Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1372 Thunder Tribulation

Lin Fan formed seals with his hands the moment the lightning struck, and three light blue protective shields instantly appeared in front of him.

Almost at the moment the shield was formed, the lightning arrived.

The two outer layers of the shield were directly shattered by the lightning, and the innermost layer was also full of fine cracks, and it only lasted for one more second.

Lin Fan groaned, her body swaying slightly as she felt a long-lost, intense numbness throughout her body. This was a feeling she hadn't experienced since absorbing the lightning power in the ugly woman's cave.

Does this mean that the Nine-Nine Tribulations Thunder is more powerful than the thunder formed by the Blue Star Talisman? Or is it just the difference in power between the two stars?

Lin Fan didn't have time to dwell on it. After her first intimate encounter, she finally understood the power of the thunder tribulation.

Fortunately.

She finally let go of the worry that had been hanging in her heart.

"The first thunderbolt was so powerful?! That's the Nascent Soul's Azure Nether Shield!" In the Taixu Palace camp, Ling Yichen heard a cultivator in front of him exclaim in surprise, "Is the power of the Ascension Tribulation truly extraordinary?"

Ling Yichen frowned, clenched the Broken Cloud Sword in his hand, and looked at the field.

The second thunderbolt fell, nearly half as thick as the first, a darker color, and carrying a violent aura.

The Qingyin Sword in Lin Fan's hand radiated a chill. With a tap of her toes, she drew a shadow in the air, avoiding the direct impact of the lightning. She slashed out with a silver-white sword energy, colliding with the lightning.

"Crack!"

The silver-white sword energy was torn apart, and the momentum of the lightning decreased slightly, but it seemed to have eyes and continued to fall towards Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised his hand, and the surrounding gravel rose from the ground, forming a thick earth wall blocking him.

Lightning struck the wall, causing it to collapse instantly, with broken dirt and gravel flying everywhere.

Lin Fan took advantage of this brief buffer to condense the protective shield again and take on the remaining power of thunder and lightning.

Antonio's sharp eyes saw blood oozing from the corner of Lin Fan's mouth, but she quickly licked it away. He clenched his hands tightly against his chest, his mind blank.

The six subsequent thunderbolts became more powerful each time. By the ninth one, the lightning was as thick as a calf and its color had turned dark purple.

When it fell, there was a sharp thunder, and even the surrounding space was slightly distorted.

Almost every time Lin Fan was hit by a thunderbolt, he would suffer injuries of varying degrees.

From the charred skin to the bloody holes left on the hands, the red robes were also burned with scorch marks.

I don’t know if it was the lightning that stimulated the body’s ability to repair itself, but the functions that were not so fast before are now running as fast as a rushing river.

It only takes a breath for the blood to coagulate, the blood clot to fall off, and new pink skin to appear.

The monks who were watching were all amazed, and the tense nerves of the people on the Noah relaxed a little.

The spiritual energy in Lin Fan's body was running wildly.

Every time she was injured, she kept adjusting her response.

He tried to use the lightning power in his body to guide the thunder into the desert; he also tried to mobilize the power of the world in his body to form a stronger defense; or he used different spells to try to resolve the attack of the thunder.

The lightning of the ninth tribulation thunder dissipated. The golden elixir was completed!

Lin Fan counted, bent down slightly, pressed the ground with his sword with one hand, supported his knee with the other hand, and breathed heavily.

A small goal was achieved, and she felt a little relieved mentally.

But moments later, the clouds began to roll again. Deep purple lightning, even more intense than before, began to streak through the clouds. With faint golden lines, it enveloped the area with a pressure several times more powerful than the ninth lightning bolt.

Lin Fan stood up straight, his eyes becoming more serious.

He quickly stuffed a pill in his mouth, his eyes fixed on the flashes of light in the clouds.

"Boom!"

The deep purple lightning with golden lines rushed towards Lin Fan like a roaring dragon.

This time, Lin Fan didn't dare to take it head-on. He dodged slightly and threw out a circular magical weapon.

The magic weapon was suspended above her head, emitting countless brilliant starlights, which gathered into a huge light shield, enclosing Lin Fan.

"Brilliant Mirror?!" someone exclaimed.

"boom!"

The light shield shook violently, and starlight shattered and scattered.

