The saint in front of him is definitely the most powerful enemy among the many enemies Wang Bo has faced in his life. The current situation is also the most difficult situation Wang Bo has faced since his practice.
It's not until you face the Saint directly that you can truly understand the power of the Holy Barrier. This kind of gap is indescribable even in clouds and mud, and any words are too weak.
But even though the gap between the enemy and ourselves was so huge, the chaos blood around Wang Bo was still boiling. Enemies are never an obstacle to him, but rather a source of continuous improvement that allows him to truly transcend himself and reach a new level.
The next moment, the furious Holy Pavilion Saint took action in anger, and the powerful holy power rushed towards Wang Bo like the roar of a dragon.
Although the injury of the Holy Pavilion Saint has not yet healed, he is after all a strong man standing in the ninth level of the Holy Realm. The power exerted by an angry blow cannot be resisted by the Dao Zhan realm.
Wang Bo also knew that this blow would be very difficult to withstand, so he did not hold back, mobilized all the power in his body, displayed the Supreme Divine Forbidden Spirit to the extreme, and wielded the most powerful sword he could.
Bang——
The two powerful forces collided fiercely, erupting with extremely terrifying power, which was about to level the entire divine city and completely destroy everything.
But gradually, Wang Bo, who only had the cultivation of a king, was still defeated and was severely knocked away.
Fortunately, under the protection of the immortal sword, Wang Bo did not receive any serious injuries, but his whole body's energy and blood were shaken. Obviously, he did not feel comfortable under the saint's blow.
After all, a saint is a saint after all. The power contained in the angry strike is so powerful that even the Great Holy Soldier cannot completely resist it. Even if Wang Bo has already established himself in the Divine Forbidden City, it is impossible for him to be completely fine.
When he realized that he was still unable to defeat such a high-level saint, Wang Bo revealed his last trump card.
Boom boom boom——
Suddenly, thick thunder struck down from the nine heavens, and then an endless sea of thunder descended on the world, covering the entire pure land of the sacred pavilion, as if the end of the world was coming, destroying everything.
It was Wang Bo who triggered the catastrophe and wanted to drag the saint from the Sheng Pavilion into it and lead him through the tribulation!
In the sea of thunder, Wang Bo laughed loudly and said loudly.
"Old thief, come fly to immortality with me!"
At the moment when the calamity came to the world, the Saint of the Shengge was frightened to the point of death. When he heard Wang Bo's provocation, he couldn't help but want to cut him into pieces. Even eating his flesh and blood was not enough to dissolve him. The hatred in my heart.
However, with such a powerful catastrophe falling, the Saint of Shengge had no time to think about anything else, and could only passively face the horrific catastrophe belonging to the Chaos Body.
The catastrophe is like a vast ocean, boundless as far as the eye can see, with no edge visible at all. Terrifying thunder struck one after another, and the lightning flashed, causing a devastating blow to the entire pure land of the Shen Pavilion.
The divine peak collapses, the fairy pool dries up, and the earth's veins are shattered. Under the sweeping sea of electricity, everything will cease to exist, and the world will be reduced to nothingness.
Wang Bo resisted such a terrible disaster, but there was no trace of embarrassment on his face. Although this kind of catastrophe is terrifying, for Wang Bo, who has been going through tribulations since the Fourth Pole, such catastrophes are the intensity that he has long been accustomed to and are not considered fatal.
But the Saint of the Divine Pavilion on the side was different. For a monk like him who had worked hard to become a saint, this kind of natural disaster that belongs to the peerless genius is absolutely fatal and is simply invincible.
He resisted with difficulty, but because of intervening in other people's catastrophes, the catastrophes suffered by the saints in the Shengge have already reached the level of saints. That is the catastrophe that truly advances to the saint king!
The saints of the Shengge tried their best to continuously drive the holy power to fight, but in the end they were too powerless.
Not long after, as a huge chaotic thunder struck down, half of his shoulders were completely split, the white bones were exposed, and the flesh and blood became burnt and blurred, looking extremely terrifying.
boom--
The divine thunder struck down again, and the saint of the Sheng Pavilion could no longer hold on. He screamed, his sternum was split, and his internal organs were burst open and turned black, making him miserable at this moment.
The last ray of calamity light finally fell, hitting the skull of the Holy Pavilion Saint directly, directly penetrating his Immortal Platform, causing him to be struck to death by five thunders.
Before dying, the saint from the Pavilion could only send out his final roar.
"Ah! Little thief! I curse you to die miserably!"
The thunder tribulation is ruthless and will not stop here. With the death of the Shengge Saint, Wang Bo began to deal with his own natural disaster with all his strength.
He struggled hard in the thunder sea, constantly fighting against the catastrophe. In the end, the blood of chaos splashed out from his body. Even the chaotic body would be torn apart by the corresponding catastrophe.
But in the end, due to Wang Bo's constant resistance, the rolling sea of thunder gradually dispersed. Wang Bo successfully overcame the tribulation and finally stood on the fifth small step of the Dao-Zhan realm.
Seeing the devastation of the Shen Pavilion, Wang Bo felt very happy, but Tai did not forget the purpose of his trip. He pulled out the fairy sword and killed all the senior members of the Shen Pavilion. Wang Bo then headed towards the treasure house of the Shen Pavilion based on the results of the soul search. And go.
After looting the treasure house of the Divine Pavilion, he not only got the divine light platform and starry sky coordinates he wanted, but also obtained many precious medicines and divine materials accumulated by the Divine Pavilion for tens of thousands of years. It can be said that he gained a lot and became rich overnight.
At this moment, there was no one or thing worthy of Wang Bo's concern in the entire Gouchen Star Territory, only the hatred of destroying the family remained.
He took one last look at the land of ancient stars, then resolutely climbed onto the Divine Light Platform, heading deep into the vast starry sky, embarking on an invincible path.
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Deep in the universe, in the heaven of faith.
Sitting cross-legged on the cloud platform, eyes closed. Ten thousand ways circulated around him, and the endless power of faith poured in from all over the universe and was absorbed into his body.
After each swallow, Pan Zhou's power increased slightly, making him stronger and more unfathomable.
At the same time, a ruthless Taoist charm gradually emerged from him, making him like the incarnation of the Tao of Heaven, with no desires or pursuits, the most great and righteous.
After a long time, he stopped practicing this time. The moment he opened his eyes, two deep eyes instantly illuminated the entire universe, taking in everything.
However, those eyes were too ruthless at all, and even the gaze did not seem to have any warmth, but was as cold and compelling as the freezing abyss.
If someone could see Pan here at this time, he would be able to sense that some kind of change seemed to be happening to him, which would have an unpredictable impact.
However, because Pan Duan sat upright and believed in the movement of gods and heavens, and He Mu meditated in the Immortal Mountain to understand the Tao, and did not care about worldly affairs, therefore, no one in the world could detect Pan's various changes.
Finally, after confirming that there was no abnormality in the universe, Pan closed his eyes again and continued to absorb the beliefs of the heavens and regulate the movement of all things.
The Heaven of Belief has also regained its tranquility again, with only the ethereal voices of "Infinite Heavenly Lord" ringing faintly for a long time.
Those are the prayers from many believers, and their existence is placed in the endless power of human thoughts, adding some only sounds to this empty sky.
