Volume 2, Chapter 438: Broken Thunder and Seeing the Immortal.

And three days later, outside Shuiyun Gorge, the Halloween thunder continued to rage, and the thunder controlled by Ye Tingmu was still scorching.

Between heaven and earth, there were charred pieces.

Wave after wave of air waves are like tides, and they have never stopped since the beginning.

Ripples and roars appeared from time to time on the protective formation of the Taxian Pavilion, and cracks quietly appeared on the walls of the formation.

The millions of people at this time no longer had the excitement and excitement they had at the beginning. All they had was fear. They were afraid that the formation would be broken and they would be torn to pieces by the remaining power of King Zhantian of the East China Sea.

"It's been half an hour and they haven't dispersed yet. What's taking so long?"

"I don't know. I only care whether this protective formation can hold up."

"Where are the All Saints? They're in the very center. Will anything happen to them?"

"Don't worry about it. He is a saint. How can he compare with you?"

"Too........"

A full half hour had passed, and the thunder of the explosion was still rolling and roaring, and everyone couldn't help but sweat.

Especially Jinghong and Jianwushu, they knew in their hearts that this was not the final revenge of heaven.

After this, there will definitely be more divine punishment.

Even though Ye Tingmu had endured the Ten Thousand Saints' thunder tribulation for so long, they couldn't imagine what the scene would be like if the heavenly punishment came down.

They weren't sure if he could make it.

At this moment, Ye Tingmu, who was in the midst of a thunderstorm involving tens of thousands of people, remained calm as usual. The thunder from tens of thousands of people was indeed stronger than he had imagined, but it was not to the point of being invincible.

It's just that my body is too ordinary and my realm is too low, so it's difficult to cut it.

Since it is so troublesome, he might as well not cut it and wait for it to dissipate on its own. Wouldn't that be better?

That was why he chose to resist the thunder in this way, and wait until its power weakened before striking with the sword.

At this moment, he could already feel that after the calamity of tens of thousands of people had continued to fall for half an hour, its momentum began to weaken. He knew that the time had come.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light shot straight into the sky.

"Now!"

The long sword appeared in his hand again, and this time he was holding a heavy sword to seal the city.

"Hanba is here."

As his mind was activated, the Sword of Sealing Dust and the Demon of Drought emerged from the blade.

A giant as tall as the sky emerged.

"The drought demon is here."

The moment he appeared, he directly covered the thunder. When people looked up, they could clearly see the place where the thunder roared, and the sky was covered.

A giant stood there, his whole body was red, and he remained unmoved by the thunder.

People looked at him with dazed and dull eyes. They had never seen such a giant. He looked like a human, but also a little like a demon. In short, they didn't know how to describe his appearance.

Although it looked ugly, it was full of majesty, making them want to worship it.

The moment he appeared, ripples began to appear in the space, and his pressure also permeated between heaven and earth.

That was the pressure from Hanba and Bingling. His appearance was just like when Guanqi appeared in the lower world, causing the order here to become a little unstable.

It began to fluctuate and collapse.

"What on earth is that?"

"It must be the devil."

"It doesn't matter. This must have been summoned by the King of the East Sea."

The saints who were still struggling under the sky were shocked when they saw the giant appear. At the same time, they unexpectedly discovered that the power of thunder they felt was greatly weakened, which made them breathe a sigh of relief.

Jinghong's eyes flickered and she exclaimed softly.

"Oh my god, my brother is so awesome, he's actually a soldier spirit."

The others were puzzled as to what the military spirit was.

Ye Nian looked at the phantom and asked, "Sister, what is a soldier spirit?"

"Above the Emperor's Divine Weapons, the King of Weapons is called the Realm Weapon. Each realm can produce only one. The spirit of a Realm Weapon is the Weapon Spirit."

She spoke briefly, but explained the concepts of world soldiers and soldier spirits clearly.

The king of weapons is the World Soldier. Only one can be born in one plane, and such a weapon has a soul. This giant is the spirit of the World Soldier.

This kind of knowledge was new to them. They had witnessed the power of the Emperor's Divine Weapon and originally thought that it was the most powerful existence in the world.

Unexpectedly, there was something more than this, and their king happened to have one.

After all, they have less experience, and at the same time, they yearn for heaven even more, because there are destined to be different and wonderful things waiting for them there. They look forward to stepping into that new world.

At this moment, in the thunder, Ye Tingmu held the heavy sword horizontally and gave orders.

"Help me slash the sky."

"Hanba obeys the order and opens the sky for the Lord." Hanba's deep voice sounded, like a huge bell, covering up the power of thunder, floating far away, and echoing between heaven and earth.

Ye Tingmu swung the sword towards the sky.

The overwhelming sword intent surged up, cutting through the thunder, cutting through the space, and heading towards the sky.

Hanba stomped his feet suddenly, and the mountains and rivers shook. It shot up and went away following the sword.

The sword rang loudly, and one sword cut through the sky.

Rumble!

Accompanied by thunder, an even louder roar suddenly sounded.

A hole was cut directly into the sky, and the rolling thunder and sea of clouds were split into two. In the cut place, a ray of sunlight shone down, extremely golden.

It was like a beam of light illuminating Ye Tingmu alone. No, to be precise, it was a beam of light, but it was different from ordinary light.

It seemed brighter, more divine, and filled with a sense of redemption.

Hanba also rushed into the sky at this moment. He came to the place where the dark thunder was cut open, raised his two huge hands, and then, in the gazes of countless people, he began to tear the sky apart.

Through that crack, the day is opened up bit by bit.

Lei Ting continued to roar and rushed towards him like a madman, but he ignored it and continued to exert force. There was a bloodshot light in his eyes and muscles bulged on his arms.

"Ah! Open it for me!"

With a shout, he tried his best, and that day, as he wished, he was completely stretched out.

At this moment, the thunder tribulation of tens of thousands of people was torn apart.

The sky opened, the light fell, and the thunderclouds wailed and cried.

Ye Tingmu stepped into the air and slashed with his heavy sword.

"Break it for me."

Another sword, stirring up millions of thunders, and also shattering millions of thunders.

The roar never stops and the wind never stops.

Everyone looked up, with shock in their eyes.

When the light completely fell, the sky and the earth became bright again. The dark clouds disappeared, and the hideous human face condensed by thunder also disappeared.

In the land of green fields and vast skies, Hanba retired after accomplishing his mission and sank into the Fengchen Sword.

Between heaven and earth, only Ye Tingmu was still standing there, holding a long sword, wrapped in thunder, looking down on the sky with disdain and despising the heavens.

People looked at him, their king, with gleams in their eyes.

They saw Wang Kaitian and saw their king defeat the heavens.

In an instant, countless golden lights fell, covering all the saints and their king.

At this moment, the thunder tribulation has passed, and immortals appear in the world.