On the top of the Wutu Mountain, a silver-haired figure stood there. Thunderclouds rolled and roared above his head, and thunder continued to fall and hit the body.
Going from the foot of the mountain is like going through a great tribulation of heaven.
The silver-haired figure actually remained motionless, enduring attacks again and again.
Not only that, at this time, no one moved in the entire Wutu Mountain. Those who could stay on the mountain stayed in their own place, quietly receiving the baptism of the Great Dao and Heavenly Thunder.
Throughout the sacred mountain, divine thunder continued to fall from the sky.
This scene is like a miracle and shocking.
"How many thunders have fallen?" Someone asked from the bottom of the sacred mountain.
"One hundred and seventy-two." Someone said. As he spoke, his eyes were still staring in the direction of Ye Futian. He withstood more than a hundred thunderstorms on the top of the mountain and was not shaken at all. However, many people in other parts of the sacred mountain , could no longer bear being shaken down the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, with Ye Futian's body as the center, an endless and huge thunder net gradually appeared, spreading down towards the sacred mountain, as if it wanted to cover the entire sacred mountain.
"Looking at this trend, he really wants to challenge the record." Someone said.
However, just imagining the nine hundred thunders from the sky can make one's heart tremble and his scalp numb.
Not to mention Jiubaidao, looking at the scene on the top of the sacred mountain, it seems to be just a thunder, which is daunting.
"Let's see how much of the Wu Tu Ming Lei Dao Seed he can refine." The person next to him said, how many Heavenly Thunder Seeds he can withstand, refining the Heavenly Thunder Dao Seed plays a very important role.
The opening of the Eight Sacred Mountains is the way of heavenly thunder, just like an enlightenment.
For those who practice the thunder method, it is an opportunity. They can have the opportunity to be forcibly planted with the Wutu Minglei Tao seed, so as to refine their perception and drive the Wutu Minglei. The stronger the perception, the more powerful they can resist when they withstand the thunder. The force becomes stronger.
Otherwise, if you rely on your cultivation to withstand nine hundred thunders, you will die without knowing how.
As time goes by, there are fewer and fewer people on the sacred mountain, and it is obvious that they cannot withstand the increasingly powerful thunder.
After what seemed like a long time, there were finally only three people left on the Wutu Mountain.
Ye Futian, Lu Yu and Zhu Qi.
But at this time, Zhu Qi also spit out blood. She raised her head and glanced at the figure in the sky. She felt a little admiration in her heart, then turned around and jumped down from the sacred mountain.
Unexpectedly, today an unknown cultivator will challenge the record of the sacred mountain.
Sighing one after another, he came here to record, but was hurt by Ye Futian. Now it is unbearable. After Zhu Qi, he turned around and walked down the sacred mountain lonely.
Before, he was so powerful that everyone thought he would be the one standing on the top of the mountain.
Now, it has been reduced to a foil.
It was as if his presence was a foil to this white-haired young man.
Finally, there was only one person left in the majestic sacred mountain. He stood on the top of the sacred mountain, enjoying the attention of the world and becoming the only one.
"Eight hundred and twenty thunders from the sky." Someone murmured, and his heart was shaking. The record was not far away.
That figure still stood there steadily, like an ancient god.
At this time, Ye Futian on the top of the mountain was actually under great pressure.
When the sky thunder strikes, each sky thunder will plant a Dao Seal. At this time, there are countless Dao Seal seeds in his body, and the ancient trees of the Life Soul World have also turned into ancient thunder trees, shining with dazzling light.
What’s even more frightening is that these seeds resonate with all the thunder paths on the sacred mountain. This Wutu sacred mountain is like a thunder path mountain. He stands on the top of the mountain and withstands the thunder. When the thunder falls, the seals in his body are Being activated, Daoshan's endless thunder resonated. The destructive power of that moment was unimaginable how terrifying it was. The closer it got to the later stage, the stronger it became.
However, his life soul can devour and absorb all the power of thunder, so until this moment, he can still stand steadily without moving an inch. But even so, every time the sky thunder falls, he will still feel the terrifying concussive force.
Ye Futian felt the endless thunder in his body. This was the Wu Tu Ming Lei. The eight major heavenly thunders of the Zixiao Palace were inherited in the orthodox tradition, including Yi Mu Zheng Lei, Bing Huo Yang Lei, Guishui Yin Lei, Geng Jin Jie Lei, Zhu Xie Shen Lei, and Slaughter. The God-Demon Thunder, the Purple Thunder of Life and Death, and the other seven orthodox thunder paths, have no idea how powerful they are.
Zixiao Heavenly Palace combines the eight major Thunder Dao orthodoxies into one, and the seventy-two levels of Thunder Techniques will be so terrifying.
"Boom." Another sky thunder came, and in an instant, the entire sacred mountain lit up with brilliant thunder light, as if it was one with his body and resonated. Ye Futian's body also flashed with thunder light and turned into a thunder body.
The thunder from the sky kept falling, and the people at the foot of the sacred mountain were counting silently in their hearts.
"Eight hundred and ninety-one thunders from the sky." Everyone's hearts were trembling. Standing below, they all felt suffocated.
"Eight hundred and ninety-two."
"Eight hundred and ninety-three..."
When the eight hundred and ninety-nine thunderbolts fell, everyone's breathing seemed to stop and they were extremely nervous.
