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'Boom boom boom...!'

The mighty thunder surged down like the Milky Way. The purple thunder surged like a tide, covering hundreds of billions of miles around.

Xu Junming sat cross-legged, against the background of the thunder and lightning of the tribulation around him, he looked like a god and a demon, with endless divine power.

"Mom, isn't Hunyuan Xuanxian's thunder tribulation only at the forty-ninth level? Dad's thunder tribulation has passed the forty-fifth level. Why does the pressure of the thunder clouds of the heavenly tribulation still seem to have not reached its peak?" Xu Buhuang

doubted.

There are thirty-six Hunyuan True Immortal Tribulations for monks, forty-nine Hunyuan Mysterious Immortal Tribulations, sixty-three Hunyuan Golden Immortal Tribulations, and the final Hunyuan Momo Tribulation is ninety-nine and eighty-one.

road.

Generally, when the Hunyuan Xuanxian Tribulation reaches the last three stages, its power will increase several times, and it will be accompanied by different aspects such as thunder swords, thunder flowers, and thunder talismans.

But now Xu Junming's calamity has reached forty-six, but it is still an ordinary thunder strike, and compared with the previous one, the power has been increased by half. Although it is already very strong, it is far worse than normal.

many.

Nuwa stared at the figure crossing the tribulation in the distance, with hesitation in her tone.

"Maybe it's because your father is a martial arts practitioner and has accumulated a lot of money."

Xu Buwu nodded, this was indeed the most reasonable explanation.

Taoist Tiangong smiled and said: "Your father has forty-nine Hunyuan True Immortal Tribulations. If nothing else happens, his Hunyuan Xuanxian Tribulation will be sixty-three."

A few words attracted everyone's attention.

"Uncle Seventh, if the Master's Hunyuan Mysterious Immortal Tribulation is sixty-three, how many will be the final Hunyuan Tribulation?" Jiang Shinian asked curiously.

Tiangong Taoist's gaze became profound, and the thunderous purple light in the distance left a faint purple glow in his pupils.

After a moment, his tone became calm.

"One hundred and twenty-four."

"What?"

“Why so many?”…

All the disciples were instantly shocked. Even Nuwa, Yang Mei, Zhen Yuanzi, and Hongyun had expressions of shock on their faces.

"How come there are so many? And it suddenly increased from eighty-one to one hundred and twenty-four. The span in between is too big." Nuwa frowned.

"This is the price you need to pay for cultivating both martial arts and Taoism, and practicing multiple paths." Taoist Tiangong's eyes swept across everyone, and finally settled on Nuwa.

"When he passed through the final tribulation of the Great Luo, it was the one hundred and twenty-four tribulations of the Great Luo."

"Daddy is so awesome!" Xu Buhui exclaimed.

"Uncle Seventh Master, is it possible that only those who practice both martial arts and Dao can survive the final tribulation of Hunyuan and achieve the realm of Hongmeng?" Xu Buwang asked curiously.

"Haha, of course not. If that's true, I'm afraid all the monks who advance to Hunyuan will take the path of dual cultivation of martial arts."

"In that case, why does dad insist on practicing martial arts?"

"The ability to fight with martial arts practitioners is unparalleled. Your father is not easy to ask for help. He likes to solve problems by himself. In this way, he needs strong strength. Moreover, he has excellent luck and has many resources at his hands, so he uses martial arts and magic skills.

Fellow Taoist practitioner."

There is one more thing that Tiangong Taoist did not say.

Xu Junming has always felt that dual cultivation of martial arts and Taoism is the foundation for climbing to the extreme level of spiritual practice. It will inevitably damage the path in the future and stop at the extreme peak, so he has always persisted.

This is just his guess, there is no need to say it now and make all the disciples doubtful.

'boom'!

Mighty thunder surged down.

While talking, Xu Junming's thunder calamity had already reached fifty.

Rolling thunder, like pouring rain, rolling down.

The mighty thunder was like a turbulent river, flowing 300 million miles across.

"Ah, daddy's body is broken." Xu Buhui said in panic.

"Qingqing, don't panic, your father still has his natal spiritual treasure." Taoist Tiangong said with a smile.

