Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 672: Strongly Survive the Thunder Tribulation

Zhang Zhiwei stood on the top of the back mountain and looked up at the sky.

If the sky is compared to the sea, then now there are raging waves and turbid waves, and an enormous whirlpool has appeared on the "sea surface".

"Boom!"

There were continuous muffled thunders in the sky, drowning out the thunder coming from Zhang Zhiwei's body. At the same time, the dark clouds became darker and thicker, like a mountain of clouds that would collapse in the next second.

As dark clouds gathered and thunder roared, a drop of rain fell on Zhang Zhiwei's forehead, and Zhang Zhiwei felt a dull pain in his forehead.

The stinging sensation came not from the rain, but from what was behind it.

This was his keen sense warning him that disaster was about to happen and he needed to react quickly.

The feeling of uneasiness grew stronger and stronger. Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky with a solemn expression. Golden light floated around him, and an indescribable aura of terror spread out and rushed straight up to the sky.

This action is tantamount to throwing a torch into a powder keg.

Above the sky, the air pressure seemed to drop suddenly, and the invisible pressure pushed down from top to bottom like a wall, making it almost impossible to breathe.

In this era, there are all kinds of animals in the back mountains of Longhu Mountain. When walking among them, you can hear the sounds of beasts roaring, insects chirping, birds singing, etc., especially at night, which almost never stop.

But at this moment, all the creatures in the back mountain felt an oppressive sense of impending disaster, and they all stopped at the same time. For a moment, the forest was silent, and all the bamboos closed their branches.

At the same time, in the farmland on the hillside behind the mountain, Lu Ci, the legendary hoeing maniac of Longhu Mountain, was hoeing the land diligently.

Suddenly, he felt as if there was an invisible and intangible thing pressing down in the air, pushing him out of the state of dual cultivation of sex and life.

"Hold!"

Lu Ci was annoyed for a while, raised his hoe and looked around, thinking to himself, is it the fake prude who is doing this? If I find out, I will definitely give him a few hoes.

But then he discovered an old turtledove at the edge of the field, burying its head in the soil, like a quail, and shivering.

Not only that, the hair on his arms stood up inexplicably, and his already hedgehog-like hairstyle stood even more upwards.

"Um?!"

Lu Ci felt uneasy and looked up at the sky, only to see a bright white light flash before his eyes. Suddenly, the sky and the earth became bright and everything in front of him was filled with white light.

Before his vision could recover, violent thunder followed, ringing in his ears and making his head dizzy.

"What's going on? There was no cloud in the sky just now, why is there thunder now?"

In a panic, he stood with his hoe, trying his best to calm down.

Afterwards, he channeled his Qi into his eyes, causing them to shine brightly. His vision, which had been temporarily lost due to the strong light, was restored, and the images in his sight gradually became clearer.

What came into view was the mountaintop burning with raging fire after being struck by lightning.

And on the top of the mountain, huge dark clouds hung upside down like a black volcano.

What gushes out of the crater of the volcano is not boiling magma, but blazing lightning.

There was a constant rumble of thunder in the distance.

Lightning bolts erupted from the "crater", continuously bombarding the peak of the back mountain, making the raging fire there even more intense.

Lu Ci was stunned by this horrifying scene, and couldn't help wondering why there was a sudden thunder, and why it struck the same place.

He looked closely at the place where the thunder landed, but was shocked to find that in the raging fire, there was a human figure flashing, and the thunder in the sky was striking towards that figure.

A thought subconsciously popped up in Lu Ci's mind: "Which immortal is up there...transcending the tribulation?"

Immediately, he picked up his beloved hoe and flew out.

For fear of disturbing the gods in heaven, Lu Ci did not rush to the top of the mountain. Instead, he quickly jumped to the top of the tallest tree near the top of the mountain, stood there, and then looked into the distance.

The dark clouds in the sky were still spitting out lightning one after another, and the figures on the ground were also using their means to fight against the lightning. The two sides collided, bursting out with dazzling white light.

This meant that even though Lu Ci was standing on a high point, he could not see the true face of the figure. He only knew that the other person was very tall, just as tall as Senior Brother Zhang.

"Huh?!" Lu Ci's heart skipped a beat. "As tall as Senior Brother Zhang? Could it be..."

As one of Zhang Zhiwei's little fans, he brought Zhang Zhiwei's image into the figure in the thunder tribulation, and there was no sense of incongruity at all.

"If it's Senior Brother Zhang, then it's not impossible!" Lu Ci murmured to himself.

When he thought of this, he wished that Lu Jin, the rough man, was beside him, so that they could discuss it.

