The fake baby that was about to explode one moment quickly shrank in size the next, returning to its original three-inch illusory appearance.
The repeated sacrifices made the fake baby solidify a lot, and the real rune seeds and rune groups in its hands also merged a lot, showing that there is me in you, and you in me.
Back and forth like this, after three times of expansion and contraction, the fake baby finally expanded again and this time it finally didn't explode.
A super water baby god gradually condensed and took shape.
Compared with the previous fake babies, they have grown up, become puffy and fat, and are not much firmer.
The true seed held in his hand and the other four magic runes were only half-fused, making even the first-grade true seed very ugly.
Of course, no matter how hard it is, this step is still barely accomplished.
While the Infant God was initially stabilized, a weak sense of locking came over the sky.
Probably because of the water, the power of the thunder tribulation made the corners of Wang Zijia's mouth twitch.
It's probably only 19, which is not the level of perfection. It's just a little better than what he was crossing in Qinglian Realm. I guess Zhang Decheng outside can blow it away with one breath!
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Outside, in the clear sky, thunderclouds suddenly began to gather.
It's very light, not at all as black and full of destruction as the thunder clouds, just like thunder clouds. The scope is not large, and it does not even cover the top of the Seven Peaks.
In the Formation Hall, the disciple on duty looked at the thunder cloud, hesitated for a moment, and then opened a small area at the top of the Protector Formation to prevent it from becoming an obstacle.
If the formation hall hadn't been notified that someone was going through the tribulation today, there would have been a lot of movement! Maybe there are still people who think that the divine king is practicing the thunder method, instead of thinking that someone is overcoming the tribulation, and therefore open the formation.
There are many disciples who are well-informed and know that someone is very likely to succeed in overcoming the tribulation today. However, because they are not allowed to approach the tribulation platform to watch the ceremony, they wait quietly on the other six peaks and watch from a distance.
Feeling the thunderclouds that were beginning to gather, the disciples who were originally full of expectations were all shocked.
"What are you doing?"
"Is this the Thunder Tribulation of the Infant God? Or is the Rune-Condensing True Seed also about to undergo a tribulation?"
"Let me go, can you still complete the Condensation of Infants even if you are so weak?"
"I would call this foundation the weakest in the history of our sect. Even if it is placed in the entire Zhenling Domain, it is quite explosive!"
"No wonder the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion doesn't allow people to come close to watch the ceremony. Is this because I'm afraid that someone else won't be able to hold it back and blow it away in one breath?"
"Indeed, can this complete the falling of the nine paths, form the one nine, and complete the tempering of the Infant God?"
"What I'm more concerned about is, how much resources will be spent to complete the infant condensation with such a stretched foundation?"
"this······"
"The person who will be able to survive the tribulation this time will not be the illegitimate son of the headmaster!"
"······"
Looking at the sky, there was at most a thunderstorm covered by dark clouds. The real disciples who were watching from a distance were instantly shocked.
And this time it’s not just real people watching from a distance!
Because Zhang Decheng had almost no regard for face or favors in the past three days, the entire sect's actions in mobilizing resources had become known to everyone in the sect.
Therefore, although they were not allowed to approach, there were hundreds of divine kings watching from a distance.
It can be said that everyone who is free comes.
Everyone wants to know what kind of gifted and talented disciple he is that allows the owner of the preaching building to spend so much money and at the same time keep it secret from outsiders.
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At the top of the Heritage Peak, at the top of an attic, was a somewhat slovenly and decadent young man? Old man?
Because of his unkempt appearance, his face covered with stubble, and his hazy eyes showing the vicissitudes of life, he looked like an old man in his fifties or sixties who had seen the world.
But when I took a closer look, I found that there seemed to be no wrinkles on his face. After tidying up, he was probably only in his thirties, which seemed a bit contradictory.
The young man was lying lazily on the jade tiles on the roof, drinking unknown spiritual wine.
The aroma of wine fills the air, and the pure spiritual power spreads. At first glance, it is not ordinary.
I don't know if the young man drank a lot of wine, but it was just sunrise. His eyes were already very hazy and he was completely drunk.
In other words, I don't know how long it has been since he was awake.
"belch······!"
While he was drinking, he was watching Wanyu Peak crossing the tribulation platform next door, and from time to time he would open his mouth and let out two wine burps.
It was rare that I got some interest, and I wanted to see what the disciple who was attracted by Zhang Decheng, and who was willing to spend a lot of money at the expense of his face, was going to do.
"Boom!"
"Poof..." As the thunderclouds gathered, the drunken young man who was drinking spat out a mouthful of wine, and his drunken state sobered up a lot.
