Ten Thousand Domains

Chapter 1238 I Have Been Sanctified

The calamity of three disasters and nine disasters has represented destruction since ancient times, and many arrogances who have become ancient saints have fallen on it.

At this moment, it has shrunk from thousands of miles to several kilometers in size, and various visions have emerged, evolving into scenes of mountains, rivers and universes, about to deal the most devastating blow.

There is no mercy, its existence is to let those who pass the catastrophe break through and stand up, if not stand up, there is only death.

Lu Feng looked up at the sky, his fighting spirit was surging, and his strength was mobilized to the limit in an instant.

If the sky wants him to die, he will live against the sky.

If the sky doesn't want him to live, he will break the sky.

In an instant.

First, a monstrous sea of ​​black thunder descended, and each flash of lightning could easily kill a lower holy realm.

Now that they are all gathered together, one can imagine how tyrannical the raging waves must be.

Finally, this power accumulated to the limit, and time seemed to stop flowing at this moment, and the last difficult power turned into the power to destroy the world and fell suddenly.

"What's going on, what landed here turned out to be the catastrophe of wind and thunder that we had overcome earlier?"

The black storm mixed with thunder and lightning crackled down, shocking the soul.

And this is actually a catastrophe of wind and thunder, but the power has increased several times compared to before, even the thunder is dark and dark.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely strong pressure fell along with the Five Elements Catastrophe.

"Could it be that all the difficulties and calamities before will come again?"

The nameless old man observed for a few breaths and came up with a horrifying conjecture.

Sure enough, after the five-element catastrophe came again, Lu Feng's body was ignited with the karmic flames of the world, and then the spiritual, blood, and soul difficulties came.

When the wind of silence blows, even though they are far apart, many people feel the power to kill everything.

72 Disha, 36 Tiangang, the four great ancestor beasts have reappeared again, and they are twice as powerful as before.

Not only that, a river of stars shuttles across, countless stars rolling, it seems that they will fall down at any time.

Pieces of land turned into dust, mountain peaks turned into dust, this is the power of the vast heavenly power, even the nameless old man cannot seal it.

He was also shocked. He had never seen or heard of it. The power of this catastrophe was like chaos.

"Haha, this Lu Feng is finally going to die, no matter how you go against the sky, you will die in front of our eyes!"

The emperor's pilgrims were extremely excited, and many roared in their hearts. After seeing the power of the last disaster, they didn't think anyone could survive it.

This is no longer a pure martial arts holy calamity at all, but it can be called annihilation. Since ancient times, there has never been such a martial arts holy calamity.

Even the Star Emperor who has survived three disasters and nine disasters will have to shed blood here.

At this time, no one cared about the expressions of the emperor's pilgrims. Their attention was all on Lu Feng, and the pressure on their backs was extremely heavy.

"Could it be possible to stop making people so frightened every time they go through a catastrophe?" Xiaohu muttered, but the worry in his eyes couldn't be erased.

It also hopes that Lu Feng can break through the barriers in this domain, and the two brothers will make a difference.

The last catastrophe of the destruction of the world hits at this moment, and the intense light makes everything inseparable.

And they didn't descend one by one, but all of them came in an impact.

Lu Feng was in the midst of the holy calamity, and his face was extremely dignified. If he retreated, he would die, but if he advanced, he still had a glimmer of life. His whole body was shrouded in a feathered brilliance, and he wanted to really fight his way out.

Now the power of this last disaster is truly hopeless, and their power has increased several times compared to before.

Frowning tightly, Lu Feng suffered countless shocks in an instant, and Lu Feng was like a boat that might be destroyed at any time.

But with every torrent of power, he was keenly aware of the sublimation of the holy soul, and the precipitation of a mysterious force in the holy body.

Looking up at the robbery cloud, its scope is getting smaller and smaller. As long as it disappears completely, Lu Feng can truly become a saint.

But it's easier said than done. His body was destroyed, even bones and scum appeared, and his internal organs were greatly traumatized.

