The old man nodded with satisfaction and complimented casually:
"Oh, in this case, it seems there is no problem."
"Although the few monks we invited are only at the Dan-formation stage, there are unlikely to be any high-level monsters in this mountain."
"That's it, move on."
At this moment, a sudden change occurred!
A loud noise like the earth was shattering came from high in the distance, followed by continuous rumbling sounds.
Clouds suddenly filled the air nearby, and roaring sounds followed.
The entire sky suddenly became extremely gloomy, as if shrouded in darkness.
This sudden change shocked everyone.
The old man was caught off guard by this sudden turn of events before he could even close the curtains.
He frowned, raised his hand, and knocked three times on the car—this was the emergency stop signal!
The beast cart stopped immediately after a pause.
The old man opened the car door and stepped out of the beast cart, appeared on the flat ground outside the car, and then looked towards the sky where the top of the giant mountain was. His expression suddenly changed!
"Heavenly disaster!"
he exclaimed, his voice full of surprise and uncertainty.
"This is a monk who is going through a heavenly tribulation! It's a bit strange. It doesn't seem to be a small heavenly tribulation, but it doesn't look like a big one either..."
It turns out that a thrilling celestial change is taking place over the distant mountain top - electric snakes dancing wildly, thunder roaring...
All this shows that there is a monk who is going through the test of life and death trying to break through his own limits and move towards a higher realm!
To ordinary people, such a scene may just be a spectacular natural phenomenon. But for a cultivator like the old man, it means something more.
Opportunity or challenge? To survive or not to survive?
Facing such a shocking scene, the old man fell into deep thought.
The people around him were frightened by this powerful aura and stopped in their tracks.
Looking up at the sky, my heart is filled with awe and expectation...
I saw that the top of the huge mountain in the distance had become as dark as the bottom of a pot.
A series of arcs of gold and silver appeared and danced in the clouds, and the dull rumbling sound came from there.
And slightly below the black clouds, white hurricanes roared wildly.
It kept hitting the top of the mountain, causing rocks to crack and trees flying everywhere, as if it was the end of the world.
At this time, the entire convoy stopped, and the knights all stared dumbly at this spectacle that they may never witness in their lifetime, as if they were held by a immobilizing spell.
However, several people in the other beast carts flew into the air. After circling for a while, they flew towards the old man one after another, like tired birds returning to their nests.
"Old Huo, take a look, which senior is 'playing with fire' to survive the catastrophe?"
"You have a sharp eye, please help us find out what kind of catastrophe this is. It doesn't look like a small catastrophe."
"Is it possible that some big boss in the Void Refining Stage is living in seclusion in the mountains and is holding back a big move now?"
The person who spoke was a young man in yellow robe with a handsome face. He looked like a curious baby eager to learn. At first glance, he was the "leader" of this group of people.
He swiftly flew to the old man and spoke respectfully.
But there was a trace of uncontrollable excitement hidden in that tone, as if he was about to witness the invincible miracle of the universe in the next second.
It’s not his fault. In the spiritual world, monks above the Void Refining level are even rarer than giant pandas. It’s as difficult as going to heaven to see them. If you encounter them, you can buy lottery tickets.
"This is not a great catastrophe. I was lucky enough to witness a real great catastrophe once."
"The thunder that fell from the sky was a purple-gold color, as if special effects were turned on."
"It's so powerful that it can lift the sky. That formation is simply like a world-destroying thunderbolt."
The old man was like a well-informed veteran, shaking his head like a rattle, and speaking with absolute certainty.
"But the thunder of the small calamity shouldn't be gold or silver. According to our sect's experience, it must be blue thunder."
"We have watched our elders survive tribulations several times, how can we be wrong? It's like witnessing the truth with our own eyes."
The young man in yellow robe had a strange look on his face and said as if he had discovered a new world.
"This catastrophe looks much more severe than ordinary small catastrophes, and it is unlikely to be the transformation of a monster."
"The sky thunder struck by the demonic beast transformed into a thunder calamity, and the white flowers looked like silver snakes scurrying around. I still remember that scene freshly."
The old man's brows were furrowed and his expression was solemn, as if he was trying to solve a problem in the world. It seemed that he was also a little confused.
I fell into confusion of "who am I, where am I, and what is this disaster?"
Seeing the fire, the old man looked confused. These alchemy monks were like balloons deflating, and the disappointment on their faces was almost overflowing, like eggplants beaten by frost.
