Journey to the West: White Lotus Demon Saint

Chapter 173 Daluo Tribulation ([-])
On the edge of the chaos outside the sky, the pitch-black robbery clouds surged here like huge waves swaying the mountains, sometimes calling for the wind power of the nine heavens, and sometimes flashing purple electric sparks, and the coercion of the heavens and the earth filled here.I believe that no one will be indifferent in the face of this kind of vision, because even the eternal stars are afraid and dimmed at this moment.

In the center below Jieyun, there is a young man in white floating, with two swords stuck in his waist, and the nine-day wind cannot get close to him, so his surroundings are extraordinarily quiet, and his eyes are as quiet as the surroundings.

He wasn't afraid, and he didn't have any other emotions in the face of this thunderstorm that could almost destroy the world. Even his left hand on the first sword held by his waist was extremely relaxed.

Suddenly, the nine-day wind above the starry sky was strong, and the robbery cloud with a radius of tens of thousands of feet began to roll, forming a vortex in an instant, and a thunderous thunder like the Eastern Emperor Bell began to resound, and at the same time, the purple electric sparks in the thundercloud It was bright at this moment, dyeing the thundercloud purple, and a thunderbolt appeared instantly.

This thunder is like the water of the Tianhe River that gallops thousands of miles away, majestic and majestic, swallowing mountains and rivers with arrogance.

Its speed is not slow, when your line of sight catches Jieyun turning purple, it will come to the eyes of the young man in white, which is beyond the speed of reaction.

The young man in white was still not in a hurry. He calmly drew the first long sword from his waist. It was strange that, watching his action of drawing the sword, he even forgot when he drew it. It was at the moment when Jieyun turned into a vortex, maybe this speed could catch up with the thunder, but he obviously didn't move at that moment.

But back in the arena, the sword and Jinglei, who were not accompanied by sword energy, had already come into contact.

The scene became quiet at some point, the whistling wind stopped, but the calamity cloud was still entangled in the nine heavens like a whirlpool, and the purple electric sparks could still be seen, but the sound they made was really inaudible .

And around the long sword, the lightning like the Milky Way didn't surge, didn't tear up the long sword and then the young man in white, it just stood still there, as if time stopped here Instead of flowing, it was frozen into a picture.

Suddenly, a series of small "stabs" sounded, and the thunder began to break, just like the best tailor in Chang'an City of the Tang Dynasty, holding a pair of scissors, cutting a piece of silk evenly into two pieces.

At the same time, the vortex was once again dyed purple by electric sparks, and three thunderbolts appeared, rushing towards the young man in white at the same speed.

He was still calm, his footsteps began to move in the void like a banished immortal, and at the same time he waved the long sword with both hands to accumulate sword momentum.

If there were no terrifying clouds and thunder at this time, and if there were people watching at this time, the process of the young man in white dancing his sword would definitely be refreshing.

Soon, countless sword qi appeared around him, each of which contained terrifying killing intent and shone with brilliance comparable to stars.

As the thunder approached, they gathered together began to flow, just like the Milky Way flowing above the night, meeting the thunder.

The night was already dark, and the Jieyun entrenched covered a side of the stars, except for the purple light, the void under the night was not illuminated by any light source, so it was very dark here, and sometimes you couldn't even reach your fingers.

But now, it seems like daytime here, no, it is brighter than daytime.

The roar continued like the non-stop sound of waves, and the robbery cloud still turned over, but the figure of the young man in white was shrouded by the power generated by the collision between the sword river and the thunder.

After two breaths, the field was still extremely bright. At this time, the robbery cloud began to turn purple again, and then accompanied by thunder, nine thunders fell again.

However, this time Jieyun did not return to its original black color after releasing the thunder, it was still purple.

The next moment, 27 thunderbolts, 81...

The robbery cloud has been purple all over, and it didn't stop until it was released six times in a row.

Because the intervals between each attack are short, and the number of thunderstorms doubles, the bright void where the youth was originally has now become a sea of ​​thunder.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sky is really turning white because of the rising of the sun star, the sea of ​​thunder has not dissipated, and it is still the same when night falls.

This went on six times, and at another night, the sea of ​​thunder seemed to dissipate, and a huge white lotus flower appeared there, with white flames burning all over it, and eight withered and yellow lotus petals swam in the flames. .

The white-clothed young man was Wang Huayu who came to cross the tribulation. This was the first time he was forced to transform into his own body after his transformation, and the attack of the catastrophe this time was also more dangerous than the Maitreya belt. The coming life and death crisis.

So after he thoroughly researched the protective effect of the petals of his real name, the remaining eight rose together and turned burnt yellow before he could survive. However, his Da Luo Jie was still not completed.

After the white flames surged in the arena, Wang Huayu returned to his human body, his eyes were still calm, and he didn't become flustered because there was another thunder disaster that might be more dangerous than before.

Because, he felt the existence of Daluo Daoguo, or it can be said that he is now in the realm of Daluo, and the last thunder disaster seemed to be able to take over without using the petals of his life.

He drew out the first sword, which was the Qingsu sword built with six-eared macaque weapons, and then he drew out the second sword, no, it didn't seem to be a sword, it was more like a sword with Wooden strips in the shape of swords.

At this moment, the killing intent in the Three Realms surged in an instant, and then transformed into a blood sword that was ten thousand feet high and pierced towards Jieyun above the nine heavens.

This was not Wang Huayu's manipulation, but the sword felt the provocation of Tianwei after it was unsheathed for the first time.

And Jieyun was indeed provoked, it started to turn purple again, but this time it didn't drop Jielei quickly, it became brighter, and the purple light became more intense.

It seems to be changing its origin, because it can be seen from its central part that there is no longer a cloud, but a thunder pool, and the thunder pool is still expanding.

Wang Huayu, who was holding swords in both hands, began to move at this moment. The two swords had different trajectories, and there seemed to be some kind of connection between them, like the sun and the moon, like Yin and Yang.

At this time, a picture appeared above the void, one mountain and one sea, the mountain is a huge mountain piled up by countless corpses, the sea is a vast ocean formed by viscous blood, and the killing intent has already filled the whole world. And at the top of that mountain, there was a blood-clothed man holding two swords.

When Wang Huayu looked at the blood-clothed man, the blood-clothed man in the picture seemed to feel something, and also looked at him.

Wang Huayu seemed to have seen the most impossible thing in this world. His face, which had never changed under the thunderstorm, turned into fear. He closed his eyes, facing the sky above the robbery cloud that had formed a sea of ​​thunder. Out of the double sword.

(End of this chapter)