It's a pity that this guy said that his master Zuo Rutong taught him a unique skill, and he wanted to go into seclusion to practice it so that he could learn it quickly and come back to take revenge on him. Moreover, after listening to the Shaolin's lecture on Buddhism in Tiantai Mountain, he also needed some time to think, so he has been in seclusion these days.

In fact, Lu Ci also secluded himself for a day, but he was a reckless person and was not interested in Buddhism. The abbot's teachings on Buddhism did not inspire him much, so after only one day of seclusion, he went out with a hoe on his shoulder. Unexpectedly, he would witness this shocking scene in the middle of the night.

Lu Ci was feeling regretful when he suddenly discovered that the figure actually moved. He rose from the ground towards the thunder and went straight into the sky.

Taking advantage of the gap between the lightning, Lu Ci saw that the figure was surrounded by a faint golden light. As it rose into the air, the Qi under his feet surged, and a monster with a somewhat abstract outline appeared.

"Golden light. Also, that strange beast... I seem to have seen it somewhere before."

Lu Ci's heart shuddered, and he looked at it carefully.

I saw another thunder strike down, and the golden light flickered like a candle in the wind. The bright lightning illuminated some details on the body of the strange beast, which turned out to be a huge lion with nine heads.

"The nine-headed lion...it is indeed Senior Brother Zhang. What is Senior Brother Zhang going to do? Is he going to transcend the tribulation and become an immortal?"

This conclusion excited Lu Ci. He had an urge to rush to the top of the mountain, but he was worried that his reckless behavior would interfere with Senior Brother Zhang's "tribulation"!
After all, the continuous thunder in the sky is still very dangerous to him. If he is hit by it unexpectedly, his life may be in danger.

Lu Ci gathered his Ruyi power at his feet and jumped between the treetops, trying to get closer so that he could see more clearly.

While jumping, his eyes were always fixed on Senior Brother Zhang who was "overcoming the tribulation", for fear of missing any details.

Afterwards, he saw Senior Brother Zhang stepping on the nine-headed lion, going up against the thunder, and actually rushed into the dark cloud in the sky that looked like an upside-down volcano.

As they got closer, the lightning became more and more dense. At some point, a big sword appeared in Senior Brother Zhang's hand, and he cut off all the lightning. However, the nine-headed lion under his feet was struck by the aftermath of the lightning, roaring continuously, and some parts of it were even torn apart.

Lu Ci was shocked by this scene. He and Lu Jin had fought against this lion before and knew how powerful it was.

"You can't even handle such a powerful nine-headed lion?"

He stopped suddenly and didn't dare to get any closer.

His current location is very close to the thunderstorm. If he moves forward, he will most likely be struck by lightning.

However, Zhang Zhiwei in the sky, even though he had climbed up to the top of the clouds and faced the thunderstorm directly at close range, did not stop for a moment. Instead, he faced the thunder and rushed into the "crater", disappearing without a trace.

Lu Ci felt a little melancholy when he couldn't see Senior Brother Zhang. It wasn't because he was worried that his Senior Brother would die in the thundercloud, but he was melancholy that he couldn't see the shocking scene of Senior Brother Zhang overcoming the heavenly tribulation.

On the other side, in the private residence of the Successor of Han Tianshi, in the Taoist's room, Zhang Jingqing was dressed simply like an ordinary Taoist priest. He was uneasy tonight, so he got up in the middle of the night to draw talismans to calm his mind. Hearing the loud noise outside, he came to the window with a pen in hand and looked up at the sky. Like Lu Ci, he also witnessed the scene just now.

Seeing the figure in the sky rushing into the thundercloud, Zhang Jingqing's heart tightened. He subconsciously exerted force with his hands and crushed the pen that he had treasured for many years into pieces.

He didn't care at all that his beloved object was damaged. He just looked at the horizon. His eyesight was much better than Lu Ci's. He could vaguely see that in the extremely thick darkness, a golden light flashed and blasted open the bottom of the thundercloud.

"This kid..." Zhang Jingqing sighed deeply.

Not only him, many people in the Tianshi Mansion noticed it and looked towards the top of the mountain at the back.

After all, the sky was clear everywhere else, but the sky over the top of the back mountain was covered with thunderclouds and purple lightning. Even a fool could tell what was going on.

However, at this point in time, the Taoists had all rested. When they were awakened by the thunder, they had already missed the scene of Zhang Zhiwei ascending straight to heaven and did not know the whole scene.

So, when people suddenly saw this shocking scene, their reactions were different.

Some people are lamenting that the sky and the earth are connected for no reason, and this is a great disaster for the world.

Some people were wondering if this was the result of the Heavenly Master practicing his profound arts and the Five Thunders Law?
After all, it is a well-known fact in Longhu Mountain that the complete thunder method can attract heavenly thunder, because the old master Tianshi often uses this trick to scare his disciples.

