Floating clouds

Chapter 72 Heavenly Tribulation

One month later at night, a thunderbolt with a thick wrist struck towards the floating clouds with a 'bang' sound. The dark clouds covered the stars and the bright moon, as if there was a hand that forcibly pulled the clouds down a bit and fell towards the sky. The ground, like staying on top of a person's head, is gloomy and terrifying.

There was no rain falling, only roaring thunder, rolling above the clouds, and it was hard to hear how much power was accumulated above the clouds, ready to fall at any time.

The head of Kunlun was startled awake from his meditation, and when he looked up, he saw only the tail of Tianlei, illuminating the sky brightly and shaking the earth.

He walked away with the sword, and flew towards the place where the sky thunder fell, and finally landed at the foot of Fuyunxu Mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, there are also Nascent Soul Stage monks from various sects.

"I'm afraid someone is going through a catastrophe. With such a thunderous power, could it be that Sect Leader Mu is about to become a real immortal..." someone asked.

"Let's go up and see."

A group of them went up the mountain, but found that they couldn't find the mountain gate.

"Why did you open the mountain protection formation again? Head Mu is this?" He Shan frowned.

"I don't think it may be the head of Mu. He came to me a few months ago and brought his disciples. I think his disciples are very evil. It is very likely that his disciples are crossing the catastrophe." The head of Kunlun said.

"How many years have I not seen such a powerful thunder, but I don't know how heavy it is?"

Everyone was speechless for a while, with different thoughts, but they all stared at the direction where the thunder fell.

Lin Xinglu was right at the center of the thunder. He had been meditating for a month. During this month, he only opened his eyes a few times. The first time he found that there were many magic weapons around him, and the second time he found A moon-white dress was worn on his body, and for the third time he found a golden dragon wrapped around him.

The golden dragon was petite, and he vaguely felt that he had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it. Before he could think about it, the first thunder had already fallen.

Tianlei's momentum was magnificent, as if carrying the roar of heaven, it devoured him in an instant.

The magical artifacts around him were mobilized in an instant, and three of them flew into the sky, hitting the sky thunder directly. The sky thunder was fearless, and the terrifying force smashed the magical artifacts, and the rest of the force continued to fall on Lin Xinglu.

The vestment on Lin Xinglu's body flashed with silver light, dissipating the force of the lightning strike, and the golden dragon beside him also raised its head, devouring a small part of the force of the lightning strike.

Tianlei is the experience brought down by the way of heaven, and it can even be said to be a punishment for violating the law. Even if most of the power of the way of heaven is swallowed up, it is still amazingly powerful. After Lin Xinglu endured this part, he felt that his internal organs were almost shattered. Consciousness is tearing the pain.

He instinctively operated his mind, protected his dantian, and quickly repaired his damaged meridians after the thunder dissipated.

If someone saw the scene at this time, they would definitely be shocked.

Lin Xinglu's whole body was glowing with lightning, and he was not allowed to approach. His exposed skin was cut with bloodstains, and the blood dripped on the silver cassock, and rolled down again.

His eyes were closed tightly, bloodshot eyes were overflowing from his lips, even if he moved one more finger, he would be in pain.

Tianlei was thicker one by one, all the instruments around him were shattered, and the vestment on his body was also broken. Even Jinlong couldn't bear so much thunder force, and collapsed to the ground.

Even Lin Xinglu's eyelashes were scorched black, and they fell off when the wind passed by. With the circulation of his aura, new eyelashes grew quietly.

He completely lost consciousness, his clothes were stained with blood, and he held the sword tightly in his hand, quietly waiting for the final thunder calamity to fall.

The last thunder tribulation, rolling and brewing above the clouds, finally fell, and the whole overseas was illuminated by this thunder, the flowers stopped blooming, the wind stopped blowing, even the raging snowflakes in the Wanxueyuan stopped falling.

It seems that the way of heaven has accumulated all its power on this thunder disaster.

Lin Xinglu let out a roar, pointed the long sword in his hand to the sky, and headed forward.

Tianlei followed his sword and wrapped him in it. The power of heaven and man were mixed together. Between the lightning and thunder, he couldn't see clearly.

Lin Xinglu's sword energy twisted with the sky thunder, making a burst of clanking sounds, his whole body was stunned by thunder and lightning, and the sword move he used was not 'ruthless sword way', but 'spring wind and rain' in 'mountain and waves'.

Thunder and lightning came from the same vein, but they showed no sympathy for each other. They broke Lin Xinglu's sword and rushed towards Lin Xinglu.

In an instant, Lin Xinglu felt as if he had walked through hell.

His eyes saw the purple lightning, which penetrated deeply into his body, and it was bound to destroy his dantian meridians one by one.

'I won't throw in the towel. '

The swordsman who lost his sword sat cross-legged, frantically absorbing the spiritual energy, and resisting the power of thunder and lightning. His eyes were wide open, and there was innate stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat in his eyes.

The sky was already indistinguishable from day to night, and after an unknown amount of time, the overwhelming thunder finally dissipated, and the low dark clouds also dissipated, revealing the long-lost moonlight.

The flowers are blooming again, and the snowflakes are falling again.

Lin Xinglu sat there naked like a newborn, his hair grew wildly as the thunder and lightning dispersed, and soon fell to the ground.

"Xinglu." Mu Zheng put the Taoist robe in his hand on his shoulders, and carried him back into the room.

"Master, is Eldest Brother alright?" Chong Hui was lying on the window, 81 thunder calamities shook the world, he and Lin Mingqi were locked in the courtyard by the master and dared not show up, at this time there was no movement, so he hurried to visit Lin Xinglu.

"Master, will Big Brother not forget in the future?" Lin Mingqi also asked immediately.

The two of them were worried, but Mu Zheng refused to give them a good face, and closed the window with a 'snap'.

Chonghui and Lin Mingqi looked at each other, and Chonghui whispered: "It's not over yet."

Waiting for the end of the 81 heavy thunder, many monks came to Fuyunxu again, but found that they still couldn't find the mountain gate, and felt that things were not easy.

"It's not an accident, is it?" someone asked.

"Whether it's dead or alive, there must be news. It's even more worrying to close the mountain gate like this."

The head of the Kunlun faction frowned. Right now, they are not afraid of one more strong man, what they are afraid of is that the strong will retreat. If Lin Xinglu really did not survive the last thunderstorm and Mu Zheng stayed out of the mountains, they are afraid that the demon cultivators will make a comeback.

"Wait a minute." He said, followed by a sigh.

Lin Xinglu's sleep was long and he didn't even have a dream, so he slept comfortably for three days.

When he woke up, he felt as if he had had a long dream. He was unconscious in the dream, but what happened was deeply imprinted in his mind.

When he finished recalling everything, a person seemed to be split in two, and the repressed love, hatred, and hatred all strongly appealed to these two same people, pulling him hard.

One, he loves Mu Zheng, regards Mu Zheng as a god, and all he thinks about is when Mu Zheng treats him well.

He remembered that there was a time when it rained in winter and water accumulated on the pontoon bridge. At that time, his cultivation base was low and he could not move around, let alone fly with a sword. It was Mu Zheng who carried him across the pontoon bridge to study in the Qiusuo Hall.

He's done a lot of things like this.

The other one hated Mu Zheng. Mu Zheng deceived him, used him, imprisoned him in a secret room and humiliated him. If his sword hadn't been broken, he would throw it away himself. He would never take any more advantage from this hypocrite.

Love desires life, evil desires death.