Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1371 Everything is ready

The sun is scorching in the sky and the yellow sand stretches for thousands of miles.

What a perfect day to get struck by lightning, Lin Fan thought.

She was standing in the heart of the desert north of Mingmin Mountain, a place specially chosen for her to undergo the tribulation.

Although Taixu Palace always felt that the choice of this place had some personal vendetta implications, it had to admit that it was indeed suitable.

Desert life is scarce, and the land is vast and unobstructed. Even the most severe thunderstorms can only distort the sand into new shapes. Compared to other mountains, rivers, and forests, it is indeed the least painful.

If Emperor Daoguang could return the favor later and transform the sand dunes into green land, it would be icing on the cake.

Moreover, the sand is not only flat, but can be shaped into any shape. With almost no effort, it was possible to create the current terrain, which is far from the center but can clearly see the center for others to observe.

More importantly, right below the chosen site is the cave where Lin Fan and his team had previously encountered the windthorn sandworm.

It was also mistakenly believed to be an ancient relic. Changtianmen and Taixu Palace have cooperated for many years but have not been able to dig deep into it. It is the lair of the radioactive monster.

The reason for the strange phenomenon may be that when the Linyuan barrier was weak, that thing sneaked out by some unknown means, but it was unable to run far, and the ancient aura on its body naturally formed an illusion over the years.

Because sand easily shaped, the earth-type monks dug deep into the area, forming a massive tiankeng. Then, under the orders of Yinze, a massive metal platform was buried at the bottom of the tiankeng.

The platform is about three meters in diameter and is condensed from the two elements of gold and fire. It protrudes from the ground to a certain height, but does not exceed the surrounding "stands".

Lin Fan was about to stand on this bare metal platform to accept the thunder tribulation.

But don't get me wrong, this solid thing is not for her to use as a stepping stone.

Beneath the sand, the metal extends straight into the barrier, serving as an important medium for channeling the power of thunder and lightning into the ancient world.

There are eight more such media around it, which guard the center with the force of gathering energy, reaching high into the sky, and also have the function of attracting lightning.

"She's afraid the thunderbolt won't strike Little Lin Fan. It's a tough move." The Thousand-Year-Old Master, his tail swaying gently from the clifftop, suddenly turned around and asked, "Why is she dressed like a bullseye? Is she afraid the thunderbolt from the sky won't see her? Who picked out her clothes?"

Jin Sichen half-knelt, lowered his head, and approached the little black cat and replied, "I don't know about that. We didn't specifically check what she was wearing. But considering Lin Fan's low-key personality, this dress might be useful."

"It's a vestment," Antonio said loudly. "It seems to be from that guy..." He thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with a name. "Anyway, it was given by a pretty awesome guy. He said it could withstand lightning strikes. Who cares if it looks good? He'd put a sack on his head."

Antonio ultimately didn't have time to reach the Nascent Soul stage.

He was thinking about and fearing the thought of being struck by lightning. He originally wanted to be struck by lightning together with Lin Fan to temper his body. Twenty-nine thunder tribulations were better than nothing.

Now seeing Lin Fan all alone, like a sacrifice thrown into the Colosseum, he felt mixed emotions and had no thoughts at all.

"Is this barrier strong?" He stretched out his hand anxiously, and the transparent protective film in front of them shimmered. "This time, we're going to use all our strength. Don't let those people catch us in one swoop."

If Jin Sichen wasn't waiting for the Thousand Years Old Master to step on his arm and climb on him, he would definitely have scolded this idiot.

Cen Fangyuan stepped forward, standing behind Master Qiansui, and replied to Antonio, "It shouldn't be a problem. The barrier here was set up personally by the elders of Changtian Sect. Master Qiansui is here with us. We've taken all the events you mentioned into consideration, don't worry. The only two things we should be worried about are Lin Fan and the subsequent feedback from Heaven and Earth. Will someone absorb too much spiritual energy and cause problems?"

He felt a weight on his shoulder, and then he saw the little black cat jump onto Cen Fangyuan's shoulder and squat down.

The bright yellow eyes stared at Antonio and licked its front paws, as if to say: What nonsense are you talking about when I am here.

Antonio turned guiltily in the other direction.

The outer circle, with Lin Fan at the center, was filled with people, each operating according to their connections and influence.

All the people on the Noah, except those who truly did not have special abilities, had disembarked, including those from Tiandu who, due to their appearance and high cultivation level, were unable to infiltrate the Apollo World.

