Volume 2, Chapter 431: My king, please draw your sword and cut the sky.
The cracks crisscrossed and continued to extend in all directions until they disappeared into a place that even saints could not see.
Soon after, the cracks became more and more numerous and denser, and within just a few breaths, they were densely packed.
At this moment, looking up at the sky from the ground, they saw that the sky was broken.
It looks like a piece of glass, or maybe more like a spider web.
"bump!"
Another explosion sounded, deafening, and the whole world began to shake violently.
Then the fragments on the sky curtain collided and shattered into pieces.
This scene made millions of people's scalps tingle.
Yes, the sky was broken and collapsed.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have believed it. The sky was actually knocked down by a dragon.
But this is the fact. Before anyone could react, the fallen fragments of the sky suddenly disintegrated in the sky before they fell to the ground, turning into countless spiritual energy and dissipating in the sky.
At this moment, people felt that the spiritual energy around them seemed to have become more intense.
People were confused, maybe it was an illusion.
When people opened their eyes from panic and fear and looked up at the sky again, the sky was still there, intact, still clear and sunny.
Their Adam's apples moved madly as they felt the changes in the world and looked at everything before them. Sighs rose and fell, slowly merging into one.
The entire Shuiyun Gorge was filled with noise.
"What on earth is that?"
"Believe me, who should I ask? Even if I ask the heavens, they don't have a mouth."
"It's a barrier that separates the human world from the three heavens. Now the barrier has been broken, and the road to heaven has opened."
Compared to the millions of onlookers, the expressions of the saints in the field were much more solemn.
Because at the moment the sky shattered, they felt that there seemed to be a strange and powerful force in the sky that was coming across the vast sea of stars and locking onto them.
They also felt that there seemed to be an extra pair of eyes in the sky, staring at them intently.
They knew in their hearts that this was the breath of Heaven. The barrier was broken and Heaven sensed their presence.
It is about to bring down its first test.
The breath of destruction became stronger and stronger. At this moment, they knew that their heavenly calamity was about to come.
This time, there was not just one thunder tribulation, but tens of thousands of thunder tribulations.
He was standing beside Jinghong, originally lying down, but now he stood up.
"Lord, the thunder tribulation is coming."
Compared to the nervousness of others, Jinghong was not panicked at all. She was the only person in this world, besides Jianwushu, who had survived the thunder tribulation, and more than once.
He had once survived twelve major thunderstorms and remained intact, so how could he take the mere triple thunder tribulation seriously?
She put her hands on her hips and said domineeringly, "It's just a thunder tribulation. Don't be afraid. I'll be standing here and let her strike me. It won't matter."
When the people around heard these remarks, they naturally felt more confident, and at the same time they were also thinking in their hearts.
He is worthy of being called Jinghong. He is not afraid of heaven and earth, people or ghosts, and he is not afraid of thunder. He is extremely brave.
On the main peak, Ye Tingmu took out the Art of War from his waist. On the yellowed cover of the book, the four big words "The Art of War" had long been blurred.
It is actually quite rare for a paper book to be preserved to this day.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, he stared at the book in his hand and chuckled.
"Old buddy, long time no see."
This body of his had no spiritual roots, so naturally he couldn't cultivate, break free from the shackles, and trigger the thunder. He had no choice but to study.
He did not look at that day, but gently flicked his palm.
There was a gust of wind in my hand, and the wind rolled up the book in my hand and started turning the pages.
The sound of "Hua Hua..." lingers in my ears.
Finally stopped at the tenth chapter.
Ye Tingmu picked up the book and read aloud.
"Sun Tzu said, there are open areas, hanging areas, supporting areas, and narrow areas on the terrain..."
As he began to recite the tenth chapter of Sun Tzu's Art of War, the chapter on terrain, for the thousandth time, Ye Nian once again gave orders on the fertile plain.
"The sky has been shattered, the fairyland has been opened, everyone follow me and lead the thunder catastrophe."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wansheng exerted his strength, and Yue Mingfeng's body was filled with wind that reached the sky and poured down into the dome, and he pointed to the sky with one hand.
"Come on, Tian, let's draw our swords and have a fight."
Behind Jinghong, the shadow of a Yinglong slowly emerged, and with a flap of its wings, a strong wind blew.
The rest of the people also started to activate their Dantian, and injected spiritual energy into their own Dao crazily. At this moment, they also pushed their own realm to the peak of saints. They were only one step away from becoming immortals.
Beams of light shot up from the ground, rushing towards the sky.
At this moment, Wansheng took the initiative to attract thunder and lightning, and they were unscrupulously challenging the heaven.
Millions of people watched the scene before them, watched the tens of thousands of beams of light, clenched their fists excitedly, and sweat oozed from their palms.
They wanted to cheer loudly, but they didn't dare to, for fear that the thing on the sky would also target them. Or maybe they were afraid that they would accidentally disturb the saints in the distance, causing them to be distracted and then destroyed both physically and spiritually. In the end, being cautious was unnecessary.
The fear is real.
As tens of thousands of peak saintly auras surged towards the sky.
The order of the universe is activated and a calamity occurs.
The originally clear sky was suddenly filled with a sad wind, and then dark clouds rolled in.
The rushing black clouds completely covered the sky in just a moment.
At this moment the world went dark.
“Sizzle!!”
“Boom!”
The world became dark, yet noisy. Where the sea of clouds was surging, countless bolts of lightning emerged from nothingness. They crisscrossed, gradually grew thicker, and then merged.
Gradually, giant purple dragons formed.
They rolled and roared, waves of dragon power swept downwards, and the momentum brought by it turned into wind, which was very fierce.
He slapped everyone's faces wantonly.
Everyone gritted their teeth, their expressions solemn. Divine weapons appeared in their hands at the same time. They stared at the thunder on the sky. At this moment, their eyes were full of determination.
The thunder from heaven has arrived, it is either life or death, either becoming a god or a ghost.
The roar continues, never stopping, and the raging thunder seems to be about to fall at any moment. The explosions echo in people's ears and roar in their minds.
They were horrified, frightened, scared and panicked.
[Congratulations to the host for reading Sun Tzu's Art of War for 1000 days and successfully triggering the triple heavenly thunder.]
Ye Tingmu also quietly closed the book. On the sky, in the sea of thunder, there was another thunder. Although it was difficult to detect among the many thunders, Ye Tingmu knew in his heart that his thunder tribulation was coming.
Ye Nian stood up, and under the pressure of thunder, he slowly floated into the sky, then looked back at Shuiyunjian and bowed to the sky.
The deep voice covered the thunder that resounded here.
"The road to heaven has been opened, and the calamity has arrived."
"Please, my king, draw your sword and cut the sky!"
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