"Don't fall!"

Even though blood was dripping from the mouth and nose, and the breath of life was like a candle that was about to go out, Lu Feng still had a strong belief supporting him.

The great revenge has not been avenged, what reason is there for him to fall here?

He still wants to trample on Emperor Mu Xing's dynasty step by step, to get back the enmity between them.

Jieyun shrank to half a mile, but the power became more and more raging. Lu Feng was bloody and bloody, and he could hardly see a human figure, but he still stood upright.

"Why aren't you dead!"

Mu Shengtian was anxious, his face twisted.

He knew that if Lu Feng was allowed to successfully survive this kind of martial arts holy calamity, it would be a nightmare for the emperor. No one would be able to feel at ease watching a monster with the appearance of becoming an ancient sage staring at them all the time and wanting to take revenge on them.

At a critical juncture, Lu Feng suddenly took out countless treasures that could help him survive the holy tribulation of martial arts, and circles of light shrouded his body, disintegrating the endless impact of power.

He had never used it before, just waiting for this moment.

The appearance of the tribulation-crossing object made Lu Feng gasp for a moment, and he seized the time to restore the power of the void.

This kind of martial arts holy calamity is too fierce, even if Lu Feng purchased the crossing tribulation at a great price, it only lasted for a few minutes.

The catastrophe befell the body again, Lu Feng's flesh and blood splattered, mixed with the bones emitting strong light, everything looked bright and sad.

The warriors of the imperial dynasty are excited, there is no suspense anymore, and they will definitely not be able to survive, his physical body is already about to be smashed to pieces.

But that earth-shattering belief supported him, and his body, which seemed to be completely destroyed at any time, could not be split apart no matter what.

"This is beyond common sense. Brother Feng, can he get over it? He is also so miserable in the spiritual calamity, and he will definitely be able to create a miracle." Mo Ling whispered in his heart.

This time the Martial Dao Holy Tribulation is so powerful that it has lost control. No matter who it is, it will die if it goes up, even some ancient Xeons in Lu Feng's realm are the same.

"Die, die, die cleanly, thoroughly, this scourge must not let him live!"

boom!
Shocking explosions sounded in pieces, and this kind of fluctuation can be compared to the Great Tribulation of the Old Sage.

At the last moment, the power of this disaster turned into blazing brilliance and flooded the place, completely destroying everything within the range.

There is no light in the world, and the space is full of black holes. It is extremely dark, and it seems to be a hell of evolution.

"Are you dead?"

The power of the holy blood will last forever in the void, indelible. They can no longer see Lu Feng's figure, as if it has been reduced to ashes.

After waiting for a long time, he couldn't see Lu Feng's figure. The emperor pilgrim couldn't hold back any longer, and laughed loudly: "He's dead, he's dead. Although there are many twists and turns this time, he's still dead. He died on his own. Under the Holy Tribulation!"

"It's really ridiculous. Such a tyrannical character would actually be under the Holy Tribulation. Is he pathetic or deplorable?"

"Pass this matter out, it will definitely become a big joke in Yiyu."

Rampant sounds and loud laughter sounded one after another.

They were venting their excitement.

"You're just dead, call Lord Tiger again and tear your corpses into tens of thousands of pieces!"

The little tiger looked sad, and its eyes, which had never shed tears, were filled with mist, and it could no longer feel any aura from Lu Feng, so it roared loudly.

"These bastards are still yelling there, rushed over to kill them, and buried them with Lu Feng!" Wu Chi also shouted.

The atmosphere here has changed drastically, sadness and excitement coexist, but the nameless old man didn't say anything, frowning at the holy place.

"Don't be so sad, I'm not dead, I'm sanctified, this is just a bunch of clowns."

In the darkness, a figure covered in blood slowly stood up.

Although his voice was weak, he still survived the seemingly impossible martial arts calamity at the critical moment.

To truly become a saint against the heavens, one has stepped into the realm of the holy realm of martial arts.

(End of this chapter)