When a large number of more than a thousand people came down to the Amber World from the suspended Noah through the light path, the monks watching were like Granny Liu who had just entered the Grand View Garden, their eyes full of curiosity.

The psychics on Tiandu Star were originally stronger than the crew members of the Noah who could sense spiritual energy later. They were generally at the stage of great perfection in Qi training to foundation building.

It wasn't the most powerful, but it was not much inferior to some of the small and medium-sized sects in the Alum World. After all, in a small sect, a Jindan cultivator could become an elder.

Based on the Noah's cultivation level and configuration, how can it not be considered a sect?

If Lin Fan succeeds in overcoming the tribulation this time, the only ones who can match him on the Polun Star... are probably the top three sects.

At the beginning, a large number of Tiandu people who had established their foundation were leading the way, so that a large number of crew members who had not yet reached the Qi training stage and came out from behind were shrouded in the halo of their predecessors and were not noticed much.

Everyone also knew that they were appearing in front of aliens. The uniform clothing and marching in formation gave the Perun people, who had never seen them before, a strong sense of presence.

Previously, many people cursed Lin Fan and his friends for coming to steal their skills, but now they are silent.

They seem powerful, so why would they covet their things? And now they're relying on them to resolve the world crisis... So they're actually the weaker party, right?

The change of mind of many Bolun monks and the further reduction of crises and risks were all within Cen Fangyuan's plan.

Changtianmen naturally took on the responsibility of ensuring the safety of the Noah's crew, but Cen Fangyuan was also fully prepared for any eventuality.

In addition to the trump card of Lord Qiansui, he gave all the foundation-building cultivators the magic weapons that Lin Fan had personally refined and left on the Noah.

The crew members seemed to be standing randomly, but in fact, those holding magic weapons were standing at the points of the formation.

Once an emergency occurs, they will immediately trigger Lin Fan's defensive magic weapon and group defense formation.

Changtianmen was located next to the Noah, and on the other side was Youyezong.

Even if they really have no bad intentions, they still have a number of disciples behind them.

If an emergency really comes, how could he ignore his own disciples and protect others first?

Cen Fangyuan understood. At any time, strong personal strength was the most important thing.

The benefit Lin Fan wanted was actually more of an attitude, an attitude to show other sects, an attitude of not provoking them.

Of course, it's not impossible for other sects to show genuine goodwill. But... as the saying goes, the iron must be strong before it can be forged.

Lin Fan had thought of this long ago and had left a foolproof escape route for the Noah. He hadn't anticipated the thunder tribulation at the time, but now it was a blessing in disguise.

This long-awaited thunderstorm is a big deal for both Noah and Perlite.

Antonio even spotted Shu Zhiyu. He was dressed in a magnificent robe, and he had unexpectedly taken a prominent position among the various immortal cultivation forces. It seemed he had successfully seized the throne and reconciled with the immortal cultivation world.

Come to think of it, there are also spiritually gifted and cultivators in the mortal world. The great events of Bolun Star shouldn't only benefit those cultivators who are already gifted.

But with such a large scale, Antonio couldn't help but feel that everyone on the entire planet of Peron, as long as they could be used, had been captured here to contribute their strength...

The wind and sand are gradually rising.

On the high cliff in front of the eight towering pillars, three monks walked out of the formation to perform rituals.

The spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to gather madly.

Clouds rolled in from all directions and gathered above Lin Fan's head. They were dark and heavy, as if the entire sky was pressing down.

The sky, which was clear just now, suddenly became dark.

The inky black clouds seemed to be falling, with faint flashes of purple-gold lightning in them.

The twenty-four cultivators with the highest cultivation levels in the Bolun world used their magical powers to block the eyes of Heaven and hide Lin Fan, an outsider, under the clouds.

"Lin Fan!" Cheng Kong stepped out of the formation, his Taoist robe rustling in the strong wind. He shouted to the young disciples in the formation, "Get ready! It's coming!"

The hurricane suddenly stopped, and the sand and gravel were suspended in the air. It seemed that in an instant, all the sounds in the world disappeared.

Everyone looked up.

Purple-gold lightning as thick as a child's arm tore through the clouds, piercing through the eight lightning pillars with earth-shattering power, and then gathered above Lin Fan's head in the middle.

"Boom——"

Finally it was split, split it, split it!

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