Zhang Yang flipped his wrist, a ring of spirit beasts appeared in his hand, and Fa Jue squeezed it.
"receive!"
Zhang Yang spat out a word.
hum—
In the rhythmic fluctuation of mana, the little silver-winged magic ants around received the order, like a black tide, rushing towards the spirit beast ring in Zhang Yang's hand.
In a short time, the surrounding space was extremely clean.
"Hey! These little silver-winged magic ants have just been born, and their thinking is still very simple, so they don't have any discount on the execution of orders."
Zhang Yang smiled slightly, and put the spirit beast ring into his sleeve robe.
The reason why Zhang Yang said this is because the first batch of silver-winged magic ants he bred have now grown to the size of a fist, and each of them is extremely powerful.
The more powerful the silver-winged devil ant is, the more spiritual power it will consume when serving as a guardian.
Zhang Yang felt that the limit of how he could control this group of silver-winged magic ants was about two to three thousand. If there were any more, there was a danger of losing control at any time.
And when Zhang Yang controlled this batch of silver-winged magic ants to more than 3,000, he would feel a little powerless, and there was no problem in letting them attack or eat.
However, it often takes a lot of effort to get them back to the spirit beast ring.
Because those silver-winged magic ants also like the abundance of aura and food in the outside world, and they don't want to return to the boring spirit beast ring at all.
Every time, Zhang Yang wrestled with them to take them back.
…
Xu Yunze.
A human grey-robed monk stood proudly, with mana pumping all over his body, and his clothes were automatic without wind.
Rumble—
In the sky, patches of thick black clouds quickly gathered, amidst the flashes of lightning, bursts of muffled thunder resounded.
The sky is cloudy, and the thunder catastrophe is about to come.
Not far away, another white-clothed monk was watching all this anxiously.
"Fellow Daoist Luo, why did you come here! You disregarded the high ranks and forcibly led down the thunder tribulation. Even if you can successfully survive the thunder tribulation, you will become the public enemy of the entire cultivation world. Senior Fucang will never let you go!" your!"
"Fellow Daoist Ma, you don't need to say much. Luo has his own way of doing things. Fellow Daoist is just protecting the Dharma. This is the depths of Xuyun Lake. We will leave immediately after we pass through the thunder disaster. The Fucang is not everywhere, he How can you catch us?" The grey-robed monk surnamed Luo was full of persistence.
Not realizing it at all, the white shirted "Ma Daoyou" had a flash of shame in his eyes.
…
Fairyland. Lei Chi.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The figure flickered, Ajialu, the crane-staffed man with white hair and childlike face holding an iron crutch, and the deer sword spirit with a long sword on his back stood side by side. Under their hands was an extremely fat monk who looked like a meat bun.
At this time, these four people were watching the fluctuation of the black energy in the thunder pool, and saw a vortex slowly forming.
There was a flash of joy on the faces of several people, followed by a slightly disappointed expression.
"It seems that it is just an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator of the human race who has advanced to the Lightning Tribulation of Transformation God... After hundreds of years, it is really unbearable for the cultivation world to wait for just one such thunder disaster!"
Hezhangke snorted coldly, with a look of disdain flashing on his face.
"It's true that the world of comprehension can't be compared with the ancient times, but it wasn't so unbearable in the past." Ajialu said pointedly.
"Oh? What's the meaning of the master's words?" Hezhangke asked.
"There is no need for the great monk to say anything more. If Gou Huan and Bi Wang can come back successfully, everything will be clear." Ajialu said with a calm expression on his face.
"not good!"
Next to him, Lu Jianling, who was carrying a long sword and had two meat buns on his bald head, suddenly exclaimed.
Everyone looked at the rolling Lei Chi, and their expressions changed.
…
Rumble—
In the sky, the thick black clouds became lower and lower, as if the entire sky had collapsed.
"Thunder Tribulation! Hahaha... Thunder Tribulation has finally arrived!"
"I, Luo Xiang, have been cultivating hard for thousands of years, and I'm finally going to see the real chapter!"
Luo Xianglai looked up at the sky, laughed loudly, and the robe on his body fluttered.
Swish!
A top-level defensive magic weapon was sacrificed, it rose against the wind, and turned into a shield the size of a millstone, blocking Luo Xianglai's head.
With this heavy defense, Luo Xiangming couldn't help but feel more confident.
"Hmph! You've done your own crimes, you can't live!"
