The most holy in the world starts from accepting the empress as a disciple

Chapter 32
The black clouds are densely packed, flashing blue and purple arcs from time to time, gradually descending like a giant mountain.

"The old man broke through the virtual pole today, and I want to fight for this destiny!"

An old voice came from the valley behind Tianlan Peak, which was a secluded place specially arranged by Linghao Xianzong for retreat personnel.

At the same time as the sound came out, a white-haired old man in a gray robe jumped out of the valley and ran towards the outside of Linghao Xianzong along the mountain.

"It's Master Mo, open the Zongmen formation to the northwest, and ask Master Uncle to take Lei Jie out." Zhao Yuanyi, who had been watching from Tianlan Peak, saw the old man and shouted towards the main formation below.

This thunder disaster will be resisted by the sect's large formation, which will easily cause the thunder disaster to escalate further.So Mo Lao ran out of the Linghao Immortal Sect to lure Lei Jie away, reduce Lei Jie's upgrade, and at the same time prevent damage to the sect's formation.

Following Zhao Yuanyi's shout, a translucent golden mask appeared above Linghao Xianzong, and eighteen idols stood vividly in the mask. At this time, a hole appeared in the northeast direction of the mask.

Zongmen formations like this are built with countless consumables to imitate space barriers. They usually look like thick transparent glass. Only when they are attacked or someone dominates the formation will they reveal their original appearance.

Su Ziming was able to sneak out of the big formation usually because a small part of the formation mask was destroyed in the direction of Liuyun Peak.

And only he and Zhao Yuanyi knew about this matter. At that time, Zhao Yuanyi felt that repairing the Zongmen's formation was too resource-intensive, and the damage gap was not big enough to affect the operation of the formation, so he didn't take it to heart.

"After more than 300 years, someone from the sect crossed the tribulation again. I don't know if Master Mo can successfully cross the tribulation this time and win the destiny."

Looking at Elder Mo's leaving figure and the thundercloud that deviated from it, Zhao Yuanyi murmured.

If the king of heaven is the watershed between gaining and losing the way, then the destiny is the watershed between the cultivator and the immortal. If you don't compete for the destiny, how can you live the same life as the sky?How dare you call it a cultivator?

The Linghao Xianzong has been established for more than 3000 years, and there have been no more than ten Destiny monks.

The cultivator can live for 100 years to congeal the spirit and gather the orifices, transform the alchemy to [-], and return to the Yuan to [-]. It takes only [-] years to reach the imaginary extreme, and even if you cross it, you can only live for a few years.

If one can break through the imaginary pole and win the destiny, one can break through the shackles of life essence.

In the realm of Destiny, each level of cultivation level increases, and the lifespan increases by five hundred.In the upper realms, the lifespan increases even more. It is said that those who aspire to become the great emperor can have endless lifespans, and they are truly living the same life as the sky.

This is also why the suzerains of many big sects are mostly middle-aged, because they have full potential, as long as they can improve their cultivation, their appearance will not age.

Seeing the rare thunder calamity appearing in a hundred years, the disciples and elders of Linghao Xianzong put down their work one after another, and found a good place to watch and discuss with their friends.

"I didn't expect to see the elders of the sect crossing the thunder calamity. Two years ago, I remembered that there was a sudden thunder, and I thought it was the thunder calamity. Now it seems that this kind of battle is the real thunder calamity."

"Yeah, it's too grand, I don't know when I can have such a scene."

"You? I see Xuan. You must know that Elder Mo is more than 470 years old, and he is the oldest surviving elder. You may not be able to live that long."

"Tch, let me express my feelings, okay?"

……

Giant Sword Peak, the second peak of Linghao Immortal Sect, the mountain peak controlled by the Great Elder Zhang Yuhui.

Zhang Yuhui and everyone outside the hall looked at the thunder cloud in front of them.

At this time, his face was gloomy and his expression was very dignified.

If there is anyone in the Linghao Immortal Sect who does not want Elder Mo to successfully cross the tribulation, he must be the first one.

Elder Mo is from the sect master's lineage, and he is not familiar with him.If he advances to Tianming, then the power he has managed for so many years will be equalized by him again, and everyone will be unwilling to do so.

However, fortunately, the bet between him and the suzerain has already been made, and Elder Mo cannot change it even if he breaks through the destiny.

At worst, he pushed Su Ziming's disciples out of the top four and asked Zhang Yueheng to compete with Ning Bing, and the winner would become the elder in charge of Liuyun Peak.

Ning Bing only broke through the virtual pole a few months ago, and now he is still a little behind Zhang Yueheng, who is at the double level of the virtual pole.

