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- On the top of Wutu Divine Mountain, a silver-haired figure stood there, thunderclouds rolled and roared above the head, and thunder kept coming down, bombarding that body.
Going from the foot of the mountain is like going through a catastrophe.
The silver-haired figure remained motionless, enduring attacks time and time again.
Not only that, at this time, no one has moved the entire Wutu sacred mountain, and those who can stay on the sacred mountain are all staying in one place, quietly bearing the baptism of the Dao Tianlei.
Throughout the entire sacred mountain, divine thunder continued to descend from the sky.
This scene, like a miracle, is shocking.
"How many thunderstorms have fallen?" someone asked under the mountain.
"One hundred and seventy-two." Someone said, and when he spoke, his eyes were still fixed on Ye Futian's direction. He suffered more than a hundred thunders on the top of the mountain and was not shaken at all. , can no longer bear being shaken down the mountain.
On the top of the mountain, with Ye Futian's body as the center, a huge and boundless thunder net gradually appeared, spreading down towards the sacred mountain, as if it wanted to cover the entire sacred mountain.
"Looking at the trend, he really wants to challenge the record." Someone said.
It's just that there are nine hundred thunders in the sky, just imagined, it makes people feel trembling and scalp numb.
Don't say nine hundred words, looking at the scene on the top of the sacred mountain, it seems to be just a thunder, which is daunting.
"See how much he can refine the Wutu Minglei Dao Seed." The human being next to him said how much he can withstand the sky thunder, and refining the Tianlei Dao Seed plays an extremely important role.
The opening of the Eight Great Divine Mountains is the way of heavenly thunder, just like the enlightenment.
For those who practice Thunder Art, it is a chance to have the opportunity to be forcibly planted with the Wutu Minglei Dao Seed, so as to refine their perception and drive Wutu Minglei. The stronger the perception, the stronger the resistance when bearing the thunder The stronger the force.
Otherwise, if you rely on your cultivation to fight against the nine hundred thunders, you will not know how to die.
With the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer people on the mountain, obviously unable to withstand the ever-increasing thunder.
It seems that after a long time, there are finally only three people left on Wutu Shenshan.
Ye Futian, Lu Yu and Zhu Qi.
But at this moment, Zhu Qi also vomited blood. She raised her head and glanced at the figure in the sky, feeling a little admiration in her heart, then turned around and jumped down the mountain.
Unexpectedly, an unknown practitioner today would challenge the record of Shenshan.
He sighed one after another. He came here for the record, but he was injured by Ye Futian, and now it is unbearable. After Zhuqi, he also turned around and walked down the mountain lonely.
Before him, he was so powerful that everyone thought he would be the one standing on the top of the mountain.
Today, it is reduced to a foil.
It seems that his existence is to set off this white-haired young man.
Finally, there was only one person left on the majestic mountain. He stood on the top of the mountain, enjoying the attention of the world, and became the only one.
"Eight hundred and twenty thunderstorms." Someone murmured, his heart was shaking, and the record was not far away.
That figure still stands there firmly, like an ancient god.
At this time, Ye Futian on the top of the mountain was also under great pressure.
When the thunder strikes, every thunder will plant a dao seal. At this time, there are countless dao seal seeds in his body, and the ancient tree of life and soul world has also turned into an ancient tree of thunder, shining with dazzling light.
What is even more frightening is that these seeds resonate with all the Dao of Thunder on the sacred mountain. This sacred mountain of Wutu is like a mountain of Dao of Thunder. He stands on the top of the mountain and bears the thunder. Being urged, Daoshan's endless thunder resonated, and the destructive power at that moment was unimaginably terrifying, and the later it was, the stronger it became.
However, his Soul of Life can devour and absorb all thunder powers, so up to this moment, he can still stand firmly, not moving at all, but even so, every time the thunder falls, he will still feel the terrible shocking power.
Ye Futian felt the endless thunder in his body. This is Wutu Minglei. The orthodox inheritance of the eight great heavenly thunders of Zixiao Tiangong also includes Yimu Zhenglei, Binghuoyang Lei, Guishui Yinlei, Gengjin Jielei, Execution of Evil God, and Killing Thunder. God and Demon Thunder, Birth and Death Purple Thunder, and the other seven thunders are orthodox, so I don't know how powerful they are.
? Zixiao Tiangong integrates the orthodoxy of the eight major thunder ways, and there are seventy-two levels of thunder repair methods, how terrible it would be.
"Boom." Another thunder came, and in an instant, the entire mountain was lit up with brilliant thunder, as if resonating with his body, and Ye Futian's body also shone with thunder, turning into a thunder body.
The sky thunder keeps falling, and the people under the mountain?? A little moved.
This is no longer breaking his record, but leaving it far away and challenging the extreme number.
Before, people in the world would compare the other party with him, but now, this is a throw away.
The old men next to them also showed strange expressions, but they were also a little excited.
They also want to see that the poles of Wutu Shenshan can be broken.
"Nine hundred and ninety-six." An old man murmured.
It's not just them, a group of figures stood on a high platform in the Ziming Emperor's Palace, far away from the sacred mountain, looking into the distance.
Even Emperor Ziming came here in person at this time, standing with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, those eyes seemed to be able to see through the void and look towards the land of the sacred mountain.
"Boom." A thunder fell, and Emperor Ziming was wearing robes. There were many top figures around him, even human emperors. They came from other orthodox forces, but at this time, they all looked into the distance.
"The last one." Someone murmured.
Following his voice, a thunderstorm fell, and a smile appeared on Emperor Ziming's indifferent face.
Today, the Wutu lineage represented by his Zimingzong has broken the number of Shenshan Mountains.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Many people bowed slightly to Emperor Ziming, congratulating Emperor Ziming.
Emperor Ziming will have one more talented disciple!
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