Someone is going to die again, this sentence is an affirmative tone.
Nowadays, the power of the Mysterious Tribulation has greatly increased. These three-level monks alone are far from having the strength to survive the Mysterious Tribulation.
This is no life for them. There is only a dead end.
Originally, outside the Canghai Mirror, surviving the calamity of one's own decline in the three realms of the blue sky, this was a life of one out of a hundred and a hundred deaths.
Here, it is indeed life or death, or even more. Among these thousand people, more than 300 people in the third realm have already survived the three tribulations of decline.
There are more than 100 people, which has reached 30%. If we put it in the past, in this divine place where the power of immortality is so strong, we can use it to overcome our own decline.
Then, without any accident, these people will definitely enter the occult.
Hundreds of newcomers to the second step, where to put them. It will become a powerful force that can make the world tremble. There will be an extremely powerful person who will come forward in person and accept him as his subordinate.
But, now, it's all just a dream.
Any attempt to enter the occult or achieve enlightenment will be in vain.
This place is blessed by nature, although there is nothing created by nature. But it is a place of creation. Indeed, one-third of the monks in the third realm survived their own three declines.
But now, let alone a life of nine deaths, a life of a hundred deaths. Under this great change of heaven and earth, there is no way to survive.
This blessed land became a place of death for these people who survived the decline.
The golden cloud never faded away, even though there were screams and people's souls were annihilated, they still lingered.
Just because there are too many people going through the tribulation at this moment, from ancient times to the present, there are probably only a hundred people going through the tribulation together.
The thunder of calamity continues, and it is no longer as simple as falling one after another. Thirteen people rose into the sky, each occupying a part of the world.
The thunder shook, and countless hairsprings burst out, covering the entire world. The reflection only turns red.
Thousands of monks in this world are stumbling in this terrifying aura and violent storm, unable to maintain their body stability.
Their faces were all filled with shock, confusion, and horror. Because they all know that no one can resist this mysterious disaster.
There are also people who are afraid, worried that some tribulation monks will go crazy in desperate situations and implicate them.
It's just that they are overly worried, because those monks who have overcome the tribulation can't do anything at all.
Under this vast red light and terrifying thunder, their bodies stood motionless, not even a trace of trembling in the state of death.
Not because they aren't afraid. If there is anyone who has the deepest fear in their hearts during this extremely terrifying catastrophe, it goes without saying that it is undoubtedly them.
They did not tremble, but they were when the mysterious thunder struck down. The entire body was restrained and suppressed by the force of the mighty mysterious calamity.
Except for the upper body, the lower body cannot move even half a minute.
A series of mysterious thunders as bright as blood were blasted down one after another. Their power stirred the void and caused the earth to collapse, opening countless cracks and thousands of abyss.
The falling rocks rolled and were instantly cut into pieces by the storm.
The monks were frightened one after another, but they did not dare to use their magical powers to resist, for fear that the thunder would be drawn to their bodies, so they could only rely on spiritual power to block it.
But this spiritual power shield, as thin as paper in the strong wind and rain, cracked in an instant, and the spiritual light scattered in all directions.
The rain curtain reflected red light, and the falling red was clearly visible again.
This is liquid, bright red blood.
The figure was no longer there, leaving only Mankong with blood splashing down like rain.
When the power of thunder spreads, even the remaining proof of existence evaporates into nothing.
There were screams one after another, and under the heavy mysterious thunder, all the more than ten people in the third realm fell.
No one can withstand the five levels of mysterious thunder!
There was a cry of sorrow, which came from the other three realms of powerhouses.
There are those who have survived the decline, and there are those who have not. There are also those monks under the three realms.
They could sense the heresy. This mysterious calamity is unusual.
Everyone had a bad premonition in their hearts, especially those monks who had brought the mysterious calamity here.
They knew this was a dead end.
He knew it was a dead end, but he couldn't step into it.
Some people looked up to the sky and smiled, with sadness.
"The three tribulations of my own decline have troubled me and others for tens of millions of years. Every day, the pain is in our hearts and corrodes our bones. We endure this unbearable pain for ordinary people, in order to one day be able to aspire to the great road!"
"Now, the way is right in front of us! There is no reason not to touch it!
Someone else faced the wind and pulled Xuanjie away. Then the laughter continued again.
At this moment, all the cultivators of the three realms who have survived the three tribulations of their own decline have begun to overcome the tribulation with their own bodies.
These figures stood in the sky, creating a majestic atmosphere. Nearly a hundred of them formed a huge whirlpool in the sky.
"Nearly a hundred cultivators of the Third Realm who have survived the Tribulation have surpassed the Third Realm. Although they are still not as good as Xuan Zhao, but with so many momentums, they have already reached the second step!"
The demonic clone looked up at the golden curtain in the sky, shaking his head and sighing.
The connection of momentum makes these people's momentum reach the second step. Although it will not cause the mysterious calamity to increase dramatically. But he still couldn't resist the power of this mysterious disaster.
Unless, with the power of sunshine, there is only a glimmer of possibility. This is still a moth flying into a flame and eventually being burned to ashes.
The thunder roared loudly, and hundreds of red thunders fell again, shaking the sky and the earth, and everything was being destroyed.
Just the residual power caused many monks with low cultivation levels to fly away.
The demonic clone stretched out his hand and a jade bowl rose above his head to protect himself and Chu Yi.
Xuan Lei continues, wave after wave. The monks kept screaming and died without a burial place.
In just ten breaths, seven levels of mysterious thunder descended, and only thirty of the monks who had survived the tribulation were left.
When the eighth level continued, seven people's souls were gone.
With each reappearance, there are people who cannot withstand the mysterious thunder and die.
At the eleventh level, there was only one person left in the entire sky.
This man was covered in blood and his body was broken, but his body was still upright and the atmosphere was surging.
"The eleventh level has passed. I will take on the twelfth level! I won't die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire golden cloud within ten thousand miles suddenly trembled, and it suddenly increased by thousands of miles.
The golden light shines brightly, and a monstrous destruction that is several times more terrifying than before suddenly comes.
Looking up, there is only extreme brightness. Even the consciousness cannot penetrate the red light.
The sky was destroyed, and the surrounding earth was blown away layer by layer. One after another figures were swept into the hurricane, causing screams.
It's just that although these screams are piercing, they are still not as good as the desperate wail above.
The demonic clone also frowned when he heard this desperate cry. Although the red curtain covered his eyes and blocked his consciousness. But just from this wailing, it can be known that the last monk who passed through the Mysterious Tribulation failed to resist the last and most powerful thunder of the Tribulation.
Hundreds of monks all died in the mysterious calamity without any chance of survival.
The way of heaven is no longer good, and has withdrawn the path leading to the way for human monks.
The red light began to fade, but was still extremely strong. Still can't see clearly. There are still hurricanes raging around the world.