"You guys train your disciples as soon as possible these days, the inner sect grand contest must push Lin Ruoxi down, do you hear that?" After thinking about the next plan, Zhang Yuhui spoke to the four people behind him.

"Yes, Great Elder." The four of Song Liqun responded in unison. They knew that the Great Elder was very angry at this time.

Zhang Yuhui smiled coldly, took out a piece of dark red spar the size of a fingernail, and said, "Don't worry, if you really can't deal with it, let your disciples take this!"

He must succeed in this plan [-]% at all costs!
Su Ziming, under my arrangement, your apprentice is the reincarnation of the heavenly king, so it's hard for me!

"Ah chirp! Who's missing me."

Su Ziming who returned to Liuyun Peak naturally would not miss this once-in-a-century crossing tribulation.

In the attic, he frowned, feeling the discomfort in his nasal cavity gradually disappearing, and then continued to look at the old man under the thunder calamity.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly from a distance, he knew who this person was.

Mo Yuan - the former elder of Zang Gonglou, his second master.

Mr. Mo, you must succeed!He secretly prayed for it.

In the open space ten miles away from Linghao Immortal Sect, Mo Yuan looked at the dark clouds of robbery above his head at this moment, and he knew that the most important turning point in his life had come.

Shouyuan is approaching, being able to see through the imaginary pole at this time, and competing with the sky is the beginning of the second spring.

Taking out a cold iron spear, the robbery cloud above his head was also condensed to the extreme.

Different from Su Ziming's and Zhang Yuhui's, Mo Lao and Zhao Yuanyi's lineage both use long spears as their weapons.

Click!

A thunderbolt as thick as a bucket came down, blasting towards Mo Lao who was below.

There was no fear on Elder Mo's face, as he swiped his spear upwards, two spear lights, one horizontal and one vertical, appeared quickly.

The moment the gun light appeared, the falling thunder smashed it to pieces.

Seeing the power of the thunder so fast, Mo Lao didn't dare to be careless, swung his spear, and a turquoise circular mask appeared all over his body, which was his spear intent to protect his body.

After Mo Lao formed his spear, two thunderbolts landed in succession, and the turquoise spear just blocked the blow.

Seeing that the gun gang hadn't broken, Elder Mo's confidence soared, and he pointed the spear at the sky again, unleashing a series of fierce spear skills to fight against the falling Thunder.

three ways,

Four ways,

Wudao,

Boom boom boom~
More and more thunderbolts fell from Lei Jie, and Mo Lao's combat skills became stronger and stronger. A series of eight twenty-foot-wide giant gun lights swung out from his hand, colliding with the falling six thunderbolts.

Huge rays of light bloomed one by one in mid-air, causing everyone in Linghao Xianzong to exclaim.

"Look, this is Qingyuan Eight-Dan Slash! It's just like shit that you usually practice. If you want momentum, you don't want momentum, and you want power, but you don't have power..." An elder in the palm of the suzerain said excitedly. Rebuke the disciples under the door.

Seven ways!

Mo Lao stepped on the ground and flew up, stabbing Lei Ting quickly with the spear in his hand, and he could vaguely see a huge green figure gathering behind him.

"Look, it's time to condense the battle shadow!"

The battle shadow of destiny, the battle shadow that can only be condensed by fighting for fate.

As Mo Lao's aura continued to rise, the previously shattered thunder turned into light spots and gathered behind Mo Lao, making the battle shadow more clear.

Gossip!

Boom!Boom!
Jieyun's power also reached its peak, and the thunder that descended became thicker and thicker, about the size of a millstone.

Click!

After defeating the falling eighth thunderbolt, the guns on Mo Lao's body could not bear the pressure and shattered one after another.

Oops, the Ninth Thunder is coming.

The hearts of all the people watching had their hearts raised in their throats.

Without the protection of the spear, it would be too much effort to resist the last thunder with the body. If one is not careful, his soul will be scattered.

Boom!

The law of heaven is ruthless, it doesn't care whether you can carry it or not, a huge thunderbolt nearly ten feet thick smashed down heavily.

Just when everyone couldn't bear to look, Zhan Ying behind Mo Lao opened his eyes.

Then, the several feet long green spear in Zhan Ying's hand quickly stabbed out.

Collided fiercely with Thunder!
Boom~
Under a burst of green light, Jieyun disappeared.

OHH...

The monks of Linghao Xianzong let out a burst of cheers.

In the light, Zhao Yuanyi smiled, and Su Ziming also smiled.

(End of this chapter)