And in the clouds that they could hardly see.

Zhang Zhiwei was standing on a nine-headed lion, surrounded by golden light, holding the Dongfeng sword in his hand, like a stunning sight under thick dark clouds.

He shuttled through the thunderclouds, waving the greatsword in his hand, cutting off the thunders one after another. His momentum was so strong that it was like a charging army of thousands.

The thunders from the sky connected into one and came like a raging flood. Zhang Zhiwei's hair was flying, and the tip of his sword was pointing directly at the thunders. With a fierce swing, he swung out a sword light that was dozens of meters long and fierce and sharp.

The surging thunder was split into two halves by a sword, passing through Zhang Zhiwei's left and right sides and quickly dissipated.

But then, another even stronger bolt of lightning struck.

Zhang Zhiwei was still not afraid. He did not use the sword to cut the thunder again. The power of heaven and earth was endless, but human power was limited. Even if he had the Saint Thief, which could absorb the essence of heaven and earth anytime and anywhere to replenish himself, he could not withstand such consumption.

He held his sword behind his back, and his aura suddenly changed. Large clumps of asphalt-like mud with black arcs jumping on them appeared around him.

Yin Thunder is thick and turbid, sucking the marrow from bones. It is best at protracted battles. He wants to use Yin Thunder to break the thunder of heaven and earth.

Zhang Zhiwei stretched out his hand suddenly, and a torrent of dark thunder burst out from his palm, forming a big hand, which suddenly supported the thunder that was coming over.

The two sides are fighting, and the Yin Thunder wins by endurance. If the powerful Yang Thunder cannot defeat the Yin Thunder instantly, it means that it cannot be defeated.

Sure enough, after a few breaths, the Yin Thunder finally gained the upper hand, and the gorgeous sky thunder was gradually devoured and disappeared.

Zhang Zhiwei took a deep breath, raised his knife and looked into the depths of the thundercloud. Another bolt of lightning was born, but this time it was no longer lightning like the previous one.

Instead, it was a vast black sea of ​​clouds, with purple lightning as thick as arms constantly splashing out from it, covering Zhang Zhiwei like a spider web.

For a moment, thunder roared in all directions, and there was a feeling that the net of heaven was vast and nothing could escape it.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the surging sea of ​​clouds in front of him. If the previous thunder was similar to the fierce yang thunder, then the current black sea of ​​clouds was similar to the damp and cold yin thunder.

Facing this kind of thunder, it is undoubtedly unwise to use Yin Thunder to deal with it, as that will lead to a long struggle. Yin Thunder should be broken by Yang Thunder.

Zhang Zhiwei quickly switched states, and in just a moment, silver lightning spread from his body like a spider web.

He gathered his strength and slapped out with his palm. The lightning was as agile as a dragon and as powerful as a rainbow. It stretched out in a winding manner and shattered seven or eight out of ten of the black thunder in one breath.

Even if the remaining thunder rushed to him, it would hardly have any effect as it was dispersed by the golden light that protected his body.

But then, new thunder gathered.

Zhang Zhiwei did not continue with his previous operation. He felt that it would be meaningless to just use tricks to fight against Thunder.

Thunder came in waves, and he dispersed them one by one. Although it was fun to fight against the sky, that was a fight for the general trend and destiny. For example, the fall of the Han Dynasty was destined by heaven, but Zhuge Wuhou wanted to defy heaven and change his fate. This was not like jumping into the clouds and fighting against the natural forces of heaven and earth. This was at best a battle of wits.

"Could it be that the so-called surviving thunder disaster is actually about drawing the thunder into the body?"

A thought flashed through Zhang Zhiwei's mind. The essence of the lower elixir actually represents the physical body, and it is facing the thunder tribulation.

Logically speaking, one should accept the baptism of thunder with his life, but if he lets go of his means and allows all the thunder to enter his body...

Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes. No matter how high his life cultivation was, he was still a mortal after all. Even if he had many ways to protect himself, doing so might still result in unpredictable risks.

"Alchemy is about refining the elixir. Whether it is adding ingredients or increasing the fire, you should do it slowly. You must not add too much ingredients or burn the fire too vigorously."

"Perhaps I can relax some of my defenses to attract some of the lightning into my body and see what happens first!"

Even though he knew it was risky, Zhang Zhiwei still decided to give it a try out of confidence in his own abilities.

He put away the Dongfeng sword and stopped using other means such as thunder magic, preparing to meet the coming thunder.

But in order to prevent too much thunder from rushing into his body at once, he maintained the golden light on his body surface.

"Boom!"

The purple thunder rushed towards Zhang Zhiwei like a storm. Zhang Zhiwei did not retreat but rushed forward and rushed into it.

(End of this chapter)