A Mortal's Story of Cultivation into Immortality

"Mr. Huo, this is a senior who is going through the Heavenly Tribulation. You can always tell what kind of Heavenly Tribulation this is. It doesn't seem to be a small Heavenly Tribulation. Could it be that a senior who is in the Void Refining Stage is living in seclusion in the mountains." A face The handsome young man in yellow robe seemed to be the leader of this group of people. As soon as he arrived at the old man's side, he immediately took the lead and came down, and asked respectfully, but there was a hint of excitement in his words.

It's no wonder that even in the spirit world, monks above the level of refining the void are not easily encountered by anyone.

"It's not a great catastrophe. I've seen a real great catastrophe once. All the thunder that fell was purple and gold. It was much more powerful than the ones here." The old man shook his head and denied it with certainty.

"But the Little Heavenly Tribulation Thunder is not gold and silver, it should be a blue thunder. I have seen the elders of the sect pass it out with my own eyes several times, so I can't be wrong." The young man in yellow robe had a strange look on his face. said.

"This catastrophe seems to be much more violent than ordinary small catastrophes, and it cannot be the catastrophe of the monster's transformation. The thunder catastrophe of the monster's transformation is silvery white." The old man's face It looks dignified and seems difficult to judge.

Seeing Huo Lao's unclear look, these pill-forming monks couldn't help but look disappointed.

Now the hurricane in the sky is getting stronger and stronger. The entire huge mountain is covered by strong winds within hundreds of miles. At the same time, dark clouds are pressing down, making it impossible for ordinary people to stand firm even on flat ground.

As a result, Huo Lao pondered for a moment and simply ordered all the convoys to temporarily form a circle and wait for the unknown monk to finish his tribulation before moving forward.

A sound of thunder came from the sky in the distance, and then golden and silver thunder arcs suddenly exploded. Amidst the rolling dark clouds, arcs of lightning fell from the sky one by one. At first, they were one by one, but in the blink of an eye they were densely packed, like a heavy rain. It usually pours down.

A strange scene appeared. The silver arcs exploded on the top of the mountain, turning into balls of dazzling silver light, easily cutting off a large section of the top of the giant mountain.

As soon as those golden arcs touched the top of the mountain, they disappeared in a strange flash, like invisible objects.

Immediately, there was a loud thunderclap in the heart of the mountain, and the dull crackling sound seemed to be a bit more violent than the thunder at the top of the mountain.

This scene shocked Old Huo and several Jindan monks who were watching the catastrophe from a distance. What kind of thunder are those golden arcs? Those rocks can't stop it in the slightest, and they go straight towards the person who is being robbed. This weird situation seems to only occur when the purple-gold thunder of the Great Heavenly Tribulation occurs.

Is it really some kind of great catastrophe that has never happened before?

Just when these people were muttering in their hearts, a ball of dazzling green light shot out from the heart of the mountain, and in a flash appeared in the mid-air near the mountainside, with a faint figure inside.

When Huo Lao and others saw this, they naturally knew that the figure in the blue light must be the monk with great supernatural powers who had saved the tribulation.

I just don't know whether this person was forced by those golden thunders to escape in the middle of the mountain and had to escape from the outside of the mountain. He still thinks that in an open place, he can better use his methods to deal with the power of the heavenly tribulation.

Suddenly, the arcs of gold and silver that were originally slashing at the giant mountain changed their direction as if they were psychic, and followed the crazy attack of green light.

A long roar came from the green light, and then the top of the figure's head suddenly flashed with green light, and a giant cauldron emerged, and the lid of the cauldron opened with a swish.

Dense black hair flew out from inside, flying all over the sky, covering half of the sky.

Wherever the green thread passed, all the silver arcs swept in were collected into the giant cauldron, but those golden arcs were like invisible objects, unceremoniously passing through the green thread, heading straight to strike at the figure below.

"Okay, okay, okay!" The figure in the green light seemed to be surprised, but instead of getting angry, he smiled.

Suddenly, the figure rubbed his hands together and raised them into the air. There was a loud thunderclap, and two golden arcs as thick as the mouth of a bowl flashed out. Then they separated and shot out, turning into a huge power grid that appeared above the head.

In an instant, two golden arcs of the same color intertwined together, bursting one after another with a crackling sound, and then collapsed and died at the same time. Countless slender golden arcs jumped, making the sky above the human figure become extremely gorgeous.

Huo Lao and others were in a daze when they saw this scene.

There are naturally many people in the spiritual world who practice thunder attribute techniques. But when ordinary lightning touches the sky thunder, not only is it unable to withstand it, but it will be instantly absorbed by the sky thunder, causing its owner to suffer the backlash on his own.

As for the tribulation-saving monk in front of him, not only did he have the same magical power of thunder as the thunder of heavenly tribulation, but he also dared to resist the thunder with thunder and lightning, but I had never heard of many people who dared to do this.

However, the arcs of gold and silver falling from the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be endless. After one stick of incense, not only did they not stop, but they became even thicker and alarming.

The electric arc has gradually become as thick as an arm from the original thickness of a thumb.

