame several feet high, causing Yang Zhao to float into the air.

suck!