A ball of golden flame burned at the heart position.

The soul is mythical and the body is flawless.

Only when the soul and body are pushed to their limits will the great calamity come. At this moment, Chen Luo's soul power has reached the standard, and the only half step left is the physical strength.

"Zhao Qi!!"

Chen Luo opened his eyes, and the golden light turned into two rays of light, penetrating the formation and appearing in the outside world. A group of poisonous scorpions that gathered towards the sand dunes all retreated to the ground, and none of them dared to show up again.

"You came to Black Snake and Enmity in person, but you just yelled at me when you came to me. The difference is too big. I helped you snatch a Mahayana divine thought." Zhao Qi's voice came.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Chen Luo only felt that his body was as if it was on fire and filled with destructive power.

“Here I come.”

There was a flash of light, and then the last divine consciousness transformed by the corpse-reincarnated immortal Zhao Qi merged into Chen Luo's body like a young swallow returning to its nest.

Buzz!!

The powerful power of the soul returned to the body, and after circulating for a circle, the soul fed back to the body, helping the body to complete the last step of improvement. In an instant, a mysterious feeling rose from the heart, the soul and the body were sublimated at the same time, and the cultivation instantly broke through the shackles and reached the next realm.

The initial stage of tribulation!

As his breath increased, Chen Luo suddenly felt a palpitation.

Looking up, he saw a whirlpool appearing above the dark sky, as if something was locking him in place.

"Great calamity?"

Chen Luo suddenly had an epiphany.

To practice Taoism and become an immortal, one must go through thunder tribulation.

The heavenly tribulation before the Crossing Tribulation Realm is called the "small heavenly tribulation". The main function of the small heavenly tribulation is to temper the spiritual power and strengthen the physical body. Many cultivators at a low level will try every means to avoid the "small heavenly tribulation", but they don't know that the existence of the "small heavenly tribulation" is to accumulate for the subsequent realm. When the "big heavenly tribulation" comes, the cultivators will understand the importance of the "small heavenly tribulation", but it's a pity that there is no way back at that time.

The Great Heavenly Tribulation is called the threshold between immortals and mortals by immortal cultivators. It is divided into four realms: the early stage, the middle stage, the late stage and the peak stage, and each realm can trigger the Heavenly Tribulation.

But the power of the heavenly tribulation corresponding to each realm is different.

The great heavenly tribulation triggered in the early stage of the tribulation is the "one-nine" thunder tribulation. One only needs to go through nine thunder tribulations to advance to the Mahayana realm. The great heavenly tribulation triggered in the middle stage of the tribulation is the "three-nine" thunder tribulation. After going through it, the body will be baptized by twenty-seven heavenly thunders, and the immortal spirit will be born in the body, and it will have the appearance of becoming an immortal.

The thunder tribulation triggered in the later stage of transcending the tribulation is the "six-nine" thunder tribulation. A total of fifty-four thunder tribulations need to be experienced. Those who transcend the "six-nine" thunder tribulation will have the foundation of a true immortal, and the immortal spirit in their bodies will be dozens of times purer than that of the immortal cultivators who transcend the thirty-nine thunder tribulation. The starting points of the two will be completely different.

The great heavenly tribulation triggered by the peak of the tribulation is the most terrifying "Nine Nine" tribulation. It is said that the immortal cultivator who has passed the Nine Nine Tribulation will have the foundation of the Immortal Emperor and have the opportunity to achieve the supreme immortal way.

In the world of immortal cultivation, it is rare to see cultivators who are trying to overcome the tribulation, because most of their energy is focused on dealing with the tribulation, and if they are not careful, they will die.

In order to increase the success rate of overcoming the tribulation, cultivators from all races have figured out countless methods.

The most common one is the secret technique to avoid disaster.

The secret art of avoiding disasters is a tricky method. People who practice the secret art of overcoming disasters can greatly weaken the power of the heavenly disaster. They only absorb a small part of the power of the thunder disaster, and then use the secret art to ascend and achieve the realm of Mahayana. The ancestor of the Winged People is this kind of Mahayana.

This type of Mahayana monk has the highest success rate in overcoming tribulations.

But their potential is also the lowest, because they have only experienced the "one nine" thunder tribulation, and nine thunder tribulations cannot transform their bodies into immortal bodies. Even if such people advance to the Mahayana realm, they will always be stuck in the first realm and cannot make any progress. Unless a great power brings down the immortal spirit from the upper realm to help them baptize their bodies, but this possibility is too small. If it were really that simple, there wouldn't be so many people fighting each other for the "opportunity to become an immortal", and their fellow disciples wouldn't betray them.

"Nineteen thunder tribulations are not enough."

Chen Luo quickly restrained his breath, and the breath on the surface of his body gradually calmed down. But even if he restrained his breath now, he could still feel the lock of the thunder tribulation on him. Once the spiritual power he used exceeded the critical point, the heavenly tribulation above would fall immediately.

Spreading his spiritual sense, Chen Luo saw a large group of sand scorpion demons hiding at the edge of the formation and peeking timidly. These demons were short, most of them were only 30 cm tall, and a few leaders who had cultivated demonic energy grew to 50 cm, but their strength was only at the level of forming a pill, or the lowest level of blood pill. With this kind of strength, they couldn't dominate in the Tiannan region, let alone in this world of immortal cultivation where there were so many masters. After confirming that there were no other threats, Chen Luo began to sort out the gains from this promotion.

Sand pit.

A group of sand scorpions gathered at the bottom of the pit, poking their heads in the direction of the formation.

"In my opinion, there must be treasures in it!"

Sand Man looked at the foggy area ahead, and a trace of greed arose in his heart. Their Sand Scorpion Clan was almost at the bottom of the list of all races in the world of immortal cultivation. The reason they were able to survive until now was because they were afraid of death and had a reproductive capacity far superior to other races.

