The thunder waterfall poured down, and the violent and blazing thunder instantly flooded Wanshou Mountain.
For a moment, a thousand miles turned into day, and the calamity clouds in the sky were still thick, as if the night had been temporarily driven away.
Even though they are hundreds of miles apart, many Qi Practicing and Foundation Establishment monks are unable to look directly at him. Its vast power was so frightening that many low-level disciples fell to their knees.
After a few breaths, the thunder waterfall dissipated, and the surroundings of Wanshou Mountain were lonely and pure, without any trace of life. The remaining tiny threads of thunder were running around like unsatisfied gluttons.
After the first calamity thunder, the second one lingered, and the calamity clouds were still gathering slowly, as if they were weighing the ability of the person who was going to be calamity.
The pressure is getting heavier and heavier, the calamity cloud is high on Longevity Mountain, slowly turning like a millstone, as if it wants to grind everything in this place into powder.
After a few breaths, the second tribulation thunder tore through the thick tribulation clouds and fell with a crash. Its power was even greater than the first tribulation thunder.
Since then, the calamity thunders have been falling one after another without giving any chance to breathe. For a moment, Wanshou Mountain was submerged in the endless thunder waterfall, and the people watching the ceremony were also covered by the blazing day.
"Close your eyes and retreat!" Jing Si retreated and saw that many low-level disciples were either in a daze or bleeding from the corners of their eyes, so he hurriedly ran back and forth to deliver orders.
The group of Nascent Souls at the front were not in trouble, but the lightning on Wanshou Mountain was too bright, intertwined with cause and effect, and cut off their spiritual consciousness, so they were unaware of the changes.
How could we miss such an opportunity? All the Nascent Souls carefully felt the power of heaven in the Tribulation Thunder, hoping to gain more experience and make more progress in the future.
The fox stood on Xiu Xiu's head, its tail wrapped around Xiu Xiu's neck, giving her protection.
"Is this something human beings can't resist?" The fox stood up straight on his feet, stretching his head, looking like he was demented.
"The way of heaven is impermanent, so there are tribulations blocking the way. The way of heaven is permanent, so tribulations are used as ladders." Zou Mi looked at the thunder waterfall and murmured, "The power of the tribulations, whether great or small, is to cope with the tribulations. There is always a hint of life in it.”
"It's like I didn't say anything." Fox muttered and glanced at Chen Zhiyuan standing in the air.
There was no sadness or joy on Chen Zhiyuan's face, only a look of curiosity and inquiry.
Six thunder tribulations descended in succession, as if the rushing river had met the plain and slowed down slowly.
Without the light of lightning, the thick clouds of calamity ushered in the thick darkness.
Now there are only three tribulation thunders left. Looking at the momentum of the tribulation clouds, it seems that they are still gathering and absorbing the dark clouds in the distance.
Everyone here didn't know what happened to Xiang Wuhui, and they didn't hear any strange movement on Wanshou Mountain. Because the tribulation thunder surged like a waterfall, everyone could not even see a way to deal with the thunder tribulation.
Soon, the seventh tribulation thunder fell, as if the sky had collapsed, and the raging thunder waterfall poured down like the water of the Milky Way in the Nine Heavens.
This calamity thunder was even worse than before. The power of the avenue it triggered was surging and ferocious, and its destructive intent was fully demonstrated.
Without waiting for the person who was facing the calamity to slow down, the eighth calamity thunder tore through the thick calamity cloud.
“Only by going against the trend can you learn Yuan Gong!”
I could only hear the sounds of grief and indignation from the top of Wanshou Mountain, which seemed to be unyielding to the way of heaven and indignant to myself, which actually overwhelmed the thunder.
Immediately, a huge human figure was seen rising into the sky, heading straight towards the tribulation thunder, with the intention of never regretting and being indomitable.
The tribulation thunder seemed to understand human nature. Seeing the arrogance of the person who should be robbed, the power of the tribulation thunder instantly increased several points.
In an instant, the figure was captured by the thunder, and the huge figure was completely engulfed in the endless thunder.
However, the thunder calamity continued, and in the thick calamity clouds, there were gold and silver lightnings galloping, disappearing and appearing, like a divine dragon swimming in the dark clouds.
