Three thunder tribulations fell together.
The entire Mountain of the Dead disappeared in this moment.
There is only a huge pit in which Yang Jian is located.
Everything around, whether it is dead spirits or dead energy, is no more than a firefly under the sun, disappearing in an instant under the majestic thunder and disaster of heaven and earth.
The wind kept blowing on Yang Jian's body. To this day, he has never understood that he is still alive.
Lying at the bottom of the pit.
He's not dead yet, but he's almost dead.
His whole body was covered in blood and flesh, and he was no longer human.
It’s completely impossible to tell that he’s coming alone.
The pupils were dilated, and there was only a little vague consciousness.
With his eyes open, he looked at the last thunderstorm brewing in the sky.
Nine levels of thunder tribulation.
Ninety thousand miles of calamity clouds.
How much does this Heaven want him to live and do this?
Yang Jian wanted to complain in his heart, but he no longer had the energy.
Does it hurt?
I can’t feel it anymore.
Do you regret it?
Having embarked on this path, what regrets do you have?
Rule of law and order are Yang Fan's obsession.
Peace in the world and well-being of the three realms are Yang Jian's ideals.
When an obsession and an ideal are combined, it becomes a lifelong goal.
People are alive, even if they are separated from each other, they still have a goal.
Even if you fall, you will die without regrets.
"Give up now and you'll live."
That voice appeared in Yang Jian's mind again.
"Give up?"
A very abstract smile appeared on Yang Jian's face: "I have never thought about it, and I don't think about it now."
"Aren't you afraid of death? If you die, you will have nothing. Your so-called merits will be stripped away. Your name will be engraved on the pillar of shame at Nantianmen. Everyone will only know you, Yang Jian. You are a demon who is disowned by your relatives, and no one will remember your achievements."
"Yeah?"
Yang Jian sighed sadly in his mind: "Let him."
The ninth thunder calamity is already brewing in the sky.
At this moment, ninety thousand miles of calamity clouds shine together.
You can imagine how devastating the last thunderstorm will be.
Far exceeding the sum of the previous eight thunder tribulations.
At this moment, all the gods, ghosts and Buddhas are paying attention to the Mountain of the Dead.
Although there is a cloud of tribulation blocking it, many people don't know who is going through the tribulation.
But what is certain is that such a world-destroying thunder catastrophe has survived the first eight thunder tribulations. This must be a powerful person.
"Your Majesty, how is Yang Jian going to withstand this ninth thunder catastrophe? I'm afraid he will be completely wiped out."
The Queen Mother asked the Jade Emperor.
The majesty of the first eight thunder tribulations that destroyed the heaven and earth made people shudder.
Although the thunder tribulation of Douxian is much more violent than that of ordinary gods.
But it is really unbelievable and unbelievable that this Douxian's quasi-sage calamity can reach such an extent.
If this kind of thunder disaster struck the Queen Mother and the Jade Emperor, they would not even dare to think about it.
"It depends on how determined he is, Mr. Erlang."
The Jade Emperor said leisurely: "Heaven and earth will never let down those who are so red and sincere."
…
Under Huashan Mountain.
Yang Chan, who was trapped in the lotus pond, felt a wave of heart palpitations.
It's a blood connection.
"Yang Jian……"
Yang Chan gritted her teeth: "Are you going to die?"
However, Yang Chan was clearly smiling at this time, but big tears were rolling down.
"Second brother..."
…
Far away in the sky above heaven.
She was watching everything too.
His eyes are full of compassion and endless love.
…
"Still don't want to give up?"
"No……"
"Then, it's all your choice."
"My choice is my responsibility."
…
"boom!"
The ninth level of thunder tribulation came crashing down.
At this moment, the three realms were shaken.
Even the Nine Heavens Heavenly Court was shaking violently at this time.
The glass cup in the Jade Emperor's hand could not be held firmly and fell directly to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Within the Nine Nether Hells, mountains and rivers shattered, the underworld collapsed, and countless ghosts died on the spot because they had no time to escape.
Under the Naihe bridge, the river was churning.
Half of the entire Fengdu City collapsed.
Countless evil spirits broke out of the cage and caused chaos everywhere.
…
On the Lingshan Mountain, the wall of Daleiyin Temple cracked, lamp oil rolled, and three thousand Buddhas fell to their knees while sitting in meditation.
…
"boom!"
Thunder tribulation crashed to the ground.
A ravine dozens of miles wide and bottomless stretched for thousands of miles under the thunder.
At this moment, there was only pale lightning in the world.
The world seemed to be quiet at this moment.
There is no light.
There is no sound.
There is no temperature.
No worries either.
More confusion-free.
Everything seemed to return to chaos at this moment.
…
"call……"
Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.
I just feel sticky on my face.
Roaring Sky Dog was licking his face with his tongue with tears in his eyes.
In the sky, the calamity clouds have disappeared.
The sun is shining.
The surroundings were desolate, just like the Flame Mountain on the way to the Buddhist scriptures, and even more cruel.
Yang Jian was lying on the ground.
Shamefully dressed.
Even burnt to black.
It was struck by lightning.
But now Yang Jian's whole person is...
He raised his hand and looked at his intact arm.
There is no longer any pain in my body.
On the contrary, there is an unprecedented feeling.
He could no longer feel the power, mana, or even the fluctuation of immortal energy in his body.
Not that he is an ordinary person.
It's just that he has crossed that threshold and reached a whole new level.
He's not dead.
Not useless either.
Instead, he survived the nine thunder tribulations and became a quasi-sage.
And ahead is the broad road of cultivation.
Being quasi-sage is just the beginning for him.
The future is a saint, or even a realm above a saint.
Yang Jian sat up and touched the Roaring Sky Dog's head.
The golden light flashed, and Yang Jian changed his outfit.
The same black gold-patterned outfit looks heroic and heroic.
He was sure that as countless pairs of eyes were staring at him now, it was really indecent to look so ragged and almost half-dressed just now.
Being a quasi-sage is nice though.
But in front of me.
Dead Man's Mountain has disappeared.
Only a huge pit with a radius of a hundred miles and a depth of a hundred feet was left.
Yang Jian stood in the center of the pit.
Feeling unwilling.
He came to the Mountain of the Dead to look for the remains of the evil god.
But now, under the influence of such a thunderstorm, the bones of the evil god are still in this mountain of death.
It was either destroyed or blown away to an unknown location.
God knows where to find it.
This trip to the Dead Man's Mountain was in vain.
Compared to this Quasi-Saint Thunder Tribulation, the Jade Emperor's remaining magic sealing spell is probably gone.
But it doesn't matter that hundreds of thousands of dead and resentful souls were wiped out in this lightning disaster, so the soul-sealing curse was naturally useless.
Yang Jian looked up at the sky.
…
At this time, the scene of Yang Jian standing at the bottom of the pit shocked the three realms and six realms.
The ruthless man who has been robbed for nine thousand miles turned out to be Yang Jian!
Has Yang Jian become a quasi-sage?
In the Yaochi, the Jade Emperor's face was dark and unclear.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
…
Within the True King’s Temple.
Chen Xiang is questioning Boss Kang.
"Grandpa Kang, did my uncle kill my father and imprison my mother?"
