Volume 2, Chapter 414: The Twelve Levels of Thunder Tribulation.
Accompanied by an angry roar that echoed throughout the sky, the entire Dharma image of the heavens suddenly separated from Ye Tingmu's body.
The Dharma image broke away and went berserk in an instant. The spiritual energy around it raged, and the vast sky was filled with fierce turbulence.
Everyone was completely stunned.
Blood was flowing from the corner of Ye Tingmu's mouth at this moment, and the worry in Dongfang Qingzhu and others' eyes became even greater.
At this moment, Ye Tingmu spread out his five fingers, and the power of the Great Dao was revealed, directly controlling the Dharma images of the heavens.
"Give it to me Ning."
"ah!"
"roar...."
The wind and clouds are unpredictable, the sky is shaking, and the wind is howling in the rivers and lakes.
The monstrous Dharma images of the heavens that were stripped away by Ye Tingmu were actually shrinking little by little under his suppression.
From a thousand feet, to a hundred feet, to ten feet, to one foot...
As the Dharma image became smaller and smaller, the violent turbulence was also compressed onto the Dharma image by Ye Tingmu.
The sky was bright again, and the blue sky was cloudless again.
In the end, they saw that another Ye Tingmu appeared in front of Ye Tingmu.
That’s right, there are two Ye Tingmu.
The only difference is that the former is wearing clothes, while the latter is completely naked, surrounded by black air currents.
The crowd was completely stunned.
"Fuck, am I dazzled?"
"Can anyone tell me what this is about?"
"Fuck, it just broke..."
"The clone technique..."
Countless speculations flashed through their minds frantically, and their brains continued to roar.
My head is buzzing.
Who could have thought that such a scene would happen in the end, that the extracted Dharma image did not disappear, but Ye Tingmu created another self for it.
My own flesh and blood self.
Although most of them are not Immortal Emperors and have not experienced the process of breaking through to the Immortal Emperor level, they still understand the theoretical knowledge.
Such a scene once again overturned their cognition. Their sword master once again created a miracle, but this miracle was beyond their expectations, or it could be said that this miracle was completely different from the essence of their initial guess.
Who could have imagined that such an operation could be possible?
At this moment, Ye Tingmu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face, which had become ferocious due to the pain, gradually returned to normal. He looked at the other self in front of him, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
Everything is in his control. The person in front of him is not his real self, but just a carrier of his heavenly Dharma images. It is just by chance that he has his own appearance.
Although he looked alive, he was the only one who knew that he was still a dead object, and there was no emotion in his empty eyes.
It is still limited by itself.
"Now we only have one last step." He murmured softly.
He looked up at the sky and said, "Come on, it's time for you to take the stage."
After he finished speaking, he no longer blocked his aura of the Great Dao.
It was at this moment that the order of the world, the order established by the source, and the twelve major thunder tribulations detected Ye Tingmu's existence.
A breath also crossed the endless starry sky and descended for three days.
Above the sky, wind and clouds rose again, and in just a moment, dark clouds rolled in, pressing down on the sun.
Black clouds rolled over and condensed into a huge vortex above Broken Sword Mountain.
From time to time, a low growl could be heard from the black vortex. It seemed like a gigantic monster, staring at Ye Tingmu all the time.
As if it was going to devour him alive at any moment.
Thick pillars of lightning also began to appear in the black clouds.
Ye Tingmu had seen too many thunders, purple lightning, black lightning, and he had even seen blood-red lightning.
But at this moment, the thunder tribulation that belonged to him was golden.
Its appearance foreshadows destruction, but its golden appearance is full of sacredness, as if it itself symbolizes light. This is how he feels at the moment.
In the surrounding areas and outside Broken Sword Mountain, countless people also noticed all this. Some of them might be passing by, but of course most of them were spies planted by the Demon Realm, the Ten Immortal Sects, and the Heavenly Court.
Looking at the thunder in the sky, they knew that Zang was about to become the Immortal Emperor.
As for whether it can succeed, no one will doubt it.
Even though the Twelve Great Thunder Tribulations were the strongest thunder in the Jing Changhe Realm, they had killed countless powerful people.
But when it faced burial, no one had any hope for it.
"Here it comes, the thunder tribulation is about to fall."
"Just wait and see. The Sword Master is going to defy the thunder tribulation again."
In their understanding, Zang, their sword master, had encountered four thunder disasters in his life.
The first time, he chopped it off; the second time, he chopped it off; the third time, he swallowed it.
This was the fourth time, and they were looking forward to whether to chop it off or swallow it.
The golden lightning became thicker and thicker, and they slowly gathered together, eventually condensing into golden five-clawed dragons.
Then, without noticing, he roared, suddenly fell down, and rushed towards Ye Tingmu under the sky.
“Ah…”
Dragons roared in the sky, and dozens of golden dragons came towards Ye Tingmu with bared fangs and claws. They rushed forward one after another, regardless of everything, just to crush this man completely.
Ye Tingmu looked up, there was no fear or awe in his eyes.
Instead, there was an expression of endless joy, as if he had seen his prey.
"It's you. Help me and complete the final fusion."
He was still walking on that path. Even when the thunder tribulation struck, he still had not reached the ultimate peak in his deduction.
Among his countless attempts, these twelve great thunder tribulations were crucial, and only with their help could he succeed.
The path he took was beyond the rules set by the Source. He could walk this path by himself, but in the process, he had to rely on the power of the Source to break through the barrier.
At least he believed that only the Source itself could destroy the Source, and only it itself could break his order.
So Zang needs to borrow strength, at least that's what he needs right now.
He took another Ye Tingmu and went against the thunder tribulation without any resistance or counterattack.
He didn't even use his spiritual energy to resist the rolling thunder.
Everything happened so naturally, he was swallowed by the golden thunder in the watchful eyes of the crowd.
The golden thunder dragons finally condensed into a pillar of lightning.
It swallowed up Ye Tingmu and the carrier it condensed.
At this moment people can no longer see what is happening inside.
Because the thunder tribulation of the great Dao is not something they can understand.
But one thing is certain, Ye Tingmu must be fine, because the aura belonging to him is still there, and it is getting stronger and stronger.
There are twelve levels of thunder tribulation. Before the first level dissipates, the second level rises and then falls.
Then there is the triple.
It never dissipates, never stops, and it never gives the person undergoing the tribulation any chance to breathe, and is bound to wipe them out completely.
The lightning column became thicker and more powerful, causing ripples in the air.
The roaring sound lingers in the sky.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
