the first emperor

Chapter 195

The so-called life expectancy of the venerable is five hundred, that is the limit.

Like Lin Changfeng, who lived to 450 years old, is an extremely long-lived existence among all the venerables. If he did not suddenly appear in the dark and turbulent, many people would think that he had died.

The Venerable who lived over five hundred years old is really unique, and there are few cases in the history of the mainland.

Not to mention the great lord, many quasi-sages present are not five hundred years old.

"No wonder! According to legend, those who violated the taboos of heaven and earth will be punished more severely during the holy calamity."

Uncle Huang sighed, and the other quasi-sages were also amazed.

But!Violating the taboos of heaven and earth is even more difficult than becoming a saint after crossing the catastrophe.

Violating the taboos of heaven and earth is against the sky. How can ordinary people have that ability? It has always been a legend on the mainland.

On the square, in terms of symbolic status, the highest one is of course the emperor of Xiling Kingdom.But in terms of actual status, those quasi-sages are the ones with the highest status.

Not only are they highly cultivated, they are the best in the world, and their knowledge and knowledge are extremely rich.

Hua Yiran looked at the thunder clouds above the nine heavens, his expression was always calm and calm. He was already mentally prepared for his master to change his life against the sky and increase his life.If you go against the sky, you will be punished by heaven.If he is not sanctified, let it go, once sanctified, the catastrophe of karma will fall.

So he was very calm, not surprised at all.

Boom!

The fourth thunder calamity fell, even more terrifying than the third thunder calamity. The world was filled with white light, and there was no sound.

Hua Yiran was knocked down three thousand feet by the thunder robbery, almost fell from the sky, his body trembled slightly, and his face was extremely pale.

"It's scary!"

The power of the thunder calamity just now was comparable to a saint's full blow, and it was enough to kill all the people in the square.

Fortunately, the Thunder Tribulation only targets those who have crossed the Tribulation, otherwise the slightest leak of power would cause an incomparably disastrous disaster.

Members of the royal family and people from other sects looked at the sky with a slightly different look.

The Holy Tribulation of June [-]st is extremely terrifying, and it is said that ordinary saints who have been sanctified may not be able to survive it.

The old man in Qianbao Palace has just been sanctified, and he hasn't completely cast the holy foundation yet, so it may be more or less ominous.

The saint who just appeared in Qianbao Palace is likely to be destroyed immediately.

The royal family of Xiling Kingdom and people from other sects are naturally very willing to see this happen. There is already a sage in the Qianbao Palace, who is majestic to the world. If another sage is added, then the royal family and other sects will never have a bright future.

The fifth thunder calamity gradually emerged from the thunder cloud, which was more terrifying than the fourth thunder calamity.

The endless thunder light illuminates the world, and all the light in the world seems to be covered.

The dazzling thunder light fell down and slammed on Hua Yiran's body.

Rumble.

Thunder and lightning covered the sky, turning into a sea of ​​thunder, and the clouds above the sky were completely shaken away.

Hua Yiran fell from the sky and hit the mountain wall of Zishen Peak, knocking out a deep pit on the mountain wall protected by formations, endless thunder and lightning danced wildly in the deep pit.

puff!

Hua Yiran's hair was disheveled, his body was scorched black, he was in a terrible state of distress, and his clothes were stained red with blood.His eyes, nostrils, ears, skin, inside of his body, inside of his mouth... The whole body is frantically emitting lightning, like a cooked shrimp soaked in lightning.

Obviously, the fifth lightning tribulation still hit him hard.

"Grandpa Taizu, can that old man from Qianbao Palace survive the holy calamity?" Lu Xinyan said a little bit impatiently.

At this moment, she finally realized the horror of the Holy Tribulation.

Such a majestic and peerless master of swordsmanship was actually split into such a state by the thunder calamity.

"It's more bad than good." The old man in white robe sighed softly.

The old man in the fifth thunder tribulation had already run out of fuel and was in a dying struggle.

The sixth thunder tribulation, that will be much more terrifying than the fifth thunder calamity.

The current situation can be said to be a dead end.

Moreover, the sage can only rely on himself to cross the catastrophe, and no one can interfere, otherwise it will only cause the heavens to wrath, which will lead to even more terrible consequences.

The emperor's uncle, the quasi-sage patriarch of the Chasing Wind Sect, the former head of the Lin family in Beiyuan...

Each of the quasi-sages pretended to be dignified, but the emotions in the depths of their eyes gradually relaxed. They had also seen that the old man in Qianbao Palace was in danger, and they might not survive the holy calamity.

There is death but no life in the Six First Sacred Tribulation, and only those who are against the heavens cannot overcome it.

Of course, not everyone is gloating.

In the square, there were also many sighs, and their eyes were full of regret.

How long does it take for a saint to appear in Xiling Kingdom?
It would be a pity if the tribulation failed.

At this moment, there is only one way to save the old man.

That is to dissipate the cultivation of the holy realm and fall back to the venerable realm. If you don't become a saint, there will naturally be no more holy calamity, and the thunder calamity will dissipate on its own.

Of course, once you do that... it means that you will never be able to become a saint, and the path to sainthood will be completely cut off.

Hua Yiran struggled out of the deep pit and stepped up to Jiutian step by step again. His body smelled of charcoal, his clothes were ragged, and traces of lightning were still entwined around him and ravaged endlessly.

He didn't back down, and still took the initiative to meet his own Thunder Tribulation.Even if at this time he has been seriously injured, he has run out of fuel.

The holy road is not easy at all, the majestic pass is as long as iron, and he has experienced too much to get to the present, so he has no reason to shrink back.

He has been seeking the Tao for five hundred years, one step at a time; he must give himself an explanation, and must find the final answer, even if he pays the price of his life for it.

Everyone looked at the old man in the sky, silently, no one said a word, everyone knew the old man's choice.

Yu Yinghai sighed softly, his eyes darkened, young people may not be able to understand, but these old fellows who have cultivated all their lives are deeply touched.Whoever would give up after pursuing the Tao all his life, and now that the avenue is in front of him, would choose to keep going until the end of the road, even if he knew it was a dead end.

The thunder cloud rolled, the sixth and the last thunder disaster of the Holy Tribulation was brewing, and the waiting time this time was extraordinarily long, which also meant that the final blow would surely be earth-shattering.

Hua Yiran stood on the nine heavens, his messy hair was blown by the strong wind, silently waiting for the last moment.

He also knew that he was in danger, but he had to move forward.

Suddenly, a blue light shines from the depths of Qianbao Mountain, soars upwards, and flies to the nine heavens.

The whole world was illuminated by the blue light, and everyone was so stunned by the bright blue light that they couldn't open their eyes.

It was an exquisite green lotus, delicate and charming, lifelike, as if it had just bloomed from the water, exuding the breath of endless life.

"Hua Yiran, where there is death, there is life, and where there is despair, there is hope. The law of heaven is ruthless, but it also pays attention to balance. Everything in the world grows, there is no absolute dead end, and there is a trace of vitality."

An ethereal and indifferent voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)