Covering the sky starts from the mortal body

Chapter 583 Stepping into Sainthood
Zhang Wenchang flew towards the outer space of Beidou. Using the ancient axe, Zhang Wenchang instantly cut through the space. In the blink of an eye, he came to a distant and unfamiliar starry sky hundreds of millions of miles away.

The Big Dipper in the distance looks very far away, and this distance should be relatively safe.

Standing in this cold and dark universe, Zhang Wenchang began to break through.

Wisp after ray of the saint's power emanated from his body, and ray after ray of divine light radiated out.

At this time, his body was emitting a bright purple divine light, just like the divine purple gold.

One after another bloody dragon energy rushed out from his Tianling Cap.

Rumble.

The terrifying and violent thunder descended, and this place turned into a bright sea of ​​thunder in the starry sky.

The true calamity of Taiyin, the true calamity of the sun, the true calamity of the five elements, and the true calamity of chaos.

This piece of starry sky was flooded by the terrifying sea of ​​thunder, and several small planets nearby exploded in the terrifying thunder.

Zhang Wenchang's mother-of-all-things air clock flew out, in the sea of ​​thunder, ups and downs, accepting the baptism of thunder together, constantly transforming and sublimating.

The terrifying thunder seemed to wipe out Zhang Wenchang's body. He performed the Thunder Emperor's treasure technique, exuding a brilliant divine light all over his body.

Zhang Wenchang's body was shattered again and again, and he was constantly remelted and resurrected. This is the pain that must be experienced to become a saint. Only after being shattered can reorganization be the most complete transformation. A super metamorphosis.

The black light was flickering, it was the incomparably thick Taiyin Divine Thunder, it broke Zhang Wenchang's body in the first room, rubbing and exercising repeatedly.

Then, under the traction of a mysterious light, they were reassembled, and the broken body was melted together again. Zhang Wenchang was crushed to pieces, and he recovered again.

An incomparably bright thunder of the sun god swept across, and Zhang Wenchang's body was shattered again, kneaded, tempered, and beaten by the thunder and lightning.

When his body reappears, it will become even more powerful.

The Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation descended, and five terrifying divine lights of different colors collapsed Zhang Wenchang's body five times in a row, constantly refining it.

As soon as Zhang Wenchang's body recovered, a terrifying chaotic lightning swept across, and Zhang Wenchang collapsed again.

Countless terrifying lightning strikes on these fragments, exuding wisps of aura, as if they would not stop until Zhang Wenchang was smashed to pieces.

Zhang Wenchang's body reappeared.

Zhang Wenchang's flesh and blood bones and his mother of all things, qi clock, were fused together after being broken, and then differentiated again.

It is said that this kind of flesh and blood casting can give birth to real weapon gods, not just the Dao patterns intertwined with Dao patterns.

Zhang Wenchang invoked the Thunder Emperor's precious technique, and continuously tempered the golden villain between his brows with thunder, as well as his incomparably precious mother-of-all-things air clock.

Even though Zhang Wenchang knew the Thunder Emperor's treasure technique, he didn't intentionally stop the Thunder's bombardment.

The body and consciousness were smashed to pieces again and again, and then condensed again and again. Each time the condensed consciousness and body would be stronger.

Then comes the catastrophe of creation, which means the end of destruction and the beginning of the rebirth of all things.

Zhang Wenchang quickly condensed his body and mind to resist this terrifying thunder disaster.

In the terrifying sea of ​​thunder, the lightning turned into flowers, birds, fish, insects, monsters and ghosts, and rushed towards Zhang Wenchang together.

Zhang Wenchang resisted with all his strength, and when the terrifying thunder disappeared, Zhang Wenchang's body and soul truly entered the realm of a saint.

At this time, Zhang Wenchang's mother of all things chime vibrated gently, making one grand sound after another, majestic and inviolable, this is the breath of a saint.

The immortal will was finally born in Zhang Wenchang's Proving Weapon, and a weapon deity was born, officially becoming a saint-level weapon.

One strand after another of the mysterious and yellow Mother Qi hangs down, and each strand is like a divine sword, which can wipe out everything in the mountains and rivers.

After he officially became a saint-level weapon, the terrifying catastrophe could no longer break him.

Ancient runes flew out from Zhang Wenchang's eyebrows one after another. They were hundreds of words of mysterious scriptures from the Nine Dragons Coffin, and they all flew into the Mother Qi Clock of All Things.

They are all imprinted on the weapon god inside, and then transformed into the entire weapon.

The Xuanhuang bell exuded an incomparably sacred aura, surrounded by a mysterious and yellow aura, a cloud like a galaxy, and the creatures in the spirit deed paintings were flying around him.

Zhang Wenchang's body emitted hundreds of millions of rays of divine light, exuding an astonishing saintly pressure, and with a casual punch, he shattered a moving cloud.

Countless thunderbolts were absorbed and refined by Zhang Wenchang, and he was swallowing thunderbolts.

The majesty of a saint is mighty, and becoming a saint means that life has happened, the most essential transformation and sublimation.

This is the distance between a mortal and a saint. It is too terrifying. Under a saint, everyone is an ant. It is absolutely not a lie.

Soon the thunder flashed, and a man exactly like Zhang Wenchang was born from the sea of ​​thunder.

His physique and martial arts were exactly the same as Zhang Wenchang's, and they fought fiercely.

All the exercises that Zhang Wenchang had practiced were imitated by this Lei Ling, just like a real person, it was difficult to tell the real from the fake.

This is the great charm of the genius branded by heaven and earth, and it is a kind of tempering of those geniuses by the heavenly calamity.

Every time a skill is used to defeat them, the creatures transformed by lightning will immediately explode, and then a new figure will be born again.

Zhang Wenchang's secret skills have been evolved one by one, which is equivalent to fighting against himself, making up for the countless shortcomings, allowing people to constantly reflect and improve.

When this special saint's lightning disaster passed, Zhang Wenchang rushed towards the sky and towards the terrifying sea of ​​thunder.

The figures of the nine young emperors emerged from the sea of ​​thunder. They were lifelike, as if they were truly resurrected. They were all the charm of the emperor's boyhood imprinted on this world.

A fierce battle broke out again, and Zhang Wenchang wanted to break them into pieces and absorb them to further his own cultivation.

However, the first thing to do is to be able to survive this insane siege, one must hold on until their figures dissipate.

This kind of battle is really too pitiful, every figure of the ancient emperor is the existence of Zeng Zha for thousands of years.

Each of them was invincible in their era. Now that people from these ages gather together, how can ordinary people be able to bear it?

As long as you can survive this crazy life-and-death training, you will definitely achieve the greatest sublimation. How can you not be powerful after such arduous training?

In a trance, Zhang Wenchang seemed to have come to the ancient times, and saw countless heavenly soldiers and generals galloping towards Zhang Wenchang.

Zhang Wenchang has no fear at all, isn't it just a fight?Now Zhang Wenchang has already exercised, and he is proficient, or thick-skinned, and has become ruthless.

After a bloody battle, he finally penetrated the formation. As long as he got through, he would truly survive this catastrophe.

Soon, both Zhang Wenchang's body and his divine clock were bathed in the chaotic lightning, undergoing final tempering and transformation.

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