I don't know how many thunder lights lived among the calamity clouds, wandering around for a long time, and finally converged at one place, and then poured all over the Wanshou Mountain.
The thunderous light was so grand that it seemed as if the world was created. The people watching the ceremony could not look directly at it, and they only felt a sense of fear in their hearts because of the power of heaven.
After a long time, the thunder light dissipated. The calamity clouds in the sky slowly faded away, and no one knew what methods the people who were subject to calamity used, nor did they know whether they were alive or dead.
When everyone was at a loss, they felt a subtle breath coming, like ocean waves, layer after layer, endless, and they didn't know where they were going.
The breath then became broader and more powerful, like a subtle wave that was difficult to cut off.
It seems to be in line with some kind of Taoist meaning, which makes people feel like worshiping. But if there is even the slightest resistance, it will feel like falling into a cage and trapped in shackles.
The dark clouds rolled and turned into boundless auspicious clouds.
All the Nascent Souls fell to the ground one after another, and even the fox jumped off Xiuxiu's head, and they all bowed in the direction of Longevity Mountain.
The spirit of transformation is endless and continues to surge, and all the golden elixirs are felt both physically and mentally.
"Ancestor! My ancestor!" Wu Muqian fell to his knees on the ground, crying bitterly, and kept knocking.
Now no one laughs at the slaves named Wu Muqian anymore, because everyone has the intention to worship.
As Wu Muqian knelt down, all the golden elixirs either leaned over or knelt down, all facing the direction of Wanshou Mountain.
Dozens of miles behind him, a group of foundation-building and qi-training monks felt the power of heaven, and they all knelt on the ground.
With Wanshou Mountain as the center of the circle, everyone from Yuanying to Lianqi, no matter humans or monsters, all bowed down to worship.
Although the spirit-transforming aura is like a subtle wave, it seems to stretch to infinity.
From Yinfu Mountain, to Yubi Mountain, to Wuque Mountain, and even to Qiaoshan, everyone feels it in their hearts and unconsciously looks towards the north.
To the north of Wanshou Mountain, there is a vast fleet of ships thousands of miles away. A white crane swims high in the sky, looking back at the direction of Wanshou Mountain for a long time. Then it chirps sadly and heads north without looking back.
Further north is an endless snowfield, with strong winds raging, and countless pairs of eyes peering into their heads, then heading north in a hurry.
"I didn't expect that this Lao Xiang would..." Before the fox could finish speaking, Xiuxiu held his mouth, with a still expression on his face, clearly saying: You should be more careful. He used to be called Lao Xiang, but now he is still Call Lao Xiang, will the God Transformation Heavenly Tribulation be in vain? It’s time to be called the ancestor!
The fox was so well-behaved that she jumped into Xiuxiu's arms and looked around.
I saw that all the Nascent Souls had finished their salutes, but they were still looking blankly at Longevity Mountain.
"After the strong wind, I always think about the drizzle." Jiang Xingchi twirled his beard and smiled, saying: "I ascend to heaven and earth to honor my ancestors, and it is all thanks to your efforts."
All the Nascent Souls looked at Jiang Xingchi with different expressions on their faces, especially the new arrivals from Jiuzhe Mountain, Elder Lu and Elder Qin.
Everyone knows that Jiang Xingchi has recovered from his "injury" and will no longer be in seclusion due to his "injury".
"Everyone, why don't you come with me to see the ancestor?" Jiang Xingchi invited eagerly.
These people all know that there is no return, but they don't know what they will become after becoming gods, so no one dares to go.
"The heavenly calamity will soon pass. I may need to calm down, senior, and the meeting is not urgent." Guzang Songdao of the Guyang Sect.
All Nascent Souls agreed. "Then let's go to Songhe Mountain for a talk?" Jiang Xingchi invited again.
Zhu Yuanying also said that Songhe Mountain was too close to Wanshou Mountain and might disturb Xiang Patriarch Qingxiu, especially Du Jueming, who kept shaking his head.
