From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

Chapter 249 Heaven and Earth

Only three quarters of an hour had passed from the sudden change at Yaotai Peak to the fall of the ninth heavenly thunderbolt, and all the foundation-building cultivators within a radius of fifty thousand miles had arrived.

The sky in the world of immortal cultivation is extremely high, and the clouds are extremely far away.

An ordinary person can easily ascend to a height of thousands of feet, but it is difficult for him to stay here quietly.

The True Men hid in the mountains and forests near and far, and could sense the subtle presence of each other.

However, they held their breath and stared at the figure under the thunder with envy.

Chen Yu could clearly see the pale face of "Luomen Zhenren" from a hundred miles away.

Chen Yu also pulled out two second-level spiritual plants from the Liusheng Pond where he was buried, namely the Fire Soul Fruit Tree and the Blood Spotted Bamboo.

Now the Fire Soul Fruit tree is planted in the spiritual plant area, and several foundation-building monsters live in the dense forest of blood-spotted bamboo.

It's a matter of time and fate. How many monks desire longevity, but are there those who remain steadfast in their determination?

People with such great perseverance are extremely rare.

How far he can go in the future depends on his own luck.

As he was sighing with emotion, the spirit puppet raised his hand and threw a second-grade top-grade lightning-struck wood at the top of the head of "Master Luomen".

This is pure mechanical power, without any trace of magic or divine consciousness.

The thunder tribulation can capture the fluctuations of the cultivator's magic power, and even take forceful action to pull the interferer into the coverage of the heavenly tribulation.

In the face of such tremendous power from Jindan Zhenjun, the spiritual wood turned into a streak of light, and could reach a distance of ten thousand feet in an instant.

The naked eyes of the foundation-building cultivators cannot see its trajectory, and their spiritual sense can only detect changes nearby when they use it at its best.

A purple lightning snake fell from the sky, but suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The spirit puppet grasped the timing very cleverly, getting stuck at the place where the thunder had already come out and could not gain strength from the calamity cloud.

Dark blue arcs of electricity lingered on the charred tree trunk, which was four inches in diameter and about two feet long, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

The power of this last heavenly tribulation is equivalent to a casual attack from a Jindan Zhenjun, but it is an unbearable burden for a foundation-building cultivator.

If it were an ordinary spiritual object or magical weapon, it would not have much impact on the heavenly thunder.

The lightning-struck wood produced at Tianlei Peak in Zilei Mountain is truly a first-class treasure in the world.

The spiritual wood and the heavenly thunder collided in the air, and a dazzling light burst out in an instant.

The two sides were tug-of-war and seemed to be on the verge of mutual destruction.

Finally, the thunder from heaven gained the upper hand, and the spiritual tree collapsed bit by bit, cracking and turning into ashes.

The thunder had exhausted its power, and when it continued to fall, only one percent of its might remained.

Although ignorant, "Luo Men Zhenren" was able to escape from a desperate situation, he knew that a powerful being had saved his life.

The last bit of aftermath can be taken on with enough strength to hold on to the main formation.

He pulled himself together, and after taking the blow, he bowed into the air.

Seeing that the person refused to show up, he sat cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing and recover.

The calamity clouds dissipated, and the world returned to peace.

The foundation-building cultivator hiding not far away remained motionless, and the six sects of Yudong really didn't know how to face this "ancestor".

Some immortals who were nearing the end of their lives even wanted to capture him directly, but were stopped by their fellow disciples.

A dying monk would do anything crazy to live another life.

But all rational and real people know what can and cannot be done at this moment.

This thunder disaster came suddenly and left strangely.

For a vague possibility, they are willing to risk their lives. If everyone present were so impulsive, they would not be able to become the high and mighty foundation-building masters today.

They were still dormant, but the figures on Yaotai Peak had made new moves.

The inscription on the stele under the Liusheng Pond emerges, which is the past and present life of "Luomen Zhenren".

Although the body was the same, he was no longer the same person, and all traces of his old soul naturally disappeared.

After thousands of years of changes, the images left in the magic weapon with true essence and spiritual power have been obliterated by time.

Only memories recorded in this simplest way can be nearly eternal.

Thousands of miles away, the spirit puppet flew away immediately after the attack. Flying high in the clouds, the Taoist robe was covered with mist.

At this moment, I suddenly felt something in my heart and looked up at the deep sky.

The two people with different experiences and different destinies felt the vastness and ruthlessness of the world at the same time.