At this moment, the hurricane in the sky was blowing bigger and bigger, as if on stimulants, and the huge mountains hundreds of miles around were tossed and roared by the wind.
The dark clouds were pressing down like a pot lid. Ordinary people could not stand firmly on the flat ground. It felt like the end of the world was coming. The wind was blowing as if it was going to blow everyone into outer space.
Old Huo rolled his eyes, and like a calm commander, he waved his hand and ordered the convoy to form a circle on the spot.
Quietly waiting for the mysterious monk to complete his tribulation, it was like waiting for the storm to pass before going out for a walk.
There were bursts of thunder in the sky in the distance, like the beating of a big drum, and then, golden and silver thunder arcs were running around like crazy.
At first, there were only a few sparsely scattered roots, but in the blink of an eye, it was like a heavy rain, and they were falling down densely. The scene was as if the Tianhe River had burst its banks and flooded the golden mountains.
Something strange happened, the silver arc struck the top of the mountain, there was a loud "bang", and balls of dazzling silver light exploded.
The top of the mountain looked like a shoddy project. A large section was cut off at once, as if it had been cut with a kitchen knife.
As soon as the golden arc touched the top of the mountain, it disappeared in a flash like a ghost, which was so weird that it sent chills down the back.
Immediately afterwards, it was like setting off firecrackers in the mountain's belly, and thunderbolts kept ringing. The sound felt more violent than the thunder on the top of the mountain.
This scene frightened Mr. Huo and several Jindan monks who were watching from a distance. They were like little sentries who were attacked by a sneak attack, their eyes widened. What is the origin of those golden arcs?
When the stone touches it, it is like paper. It has no resistance at all and goes straight towards the person who is being robbed.
This strange energy is as elusive as a mysterious treasure. Could it be a new type of catastrophe that has never been seen before?
Just when everyone was muttering in their hearts, Yan Yun's body swayed and flew out of the mountain.
Face the dazzling thunder.
Yan Yun was extremely fast and reached the mountainside in an instant, with golden light surging around him.
When Huo Lao and the others saw it, they felt as if they were in a mirror, knowing that Yan Yun was the great supernatural monk here who could overcome the tribulation. But they also wondered that this man was driven out by the golden thunder and could no longer stay in the belly of the mountain.
After running out for some air, I still feel that open spaces are better for showing off my skills. It’s like facing a life decision, which is unpredictable.
Sooner or later, the arc of gold and silver that originally split the giant mountain seemed to have become human.
With a "swish", he turned around and chased after Qingguang, like a hungry wolf pouncing on food, it was so fierce.
A long roar came from the blue light, just like a hero in a martial arts novel.
Immediately afterwards, a green light flashed above the figure's head, and a giant cauldron appeared as if by magic.
The lid of the cauldron opened with a bang, as if a mysterious treasure box had been opened.
Dense green hair flew out from it like a goddess scattering flowers, covering half of the sky in the blink of an eye, as if holding up a blue sky.
Wherever the black hair passed, the silver arc was sucked into the giant cauldron as if it was sucked in by a vacuum cleaner.
But those golden electric arcs seemed to have an invisibility spell. They looked at the green hair as if it were nothing, and struck straight at the figure, as if penetrating a phantom, making them impossible to guard against.
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"Okay, okay, okay!"
The figure in the blue light was obviously surprised.
But this man was also a bold master. Not only did he not panic, he laughed out loud, like a heroic knight.
Suddenly, the figure rubbed his hands together like twists, and then raised them into the air. There was a "crackling" sound, and two golden arcs as thick as a bowl flashed out like lightning.
Then they separated with a "swish" and turned into a huge power grid hanging overhead, shining like a golden skynet.
In an instant, two kinds of golden arcs intertwined together, crackling like fireworks.
Then there was a "bang" and it dissipated at the same time. Countless slender golden arcs were beating like dancing, decorating the sky above the figure like a dreamy wonderland, very gorgeous.
Huo Lao and the others looked dumbfounded, as if they were under a restraining spell, and they didn't recover for a long time.
There are many people in the spiritual world who practice thunder-attribute skills, but when ordinary thunder and lightning hit the sky thunder.
It's like an egg hitting a stone. Not only can it not be blocked, but it will also be sucked back by the thunder, making the owner unlucky. It's like playing with fire and burning yourself. It's very miserable.
