Taikoo Evil Emperor

Chapter 293 Immortal Altar Dzogchen

"That's it." Seeing that the breakthrough had come to an end, Ye Fan quickly turned into a stream of light and disappeared directly into the Qinglong Gate.

Ye Fan couldn't pass the tribulation at Qinglongmen, so he had to venture into the vast forest.When Ye Fan flew out of Qinglongmen, Tiandao felt that his cultivation base was about to break through, so he gathered Jieyun instead: "Damn it, is it so fast?"

Seeing the thicker and thicker thunderclouds above his head, Ye Fan yelled, now he has only stepped on the ninth heaven of the fairy altar, God can't see it.

There is no time for myself to think too much. The breakthrough in cultivation is all about epiphany and accumulation. Ye Fan's accumulation is enough, and he only waits for this moment of epiphany to appear.After this test of the heavens, the strength will be rushed to a higher level.

After three hundred miles away from Qingyang City, Ye Fan calmed down and kept his mind on his mind. The sea of ​​wheels in his body became more and more restless.

"Om." The sea of ​​wheels in Ye Fan's body surged, as if about to fly out of the sea of ​​wheels.Chung flew to his own Tianlingtai.

Ye Fan looked at the surrounding mountains, smiled and said, "This distance should be enough."

The catastrophe was brewing, and the thunderclouds covered tens of miles, and this place seemed like another world.

"Fight it." Ye Fan saw the thunder, his heart sank, and he made a seal in his hand, and he read the Dharma with doubts, and kept making seals in his hand.The restless wheel of life is getting faster and faster at this time, but the several gods submerged in the sea of ​​wheels are like rocks taking root, not moving an inch.

Ye Fan doesn't care about them now, the beating aura has already rushed into his altar.Yuanshen villain, tangible but not real, constantly imprinting the Dao of his own perception on Yuanshen.Gradually, the boy's shape became more and more clear, as if he was carved out of a piece of white jade, floating in the Ling River, on which all kinds of complicated dao patterns flickered.

"It's done." Ye Fan was preparing for the next big realm.

Once the little white jade man was finished, he scattered strands of Taoism, pulling the restless aura in the sea of ​​wheels to the altar.

The spiritual energy rushed up, directly covered the villain, and then fell back into the wheel sea. After such a cycle, the journey of the spiritual river is called the "river of life" in the world of cultivating immortals. It is the Spirit River Territory.

"Boom." The structure of the river of life was completed, and the thunder that was waiting quietly in the sky finally couldn't wait, and it fell down.

"Five-color thunder robbery." Ye Fan looked at the familiar thunder robbery shining with five-color divine light, and his heart was stable.Crossing the thunder tribulation is not a simple matter. Even if one is not careful, one's cultivation base will regress at least, and one's body will perish if one is at worst.I have seen the horror of the colorful thunder all the time.

Still the same as before, the sky thunder bombarded and fell like a tentative one.Immediately afterwards, thunder billowed, crushing and crashing like mountains and rivers toppled over.

Ye Fan let out a roar, and his fighting spirit reached an unprecedented height. As soon as the Magic Jue was released in his hand, the God of War Jue burst into action. A giant knife lay horizontally under the sky, hard-pressing the five-colored thunder to attack and kill.

Five thunders struck the top, as if punishing Ye Fan, the five kinds of divine thunder gradually became stronger.Thick colored thunder followed one after another.

Ye Fan was unyielding and unyielding like a god in the thunderstorm.The dao pattern in his hand roared, and every time the divine thunder fell, the dao pattern on his body became clearer.

When all 49 colored thunders blasted down, Ye Fan's whole body shone with thunder, and he sat quietly in the air with his eyes tightly closed.

"Om." A deep sound like a Taoist sound spread hundreds of miles away, causing all the beasts in the mountain to lie down on the ground, trembling and motionless.The colorful thunderclouds have not dissipated, as if they are about to create another catastrophe.

"Eight Heavens of the Immortal Altar, so it's so amazing." After Ye Fan's realm was completed, he felt a great feeling in his heart, and the strength of his physical body was forged again.

"It hasn't stopped yet." Ye Fan gritted his teeth instantly, and swallowed all the colorful thunder that was entangled on his body into his body. The river of life that had just formed did not calm down, but continued to expand and expand.Ye Fan saw this phenomenon and knew that the river of life was hitting another realm.

Ye Fan hurriedly picked up the Immortal Sutra of Longevity, and as soon as he came out of his mind, the speed of expansion continued to increase, which was unexpected and reasonable. Just after rushing into the Linghe River, the realm broke through again, breaking into the Nine Heavens.In the end, if it wasn't for Ye Fan's fear of his own unstable foundation, he would have stopped the speed of the breakthrough.

Ye Fan didn't want to be like this. If he didn't comprehend the realm of the Toling River, he would rush through the barrier in a daze, which would only bring him destructive consequences.

The colorful thunder on the head came again when Ye Fan was stable in the ninth heaven of the fairy altar. This time, the power in the thunder cloud was dozens of times stronger than before.
Before, Ye Fan was able to take over at will, but this time, the power of the thunder calamity cut him to pieces.

"Fuck, why do I have to cross so many times when someone else crosses it once?" Ye Fan scolded the god in the air for being unfair, because the five-colored thunder wave was not flattened, and there was another wave. The previous ones are stronger.

But Lei Jie is a good treasure for Ye Fan, and his physical strength is all thanks to it.Although Ye Fan cursed loudly, he stepped up to practice the scattered thunder light.

Three hours passed, and the thundercloud that had accumulated on Ye Fan's head finally dissipated.

"Roar." Seeing the thunderclouds dissipate, on the ruined land, a scorched man roared towards the sky, the roar shook the ground.

"Finally the Immortal Altar is complete." Ye Fan looked at the body that was shining with lightning, let out a long breath, and quickly disappeared in place.I found a beautiful Qingxi stream to take a bath, and took out a new set of clothes to put on.

Because of his own strength at this time, not to mention cultivators in the Immortal Altar Realm, if he hadn't met such a monstrous person, an ordinary Ninth Level Immortal Altar practitioner, he believed that one punch would be no problem.

Before, the physical strength dared to fight against the people of the first level of Shenzang, but now he has reached the perfection of the fairy altar. This physical strength is comparable to that of the third level of Shenzang. Have a fight with him.

And just after I felt my own powerful power, there was a depressing aura from Qingyang City, which was only a dozen miles away from me, and the clouds in the sky seemed to be drawn by this aura, and kept gathering there .

"Crossing the catastrophe." Ye Fan looked sideways, knowing that the ancestor of Qinglongmen had made a move, but he didn't expect to cross the catastrophe on the same day as himself.Without thinking about anything else, he quickly left here, Qinglongmen will definitely become a place of right and wrong today, maybe people from Shangwu Pavilion will come to make trouble.

When I returned to Qingyang City, all the doors were closed, and the streets were deserted, because an hour ago, Qinglong Gate and Qingyang City Mansion issued an order at the same time, all residents living in the city were ordered to be expelled from the city.

Ye Fan looked up at the thunder cloud above his head, his face was turbulent, terrified, depressed, and he could only feel the irresistible power of the heavenly law among the clouds, compared with the colorful thunder at his own ferry before, it was nothing at all. It is the comparison between mosquitoes and cows, there is no comparability at all.

(End of this chapter)