Rumble!
A golden light suddenly struck down from the thundercloud!
This light no longer looked like a thunder tribulation, but rather like a pure energy attack!
Luo Jianqing shouted loudly, holding the Frost Floating Sword in his hand, and attacked head-on, while the "Nine Lotuses Heaven-Destroying Record" in his body began to run wildly.
"The first limit of all things in the universe is the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon, the day and the night!"
"I seize the first limit of all things. Tomorrow's bright moon will shine, regardless of day or night!"
"Seize the sun and the moon!"
Bang!
Time seemed to stand still, the dazzling golden light the sole focal point. A frail cultivator collided with the vast golden light, carrying the might of the Heavenly Dao and as vast as the ocean. This trembled in fear for countless cultivators in the distance.
This moment was magnified to an infinitely long extent.
When the dust settled, the golden energy suddenly shattered into thousands of fragments, rushing in all directions. Even though the power had been dispersed into many channels, when these energies collided with the barrier of the Four Directions Calming Formation one by one, they still caused the formation to tremble slightly.
Everyone saw the thin figure suddenly fly backwards and fall into the sea.
A quarter of an hour passed, two quarters of an hour passed, three quarters of an hour passed...
"Brother Luo, could it be..." a cultivator said in a trembling voice.
Someone immediately replied: "I don't think so..."
"Yes, how could that be? Although the thunder tribulation is terrifying, but...but Fellow Daoist Luo is an unparalleled genius who has survived the tribulation for seventy years!"
As everyone was discussing this, a cyan figure suddenly flew out from the sea. His body was already covered in blood, a bloody mess. His sword-wielding hand drooped limply, blood dripping from his fingertips. He looked utterly miserable.
However, he finally survived ninety-nine and eighty-one thunder tribulations!
"It's indeed Fellow Daoist Luo. How on earth did he survive that last thunder tribulation? That thunder tribulation even killed the Demon Lord Moyu."
"No matter what, as long as we survive this last thunder tribulation, there will be no problem."
"Yes, yes, from now on, should we change our words? We can no longer call him Fellow Daoist Luo, but should we call him Venerable..."
"No! Why haven't the thunderclouds in the sky dispersed yet?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked up at the sky in horror.
As expected, the gloomy and depressing black thunderclouds were still lingering in the sky, like a huge mountain pressing down on everyone's hearts.
Luo Jianqing's face gradually darkened, his gaze calmly gazing at the still-unceasing thunderclouds in the sky. He tried to grip his sword, but his hand was completely immobile, its bones broken, and he could only maintain the grip.
A light green light flickered gently in the dark thunderclouds, and Luo Jianqing raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face.
No one knew how long it took, but suddenly a bolt of blue lightning struck from the black thundercloud! This bolt of lightning seemed simple, far less powerful than the golden one from earlier, yet it carried a hint of destruction, causing all onlookers to tremble.
Luo Jianqing raised the Frost Floating Sword with trembling fingers and rushed forward.
However, at this moment, a golden sword light flew from afar and instantly hit the thunder.
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