Suddenly, a cold snort made Luo Xiang feel like falling into an ice cave, and the complacency just now completely disappeared.
Swish!
The figure flashed, and a short figure appeared not far away.
This figure was only three feet tall, like a boy, but when Luo Xiangxiang saw this figure, his face suddenly changed and he was immediately stunned.
Dwarf boy. This short figure is exactly the dwarf boy that Fu Cang has tamed.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Xianglai let out an exclamation, and looked at the "Ma Daoyou" beside him with angry eyes.
"Ma Gu! You despicable villain, I gave you a life-saving favor in vain, and promised you a quasi-celestial artifact in return, yet you betrayed me?"
At this time, where did Luo Xiang come from and still don't know what's going on
"You insist on going your own way, you don't listen to advice, and you want to bring disaster to my entire cultivation world. Naturally, I won't tolerate you. The kindness you saved my life back then has long been repaid in the past five hundred years. .” Ma Gu immediately retorted.
"Little man! Despicable!" Luo Xianglai yelled at himself.
"Humph! I don't know how to repent!" The dwarf boy snorted coldly, with the mana in his hands concentrated, a seal, and moved towards Ma Guyin.
Luo Xianglai pinched Fa Jue in his hand, and the shield that was originally covering his head immediately changed direction and covered it in front of him.
Boom!
The seal was printed right on the shield.
Amidst the explosion, the huge impact of the shield drove Luo Xiang to throw it far away.
"The old man has nothing to repent! The deadline is approaching, I finally broke through the barrier, and I have the opportunity to advance to become a god, but you don't let me go through the thunder catastrophe... Rather than waiting for my life to run out and fall, it's better to fight to the death! "That Luo Xiang was thrown back by the shield, spitting blood, but still shouting.
"Since you are so obsessed with obsession, then go to die!"
A cold look flashed in the dwarf boy's eyes.
The mana in his hand fluctuated, and the mace was thrown out.
humming—
Amidst the tremor, countless maces broke away from the rod body, turned into streams of light, and shot toward Luo Xianglai.
Click!
The peak defensive magic weapon had been hit just now, and the light was dim. Now, a series of streamers hit it one after another, and with a crisp sound, the shield immediately shattered.
However, the mace's teeth continued to shoot, but the momentum was not fading.
Puff puff!
Amidst the howling, Luo Xianglai's body was immediately stabbed into a blood gourd.
call out!
With a flash of light, a Nascent Soul was about to flee, and the dwarf boy naturally wouldn't give him a chance, with a seal in his hand.
Boom!
Without mercy, he directly blasted that Nascent Soul into a powder.
The whole process is complicated to describe, but the speed of the movement of the monk who transforms the spirit is only a short moment.
With Luo Xianglai's fall, the clouds in the sky gradually began to disperse.
…
"What... what's going on here? Could it be that this cultivator is so incompetent that he didn't even survive the first wave of thunder tribulation?" He Zhangke was full of disbelief.
Although Lei Jie is dangerous, the general danger is reflected in the middle and late stages of Lei Jie.
Because the power of Thunder Tribulation increases exponentially with the passage of time.
As for the thunder calamity in the early stage, it is not very powerful. Even a human monk, even if he does not have any treasures, as long as he can cultivate to this point, he can survive the first wave of thunder calamity with physical strength.
Of course, there are special circumstances, that is, those monks encountered hardships and were seriously injured before crossing the catastrophe.
Could it be that everyone's luck is so bad, waiting for hundreds of years, just waiting for such a thunder disaster
Ajialu's words broke everyone's guess.
"No! Impossible! The thunder tribulation hasn't even started yet, and even the first thunderbolt is just in the making."
"hiss-"
At Ajialu's words, both Hezhangke and Lu Jianling gasped. Several people looked at each other with worried expressions in their eyes.
"The thunder calamity starts to dissipate before it comes. There is only one situation, that is... the person who wants to cross the calamity has already fallen! In this way, the only thunder calamity in hundreds of years will end without a problem." Lu Jianling The two bald bumps on the head slightly reflect the light.
"Gou Huan and Bi Wang have already failed!" He Zhangke said calmly, but his lips trembled slightly, which betrayed his heart.
After such a long time, Gou Huan and Bi Wang not only did not return, they did not even send any news. With the wisdom of a few people, it is natural to see the problem.
"Bushken! Your good apprentice!" Crane Sticker turned around suddenly, and stared fiercely at the fat monk next to him.