Fifty-one thunderbolts were struck down, but Xu Junming no longer resisted with his physical body.

Something moved in my heart.

A gourd vine grew out of the Dantian area. The olive-colored vine looked like a dragon and snake. In the blink of an eye, it coiled around Xu Junming several times and protected him in the middle.

Between the vines, twelve gourds shine with divine light of various colors, and many charms such as space, time, soul, five elements, martial arts, etc. permeate the four directions.

Before the thunder calamity falling from the sky came close, it was completely swallowed by the azure gourd that exuded the charm of space.

After so many years, Xu Junming has understood space, time, soul and seal, and the four great avenues he cultivated by himself, and he has reached the early stage of Hunyuan Golden Immortal.

The twelve gourds correspond to Xu Junming's twelve avenues of Taoism, so the four gourds of space, time, soul and seal are naturally the best Hunyuan spiritual treasures.

Several thunderbolts were absorbed by the space gourd.

At this moment, except for Taoist Tiangong, everyone around him could not help but be shocked by his powerful natal spiritual treasure.

In particular, Taoist Hongyun instinctively felt an indescribable sense of intimacy from the powerful gourd vine.

Naturally the same goes for Nuwa.

"Fellow Tiangong, is this gourd vine the one from Buzhou Mountain?"

"Exactly."

"I hope the confusion can be clarified."

Tiangong Taoist didn't hide it either.

"Before the Seventh Yuan Meeting, Senior Brother received the human-creating whip from the empress from the hands of Yun Zhongzi, a registered disciple of Chanjiao. He took the innate gourd vine, the spiritual material of the human-making whip, and returned the merit to Yun Zhongzi. Later,

After cultivating and restoring the vitality of the gourd vine with the inspiration of God, it was cultivated with countless resources, and it became what it is now."

Nuwa understood.

She used this gourd vine to shape the ancient human race, and then inspired the purple energy of Hongmeng to achieve the holy status. So she is very familiar with this treasure.

But when she owned the gourd vine, she didn't realize there was any life in it.

Obviously, she is not the destined owner of the innate calabash vine.

It is said that spiritual things rule the world, and the same goes for gourd vines.

"Master, as far as I know, there were only seven innate gourd vines in Buzhou Mountain back then. Why are there twelve here, Master?" Hongyun asked.

His Nine-Nine Sanhun Red Gourd is made from the Kunlun Mountain gourd vine, so he is most familiar with it.

"I don't know either." After a pause, "Maybe he originally had twelve, but was limited by Kunlun Mountain's inspiration and only married seven."

Nuwa and Hongyun were doubtful, but they could not come up with any other explanation.

"Hongyun, take good care of the gourd vine that your great uncle gave you. When it returns to its innate state the day after tomorrow, it will be of great use to you."

"Disciple, obey."

"You must also remember that the spiritual roots given to you by your great uncle will help you achieve the realm of Hongmeng in the future."

"yes."

Everyone responded respectfully.

At this moment, Xu Junming's thunder tribulation had reached the sixtieth level.

The thunderbolt with a diameter of billions of feet penetrated the entire chaos in an instant, and the dazzling purple thunder light spread for billions of miles.

This huge thunder is like a huge thunder dragon struggling endlessly, but it can never get rid of the attraction of the space gourd.

Finally, with a fearless roar, he was included.

Xu Junming breathed a sigh of relief.

"The last three."

Staring at the thunderclouds in mid-air.

The speed of the thunder tribulation's landing slowed down instantly, and a sense of tension slowly spread as black clouds overwhelmed the city.

Even as Nuwa watched, Taoist Tiangong felt his heart tighten.

Everyone understood that the last moment had arrived.

The mighty thundercloud quickly rotated like a whirlpool, twitching the chaotic spiritual energy around it and constantly gathering towards the center.

Gradually, a huge thunderball with a diameter of 900 million feet condensed and took shape.

Endless thunder was torn apart, and the color of the thunder ball became thicker and thicker, with purple approaching black.

Suddenly, the thunderball took shape.

Two sharp cones slowly emerged, and then continued to lengthen, gradually turning into a thunder spear with a length of hundreds of millions of feet and a diameter of millions of feet.
To be continued...