An Ordinary Path to Immortality

Absorbing the spiritual energy dissipated from the formation was an unexpected gain for Fang Ping, allowing him to have greater confidence to deal with the next thunder tribulation.

This formation has been broken. After glancing at Zhao Linger who was still practicing with her eyes closed and emitting a faint aura of rules, Fang Ping did not leave this place, but chose to continue to overcome the tribulation here.

The eighth and ninth thunder tribulation has just passed one level. There are plenty of opportunities in the future. Fang Ping does not need to rush to deal with the remaining three formations.

"Crack"

The flash of lightning illuminated the dark sea surface under the tribulation cloud like daylight.

The terrifying thunder was spit out by the tribulation cloud, the sky was broken, and the pressure was overwhelming. Even Deyou Huashen and others who were thousands of miles away felt their scalps tingling and their hair stood on end when the thunder tribulation appeared.

But Fang Ping still did not dodge or avoid, and did not activate any external objects to resist. Even the defense of the chaotic energy in his body against the thunder tribulation was reduced to the lowest level.

"Boom"

Thunder entered the body, and because Fang Ping could not absorb all the thunder energy at once, a large amount of thunder gathered outside the body, forming a thunder ball that wrapped Fang Ping.

Fortunately, the power of the second thunder tribulation was only at the level of the seventh and ninth thunder tribulation, and Fang Ping was fully capable of dealing with it.

In the thunder ball, while Fang Ping repeated the previous refining and absorption of thunder energy and rule fragments, he deliberately lowered the defense of his internal organs, Yuanying and the sacred tree, and guided the thunder to temper them.

"Puff... Puff..."

Without deliberate protection, the fragile internal organs and Yuanying could not withstand too much tempering of thunder and began to be injured. Fang Ping could not help but spit out two mouthfuls of black blood.

But before the blood was spit out, it was directly refined into a wisp of green smoke by the thunder all over the body.

The injury to the internal organs is not bad, after all, the internal organs still belong to the flesh.

But the injury of the Yuanying is unacceptable to any cultivator. Any damage to the fragile Yuanying will affect the cultivator's strength, and it also takes a lot of time to heal and recover.

Fang Ping knew this, but he still did it.

The Nascent Soul condensed in the Yuanling Continent is naturally the product of the incomplete rules of the Yuanling Continent.

If you want to fully adapt yourself to the rules of the Tianyuan World, whether it is the physical Nascent Soul or the soul, you must break it and then re-evolve under the rules of the Tianyuan World.

Only in this way can you completely adapt to the complete rules and not be suppressed by the rules of the Tianyuan World.

Of course, if you just complete your own rule perception and then use the rule perception to temper yourself little by little, it is also possible, but this process may be very long, and Fang Ping simply does not have so much time to waste.

When he left Qiyun Sect, he promised Luo Yun a hundred years.

If you follow the second method, you may not be able to complete your tempering in a hundred years.

When Fang Ping's body was revealed, the cultivators and monsters hiding in the distance looked strange.

This guy looked painful and his breath was disordered. Is he injured?

Fang Ping's performance was really puzzling. They still remembered the relaxed state Fang Ping showed during the first thunder tribulation.

How come Fang Ping was injured just because the power of the thunder tribulation increased a little bit?

Soon, the second thunder tribulation was about to arrive. Because there was still a lot of residual thunder tribulation energy in his body, Fang Ping did not dare to be careless. He quickly circulated the chaotic energy to absorb and refine it, and at the same time opened his mouth to spit out the thunder tribulation energy that had been compressed into a thunder ball.

Just when everyone was wondering how Fang Ping would deal with this thunder ball, Fang Ping grabbed it casually, and the space around the thunder ball collapsed suddenly, and then sealed the thunder ball.

"Fuck, what kind of trick is this?"

"Space magic, isn't he just a golden elixir?"

"How is this possible? That's the thunder energy from the 79th thunder tribulation. Not only can he easily withstand it, but he can also control it at will to compress the energy into a ball and send it out of his body. Now he has sealed it with space magic."

"If you have such a trick, why don't you just lead the thunder tribulation to another place? Why are you still stupidly being struck by thunder so many times? Are you a masochist?"

"Nonsense, it's just nonsense. Ling'er is still next to him. If there is a problem with the seal, won't Ling'er be implicated?"

Fang Ping's shocking move shocked everyone. Whether it was the cultivators or the demons, they were all amazed at Fang Ping's strength and background. At the same time, Fang Ping's behavior and purpose of sealing the thunder ball made them even more puzzled.

Fang Ping didn't think much about it. He just looked up at the sky and prepared to welcome the arrival of the next thunder tribulation with a normal expression.

In the short moment between the two thunder tribulations, Fang Ping still forcibly mobilized the chaotic energy to seize every moment to repair the injuries of his body and Nascent Soul.

"Crack"

Another thunder tribulation fell, and Fang Ping still introduced them directly into his body to temper himself in all directions in the same way as before.

Meridians, body, internal organs, soul, Nascent Soul, sacred tree, and even several spiritual treasures on his body were all sent into the thunder to be tempered.

It is always easy to destroy everything in the world, but it is difficult to restore after being destroyed.

The same is true for the body of a cultivator. The process of Fang Ping inducing thunder tribulation to temper himself is tantamount to a destruction of his own body.

When the body is destroyed, it is inevitable that there will be damage.

"Puff..."

Fang Ping spurted out two mouthfuls of blood in succession, and there was a blood hole bursting on his arm. The blood arrows covered with thunder shot out and were refined into invisible by thunder just after leaving the body.

Thunder was densely distributed in the soul space, and it was several times denser than the first thunder tribulation.

Even though Fang Ping was a Yang God soul, facing such dense thunder tempering, whenever thunder fell on the soul, large chunks of the soul would still be shattered, turning into pure soul mist that permeated the soul space.

In the soul space today, even if there were lightning arcs constantly flashing and refining, even if Fang Ping's soul was constantly devouring and absorbing to replenish the soul consumption, it still couldn't keep up with the speed of mist generation.

However, in the process of the soul being shattered and absorbing the mist that was repeatedly tempered by the lightning arcs in the sea of ​​consciousness, Fang Ping gradually discovered that his soul was also undergoing a transformation.

"Crack......" "Puff..."

The thunder of the heavenly tribulation continued to fall, and Fang Ping was also constantly taking risks to temper himself. After almost every thunder fell, Fang Ping would spurt blood one after another, and blood holes would burst in various parts of his front body, and then they would be quickly repaired by Fang Ping.

When the ninth thunderbolt struck, Fang Ping's left elbow suddenly exploded, and the flesh and bones were shattered by the thunder in an instant, turning into smoke and dissipating.

In such a situation, Fang Ping only groaned, enduring the severe pain without shouting out.