On the top of the Wutu Mountain, a silver-haired figure stood there, and the thunderclouds above his head rolled and roared, and the sky thunder continued to descend and blast on the body.
Going from the foot of the mountain is like a catastrophe.
The silver-haired figure remained motionless, withstanding attacks again and again.
Not only that, at this time, the entire Wutu sacred mountain is no longer moving, and everyone who can stay on the sacred mountain stays in one place, quietly carrying the baptism of the sky and thunder.
Throughout the sacred mountain, divine thunder constantly descended from the sky.
This scene, like a miracle, shocked people's hearts.
"How many sky thunders have fallen?" Someone under the mountain said.
"One hundred and seventy-two." Someone said, his eyes still staring in the direction where Ye Futian was when he spoke. , Can't bear to be shaken down the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, with Ye Futian's body as the center, an infinite and huge thunder net gradually appeared, spreading 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." Humane said.
It's just that there are nine hundred thunders, just imagination, it makes people feel heart trembling and scalp numb.
Don't talk about nine hundred ways, looking at the scene on the top of the sacred mountain, it seems to be just a sky thunder, which is daunting.
"Look at how much he can refine the Wutu Minglei Dao seed." The human Dao next to him can withstand how many heavenly thunders, and the refining heavenly thunder Dao seed plays an extremely important role.
The opening of the eight great sacred mountains was originally the way of the heavenly thunder, just like a divine enlightenment.
For those who practice thunder, it is an opportunity to be able to forcibly plant the Wutu Ming thunder Dao seeds, thereby refining the perception and driving the Wutu Ming thunder. The stronger the force.
Otherwise, if you rely on your cultivation base to carry the nine hundred thunders, you won't know how to die.
With the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer people on the sacred mountain, and it is obvious that they cannot withstand the ever-increasing sky thunder.
It seemed that after a long time, there were only three people left on the Mount Wutu.
Ye Futian, Lu Yu and Zhuqi.
But at this time, Zhu Qi also vomited blood. She raised her head and glanced at the figure in the sky, with a faint admiration in her heart, and then turned and jumped down the mountain.
Unexpectedly, an unknown practitioner today will challenge the record of the mountain.
He sighed one after another. He came to record, but he was hurt by Ye Futian. Now he can't bear it. After Zhuqi, he turned and walked down the mountain lonely.
Before him, Yiqi Juechen was unbelievable, everyone thought he would be a person standing on the top of the mountain.
Today, it has become a foil.
It seems that his existence is to set off this white-haired young man.
Finally, there is only one person left on the majestic mountain. He stands on the top of the mountain, enjoying the attention of the world and becoming the only one.
"There are eight hundred and twenty heavenly thunders." Someone murmured, trembling in his heart, and it was not far from the record.
The figure still stood firmly there, like an ancient god.
At this time, Ye Futian on the top of the mountain was also under great pressure.
When the sky thunder blasts, every sky thunder will plant Dao seals. At this time, there are countless Dao seal seeds in his body. The ancient tree of the soul world has also turned into the ancient thunder tree, shining with dazzling light.
What’s more terrifying is that these seeds resonate with all the ways of thunder on the mountain. This sacred mountain is like a mountain of thunder. He stands on the top of the mountain and bears the thunder. Being urged, Daoshan's endless thunder resonated, and the destructive power at that moment was hard to imagine how terrible it was.
However, his life soul can swallow all the thunder power, so until this moment, he can still stand steadily, without moving any minute, but even so, every time the sky thunder descends, he will still feel the terrible shocking power.
Ye Futian feels the endless thunder in his body. This is Wutu Minglei, the orthodox inheritance of the eight great heavenly thunders in the Zixiao Tiangong, as well as Yimu Zhenglei, Binghuoyang Thunder, Guishui Yin Thunder, Gengjin Tribulation Thunder, Evil God Thunder, Slaughter God and Demon Thunder, Birth and Death Purple Thunder, and the other seven thunder paths are orthodox, I don't know how powerful they are.
Zixiao Tiangong combines the orthodoxy of the eight great thunder tracts in one, and the seventy-two thunder cultivation methods are so terrifying.
"Boom." Another sky thunder came, and in an instant, the entire sacred mountain lit up with a brilliant thunder light, as if it resonated with his body, and Ye Futian's body also shone with thunder light, turning into a thunder body.
The sky thunder kept coming down, and the people under the sacred mountain counted silently in their hearts.
"Eight hundred and ninety-one heavenly thunders." Everyone's heart trembled, standing below, they all felt suffocated.
"Eight hundred and ninety two."
"Eight hundred and ninety three..."
When the eight hundred and ninety-nine heavenly thunders descended, everyone seemed to stop breathing and was extremely nervous.
"boom!"
A strong light bloomed, descending from the sky, and the nine hundred thunderbolt descended on Wutu Shenshan and fell on Ye Futian's body.
Tianlei, nine hundred roads, this is a record.
The sacred mountain lights up, and the light of thunder walks over the entire sacred mountain. The figure on the top of the sacred mountain still stands firmly there. There are nine hundred thunders in the sky, still intact.
