Chapter 58 Bringing Calamity Upon Yourselves

  Swords drawn and bows stretched!

  Wang Qiang had just come out of Feng Huang Valley when he was blocked by people from the Phoenix Clan.

  "Feng Ge, no need to say more. It seems that Wang Qian still doesn't understand what it means for the situation to be irretrievable. What's the use of being eloquent? If you don't hand over the Death Grass, then come and pay with your life!"

  An old man snorted in anger and struck out directly.

  The king's anger, floating corpses for thousands of miles. This old man has cultivated to the level of Yuantai boundary, his combat power is strong and unimaginable. The majestic law runs, turning him into a star, extremely fierce, burning with raging divine fire.

  Boom!

  The old man's head shook violently as if he had opened a mysterious dimensional space, and a Buddha statue appeared.

  The Heaven and Earth Dharma Form is the most powerful means for practitioners of the Primordial Boundary Realm. This old man's cultivation method was mysterious and ancient, with a hint of an archaic style. As soon as this Heaven and Earth Dharma Form appeared, it emitted a kind of rustic and ancient aura.

  Majestic and imposing, as if burning the sky, his Dharma form is that of a fire god. The ancient, rugged face is faintly visible, resembling an old man. In his hand, he holds aloft a fiery red great banner, with eyes blazing fiercely, exuding an aura of divine might capable of destroying the world.

  "That's the legendary Nanming Li Huo Flag! However, it should be a kind of divine charm that he imagined from his kung fu skills, not a real treasure."

  Wang Gan's heart skipped a beat, his pupils constricted, and at once he saw that the Tian Di Fa Shou in front of him was holding a flagpole with the Nan Ming Li Huo Flag, this great flag was said to be an ancient divine artifact, unknown how much power it possessed.

  This old man cultivates a mysterious and terrifying ancient scripture from the Feng family, called the Nan Ming Li Huo Shen Jing. It is a terrible spiritual power in the Fire Path.

  The great banner unfolds, a thousand miles of crimson land!

  The old man's law phase emerged, showing no mercy. The great flag waved, and the fierce divine fire formed a fierce dragon that charged towards Wang Qian with its teeth bared and claws outstretched.

  Space-time distorted, air was drained, the divine power of this great flag, dominated to the extreme, what it got was with a thunderous momentum, directly annihilating Wang Qian, burning him into ashes.

  "Haha, Feng Ge, did you think I wouldn't make some preparations before coming out of Phoenix Valley? The powers of your hidden world families, on the Tianyuan Continent, which sect isn't on guard? Today, let me show you my skills, and let you know what it means to lose everything while trying to gain something!"

  The fire dragon danced, and in the next moment, Wang Qian was about to be engulfed by the sea of flames. The flames that swept across this great banner were not ordinary mortal fires, but rather the Southern Ming's Li Huo (離火), which could kill a person with just a single thread.

  However, Wang Qian burst out laughing and his vital energy soared into the sky, shaking the universe.

  The next moment, the wind and clouds changed suddenly, the sky was greatly enraged, and in an instant, countless dark clouds covered the high sky, thunder shook, and the vast expanse was desolate.

  Rumble!

  Oppressive and stifling thunderclaps exploded in the air above everyone's heads, as purple lightning flashed, majestic and awe-inspiring, suppressing all directions of heaven and earth.

  The wrath of heaven, after being embodied, is thunder, judgment, and verdict, encompassing all kinds of realms.

  In the cultivation world, the most terrifying thing is heavenly thunder. Next are powerful cultivators. Unless one defies heaven, they will all tremble under the thunder. On the Tianyuan continent, there was once a record of an immortal realm Daoist whose divine thoughts stretched 80,000 miles and whose dharma form traversed infinite space-time. He was struck by heavenly thunder for three days and three nights, but in the end, not even ashes were left behind, completely dispersing into nothingness. This record is enough to make one's heart tremble with fear.

  Cultivating to become an immortal is originally a path against the heavens. There's a saying that going with the flow makes one ordinary, while going against it makes one an immortal. Among countless cultivators, almost none have succeeded in becoming immortals. The Tianyuan Continent doesn't even know how long it has been since someone last ascended to immortality through feathered transformation.

  So, with a loud thunderclap, everyone was shocked and frightened.

  Especially the old man who was about to make a move on Wang Qian, Tian Di Fa Xiang, majestic and powerful, but under the heavenly thunder, he seemed like a mouse, scurrying back into the sea of consciousness, never daring to expose himself again.

  What's going on? How can there be thunder and lightning?

  The Feng family was completely stunned, and at this time, what they had to do was no longer to deal with Wang Qian, but to hurry up and leave before the heavenly thunder exploded.