The latter immediately showed a respectful look:
"Master, calm down! This junior is willing to go down to the realm himself, and punish those lawless people in the realm of cultivation."
Bushken's fat face trembled. Although he was unwilling to take risks, Master and other people discussed the matter, but they called him a little golden fairy, and he knew what it meant without asking.
At this time, he naturally had to cooperate with his master, otherwise, the end would definitely be ten times more miserable.
"Okay! Since you have this request, the old man can't deny it. Be prepared, wait for the opportunity, and be ready to go down to the world at any time." Only then did Crane Sticker show a satisfied expression and nodded.
Have this requirement
Bushken immediately slandered in his heart, but he still kept a respectful expression on his face, not daring to show even a trace of dissatisfaction.
"Perhaps, the situation in the cultivation world is much worse than we imagined." At this time, Ajialu spoke again.
"Oh? What's the meaning of Master's words?" Hezhangke asked.
"Could it be that the few of you thought that the thunder calamity dissipated as soon as it was engulfed, and everything was a coincidence?"
After Ajialu finished speaking, his eyes flashed and swept over several people.
"Master, what do you mean, the cultivation world has taken precautions and is deliberately controlling Lei Jie?" He Zhang Ke asked back.
"That's right! Exactly. The Great Monk, I control the Thunder Pool, and I am very familiar with the rules of the Thunder Pool's operation. The number of thunder disasters in the past few hundred years is definitely problematic." Ajialu said.
"Hmph! The old man still doesn't believe it. Could it be that they can control all the lightning tribulations of all high-ranking monks and prevent them from going through the thunder calamity?" Lu Jianling snorted coldly.
"If that's the case, we save energy and don't have to do anything. In less than a few thousand years, those people in the cultivation world will consume themselves to death." Hezhangke also said.
"Not necessarily! Not exactly! The Great Monk always has something wrong in his heart... choose the right time! Maybe, it would be better for us to go down in person."
"Are we going down to the realm ourselves? Master, are you kidding me? The backlash force of this interface varies according to the strength. For beings like you and me, if we want to go down to the realm, the backlash force we will suffer is absolutely terrifying. Among them, the danger is much greater than that of real immortals and golden immortals. It is better to leave these matters to Bushken. Can a fragmented cultivation world give birth to existences stronger than Bushken? "
With Crane Sticker's words, Bushken just wanted to scold his father.
You all know the danger of the backlash force of the interface, don't I know it
However, on the surface, he must be extremely respectful and authentic:
"What the master said is true, for a small cultivation world, it is enough to have juniors in the lower realm."
"That's good! Let's give some more treasures. When we get to the lower realms, we must be careful everywhere. If it doesn't work this time, we can't hesitate any longer." people say.
The latter two looked at each other and nodded.
In their hearts, why not feel a little uneasy.
…
A high mountain is like Optimus Prime.
The white clouds are floating, not on the mountainside, but at the foot of the mountain, which shows how high the mountain is.
call out!
A stream of light quickly escaped from a distance. When approaching the foot of the mountain, he suddenly changed direction and came directly upwards.
Hurrah!
The wind whistled directly through the clouds. The speed is so fast that it rubs against the surrounding air, producing light and heat, as if the whole body is wrapped in a stream of fire.
Seeing the rapid rise along this sky-high mountain.
Finally, the mountain standing by Optimus Prime became thinner and thinner, and the scenery in front of him changed, and the peak of the mountain was a huge platform.
clatter!
The streamer paused and turned into a human figure, with both feet landing on the ground.
His body was full of knotted muscles, his figure was tall and burly, and his long disheveled hair looked like a savage, giving him an extremely powerful visual shocking effect.
Fujimoto!
This person is Fujiyuan!
However, he is not a stone sculpture now, but a flesh and blood existence.
In front of him, in the middle and center of the platform on the top of the mountain, surrounded by a blazing light, a huge ax floated in the air and slowly rotated.
But seeing this huge ax is several feet long, the ax blade is sharp, the whole body of the ax is blue in color, and many strange runes are densely carved on the top and bottom.
These runes are carved very shallowly, making the entire sharp ax look antique and more majestic.
Next to the sharp axe, Fujibayashi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.
Streams of light shot out from between Fuji Lin's forehead and poured into the stream of light wrapped around the sharp axe. Then, there were streams of light, turning back from the stream of light wrapped around the sharp axe, and returning to the forehead of Teng Lin.
This goes back and forth, forming a cycle.