Natural Fairy Species

Chapter 435: Thunder opens the world

"We can't go on like this. Even if the Thunder God Pearl dropped the day after tomorrow can withstand a wave of sky thunder, the remaining third-level flying swords can block it for one more round at most... The farther back we go, the more powerful the heavenly tribulation will be. I'm afraid I have to use the fourth-level flying sword to top it. superior!"

Bai Zichen quickly deduced it. At this speed, he was afraid that it would be difficult to survive the last wave of thunder.

"The worst plan is to use the fourth-level flying sword to defeat the opponent, or even sacrifice the Ziwei Thunder Sword. Since the ancient gods can survive the future star tribulation, it proves that this tribulation is not hopeless, and there is still a chance to survive."

Thinking of the true grade of Ziwei Thunder Sword, he felt a little more confident.

But if this really happens, I'm afraid he will become a penniless pauper like many new Nascent Soul Lords who have survived the heavenly tribulation. He might as well be in the elixir-forming stage.

 All the wealth will be turned into ashes under the catastrophe.

The fourth wave of sky thunder, with a total of seven starlights, struck down with the power borrowed from the future, and the real energy in the body seemed to be stimulated, as if it was about to leave the body.

 Bai Zichen changed his mind and took the initiative.

 In ancient times, those so-called born gods were either conceived by heaven and earth, or were direct descendants of real gods within three generations. Each of them could move mountains and seas with their physical strength.

 But the five-crystal glazed body is not bad. Even according to the legend, the physical strength is not worse than that of those born gods.

If he cannot confront the Starlight Heavenly Thunder head-on, it means that if he is replaced by a Nascent Soul True Lord, he will suffer the same fate.

The moment he jumped forward, Bai Zichen suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and his palms turned into fingers, pointing at the starlight.

 Stab it!

 The regular secret technique Zhouguangbao Sun Finger is used to point out all magic weapons, and it can easily scatter the starlight.

This finger not only points to the present moment, but also traces upwards, pointing to the moment when the clouds of calamity have not gathered and the stars have failed to form.

 The power of the stars from the future collides with the finger force and annihilates each other.

To him, the starlight without the power of the future stars is the weakest star thunder, which can be broken with a wave of his hand.

 After turning around, he pointed out two more fingers and resolved the two starlights.

 This secret technique passed down from the Chiming lineage actually played an unexpected role at this moment.

But the joy in my heart didn't have time to rise. With my fingers crossed, I didn't have time to catch the remaining three rays of starlight, and I had to bear it with my body.

　　Boo! Bo! Bo!

There were three big holes in the cassock on his body, leaving only three white spots on the skin, not even the skin was broken.

 Only Bai Zichen himself knows the situation inside his body.

The five-crystal glazed body that can shake Lingbao hard, the glazed body shattered into a spider web in the place where it was hit by the starlight, and there was no sign of healing.

"Zhouguang Bao Sun Finger cannot be used continuously. It is not at all related to the consumption of real energy, but the upper limit of the number of uses of rules and secrets... A normal monk only has three fingers per day. I can point out the fourth finger because I have understood the secret. The relationship between the rules behind the technique.”

 The physical test allowed Bai Zichen to test the upper limit of the body's ability to withstand starlight and thunder.

"Simply the damage caused by the sky thunder, even if thousands of them hit it at the same time, it is nothing, but the future star power contained in it will be difficult for even the five-crystal glazed body to withstand... If I accumulate too much, it will even destroy the five-crystal glazed body I have already cultivated." The realm has regressed and the current state can no longer be maintained.”

The fifth wave of sky thunder and nine rays of starlight have given the illusion of twinkling stars and rain of meteors, and the void is filled with starlight.

Bai Zichen sacrificed the acquired Thunder God Bead. This orb can be used as a trump card in normal catastrophes. It is usually used in the last two waves.

 But in the face of the future star calamity, if he hides for a while longer, he is afraid that he will not be able to withstand even one wave of Thunder God Beads the day after tomorrow.

Facts have proved that the future Star Tribulation looks very different from the normal Heavenly Thunder Tribulation, but it is still one of them after all, and the acquired Thunder God Bead played its role smoothly.

The orb shot up into the sky, and all nine starlights seemed to be greatly attracted, and they all burrowed into it.

　　Boom!

The Thunder God Pearl was blown to pieces without any suspense, but the nine starlights also dissipated and survived another wave of thunder.

 The sixth wave of sky thunder, eleven starlights connected in a row, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, will submerge the entire Flame Mountain.

Bai Zichen decisively pulled out a long black cone and tipped it toward the starlight, beating briskly.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 bang!

Several pieces of magic crystal were shattered, and the spiritual treasure-level imitation magic dragon cone also returned to its original form under the starlight, revealing the demonic spiritual material.

"It's a pity. If it weren't for the real demonic holy body, this magic treasure can be used freely. In addition, it is too reluctant for me to activate the magic treasure. It relies more on the characteristics of the imitation magic dragon cone to entangle with the starlight. , at least it can survive a few starlights..."

 A spiritual treasure was sacrificed to resist the catastrophe. For many sects, it was almost as bad news as the monks in the sect who failed to overcome the catastrophe.

 After all, Lingbao can be passed down forever, and in many cases it can have an effect close to that of the Nascent Soul Lord.

But Bai Zichen didn't feel much heartache, mainly because he couldn't use the imitation magic dragon cone.

Even if it is taken out for trading, no monk will accept it. The scope of application is too narrow.

Even if the Demon Lord holds it in his hand, he cannot exert the full power of the spiritual treasure, so there is no need to spend too much for it.

After struggling through the first six waves of thunder, the remaining three waves are the real test.

