Chapter 835: Successfully Overcame the Tribulation "Ahhh! Block it for me!" The old ghost Lingxu roared and danced the Ten Thousand Souls Banner like a windmill. The dim light on the banner became brighter, and thousands of ghosts gushed out from the banner and condensed into a giant ghost shadow that was a hundred feet tall in front of him.
The giant ghost had a green face and fangs, and with its hands grasping the pitch-black soul shield, it faced the remaining power of the lightning pillar.
However, thunder can restrain evil spirits. As soon as the lightning column touched the soul shield, a "sizzling" burning sound was emitted.
The giant ghost's phantom screamed and began to melt. The soul shield was instantly covered with scorch marks and turned into flying ashes.
The old ghost Lingxu's face turned pale, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. With a flick of his sleeves, three soul beads filled with a strong aura of death flew out, exploded in the air, and turned into a thick layer of soul mist.
This is his life soul bead that he has treasured for many years, each of which contains a thousand-year-old ghost power.
It was originally a trump card used to break through the realm, but now it can only be used to barely buffer the thunder power.
The soul mist collided with the lightning pillar and was instantly ignited, turning into a sea of dark green fire. However, it only lasted for three breaths before being completely torn apart by the lightning pillar.
"And this!" A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly tore open his clothes, revealing a hideous soul pattern on his chest.
He pressed his double seal on it—"Blood Soul Sacrifice!"
As he roared, the ghost power around him tripled, but his gray hair turned snow-white at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his skin became increasingly drier, as if all the moisture had been sucked out of it.
This is a forbidden technique that burns one's own blood, essence, and soul. It can temporarily increase one's strength, but will leave permanent damage.
With this power, the old ghost Lingxu controlled the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to shoot out thousands of soul threads, weaving them into a huge soul net to intercept the lightning pillar again.
But this time, the lightning column directly pierced through the soul net and hit him hard on the shoulder - "Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking can be clearly heard.
The left arm of the old ghost Lingxu was instantly blown into a bloody mess by the lightning, and black ghost blood mixed with charred flesh splattered.
The whole body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, stirring up a cloud of dust.
He struggled to get up. His left arm was completely disabled, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was drooping in his arms. There were several large cracks on the banner, and the roars of the ghosts inside became weaker.
The series of actions just now, from fully activating the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, sacrificing his own soul bead, to the forbidden blood soul technique, were all his trump cards. However, he couldn't even completely block the first thunder tribulation, and the residual power alone caused him to suffer serious injuries.
"No... Impossible..." Lingxu Old Ghost trembled all over, looking at the thunderclouds still rolling in the sky. The fierceness and fanaticism in his eyes were instantly replaced by fear. "This is only the first one... There are more ways? Old Master, are you kidding me?"
He thought back to his life. He had been an orphan since childhood and was adopted by a ghost cultivator. It was true that he practiced evil skills, but he only killed bullies who exploited the people, treacherous monks, and enemies who wanted to take his life. He never killed innocent people.
Is it because he is a ghost that he is not even qualified to survive the tribulation?
Despair washed over him like a tide. He slumped to the ground, his broken body twitching slightly. His eyes, once wide open, lost their luster, and a wry smile played on his lips: "Forget it... After a lifetime of hard work, I still have to suffer the consequences of this disaster..."
He slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the next thunder tribulation to come, without even having the energy to resist.
Chen Huaian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the crumbling Qinglian Sword Domain, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
The residual power of the first thunder tribulation just now almost caused the formation to collapse. If another thunder tribulation comes, let alone a sword formation, even a hundred sword formations will not be enough to stop it!
He was about to curse when he suddenly discovered that the thunderclouds had stopped rolling.
The condensed shadow of the thunder beast gradually faded, and the purple-black clouds faded away at a speed visible to the naked eye, revealing the original clear sky.
What's even more bizarre is that the original violent pressure disappeared.
A colorful fairy bridge slowly descended from the depths of the clouds.
The bridge was formed by condensed clouds, dotted with countless twinkling points of light, emitting a gentle and sacred aura, in stark contrast to the thunderous power just now.
The old ghost Lingxu closed his eyes and waited for a long time, but instead of the expected thunder tribulation, he felt a warm breath enveloping him.
He opened his eyes a crack in confusion, and when he saw the immortal bridge, he was stunned for a moment, his mouth wide open enough to fit a fist, and he even forgot the pain in his broken left arm: "What... What is this? An immortal bridge? Shouldn't it kill me?"
Chen Huaian was even more confused. He raised his head and rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he was hallucinating because of the thunder tribulation: "No, I'm dead!
What's Mr. 꽭 doing? First a stick, then a candy?
That's not right. Where's the Thunder Tribulation? How the hell can you leave midway?! "
He looked at the immortal bridge that slowly extended in front of Lingxu Old Ghost, then looked at the dull-looking old ghost, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He felt... like he was being set up.
Even if the sword formation is not strengthened by 30%, it will have no problem withstanding the first thunder tribulation.
If he knew that the disaster to the old ghost Lingxu would only last for a short time, he would not have spent so much high-grade spiritual jade.
These are all precious resources!
Looking at the old ghost Lingxu, after a brief moment of stagnation, he swallowed hard, carefully stretched out his intact right hand, and touched the edge of the immortal bridge - a stream of pure immortal spiritual energy instantly surged into his body, and his originally broken body began to slowly recover, and the severe pain in his left arm was relieved a lot.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Huaian, his eyes full of confusion: "Chen Jianzun... Old man, this... is this a successful tribulation?"
Chen Huaian's mouth twitched: "You ask me, who should I ask? I haven't survived the catastrophe yet..."
But now that the Immortal Bridge has come down, I think I have successfully crossed the tribulation..."
Chen Huaian was definitely no less puzzled than the old ghost Lingxu.
The last time Tu Shanyue survived the tribulation, the situation was very strange, with much ado about nothing.
This time, the situation of Lingxu old ghost's tribulation was even more bizarre.
Others face life and death when going through tribulation, but old ghost Lingxu is different. He can pass it with just one thunderbolt!
The strange vision and the shadow of the thunder beast in front of him seemed to be just a formality, just for performance.
It was as if saying to the people of Cangyun Realm: Hey! Did you see that? The thunder tribulation has come!
You can’t say that thunder tribulation has never happened in the future~
It's just... perfunctory.
I feel like the fairy world is a little lacking, a little... hungry and indiscriminate.
The old ghost Lingxu scratched his head. The despair on his face had long since vanished, replaced by a hint of enlightenment: "This old man... This old man seems to understand! Hahahaha! Maybe it's because although this old man has practiced the ghost way all his life, he has never been able to move his heart and move the Tao?"
Chen Huaian: “…”
A ghost cultivator was moved and asked?
It's so funny to slide down!
He would rather believe that controlling thunder tribulation is a new business that he is not familiar with.
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at the same time.
Cangyun Realm, the upper realm.
"Oh..." Yu Cizhen slapped her forehead and stuck out her tongue embarrassedly while looking at the Cangyun Realm sand table.
"I only adjusted the total power of the thunder tribulation, but forgot to adjust the total number of thunder tribulations... hehe..."
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