Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 434: Can we stop playing?

First of all, the Grand Elder of Piaomiao Sect definitely does not want to die.

Secondly, it seemed that he had no control over whether to live or die.

He had thought of various ways to die, but he had never imagined such a tragic death as being caused by a thunderbolt triggered by eight people.

Good news, his guess was correct. The barrier to the transcendent realm can only be seen when it is pushed to the limit by external force. This undoubtedly provides a general direction for future generations and points out the way forward.

Bad news, he might become a cold text recorded in the history of the monastic world.

But he wants to live and be admired!
Rumble!
The pool of thunder was rolling rapidly, and those who had seen Han Yu transcend the tribulation naturally understood that this was the prelude to the tribulation of thunder.

There was a crackling sound, and sixty-four thunders fell with a rustling sound, as if to break the world. They passed through the mountain stream and fell heavily.

Everyone was impartial and divided it equally into eight parts.

"It doesn't have to be so fair."

Elder Luo wanted to cry but had no tears. He was still injured. He had just been beaten by these grandsons a few days ago and hadn't recovered yet! It would be better to give him less!

The Grand Elder of Wushuang Tower was not much better off. It was already past noon, and the side effects of his Mayfly Pill were causing him to decline.

If this drags on for too long, and his body becomes weaker and weaker, there is a high possibility that he will be the first to die.

Although the other few people were relatively free from these constraints, their expressions were not very good either.

"How about we work together!"

The old monk from the Galan Temple suggested with a sad face that since they had already provoked him, it would be better for the eight of them to work together.

Before anyone could respond, the Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect angrily called a halt.

"Please let me go! Do you think the thunderbolt is not strong enough? If we join forces, it will only increase the power of the thunderbolt."

Just getting close to it will cause the thunder to spread. If they work together to fight it, the thunder will definitely become stronger again.

"Spread out first and resist on your own."

This was the only solution he could think of.

Each person has eight thunder strikes, which can be resisted no matter what.

Fortunately, the color of this wave of thunder happened to be silver, the most basic type of thunder.

"Hold it to me!"

A group of people used various magic weapons to attack and intercept.

The old monk from the Galan Temple took out a big wooden fish, and when it grew into the air, it became as big as a small mountain.

When the silver-white thunderbolt struck it, lightning flashed everywhere and silver arcs jumped out. After eight strikes, the wooden fish was seen falling back with a smoke-like color as black as ink.

The sword and knife used by the Great Elder of Wushuang Tower did not grow larger when they were waved in the air, but they were divided into dozens of identical swords and knives. There was no difference in their appearance at all, and his figure seemed real and illusory.

Swords and knives danced wildly, strangling the eight thunders. The sound was so loud and powerful that it shook the heaven and earth.

In just a moment, the thunder dissipated and the sword fell back trembling.

The remaining few people used similar methods and each used magic weapons to fight against each other.

Of course, there are also some situations where coping is more difficult.

For example, Elder Luo.

Nanli Jianzhai is famous for his swordsmanship. Most of his strength comes from his own cultivation, followed by magic weapons.

He was injured and had not yet fully recovered. At this moment, it was quite difficult for him to control the magic sword to fight against the eight thunders.

The situation of the Grand Elder of Piao Miao Sect was different from that of others. He could feel that the barrier was being disturbed more and more obviously.

The same silver thunder, which looked ordinary to other people, underwent a thousand changes when it came to him.

Like a dragon or a tiger, it rushes across the sky, and the swords and weapons transform into murderous intent.

Such differential treatment is naturally more difficult to deal with.

He threw out a scroll painting, on which numerous mountains and valleys were outlined, so lifelike that it seemed like another wonderful place.

As the scroll unfolded, shadows appeared, and when the dragon and tiger thunders fell into it, there was a sound of rocks flying through the air. Then swords and weapons came together and chopped towards the mountains, and a scene of mountains shaking and the earth trembling appeared in the scroll.

After the calamity thunder was blocked, the mountains in the painting were already devastated, some were missing a corner, or disappeared out of thin air, like an unfinished picture.

The Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect was heartbroken after only one look. This was his most beloved treasure. He had nurtured it for most of his life and it already had an aura that other magic weapons did not have. But now it was destroyed as if it had been gnawed by a dog. After the first wave of thunderbolts ended, the group of old guys looked unhappy. They had blocked it, but it was not necessarily worth being happy about. This was just an appetizer.

"How about we go up?"

Elder Luo was still frightened. He was the one who had the hardest time resisting among this group of people.

If it happened again, he might not be able to withstand it, so he decided to go up.

"We are at the bottom of a mountain stream, with mountains on both sides. If the thunder is powerful enough, we will be buried alive, not to mention resisting it."

What he said seemed to make some sense.

and……

"After we get up there, let's try to separate and flee far away to see if we can..."

The old monk at the Galan Temple had already understood what was going on. He went to a spacious place and slowly left the minefield, perhaps he could avoid the disaster.

After all, the thunder was not aimed specifically at them.

A group of people's eyes lit up, it seemed to make sense, and they rushed into the air and flew towards the top of the mountain stream.

"Old ghost, don't follow me!"

The Grand Elder of Wushuang Tower suddenly let out a strange cry because of the noise coming from behind him. He couldn't help but look back, only to see that the Grand Elder of Piaomiao Sect had also followed.

I came here just to avoid him, why is he following me?

"Nonsense, you are afraid of being buried alive, but I am not afraid?"

The Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect spoke in a bad mood. He naturally felt that the discussion of the group of people made sense. When the power of the thunder came, if he stayed any longer, he would be buried alive.

Mo Yushu and the old butler rolled their eyes when they saw the eight old men coming up. What they feared was bound to come true.

They were afraid that the thunder would affect the Shen Ji Academy, but they didn't stay down there and actually came up.

The second wave of thunder took a long time to brew, but fortunately enough time was given. After the eight people came up, they immediately fled in different directions, leaving only the grand elder of Piaomiao Sect behind.

But soon, the seven people came back at the same time.

"Fuck, I'm locked up everywhere I go."

The great elder of Mount Langya cursed loudly. He had run far enough, but a chill still hung over his head.

Elder Luo had an ugly look on his face. He felt a palpitation as soon as he got out of the minefield. It was even more terrifying than being inside the minefield.

"Why do I feel like after being pulled in, if I don't hold on, I'll die a more miserable death."

He was not the only one who had this feeling, several others also had the same intuition.

Is it okay to stop playing?

Jie Lei obviously disagreed.

Now that you're here, you have to keep playing.

"I guess the nature of the thunder test here is more like annihilation, but that may not be the case after escaping."

The Great Elder of Wushuang Tower had a dark complexion. Even though it was a test, they were not mentally prepared at all!
It is the business of the Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect to seek death alone. They are just there to join in the fun. At most they can wave flags and cheer on the side, but they definitely don't want to get involved themselves.

They dared to rescue people when the mechanism was out of control, but under the thunder, they could only say "they are all safe" and would never dare to help.

"Spread out, don't let each other's thunderbolts overlap."

The old monk of the Galan Temple had a look of misery on his face. At this point, what else could he do except to hold on with all his might.

Moreover, the second wave of thunder was obviously about to come, and the rumbling sound of thunder made it difficult for everyone to breathe.

It’s hard to imagine how terrible it would be when it really falls.

A faint blue light flickered in the clouds. This was only the second stage of the thunder, but it was already so terrifying.

One can imagine how abnormal Han Yu had to be to survive the purple thunder that day.

"Hold on a little longer, I feel like I'm almost there."

The Great Elder of Piao Miao Sect suddenly shouted, and at this time his perception changed again...

(End of this chapter)