In front of those alchemists, the members of their Sand Scorpion tribe were just medicinal herbs.

When they needed something, they would come and grab some and take them away. However, the clan leaders and chiefs were all afraid of death and hid in sand caves, not daring to show their heads.

"I, Shaman, must seize this opportunity and lead the Sand Scorpion Clan to rise! ! "

The sand scorpion demon who spoke took two steps forward.

"What are you doing?"

The patriarch immediately spoke up to stop it.

"Didn't we agree to observe for a while first?"

"We have been observing for five years. If it was a monk, he would have come out long ago."

Shaman ignored the chief's rebuke and walked towards the formation.

"Come back soon!" the patriarch shouted anxiously.

In his opinion, Shaman's behavior was courting death. The waters of the world of immortal cultivation were so deep that he was a weak third-level demon, leading such a large tribe to survive. He lived in fear every day, fearing that he would accidentally provoke a big shot who should not be provoked, leading to the extinction of the tribe.

"Chief, you are old."

Shaman turned around and glanced at the cowardly chief.

The Sand Scorpion Tribe had fallen to this point because the tribe leader was too weak! When he, the Sand Man, got the treasure inside, he would definitely remove the tribe leader and lead the Sand Scorpion Tribe to rise again.

"Just stay here and watch me succeed."

Shaman turned around and continued walking forward.

At this moment, a layer of flowing light suddenly appeared on the surface of the formation.

The Sand Scorpion Chief sensed something was wrong at the first moment, and he immediately turned around and yelled at the tribesmen around him.

"Dig underground! Hide!!"

The habit of escaping formed over the years made the Sand Scorpion tribe escape underground at the fastest speed. The Sand Man walking in front hesitated for a moment, but he did not obey the order of the tribe leader, but continued to move forward.

The light curtain that had covered the area for five years suddenly broke open. A breath that was beyond the comprehension of the Sand Scorpion Clan swept out from inside. This was not an active attack, but an aura that was accidentally emitted by the people in seclusion inside.

puff!

The breath swept past, like a passing boulder, "crushing" the sand scorpion. This most fearless warrior of the sand scorpion tribe exploded into a bloody mist on the spot, and one of its tails was blown into the sand cave by the strong wind.

A group of Sand Scorpion people trembled all over when they saw this scene.

Shaman is gone?

Who killed him!

Several Sand Scorpion boys who were as young as Sha Man picked up the tails on the ground and looked at the patriarch with fear on their faces. Only at this time did they remember the patriarch and the words he had said.

It turns out that the world of immortal cultivation is really so dangerous.

“It’s the breath of great power.”

The chief of the Sand Scorpion tribe looked at the only remaining tail with a slightly dim look in his eyes. If possible, he would also like to stand up straight and be a demon, flying high every day and overlooking the earth.

But, there are no ifs.

Their Sand Scorpion Clan was too weak; they had no bloodline, no ancestors, and no magic weapons.

Just like weeds on the roadside, anyone passing by can step on them. Why do the Sand Scorpion Clan live in such a barren land? It's because the spiritual energy here is thin, and those powerful and large clans look down on it. This way they can avoid being stepped on and killed by those passing powerful people.

"Keep it. It should be the aura that the senior inside accidentally released. The other party may not even know of our existence."

When someone was passing by, he accidentally stepped on an ant and killed it.

It's that simple.

Several young sand scorpions who had been clamoring to go in and look for opportunities suddenly quieted down. For the first time, they understood the decision of their chief and the situation of their sand scorpion tribe.

The weak sometimes have no choice.

After a long while, the smell outside gradually dissipated, and a group of sand scorpions hiding in the sand cave carefully removed the protective spiritual power above them, and the tribe leader was the first to crawl out. However, as soon as he crawled out of the sand cave, he was stunned.

"Patriarch?"

The group of sand scorpions inside didn't understand what was happening outside and asked anxiously through voice transmission.

"It's safe, come up."

The Sand Scorpion Chief came to his senses and spoke to his fellow tribesmen in the sand cave.

A group of sand scorpions quickly crawled out of the sand cave, but the next moment they stayed where they were like the patriarch.

The rosy glow area that had been blocking the divine sense disappeared, and the sand dunes and canyons inside also disappeared, replaced by a bottomless pit. In the center of the pit, there were still waves of heat like lava, as if it had been struck by lightning.

"Where's the mountain?"

The young sand scorpion's eyes were dull, and he couldn't imagine what kind of power could create such an exaggerated scene before his eyes.

"It's time to go."

"If you want to survive in the world of immortal cultivation, you must stay away from these people!"

The chief of the Sand Scorpion tribe taught the first lesson of life to several younger generations around him. The price of this lesson was the life of the Sand Man. I believe that after today, these young Sand Scorpions will grow up quickly and understand the difficulties of him as the chief.

After confirming that there was no danger, the Sand Scorpion leader led his people into the pit and began to look for things that were useful to their Sand Scorpion tribe. Picking up some treasures left by the powerful would be the biggest gain for them.

"Chief, there are a few fragments here."

Soon, some tribesmen found several fragments of formation flags in the sand pit, and the aura emanating from them cheered up the tribe leader.

Finally there was a reward, and it was worth it for him to lead his people to take this risk!

Leaving the territory of the Sand Scorpion Clan, Chen Luo transformed into a stream of light and flew towards the direction of the Wanxiang Immortal Gate. After five years of seclusion, he didn't know if anything had happened in the gate, whether the Blood Demon and the Winged People were still fighting, and what stage the matter of the Immortal Realm Passage had developed to. (End of this chapter)