If you want to become a true Supreme Being, you need to survive the Supreme Tribulation.
There are countless geniuses who have been shattered and turned into ashes in this calamity.
But there are a few people who can barely make it through.
Moreover, depending on the person who overcomes the tribulation, the supreme tribulation caused can also be divided into three, six or nine levels.
Such as the three-nine tribulations of heaven, the sixty-nine tribulations of poverty, the ninety-nine tribulations of destruction, and so on.
The higher the level of calamity, the more difficult it is to survive.
Of course, after you get through it, you will be stronger.
But there is a kind of disaster that has happened only a few times throughout the ages.
There is very little information left.
Many people even doubt whether such a disaster has ever existed.
That kind of calamity is called the final supreme calamity.
This calamity was struck by thousands of thunderbolts thousands of times.
In addition, the phantom mark left by the most powerful tribulation-rider in the past and present will also be revealed.
That kind of person has the lowest achievement, but he also attains enlightenment and becomes an emperor.
There are even more accomplished figures.
As for who can cause such a disaster.
Only those who are so defiant that they can influence the order of heaven and earth and the order of all things can enjoy this kind of treatment.
This kind of person exists in the world, and if he breaks through, he will subvert the original order and rules of the world.
Therefore, a certain death penalty is needed to bring it to its end and not be able to affect the world.
This is the origin of the name of the Final Supreme Tribulation.
Inciting this calamity is no different from ten deaths and no life.
"Oh my god, it's the final supreme tribulation!"
"The body of chaos is so terrifying!"
Countless geniuses are a little confused.
It was the first time I saw this mysterious punishment that only existed in ancient history.
Thousands of thunders shake the vastness of the universe!
The phantoms of countless powerful tribulation transcenders appeared in the void!
The supreme calamity of the end leads people to the end!
At this moment, everyone’s hearts were trembling!
In the borderland, there are several vague figures standing in the vastness.
That was a quasi-emperor level powerhouse who had been stationed at the border all year round.
"That one is...the chaotic body from a foreign land."
"One of the Six World-Destroying Kings should not be underestimated. Do you still remember the disaster that several of the Six World-Destroying Kings brought to the border?"
"The origin and cause of that foreign chaotic body is difficult to detect. It seems to have been wiped away without any trace."
"To ensure nothing is lost, he must be killed."
"Can you please get that person to take action?"
"That could cause big problems."
"There is no other way. The six world-destroying kings are also bodies of chaos. They cannot exist in the world, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous."
Several quasi-emperors sitting at the border were communicating with each other with solemn expressions.
And in the border wilderness, here is the blood sacrifice place.
The final supreme calamity is coming, shocking all directions.
"Retreat, retreat quickly, don't get involved!" Xuan Haoqiong shouted.
That is the ultimate supreme tribulation.
Even for seed-level people like them, the number of calamities they have survived is only sixty-nine miserable calamities at best.
It didn't even trigger the Nine-Nine Tribulations of Destruction.
As for the final supreme tribulation, I dare not even think about it.
Even if you have become a supreme being, if you are involved in such a disaster, you can only fall.
call out! call out! call out!
Countless wind sounds sounded, and everyone around them was retreating.
"The Chaos Body will definitely die. He cannot survive such a calamity!" said the Little Holy King of the Golden Crow.
The power of this final supreme tribulation is much stronger than the simplified version of the ancient ninth killing array they deployed.
Almost no one can make it through.
And Jun Xiaoyao, with his white clothes spread out and his slender figure, standing on the top of the giant mountain of white bones.
He didn't care about the Golden Crow Little Saint King and others.
They are just clowns.
"The final supreme tribulation?"
Jun Xiaoyao raised his head and looked up at the sky of the universe.
This kind of series of catastrophes means death to anyone else.
But for Jun Xiaoyao.
But err!
Jun Xiaoyao stepped into the sky, waved his big sleeves, and the chaotic energy surged around his body, and the silk threads fell down, crushing the void.