"One nine thunder tribulations turned into an infant? There are only eight paths?"
As he spoke, the young man's expression suddenly changed, and he completely sobered up.
"Boom!"
When the first colorless thunderstorm fell, the young man waved.
The surrounding space changed, and Zhang Decheng appeared with an ugly expression. He paused, and when he saw his surroundings clearly, he was immediately startled.
"Pavilion Master!"
"Just because of such a disgusting pickled thing, you made such a fuss in the sect?"
"He went around asking for help from people, connections, and resources. He also managed things everywhere, and he even came here to ask the cabinet keeper to list his name."
"You have gone all the way to inform the Array Institute. Are you afraid that his thunder calamity will be stopped by the sect-protecting formation and dissipate automatically?"
"Ha, Zhang Decheng, I didn't notice that you have become more capable!"
"Don't you think that our pavilion has not been embarrassed enough in recent years? We have vigorously cultivated such a bastard and gave me some strong medicine?"
"Boom!"
During the flash of thunder and lightning, the young man scolded Zhang Decheng, the old man, and even looked a little angry.
Zhang Decheng's face didn't look good either. He opened and closed his lips several times and was speechless for a while.
"Why, you don't even want to give me an explanation?" the young man scolded with a dark face.
Zhang Decheng didn't know what to say for a while.
"Boom!"
At this time, the thunder has reached the seventh level, and it is about to complete the tribulation and become the infant god.
"Um?"
"Huh?"
Both of them were stunned, because the good thunder tribulation suddenly dissipated.
"Someone couldn't stand it anymore and broke it up?" the young man asked doubtfully.
Zhang Decheng frowned and shook his head and said: "Please tell me, Pavilion Master, it dispersed on its own. Well, why did it come back again? This time it seems that the Erjiu Red Thunder has reached perfection!"
The young man was stunned for a moment and said: "Interesting, what method was used? Is this why you informed the Array and not allowed people to watch the ceremony?"
Zhang Decheng was silent again. He didn't know where to start before, and now... he doesn't know where to start either.
Until all the dust settles, let’s keep watching!
After all, he is a legendary first-class immortal, so there is no way he can stretch his hips like this!
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In the Tribulation Platform, Wang Zijia sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, her body covered with lava armor, spiritual shields swimming around her, and a blood-colored book floating above her head.
A series of rubbish lightning tribulations like thunder spells continued to wash down. The three magic weapons didn't even move, and they were all blocked by the body-protecting spiritual shield.
As the thunder traveled, a strange power that was weak to the extreme merged into Wang Zijia's body.
After just tempering the parallel import baby god for a moment, it dissipated completely, overcoming the tribulation and loneliness.
Wang Zijia was not discouraged at all. After the seven thunderbolts passed, Wang Zijia felt that it was the last one and decisively eliminated all the values.
In the next moment, the infant god, who was about to completely condense, seemed to be leaking air and shrank into a fake baby again.
The three-inch fake baby's aura circulated, becoming several times more solid than before, and the real baby held in his hand was also much rounder.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Zijia made another secret, swallowed a few medicines, and started to break through again.
During this process, Wang Zijia, who was obviously very skilled, still stuffed it randomly, stuffing all the swollen spiritual objects into the fake baby at once.
The fake baby expanded again and took shape in no time.
Immediately afterwards, the much more powerful Destruction Lock appeared again.
"Boom!"
The red thunder fell and was blocked by the shield. Wang Zijia remained motionless.
"Have you reached perfection so quickly? You think too highly of me. This kind of rubbish baby god shouldn't have achieved perfection in one, two, one, two, and two, and upgraded bit by bit?"
Feeling that after the thunder was blocked, strands of special power overflowed from the thunder below, tempering Wang Zijia's body, magic power, magic weapon, as well as the infant god and true seed, etc. Wang Zijia's eyes sparkled. , murmured like this.
That's right, Wang Zijia plans to gather the wool of Thunder Tribulation, conduct various temperings, and solidify the foundation!
It's a pity that no one discussed anything with him, and the thunder fell one after another.
Although the power was not small, it was just like that. Wang Zijia didn't even move and relied on the magic weapon to resist.
There were originally seventeen and a half thunderbolts, but the prince received sixteen more and decisively redeemed the value again.
The Baby God shrank again, this time it did not return to three inches, but four inches in size. The whole body no longer looked like the illusion of a fake baby, but was as solid as a real Baby God, like a strange creature made of energy. .
Wang Zijia frowned when he saw it!
"The foundation is a bit too solid. It seems that this technique of washing points has a limit. If this continues, within twenty times of washing points, it will reach its limit and become inoperable!"