 I saw that the calamity clouds had shrunk in size, and the stars in the sky were one minute closer to the Flame Mountain. It almost felt like I could reach out to the stars and embrace the moon with my hands.

 The seventh wave of thunder suddenly turned into eighteen rays of starlight.

Bai Zichen did not dare to hesitate. Yuexuan came out of the box and turned into a moonlight sword thread to chop up the starlight.

　　From the smooth flow at the beginning to the difficulty in the later stage, the moonlight was as pale as pure white, and its color changed obviously.

One sword can defeat all kinds of magic, and even break the light of eighteen stars.

Yuexuan Sword made a mournful cry, and the sword light was dim and lifeless, conveying the feeling of grievance.

 Under the bombardment of the future star power, the sword spirits of the fourth-level flying swords were almost scattered and collapsed.

If he hadn't been able to handle the sword properly and be able to break through the sword light at the minimum cost, if he were a monk here, he would have broken a fourth-level flying sword here. Bai Zichen had no time to comfort him, so he could only put the Yuexuan Sword into the Wushangqingwei Sword Box, and replaced it with the Fanghua Sword in his hand.

 The eighth wave of sky thunder and thirty-six starlights covered the sky and the sun, making the stars dazzling.

Even the emotions of shock and panic did not arise. My heart was like a clear mirror, without any waves, and I could only control the sword light to the extreme.

 The sword light is swallowed and the exquisite moves are beyond the imagination of others.

 Between life and death, his swordsmanship became even more refined.

 The sword light jumped, and there was already a hint of vitality in the changes.

The starlight was shattered one after another, and the paths were darkened. Those who couldn't turn back the sword light had to use their physical bodies to catch them.

Bai Zichen leaned on the ground with his sword, his cassock was in tatters, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

He staggered and fell into the void. Several of the five crystal bones in his body were broken. The key was that they could not be healed.

 The five-crystal divine iron and glazed fire jade that held up the sea of ​​consciousness began to shake violently. A large hole appeared on the dome, and there were cracks on the ground, and earth fire spewed out.

“You are suffering, I will arrange two more streams of Qingling Qi to help you and recuperate...”

Not long after Fanghua Sword recognized its owner, it probably suffered the most serious damage in history.

There are no fewer than ten broken marks on the sword body. Looking at the same ordinary sword, there is no difference.

 The most important thing is that the sword spirit has no response.

 Fortunately, it was not a collapse, but it was too severely injured and fell into a self-protective slumber, which is somewhat similar to the original Ziwei Thunder Sword.

 Normally, this represents thousands of years of slumber.

Unless there is Nascent Soul True Lord who can continuously nourish and repair it, it would be a waste of true energy on this flying sword that will never wake up in his lifetime.

 Otherwise, the fate of Fanghua Sword is likely to be eternal sinking.

 Fortunately, with the Wushangqing Micro Sword Box, even the situation of the Ziwei Thunder Sword will only remain silent for a hundred years.

 In a few decades at most, the sword spirit of Youth Sword can recover and repair all the wounds.

 Bai Zichen raised his head and looked at the sky, with no joy in his eyes.

The calamity clouds have faded and become invisible, and only the stars in the sky are echoing and flashing, giving a real feeling of a great calamity coming.

 The ninth sky thunder and the seventy-two starlights are like the sea and the tide.

Had he not been within the scope of the heavenly tribulation at this moment, he would have been able to see the palaces and buildings built on the entire Flame Mountain, all of which would have been razed to the ground just because of the peripheral influence of the future star tribulation.

 All the monks who were watching the ceremony had withdrawn a hundred miles away.

Even Wei Dao had given the order again and retreated another thirty miles.

He had a premonition that if Bai Zichen could not withstand this thunderstorm, the fourth-level spiritual land of the Flame Mountain would become ruins and cease to exist.

"The power of the heavenly calamity is so great..."

Lu Song lost his mind and was at a loss for words, and kept mumbling and repeating.

 Under this catastrophe, all the dreams of the Nascent Soul and the great road have been thrown away, and I dare not think about it again.

 He was sure that he could not even withstand the first thunder.

"Don't be complacent. I have never seen such a catastrophe, but I am sure that it is impossible for a normal monk who has completed the formation of pills to encounter such a catastrophe. Otherwise, the number of Nascent Soul Lords in the world of immortality will be reduced. Ten times more.”

What Wei Dao didn’t know was that his judgment was still too optimistic, and it was more than a tenfold reduction.

 …

“The last wave, success or failure depends on this!”

The Ziwei Thunder Sword slowly flew out from the Supreme Qingwei Sword Box and stopped in front of Bai Zichen.

At times like this, of course, there is no need to worry about half-hiding the sword and wasting all the previous efforts.

If you die in the future star calamity and your body is gone, there is no need to mention anything.

If he could even survive such a mythical catastrophe, how difficult would it be for him before he transformed into a god?

No matter how high the realm is, he has the confidence to dare to try it.

 “Everything is entrusted to you and it’s up to you to perform on your own...”

Bai Zichen's knowledge was turned upside down, and he was still able to maintain normal thinking. He already had strong willpower.

 Fortunately, Ziwei Thunder Sword is a natal flying sword, and it is highly spiritual. It can be activated without him as its master.

Ziwei Thunder Sword nodded slightly, feeling impatient and eager to try, and disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

 After one breath, lightning filled the entire sky and earth, forcibly squeezing out a space in the sea of ​​stars.

“No, after you were promoted to the fourth level, have you become so strong...”

Bai Zichen's eyes widened as he watched the Ziwei Thunder Sword sweep across the stars with an unrivaled appearance. It even brought with it the power of time that had not yet dispersed from the incomplete Hidden Sword, directly dispersing half of the calamity clouds.

 (End of this chapter)