After the Brilliant Light Mirror was struck, it also drew away some of the lightning, instantly dimming and cracking, and fell straight into the sand.

The lightning that was dispersed several times also shocked Lin Fan, causing his blood to surge and the spiritual power in his body to become chaotic.

"The Soul-Splitting Treasure is just like this..."

Before the man could finish his words, the second thunder tribulation arrived.

Lin Fan's red robe finally couldn't withstand the lightning strike and shattered into pieces.

Lin Fan resisted the third thunderbolt with his sword. His right shoulder was struck, and his entire arm to the shoulder was instantly charred, with the bones barely visible.

Lin Fan groaned in pain as the sword slipped from his hand and he fell to his knees.

The power of repair is already running wildly, the charred flesh is falling off quickly, and new bones and muscles are growing rapidly.

The four thunders had already arrived, but Lin Fan was still kneeling and hadn't gotten up.

Ling Yichen's heart trembled, and he saw several rays of light blocking Lin Fan at the same time.

The golden sword light and white ice instantly formed a huge defense, but they were no match for the lightning and shattered one after another.

Ling Yichen finally had time to look in the direction of the spiritual light, which was the location of Changtian Gate.

"It's really scary..." The monk in front spoke again.

Ling Yichen quickly looked back to the center. Lin Fan had already stood up, sword in hand. His withered right arm was still limp, but it was white and tender, looking brand new.

I don't know if this scary thing is referring to Lin Fan or...

The last bolt of lightning from the Twenty-Nine Tribulations Thunder directly struck Lin Fan flying away. He fell heavily on the sand and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She was covered in wounds, her Taoist robe was torn and tattered, and her exposed skin was covered with scars of varying depths, some of which were even emitting black smoke.

Lin Fan struggled to stuff a handful of medicine into his mouth, his spiritual power running wildly to repair the holes in his body's meridians caused by the lightning strike.

The Nascent Soul has been formed! She silently chanted in her heart, and her faith in her heart strengthened a little bit.

"How come her Nascent Soul Lightning is so powerful?!" Changtian Sect's alchemist, Master Jingchen, was extremely anxious. "It's comparable to Senior Brother Yifeng's Spiritual Division Lightning Tribulation, right?"

"Since she has been recognized as one by the Heavenly Dao, the energy within her must not be underestimated." Sect Leader Chengkong's expression was grim. "Now that the Heavenly Dao has been blinded, her ability to sense energy is limited to instinct. The greater the ability Lin Fan displays, the more severe the thunder tribulation will be."

To put it bluntly, most of the time, the heavenly thunder tribulations are a way to exclude dissidents.

Master Nan Yao, the weapon refiner, crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze shifting from the broken sword in the sand to Lin Fan, who had leaped back onto the platform. "The Light-Winging Sword is broken, and the magical weapon we prepared doesn't seem to be...coming!"

The Thirty-Nine Tribulations Thunder originally corresponded to the Spirit Severing Realm, but it made all the Spirit Severing cultivators present turn pale.

The great Mahayana thunder that they had longed for countless times but had never seen seemed to be right before their eyes.

The golden lightning as thick as a thigh carried the power to destroy everything, even tearing tiny cracks in the surrounding space as it fell straight down.

Lin Fan didn't dare to test the law again. Defense and attack were nothing compared to the absolute power.

She took out the magic weapon she had prepared long ago and sacrificed it as if it were worthless.

I didn't care about my image or my movements at all.

These magical instruments were given to Lin Fan by Chengkong. They are all good things. I thought they would only be used a little later, during the Five Tribulations Thunder.

The magic weapon could indeed block some of the lightning strikes for Lin Fan, but because her position was a formation that guided the lightning, being struck by lightning was inevitable.

Moreover, she couldn't avoid it either - how could she cultivate her body if the lightning couldn't pass through her body?

Chengkong gave me a lot of magical weapons, but they couldn’t withstand such use.

Gradually, the number of magic weapons in Lin Fan's hands became fewer and fewer.

This was only the third day of the ninth lunar month. Although she was not seriously injured physically, she began to feel pessimistic.

Can she really endure such a thunder tribulation until the end of the Nine Nine Techniques?

I thought I could finish one chapter, but I didn't.

Soon, soon.