The tribulation-transcending cultivator in front of me is quite good. The thunder-attribute magical power he has cultivated looks like twins with the thunder of heavenly tribulation.
He dared to confront the enemy head-on and use thunder and lightning to carry the thunder from the sky.
This courage is simply unbelievable. Anyway, no one has ever heard of a few people who dare to do this. They are as arrogant as challenging the world champion.
However, the arcs of gold and silver falling from the dark clouds in the sky seemed endless, and it only took a stick of incense to burn them.
Not only did it not stop, it actually got thicker and thicker, like blowing up a balloon. It was so scary that it was almost as thick as a python.
At this moment, the figure in the blue light looked a little confused, and the giant cauldron above his head seemed to be able to absorb the silver arc to its limit.
The black hair spurting out is getting less and less, and the speed of cleaning up the silver arc has slowed down like a snail. Like an athlete with insufficient stamina, he is a little unable to do his job.
As a result, a large number of silver arcs seized the opportunity and "crackled" hit the golden net below.
The power grid, which was already struggling, was like a crumbling house that was about to fall apart.
Several pill-forming monks looked at each other, as if discussing national affairs. The young man in yellow robe who led them was so anxious that he muttered:
"This is by no means an ordinary small catastrophe. Even if it is a catastrophe after the Divine Transformation Stage is completed, it is probably only this powerful!"
"No, I seem to have heard people talking about this kind of catastrophe..."
Huo Lao looked at the battle of Heavenly Tribulation, suddenly slapped his head, and said as if he remembered something about sesame seeds and rotten millet.
"Old Huo, do you take what you say seriously?"
When the young man in yellow robe heard this, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, and he looked at Mr. Huo eagerly.
"Yes, I did hear someone say it once, but it was too long ago and my brain is a little rusty. I can't remember it for a while, as if my memory has been covered in dust."
The old man frowned and looked like he was thinking hard, as if he was exploring the mysteries of the universe. That was serious.
After all, he is not a cultivator. He is older, and some unimportant things are blurred by the butcher's knife of time, and he cannot remember them clearly.
Several Danjie monks were as anxious as cats scratching their heads.
But this Huo Lao Na was a top body refiner whose strength was comparable to that of the Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if a few people were so anxious that they didn't dare to urge him, they didn't dare to express their anger as if they were in awe of a great god.
"No, that senior seems to be unable to bear it anymore!"
A pill-forming monk glanced at the sky in the distance like a frightened bird, and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs.
When the others heard this, they all turned their heads to look as if their buttocks were on fire. Even Huo Lao subconsciously stopped thinking and suddenly raised his head like a sleeping lion awakened by an alarm clock.
I saw the golden and silver sky thunder falling from the dark clouds, as if by magic, the electric arc suddenly disappeared and turned into thunderballs the size of heads.
The two colors of gold and silver are intertwined, floating down like a goddess scattering flowers, like a dreamy flower rain. It is beautiful, but it is very deadly.
This kind of thunderball is much more powerful than the previous arc, and it falls down densely.
The giant cauldron finally couldn't bear it any longer, and began to whine with a "buzzing" sound, and then the black hair stopped spraying, like a wounded bird.
With a "swish", it shrank to the size of a fist, and the light flashed into the figure below and disappeared, as if it had lost a battle and escaped.
It was obvious that this baby was seriously injured, like a wounded warrior, its combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
As a result, although the figure's hand is still pouring out golden arcs.
But the power grid, like an overloaded truck, could no longer hold up. It began to crack inch by inch, like a broken spider web, and it was terrible to see.
Just when everyone thought that the tribulation-transcending monk was about to get cold, he was "clicked" by the tribulation.
Like an angry lion, the figure let out a bone-chilling snort.
He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, and a large piece of gray light shot up from the back of his head into the sky like a rocket taking off.
Then he opened his mouth and spit out a dark, inch-sized hill. It was like a magic trick. It was very magical.
The gray glow swept over the dense thunderballs above, and something magical happened.
No matter what color the thunderball is, as soon as it is swept by the glow, it immediately stops in mid-air as if it is frozen, and floats smoothly.
It was as if there was an invisible big hand holding them, as if they were imprisoned by a mysterious force.
Gray Xiaguang only has this ability against thunderballs and can't go any further.
But the thunderballs that keep falling in the sky, as soon as they fall into the glow, seem to be trapped in a cycle, with the same end. (End of chapter)