"boom!"
A bright light bloomed, falling from the sky, and the 900th thunder descended on the Wutu Mountain and landed on Ye Futian's body.
Heavenly thunder, nine hundred, this is a record.
The sacred mountain lights up, and the light of thunder travels throughout the sacred mountain. The figure on the top of the sacred mountain still stands firmly there, and the nine hundred thunders from the sky are still intact.
This means that he is far from reaching his limit.
"The record is about to be broken." Countless people thought to themselves, and not long after, another thunderstorm fell, breaking the record of Wutu Mountain.
A new record is born in Wutu Mountain. Ye Futian will be accepted as a direct disciple by Emperor Ziming.
Can he replace Zhang Changqing, who set the previous record, and become the future orthodox heir of the Wutu lineage of Zixiao Tiangong
In the future, maybe he will have an exciting competition with Zhang Changqing.
After all, everyone now regards Zhang Changqing as the successor of Ziming Emperor, that is, the successor of Wutu Minglei.
Outside the sacred mountain area, there are many powerful people. They look towards the direction of the sacred mountain. Zhang Changqing is also standing there, standing with his hands behind his back.
"Changqing, your record has been broken." An old man next to him said.
"Records are meant to be broken." Zhang Changqing's voice seemed calm and not too disturbing.
There are no eternal records.
The old man smiled and said: "Indeed, it's just that from the Wutu lineage, you will have competitors in the future."
Zhang Changqing looked inside and said: "It is a good thing that someone like this comes from the Wutu lineage. As for the competitor... I hope he has such a talent."
"You are confident." The old man smiled and said nothing more. He knew Zhang Changqing's talent. His talent in thunder and lightning skills was extraordinary. They are now the number one person in Ziming Sect and the most valued successor of Emperor Ziming. .
However, we still don’t know who the person who broke the record is.
Zhang Changqing didn't say anything more, but said: "Many people have arrived again. I don't understand why just a descendant of the Gu family has attracted the attention of so many big shots, even though Gu Tianxing was standing on the top of the clouds back then. Character, but after all, it is only Gu Tianxing. For many years, the Gu family has been the only person. Even if there are descendants of the Gu family, they are just one of them among all living beings. Why is it worthy of such an effort? It is said that Zixiao Tiangong Someone is going to come and take him away."
"Since it happened, there is a reason. I heard that the Gu family reached its peak in the hands of Gu Tianxing. The Gu family can almost represent the entire Haotian Immortal Sect. Gu Tianxing also evolved the immortal method that belongs to the Gu family alone. To the extreme, there is a chance to break the shackles of heaven. After his rise, the Gu family ushered in the heyday of the Twelve Immortals, almost standing at the top of the heavenly world. There must be a reason why those big shots attach so much importance. "
Zhang Changqing nodded slightly and did not ask any more questions.
At this time, in the direction of the sacred mountain, the thunder from the sky was still rolling incessantly.
Below the sacred mountain, countless people looked up at the sky and stared at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian, he continues to bear the thunder.
"The eight sacred mountains are opened, and the divine thunder from the sky spreads the foundation. The number of thunders is nine hundred and ninety-nine. Does he want to challenge the number?" Someone said, it's too crazy.
This extreme number is exactly what many people call the Thousand Ways of Heavenly Thunder!
Of the eight sacred mountains, only three were broken to the extreme and withstood a complete 999 thunders until the thunders disappeared on their own.
Now, will Ye Futian challenge this feat at Wutu Sacred Mountain
Qi You looked up at the sky, feeling a little speechless.
The most talented person in the Red Dragon Realm has not only broken the record of the Wutu Mountain, he seems to be challenging the limits of the eight sacred mountains.
"Nine hundred and thirty-six."
Countless people were counting silently in their hearts, and every thunder struck their hearts.
When the thunder fell from the sky, they all clenched their fists with strong anticipation.
Nowadays, it is no longer the record of impacting the Wutu Mountain, but the number of impacts.
If successful, Wutu Mountain will be the fourth mountain to break the limit.
Outside, Zhang Changqing's face was no longer as calm as before, but looked slightly moved.
This is no longer about breaking his record, but about leaving it far behind and challenging the extreme.
Before, people in the world would compare each other with him, but now, this is a throw away.
The old men next to him also had strange expressions, but they were also a little excited in their hearts.
They also want to see the Wutu Mountain's extreme numbers broken.
"Nine hundred and ninety-six." An old man murmured.
Not only them, but very far away from the Holy Mountain, in the Ziming Palace, a group of figures stood on a high platform, looking into the distance.
Even Emperor Ziming came here in person at this time, standing with his hands behind his hands, looking into the distance. Those eyes seemed to be able to see through the void and look towards the land of the sacred mountain.
"Boom." A sky thunder fell, and Emperor Ziming was wearing a long robe. There were many top figures around him, even people at the level of the Human Emperor. They came from other orthodox forces, but at this time, they all looked into the distance.
"The last one." Someone murmured.
As his voice fell, a thunderbolt fell, and a smile appeared on Ziming Huang's indifferent face.
Today, the Wu Tu lineage represented by his Zi Ming Sect has been broken in the sacred mountain.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Many people bowed slightly to Emperor Ziming and congratulated him.
Emperor Ziming will have another talented disciple!
(End of chapter)