This means that he is far from reaching his limit.
"The record is about to be broken." Countless people secretly said in their hearts. Not long after, another sky thunder descended, breaking the record of Wutu Shenshan.
The new record of Wutu Mountain is born, Ye Futian, will be adopted as a direct disciple by the Emperor Zi Ming.
Can he replace Zhang Changqing, who set previous records, and become the future orthodox heir of the Wutu line of Zixiao Tiangong
In the future, maybe he will have an inspiring competition for Zhang Changqing.
After all, everyone now regards Zhang Changqing as the successor of the Purple Underworld Emperor, that is, the successor of Wutu Minglei.
Outside the sacred mountain area, there are many powerful men, and they look at the direction of the sacred mountain, Zhang Changqing is also standing there, standing with his hands behind.
"Changqing, your record was broken." An old man next to him said.
"The record book is for breaking." Zhang Changqing's voice seemed very calm, and there was not much disturbance.
There is no eternal record.
The old man smiled and said, "Indeed, it's just that you have a competitor in the future."
Zhang Changqing looked inside and said: "It is a good thing to have such a character again in the same vein in Wutu. As for the competitor... I hope he has such a talent."
"You are self-confident." The old man smiled and didn't say much. He knew Zhang Changqing's talents, and his talents and attainments above Thunder Magic were superb. They are now the first person in the Zi Ming Sect and the most important descendant of the Zi Ming Emperor. .
It's just that, now I don't know what the person who broke the record is.
Zhang Changqing didn’t say much, but said: “A lot of people have arrived. I don’t understand why just a descendant of the Gu family attracted the attention of so many big people, even though Gu Tianxing was standing on the top of the cloud. Characters, but after all, it was only Gu Tianxing alone. For many years, the Gu clan was the only person. Even if the Gu clan had heirs and placed among the many beings, he was only one of them. Why is it worthwhile to mobilize people like this? It is said that Zixiao Tiangong People are coming, take him away."
"Since it happened, it has its own reasons. I heard that the Gu family line reached its peak in the hands of Gu Tianxing. Only the Gu family line can almost represent the entire Haotian fairy gate. Gu Tianxing has also evolved the immortal law that belongs to the Gu family alone. To the extreme, there is a chance to break the shackles of the heavens. After his rise, the Gu clan ushered in the heyday of the twelve immortals, and he has almost stood on the top of the heavenly realm. There must be a reason why those big people pay so much attention to it. "
Zhang Changqing nodded slightly and did not ask any more.
At this time, the direction of the mountain, the sky thunder is still, rolling endlessly.
Below the sacred mountain, countless people looked up at the sky and stared at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian, he continues to bear the sky thunder.
"The eight sacred mountains are open, the heaven descending god thunder preaching foundation, the sky thunder pole number is nine hundred and ninety-nine, is he going to challenge the pole number?" Someone said, it was crazy.
Of the eight sacred mountains, only three sacred mountains have been broken, and they have endured a complete nine hundred and ninety-nine sky thunders until the sky thunders disappear by themselves.
Now, Ye Futian will challenge this feat in Wutu Mountain
Qi You looked up at the sky, faintly speechless.
The most talented person in the Chilong realm, now, not only broke the record of the Wutu Mountain, he seems to be challenging the limit of the Eight Great Mountain.
"Nine hundred thirty six."
Countless people counted silently in their hearts, and every sky thunder fell, impacting their hearts.
When Lei came down nine hundred and nine on the same day, they all clenched their fists, with a strong sense of expectation.
Today, it is no longer the record of impacting Wutu Shenshan, but the number of impacts.
If it succeeds, Wutu Mountain is the fourth sacred mountain to break the limit.
Outside, Zhang Changqing's face was no longer as calm as before, but a little moved.
This is not breaking his record, but throwing it away and challenging the extreme number.
Before, people in the world would compare each other with him, but now, this is a throw away.
The old man next to him also showed a weird look, but he was also a little excited.
They also want to see the pole number of Wutu Mountain can be broken.
"Nine hundred and ninety-six." An old man murmured.
Not only them, but in a place extremely far away from the sacred mountain, in the Purple Underworld Palace, a group of figures stood on a high platform, looking into the distance.
Even the Purple Underworld Emperor came here personally at this time, standing with his hands held down, looking far away, those eyes seemed to be able to look through the void and look towards the land of the sacred mountain.
"Boom." A sky thunder descended, and the Purple Underworld Emperor was hunting and hunting in his long robe. There were many top figures and even human emperor level existences around them. They came from other orthodox forces, but at this time, they all looked far away.
"The last one." Someone murmured.
As his voice fell, a sky thunder descended, and a smile appeared on Zi Minghuang's indifferent face.
Today, the Wutu line represented by his Zi Mingzong has broken the number of sacred mountains.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Many people bowed slightly towards the Emperor Zi Ming, congratulating the Emperor Zi Ming.
Zi Minghuang, there will be one more disciple with outstanding talent!