At this moment, the face of the figure in the blue light changed slightly, because the silver arc absorbed by the giant cauldron above the head seemed to have exceeded a certain limit. Not only did the green hair sprayed out begin to decrease, but the speed of sweeping out the silver arc also began to decrease.

As a result, a large number of silver arcs took the opportunity to fall into the golden net below. The power grid horse, which was already struggling, was in a state of exhaustion.

Several pill-forming monks were already looking at each other, and the young man in yellow robe who was leading them even murmured:

"This is by no means an ordinary small catastrophe. Even if it is a catastrophe after the God Transformation Stage is completed, I am afraid it will only be so powerful!"

"No, I seem to have heard of this kind of Heavenly Tribulation..." Huo Lao suddenly said this after seeing the power of the Heavenly Tribulation.

"Do you really mean what Mr. Huo said?" Upon hearing this, the young man in yellow robe looked over hastily.

"Yes, I did hear someone say it once. It's just that the time was too far away and I can't remember it." The old man's face showed a look of deep contemplation.

After all, he is not an immortal cultivator. As he is getting older, some unimportant memories are naturally a little blurry.

Those pill-forming monks were a little anxious, but this Elder Huo was a top-level body refiner whose strength was comparable to that of the Nascent Soul monk, so they naturally didn't dare to rush him.

"No, that senior seems to be unable to hold on any longer." A pill-forming monk glanced at the sky in the distance and suddenly said in silence.

Hearing this, everyone else looked at him in shock. Even Huo Lao subconsciously stopped thinking and hurriedly raised his head.

I saw the form of the golden and silver thunder falling from the dark clouds changed, the arc disappeared, and turned into huge thunder balls the size of heads. The gold and silver colors were interlaced, and they were falling down one after another like a goddess scattering flowers.

This kind of thunderball was obviously far more powerful than the previous electric arc. After falling densely, the giant cauldron finally made an unbearable buzzing sound, and then it no longer sprayed black hair. Instead, it shrank to the size of a fist with a whine, and then the light flashed. The flash shot down and disappeared into the figure below.

It is obvious that this treasure has been seriously damaged.

As a result, although the golden arc still surged out of the figure's hand, the power grid could not bear it anymore.

The giant net finally began to shatter inch by inch under the violent attack of the two colors of thunder balls.

Just when everyone thought that this catastrophic monk was going to be ruined by the calamity, the figure let out a bone-chilling cold snort, and suddenly touched his head, and a large gray glow came from the back of his head. It rose from the sky, then opened its mouth, and spit out a dark mountain that was about an inch tall.

The gray glow swept over the thunderballs that were so close in the sky, and an incredible scene appeared.

No matter what color the thunderballs were, they all stopped falling immediately as soon as they were swept by the glow, and then floated up in the gray clouds, as if there was an invisible force holding them up at the same time.

The gray glow seems to have only this power against the thunderball, and cannot take any further action. But as soon as the thunderballs falling from the sky fall into the glow of the sun, they will all end up like this.

Although this piece of light was thirty feet high, it was densely packed with two-colored thunder balls in the blink of an eye. It looked like it was about to be full and could no longer contain it.

At this moment, the figure suddenly made a gesture, and the inch-large hill in front of him suddenly grew wildly, turning into a giant of more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.

Immediately, the figure touched the mountain with one hand, and at the same time, an obscure and profound mantra was spoken.

Auras of light circulated on the entire mountain's surface, and circles of gray halo were emitted from the mountain, sweeping away all the many thunderballs suspended in mid-air.

An incredible scene occurred.

After the first few gray circles swept by, those thunderballs only trembled slightly, without any abnormality. However, the gray glow that originally emitted from the back of the figure's head rippled like still water, and actually appeared layer by layer. The ripples began to twist.

Under the action of these two forces, the thunderball finally became unstable. When the gray glow was distorted to the point of violent shaking, the two colored thunderballs lost their balance. As they fluttered, they actually collided together on their own, erupting into astonishing golden waves. The silver light group and countless electric arcs shot out in all directions.

But then the gray ring of light trembled, and these arcs seemed to be controlled, shooting towards the dark mountain peaks below, and then disappeared into them in a flash.

In this way, the figure kept repeating the above actions, using the gray glow to turn the falling thunderballs into gold and silver arcs one by one, and then used the hills to collect them.

Looking at it, it seems that it is lifting as lightly as it is heavy, effortlessly, but the figure is already secretly complaining in his heart.

Even though his Yuanci Divine Light has incredible magical powers, but using Yuanci Mountain to deal with so many thunders at once, the loss of his magic power is extremely shocking.

This human figure is naturally Han Li, who has been cultivating in the heart of the mountain for more than a hundred years.

During this period, he not only perfected the Vajra Art, but the Nascent Soul that was originally ethereal was also quickly re-condensed with the help of the spiritual medicine.

But what he never expected was that the day when his Nascent Soul was re-formed would be when the spiritual world disaster would come.

Han Li was caught off guard and had no choice but to bite the bullet.

(Second update!)