"In that case, we won't go for the time being." Jiang Xingchi was very considerate, "This Northern Expedition is to clear up the source and restore the old people of Zhou Huishan to the old place. Now that the matter has been accomplished, I have also succeeded in overcoming the calamity of my ancestors. , It’s time for us to retreat. From now on, Zhou Huishan will be under the control of Brother Meng.”
Du Jueming secretly scolded Jiang Xingchi for being a hypocritical villain. He dared to retort a few words before he could, but now he no longer dares to do so.
All the Nascent Souls also remained silent.
"The treasure land should be occupied by virtuous people." Meng Shanhe said, "I am old and feeble, and I cannot hold the treasure land thousands of miles away."
He stroked his beard and looked at Zhu Yuanying and said: "Why don't you come to Black Wind Mountain to introduce a person with high moral character and high prestige to be in charge?"
"Zhou Hui Mountain can only be managed by people from Zhou Hui Mountain!" Jiang Xingchi disagreed and said categorically: "This is my intention, and it is also the intention of Ancestor Xiang!"
For a moment, all the Nascent Souls were silent. They all looked at Jiang Xingchi and then at Meng Shanhe, clearly saying: Look! The people who came to help you ended up swallowing up your hometown!
Soon, a group of golden elixirs came over from a distance and stepped forward to salute.
"Si Tui, are all the disciples okay?" Jiang Xingchi said with a happy face.
"Back to Master, many low-level disciples have suffered some injuries, but they are not in trouble." Jing Si retreated.
Jiang Xingchi nodded with satisfaction.
"Brother Jiang," Meng Shanhe was impatient and sighed, "Then what happens now? You should tell us the rules."
"Although our ancestors are now successful, the war has been burning for a long time in Zhouhui Mountain." Jiang Xingchi stroked his beard for a long time and said slowly: "I would also like to ask all the brothers and sisters to work hard and order the disciples under my command to clean up the four directions and restore Zhouhui Mountain to its old form. Let Jing Sihui be in charge of these things so that the spiritual field will not be left in ruins and the children of school age will not be able to go to school. Let some people from each family work together to discuss the matter."
After hearing this, all the Nascent Souls thought in their hearts, aren't you still driving us? The war makes us work hard, but after the war we still have to help clean up the yard?
"Brothers and sisters, you might as well go to Black Wind Mountain and sit for a while," Jiang Xingchi said very gently, "I'll go to Wanshou Mountain to see what the ancestor means."
After finishing speaking, he went straight to Wanshou Mountain.
"Junior brother Du, there are many things at home, so I will go back first. You have full authority to deal with it here." Elder Lu, the newcomer from Jiuzhe Mountain, finished chatting with Du Jueming, and then pulled Jing Sixui and said: "Originally, I will take charge first. We, the old men, who plan to let you take over Jiuzheshan Menting also agree that although you are supported by noble people now, you must not forget your roots.”
Jing Si retreated and smiled but said nothing. He had been managing Jiuzhe Mountain for many years. Except for Elder Qin who had a good relationship with his master, the others all went their separate ways. It was a real friendship.
Wu Muqian stood beside Jing Si as he retreated, his hands on his hips, looking extremely arrogant.
All the Nascent Souls stopped talking and headed towards Black Wind Mountain. Especially the fox, rolling up Xiuxiu, happily rushing to the front.
"Participate in the meeting on your behalf." Gu Qingshui left a word to Lin Bai, turned into blue water, and went to Meng Lake.
"I will not attend the meeting." Zou Mi glanced at Jing Sixui and said, "Tell the master that I am meditating in Qinfangchi. Please don't disturb me if you have nothing to do!" After saying that, he was about to leave.
"Don't worry, ancestor, I will attend the meeting on your behalf! I can be considered an old member of Shouting Pavilion!" Wu Muqian stepped forward and sold the goods, feeling very proud.
"Are you worthy?" Zou Mi was about to leave, but after hearing these words, she was not in a hurry. She looked at Wu Muqian coldly and said, "Senior Brother Kong treats you well, but you are rebellious. Such a double-dealing act. Disciple, you are not worthy of calling me an old member of Shouting Pavilion! If you dare to step into Qinfang Pool in the future, I will kill you!”
