Zi Shu, who was hiding in the dark, had a heavy look.
This is why they must establish a demon sect. It is too difficult for demon cultivators to embark on this path. It is already difficult to maintain the mind after becoming a demon. The stages of childbirth and god transformation are even more difficult. In the end, only a few survive.
Looking at Bai Mengjin's transformation into a god again, not only are there people protecting her, they even carry thunder from the sky for her. In this way, the possibility of survival is greatly increased.
Ninety-nine heavenly tribulations have returned to one, there are already seven paths, and only two are left.
"Boom..." Thunder continued in the sky, and thick clouds rolled in.
The eighth thunder was about to be brewed, and Hu Erniang said softly: "Let me do this one! You helped me pick up my cultivation, and now it's time for me to repay it."
Bai Mengjin didn't stop him, he just said: "Senior, please be careful. You are now a ghost cultivator, and you are restrained by the thunder."
Hu Erniang smiled: "Don't worry, I know."
Among the demonic clouds, thunder and lightning are like snakes spitting out messages.
Bai Mengjin activated the Yin Yuan Bracelet in time, and Hu Erniang flew up.
The thick thunder pillar rushed down and engulfed her in an instant.
At this moment, within the scope of the mountain-protecting formation, everyone, regardless of immortality or demonism, looked up.
The thunder pillar was temporarily blocked, and the network formed by the red thread was looming.
But this second to last sky thunder was really unusual, and it did not dissipate bit by bit like before.
Ning Yanzhi couldn't help but ask: "Master, can they hold it?"
Cen Muliang didn't know that it was Hu Erniang. He could only vaguely tell that it was a ghost cultivator. There were indeed many hidden masters in the Wuji Sect of the secret path. Hearing the question, he thought for a moment and replied: "Ordinary god-transforming monks, the last thunderbolt is not so powerful, and the result is hard to say."
As soon as she finished speaking, thunder exploded, the red line was swallowed up, and Hu Erniang fell down.
Everyone who saw this scene exclaimed.
Did it fail? Can Bai Mengjin just carry it on his own?
At this time, a sword light shot up into the sky and caught the thunder again.
"Master Ling!" Ning Yanzhi shouted, "He..."
Although Ling Bufei's strength exceeds that of ordinary Yuanying, he is still a fake god after all, which is a bit worse than the real god. Even the real god monks can't withstand it. Can he do it?
The sword light shook for a moment, as if it would shatter in the next moment, but it stabilized again after shaking.
The golden light loomed on Ling Bufei's body and gradually merged with the sky thunder. The power of heaven and earth was slowly absorbed by him, and the sword light became more and more stable, and then began to differentiate.
One turned into two, and two turned into four... Before long, it became a dense sword formation.
A sharp explosion sounded, and the sword light clashed with the air, causing sparks to explode, like a grand firework blooming in the air.
Cen Muliang was shocked: "This..."
"Master?" Ning Yanzhi had a vague feeling that something important had happened, but because his cultivation level was slightly lower, it was not true.
The Changling master next to him looked solemn, and Senior Brother Dai said: "He used the thunder of heaven as a guide to completely inspire the cultivation left behind by his mother - from now on, Master Ling is the real god."
Ling Bufei's cultivation was not achieved by himself, so he had neither the Heavenly Tribulation of Infant Formation nor the Heavenly Tribulation of Transformation into God. Although this made him safe and stable, it also lost the opportunity to temper and could not go further.
But it's different now. He made Bai Mengjin's disaster his own, making up for this lack.
Compared to the complicated mood of everyone in Danxia Palace, the Wuji Sect was much happier.
"Well, you are worthy of being the young sect leader." Yang Xiangtian said happily, "Senior Sister Jiang gave birth to a good son. All the hard work has paid off in the end."
Elder Niu stroked his beard and smiled: "Junior Brother Yang is wrong, we should call the sect master."
"Exactly! Exactly!" Yang Xiangtian laughed.
Lord Kumu was so happy that he ignored his injuries and shouted, "Sister, did you see it?"
Hua silently nodded, with relief in her eyes, and murmured: "I saw it. If Senior Brother Jiang knew about it, he would be able to rest in peace."
On the side of the Faceless Man, Zishu, Chenlong and others were speechless for a moment, while Maotu's face turned pale.
What the hell? One of them is not good enough at transforming into a god, but the other one actually takes advantage of the catastrophe? What a bad day today!
"Ahem!" Hu Erniang got up, extremely pleased.
This day, Tian Lei was stronger than when she transformed into a god. In addition, she turned into a ghost cultivator and was restrained. After all, it was a little worse. Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain, Ling Bufei held on.
Next, is the last one.
"Girl, are you ready?" Hu Erniang turned around and asked.
Bai Mengjin nodded lightly.
This thunder has been brewing for a long time, and some people even suspected that it was over.
Fortunately, the monks who transformed themselves into gods had experience and ordered their disciples not to take it lightly.
After a long waiting time, the thunder in the sky became louder and louder, and the thunder and lightning danced wildly in the air, failing to land for a long time.
Everyone gradually became nervous. Look at this posture, this last thunder is not simple!
Finally, golden light appeared in the sky.
In just an instant, the heaven and earth became a world of thunder and lightning.
This last thunder was no longer a thunder pillar, but a downpour. But what fell was not raindrops, but actual thunder and lightning.
"Oh my God, where are you going to hide?" The disciples panicked.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Cen Muliang shouted loudly: "Everyone, guard the demon-sealing formation and don't move lightly!"
As soon as the words fell, they were swallowed up by thunder
Gone.
There is nothing between heaven and earth except thunder and lightning.
With a "boom", the mountain guarding formation was completely destroyed. The monsters that had been spared before let out shrill screams and were swallowed up.
Fortunately, the Immortal Alliance has the Demon Sealing Formation here, so it can hold on for a few more breaths. But within a few breaths, Cen Muliang's lightsaber was also destroyed by the thunder.
Cen Muliang waved his hand again, and the lightsaber flew up, blocking everyone.
Yang Yang threw the scroll to the sky and formed the shape of a mountain in mid-air, which also blocked it.
Headmaster Xu and the elders took action one after another. Under the auspices of the priest Qingchuan, Canngling Mountain weaved a vine net in mid-air to try its best to protect the disciples below.
As for Bai Mengjin, they were too far away and couldn't really help.
In the lightning, Bai Mengjin flew up.
In the level of becoming a god, she was filled with demonic energy and completely unable to control herself. The stronger the demonic energy, the greater the power of the thunder.
Hu Erniang was horrified and watched helplessly as she was completely engulfed by the lightning.
"Mengjin!" Ling Bufei shouted.
The thunder showed no sign of dissipating, but became more and more intense.
Time passed little by little.
Did it fail? Why hasn’t the thunder disappeared yet? Where are people?
Ling Bufei, Hu Erniang... everyone stared at the sky, waiting for the answer.
"It failed, it must have failed!" Maotu, who was almost knocked unconscious by the thunder, murmured, with excitement and hatred in his eyes, "There is no way she can survive such a powerful thunder. It has been so long, it must be It was swallowed!"