"But the purpose of gathering the wool from the Thunder Tribulation of Heavenly Dao is to solidify the foundation, so it won't have any impact!"
With his thoughts turning, Wang Zijia began to break through again.
In this way, the cycle of breaking through, carrying the thunder, redeeming it, and breaking through again is constantly picking up the wool of the thunder and calamity of heaven.
His body began to slowly emit a halo, and several magic weapons began to appear aura as they were tempered again and again.
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Outside, the entire sect was shocked at this moment, and everyone looked at it in confusion.
Not only the inner sect, but also many people in the outer sect looked at the sky in astonishment, watching the thunderstorms that would disperse and fall.
"Damn it, this is the fourth time, it's like fifty-nine!"
"What...what does this mean?"
"Is there a group of people taking turns to survive the tribulation inside?"
"You idiot, if Thunder Tribulation is strong enough and they get entangled with each other, it will turn into Punishing Thunder!"
"Then what does this mean?"
"Could it be that this is not some kind of infant god thunder calamity?"
"You mean it's the elder of the sect who is overcoming the tribulation?"
"It's possible. I heard that above sixty-nine, there may be special thunder disasters!"
"Then what calamity is this?"
"This gathering and dispersing is like a tea party, who knows!"
"There are four waves before and after, right?"
"Yeah! It's the fourth wave!"
"······"
On top of the six peaks, disciples all over the mountain were discussing.
But all the gods frowned.
Because they knew very well that this was the Infant God Thunder Tribulation.
Each time it was a separate lightning disaster, but this time it would dissipate early after the last one or two hits, and then start all over again. I didn't understand why at all.
It's like discovering that you haven't reached your limit yet, so you break up and start over again, continuing to explore where the limit is.
Tiandao also asked you to practice your skills and gradually become familiar with the power?
Even some of the Yuanshen bosses who had not noticed it before, and even the unfamiliar faces in the Heritage Peak and the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion who rarely appeared in the Sutra Pavilion, have already noticed this strange situation at this moment, with surprised expressions on their faces, frowning, and unknown. so.
It's as if the way of heaven is stuck and something is wrong.
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"Boom!"
Inside the Tribulation Platform, Wang Zijia's expression turned serious.
Starting from the limit of 59, he needs to go all out.
He washed points twice in the Fifth Nine Thunder Tribulation, and finally reached the Sixty-Ninth Thunder Tribulation, which is said to be the weakest level for monks in the Tribulation Stage.
Of course, this is talking about scale, not strength.
If it really had the same power as the Tribulation Stage, no matter how rubbish it was, it could kill Wang Zijia in seconds.
With the beginning of the Six-Nine Thunder Tribulation, Wang Zijia gradually became exhausted.
All the magic weapons in his body were drawn out, the flames of the spear in his hand rose, and the golden dragon swam around the body of the spear.
It resisted most of the thunder, and the rest was beating around its body. Before it was completely absorbed and digested, another one fell.
And he discovered a problem. As the thunderclouds continued to gather and disperse, even the thunder of the same level became more powerful.
After struggling through the penultimate stage of the Six-Nine Thunder Tribulation, Wang Zijia redeemed the value points again.
But his fake baby is already nine inches in size, has barely shrunk, and is extremely solid at the same time. There is not much difference from the normal one-foot infant god.
The real rune seed held in the fake baby's hand has also become a round shape, much more perfect than when it broke through the real person before.
Obviously, the Sixty-Nine Thunder Tribulation is the limit of the Infant God's Thunder Tribulation, and Wang Zijia has been tempered many times, and his foundation is almost reaching the limit of the Infant God.
Seeing this, Wang Zijia made another farewell.
Almost as soon as he started, his Infant God completed the expansion and became two feet tall, approaching the size of the Infant God in the middle stage of the Infant God.
"boom!"
The thunder fell again, still at level 69, but the power of the same batch of thunder increased by more than half.
Wang Zijia's armor was added to his body, his spiritual shield was swimming, and the books beside him began to beat, and he used all his methods.
The weapon demon skin was worn on his body, and the five ghosts turned into imp patterns and squirmed continuously on his body. They were all undergoing tempering, absorbing power, and evolving in sync with Wang Zijia.
Fireballs, spears, crystal spears, ghost mist, divine light, and paper figures are constantly alternating, either fighting against thunder or resisting.
For a time, the sky was filled with colors.
Everyone watching the battle was stunned.
"How strong is this foundation?"
"What I'm more concerned about is that you have gone through eight tribulations before and after, right?"
(End of chapter)