"You, you, you...my master is the Qiaoshan Jiang family!" Wu Muqian was so angry that he retorted with force.
"So what about Jiang Xingchi? Do you really think I can't kill you?" Zou Mi saw the newly promoted god today and missed Kong Shu even more. Naturally, he became extremely resentful towards this traitor.
"..." Wumu Qian saw that Zou Mi was really murderous, and he didn't care about Jiang Xingchi's face. He knew that although his rebellion midway was a surrender, he was in no way comparable to the surrendered Nascent Soul Zou Mi. Because of this, it was true that he was surrendering. Both sides were displeased, and everyone secretly scolded the slaves of the three surnames.
But after all, Wu Muqian still wanted to save face after he had just said something big. He immediately looked at Jing Sixui, hoping that Jing Sixui would say something and get off the ladder, but he saw that Jing Sixui was talking to Elder Qin with his head down, as if he had not seen him. The situation here.
Wu Muqian lowered his head and looked around, and saw that all the golden elixirs were looking away, and he couldn't help but feel sad.
Wu Muqian had no choice but to think of the benefits of Brother Zhuan Lun. He looked at Lin Bai eagerly, hoping to just say a word and borrow the donkey from Poxia.
"Lin Zhuanlun!" Zou Mi shouted.
Poor Lin Bai had already avoided it long ago and was chatting with Sister Pei and Girl Jiang when he was called out.
"Senior..." Lin Bai was afraid that Zou Mi would hurt innocent people, so he bowed from a distance.
"Go." Zou Mi said with a stern face, "For me, for Senior Brother Kong, hold the face of this shameless and ungrateful person!"
"..." Lin Bai hurried forward, saluted again, leaned over and persuaded: "Senior Zou, Wu Muqian is ignorant, just leave it to Senior Jiang to handle, why insult him?"
"Have you found all the treasures you stole?" Zou Mi sent a message.
Lin Bai straightened up, turned around, slapped Wu Muqian, and shouted: "We had an appointment earlier, and Senior Zou and I, Qiaoshan, are one! Senior Zou is a native of Qiaoshan! How can you dare to mention Senior Jiang if you don't respect your elders?" ? Even if Senior Jiang comes, there is nothing to say! "
Wu Muqian was thrown to the ground, half of his face was covered with red palm prints, and he covered half of his face, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Jiang Xiaobai stepped forward and whispered a few words of advice; Jing Sixui finally saw the movement and stepped forward to help comfort him.
Zou Mi seemed very satisfied, "You go to that meeting on my behalf!" After leaving a message to Lin Bai, he walked away.
"Senior!" Lin Bai hurriedly chased after him, "Old Ancestor Gu has asked me to attend the meeting. I..."
The man has gone far away, and there is no way he can catch up.
All the Nascent Souls on the field had left. Lin Bai sighed and looked at Wu Muqian.
Wu Muqian fell to the ground, Jiang Xiaobai and Jing Si retreated to the side, Sun Shiqi held his sword, and the four Jiang family members all looked at Lin Bai.
The other golden elixirs also looked over meaningfully. Some were curious and thoughtful, some were full of admiration, some were surprised and doubtful, and some were eager to ask about the mystery.
Especially the female cultivators, who looked at Lin Bai for a while, then looked at Pei Ning, and then looked at Zou Mi who was walking away...
"You said it couldn't be true, right?" Li Wusheng asked Mo Yingcheng in a low voice.
Mo Yingcheng shook his head and said: "It doesn't look like it."
"Even if not, it will be soon!" Li muttered silently.
"Brother Wumu." Lin Bai stepped forward, helped Wumu Qian up, saluted and apologized: "The arrow is on the string, please don't blame me, brother." As he spoke, he took out the elixir and stuffed it into Wumu Qian's mouth.
"That's not necessary." Wu Muqian refused to take the pill, his eyes were red, "No one dares to blame you. You have two Nascent Souls to protect you, so naturally I can't compare to you..." The more he spoke, the sadder he became. As if he had seen through the desolation of the world, he then added, "Only my mentor is my heaven, and only Ancestor Xiang is my heaven!"
Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help but smile and turned his head. (End of chapter)