  "Feng Ge, now I'll let you know what my reliance is! Ten thousand thunderbolts, descend!"

  Wang Qian's face turned solemn, and he let out a loud roar. His entire body's aura was fully revealed without any concealment. The originally gathering thunderbolts seemed to be enraged.

  Rustle!

  A purple glow descended from the sky, tearing through the void, and at the edge of the lightning, a number of dark cracks suddenly appeared. These cracks seemed insignificant, but they were actually formed after space was torn apart, the most terrifying thing that devours everything and destroys everything.

  "Not good, it's the Zi Xuan Divine Thunder!"

  An old man of the Feng family's eyes flashed with terror, and he let out a loud shout in panic, about to flee.

  Wang Qian burst out laughing and his figure flashed as he charged directly into the crowd of the Feng family like a ghost.

  His trump card is very simple and also very powerful. It's because of his own skills that every time he breaks through a major boundary, there will be heavenly thunderbolts striking wildly.

  Although thunderbolts are dangerous, sometimes they can also be a lifesaving method.

  Just like now, Feng Ge's approach is not wrong. He directly pulled in two old generation cultivators at the Yuan Tai boundary from his family to suppress Wang Qian, and it really wasn't that difficult.

  But all of this is now a joke.

  Under the heavenly thunder, that cultivator dared to reveal his own Heavenly Law Physique, that is seeking to be split apart, seeking death.

  Purple Thunder is a kind of heavenly thunder, and among all the thunders in the world, it can be considered as one of the most terrifying calamities.

  When Wang Qian broke through the second turn, he experienced a tribulation of red lightning. This time, when breaking through the third turn, there was a descent of purple divine thunder, and even in his heart, there was a bit of shock, not knowing what kind of terrifying thunder would come next as he continued on his cultivation path.

  But now the top priority is to get through the tribulation of Zi Xuan Shen Lei, if even this time cannot be passed, then there is no need to mention the future.

  Buzz!

  Lightning forms oceans, dark clouds cover the sky, purple light forms beams, countless purple lightning, like a raging storm, thundering down. Originally, Wang Qian's tribulation was not so powerful, but now because of the Feng family's group of people and him crossing the tribulation together, it's terrifying. The heavens are shaken, as if from countless mysterious realms of thunder, extracting vast amounts of lightning elemental energy, all transformed into Purple Cloud Divine Lightning, beginning to erupt.

  "Ah, Wang Qian, you despicable little man, so it was you who brought this calamity upon us!"

  "What the hell, you little brat! What kind of cultivation method are you practicing? Why does every breakthrough bring a thunderstorm down on you? This is simply unreasonable. Are you some kind of legendary freak, someone who's been cursed by heaven?"

  Feng Ge shouted loudly, but his movements were extremely fast, his whole body's mana surged, he completely burst out his own potential, even using a secret method to burn his life essence in exchange for great power, just to get through this calamity.

  Roar!

  A sharp cry, the Phoenix Song's entire body shone with a brilliant golden red light, and her whole person was wrapped in a phoenix's illusory shadow.

  "Kuō Shén Kǎi!"

  Boom!

  Seven or eight purple lights surrounded the thunder, heavily striking Feng Ge's body. The golden red ancient phoenix's virtual shadow crackled and popped in a chaotic response, shattering with a loud crash.

  The phoenix song was like this, the other young phoenixes were even more unbearable, a thunderbolt went down, and there were four or five young people who cried out in agony, being struck to death, their bodies charred black, their spirits destroyed, already thoroughly dead.

  The most formidable were the two old men of the Feng tribe, both of whom had reached the Yuantai boundary in their cultivation. Whether it was their thick and powerful Fa Li, their skilled divine abilities, or their strong Fa Bao, they were not something that a group of young people could compare to.

  An old man, holding a scarlet great banner in his hand, danced wildly, and a crimson fire dragon, roughly long and mournful, formed a defensive formation called the Departing Fire God Dragon Formation, stubbornly resisting the constantly slashing Purple Thunderbolt.

  Another elderly man, with a large tripod on his head, three legs and two ears, looks ancient and weathered, as if he has gone through a long period of time.

  Zi Lei's Thunderous Kill, this great tripod, seemed like a bottomless deep well, swallowing all the thunderbolts. The tripod was burning with fierce divine fire, but there were too many thunderbolts, and Wang Qian had thoroughly overdone it this time. The vast Purple Cloud Thunder was endless, like the Milky Way hanging upside down, one wave after another. Even though the ancient tripod in Feng Zu's hand was mysterious and wonderful, it also had a limit to its endurance. Faintly, cracks began to appear on the bronze-colored ancient tripod, which might shatter at any moment.