Within his body, a law shimmered with brilliant brilliance, and a strong force of Qi and blood was surging.
It is the law of the flesh!
"Heavenly Tribulation can make the laws of my body more perfect."
This final supreme calamity is a doom of death for others.
But for Jun Xiaoyao, it was a great tonic.
Boom!
Jun Xiaoyao stepped onto the sky step by step, crushing the void with his soles.
Having condensed the laws of the physical body, the power of his physical body increased exponentially.
Even, it has begun to gradually transcend the simple concept of the physical body.
Instead, it turned into an existence like law energy.
There is also the world of Three Thousand Sumeru that he cultivated with the body book before, because of the cohesion of the laws of the physical body.
Once again, each Sumeru world evolves and is born.
From two hundred and sixty, it started to increase rapidly.
Two hundred and seventy!
Two hundred and eighty!
Two hundred and ninety!
boom!
The vast thunders entangled each other, turned into a thundering sky, and swept down!
The sky is shattering and the earth is shattering, and the surrounding areas are trembling!
Jun Xiaoyao raised his hand and punched out!
Open the sky with one punch!
Boom!
Thunder thunders on the ground, exploding into the vast sky!
Space cracks tens of millions of miles long are spreading!
This is simply like a world-ending catastrophe!
Thunder of various colors are landing, killing!
Heavenly Yin Mother Thunder, Xuanming Thunder, Colorful Immortal Thunder, Chaos Thunder...
The countless thunder catastrophes were dazzling.
At the same time, among the calamity clouds, young figures emerged one after another.
There are men and women, the men are unparalleled in stature, and the women are unparalleled in their grace.
These are the imprints left by the best people in each era.
There is a phantom of a man, driving a five-spirit chariot, like the emperor of heaven patrolling the world!
There is a woman with peerless beauty. She is like a reincarnation of a fairy, raising her palms to suppress the common people!
It can be said that any phantom is unique.
Even more so than some of the seed-level geniuses present.
"It's too scary. What kind of punishment is this!?"
"That chaotic body will definitely die, and it is absolutely impossible to survive!"
Those geniuses who hid far away were all panic-stricken.
If it were them, they might not be able to hold on for a few breaths and they would be turned into ashes.
And in the midst of the endless flashes of thunder, Jun Xiaoyao was like the God of War of Chaos, the Immortal King of Gods, and as his palms turned over, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered!
"Oh my god, they are all defeated by my men. They are just robbed and punished. What can I do?"
Jun Xiaoyao hunts in white clothes, fluttering in the wind.
The black hair is messy, which adds a bit of uninhibited free and easy style to Jun Xiaoyao.
For Jun Xiaoyao, he is nothingness.
Not attached to cause and effect.
Destiny will not be controlled by any rules.
My destiny is mine!
Jun Xiaoyao made a big chaotic hand seal, scattering the thunder calamity in front of him.
Behind the scenes, the phenomenon of Chaos opening up the sky appeared, and everything in the vast expanse was covered by Chaos!
Even the vast thunder calamity was submerged in it.
Ahead, many phantom marks with ancient names were charging at Jun Xiaoyao.
There is a supreme hero who drives a five-spirit chariot, just like the emperor of heaven.
There is a goddess who is like the reincarnation of a true immortal, a goddess with extraordinary beauty.
For all these, Jun Xiaoyao smiled freely.
"Where are the heroes of Qing Dynasty? How many of them can we rival today and in ancient times?"
"Eternity comes and goes, and you are all reduced to dust."
"Now in this vast land, my Lord rises and falls!"
Jun Xiaoyao rolled up his sleeves and held out the Weeping God Halberd. His white hair was three thousand feet long and scattered in the void!
A halberd was slashed out, splitting thousands of thunder and disasters, and the world was boundless!
The heroes of all generations are all passers-by, but I am the only one who has left his name behind!
