I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Just a faint smile made Xue Ling feel a huge life-and-death crisis.

He leaped dozens of feet away, trying to escape, but was bound by a jade belt and could not move.

Yan Xiu snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, a strand of extremely pure spiritual power came in front of Xue Ling, who was tied up tightly, hung on his forehead, and transformed into dew drops.

Yan Xiu was confident that he could survive this thunder tribulation.

The only thing he had to worry about was that this world would fall apart because it could not withstand the power of the thunder tribulation.

In this way, the dream-entering technique is likely to be forcibly lifted.

By then, not only would Xue Ling and other elders of Lingxu Palace escape, but all the people of the Yuan Dynasty would also disappear and wake up from their dreams.

So Yan Xiu did not deal with Xue Ling immediately to prevent this accident.

While he was thinking, the third wave of thunder and lightning quietly arrived. This time, dozens of lightning bolts fell at the same time.

For a while, the sound of thunder was endless, and the whole world was illuminated by lightning as if it were daytime.

The world constructed by Xue Ling began to crumble because it could not withstand the power of the thunder tribulation.

As the creator, Xue Ling is naturally not much better.

Although he was not as good as Yan Xiu who was at the center of the thunder tribulation, he was also living a life worse than death at this moment.

Just the aftermath of the thunder strike made Xue Ling feel the pain as if he were pierced by thousands of arrows. Even the most horrific torture in the world was nothing compared to the thunder strike.

And this is the power of the heavenly tribulation after being weakened thousands of times.

Thick, bright red blood began to flow from all his orifices. His face turned extremely pale and his body twitched continuously, as if he would die at any moment.

At this moment, the dew drop hanging on his forehead suddenly changed.

It's like the morning dew that has been hanging on the branches for a long time finally rolls down under the pull of gravity.

A drop of extremely pure spiritual power fell and sank into Xue Ling's forehead.

Xue Ling, who was already dying, felt a vast and gentle force merging into his body.

They happily wandered around their own extraordinary meridians, rapidly repairing their bodies that were on the verge of collapse.

Xue Ling, who had just been to the gates of hell, regained consciousness.

He looked at the dewdrops emitting emerald green light, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

The magic of this dew drop is comparable to the elixir that can bring back the dead to life!

There was greed in Xue Ling's eyes.

Dao Zun is currently busy fighting against the thunder tribulation and certainly has no time to pay attention to himself.

And thanks to that dew drop, he has now recovered all his strength.

As long as you snatch the dew drop now and take the opportunity to escape back to Lingxu Palace, no matter how powerful you are, can you fight against the entire Lingxu Palace?

The more Xue Ling thought about it, the more excited he became, and in the end, greed overwhelmed his reason.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the dew drop hanging in the air.

He could already imagine what the scene would be like after he brought the dewdrop back.

I will present it to Master when the time comes...

Do not!

How can I give away such a magical item that is unique in the world? It should be mine, Xue Ling, all to myself!

"Hahaha--"

His hideous and ugly face coupled with his crazy laughter was really creepy.

But his laughter suddenly stopped, like a duck with its neck pinched.

The moment Xue Ling made his move, the Immortal Binding Rope sensed his intention and began to shrink madly.

This blow dealt a severe blow to Xue Ling's internal organs. All his strength was drained away in an instant, and he lay on the ground twitching.

When the dew drop saw that Xue Ling's originally high vitality suddenly disappeared, it quickly dripped spiritual power to repair his body.

After recovering, Xue Ling did not dare to harbor any more evil intentions and turned his gaze to the three Hunyuan Realm elders.

At this moment, they were already dumbfounded, standing there, looking up at Yan Xiu who was enduring the thunder tribulation, without moving a muscle.

"I'm sorry, three elders!"

After grieving for a while, he struggled to get up. Just as he was about to activate his true energy, the thunder calamity came again!

Rumbling--

This time the lightning came down suddenly like a downpour, and the whole world was bathed in thunder and rain.

This whole world was in danger under the tremendous thunder. Xue Ling, who was affected, suddenly stiffened and fell straight down.

Black smoke was coming out of his whole body, as if he had just been struck by lightning.

Seeing this, Ludi helped him recover again.

But the feeling of being struck by lightning that followed made him faint again.

This went on and on, and Lu Di was always trying to keep Xue Ling alive as quickly as possible to prevent him from dying.

As long as Xue Ling is not dead, this world can be maintained forever, and all the people of the Yuan Dynasty can witness with their own eyes the legendary deeds of the Taoist Master in overcoming the thunder tribulation.

When they wake up, the fact that he survived the thunder tribulation will surely cause a huge sensation.

It is estimated that for a long time, the entire Yuan Dynasty, from the royal family to the peddlers, would talk about this matter with relish.

And all of this is what Yan Xiu needs most.

That's why he bowed to Xue Ling again and again to thank him.

After all, his unintentional plan helped him a lot.

Endless rain of thunder continued to fall.

The violent wind howled, the endless thunder roared, and even the heaven and earth were trembling.

In the midst of the thunder and lightning disaster that seemed like a doomsday scene, a glowing figure sat cross-legged in mid-air, like a small boat in the vast ocean, enduring the baptism of thunder and lightning over and over again.

No matter whether it was the stars in the sky representing the people of the Yuan Dynasty or the elders and disciples of Lingxu Palace, everyone held their breath and stared blankly at the figure.

Fairy!

Even the elders of Lingxu Palace were thinking the same thing at this moment.

Even a tiny bit of aftermath from this thunderbolt would be enough to smash them all into dust.

Even if Lingxu Palace Master Sang Qingshan came in person, he would probably not be able to survive the first thunder and would die on the spot.

Suddenly, the lightning bolts entangled and gathered together, forming a lightning pillar as thick as a thousand-year-old tree, and fell straight down!

buzzing-

The thunder was so loud that everyone felt a tinnitus.

The figure that had been emitting dazzling light gradually became dim under the lightning column.

"Oh no, Dao Zun can't hold on any longer!"

"It's so scary! It's so scary!"

"Nonsense, Dao Zun is an immortal, how can a mere bolt of lightning kill him?"

Although they said this, they were unsure in their hearts.

Even a mortal could see that Yan Xiu was now weak and had fallen into low spirits.

At this moment, a little bit of golden light floated down from the sky and gradually gathered on Yan Xiu.

"This is..."

Yan Xiu looked surprised.

This is actually the golden light of merit.

After seeing that Yan Xiu seemed to be unable to withstand the thunderbolt, the people of the Yuan Dynasty began to pray for him, and golden light of merit gathered in front of him.

A gentle smile appeared in the corner of Yan Xiu's eyes.

The people have treated me so well, how can I let them down?

Thanks to the golden light of merit, Yan Xiu's momentum gradually soared and he continued to resist the thunder tribulation.

After a full half hour, the number and frequency of lightning from the calamity cloud gradually diminished.

After the last pillar of lightning fell, the thunder disaster finally ended.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered here one after another, transformed into pure and powerful spiritual power that poured into Yan Xiu's body, nourishing his limbs and bones.

Yan Xiu felt that the spiritual power surging in his body was like a surging river, endless and continuous.

[In the twenty-fourth year of Zhenghe, you broke through the seventh level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture, successfully survived the thunder tribulation, and your realm rose greatly. You were rewarded: Divine Power, Sky Escape Sword Intent]