Junior sister took first place again

The whisper of the Heavenly Dao, like a curse on the tarsal bone, finally dissipated, but the invisible pressure it left behind almost crushed Ning Jiasheng's soul into dust.

Within her sea of ​​consciousness, a mighty mountain collapsed, and suffocating despair gripped her throat, attempting to drag her into the abyss of sinking consciousness.

At this critical moment, the Demon King's final message of faith, along with the trust as heavy as the stars, suddenly pierced the boundless darkness.

They were like the only immortal spark in the endless abyss. Although tiny, they carried a determination that could penetrate eternity, allowing her soul, which was on the verge of collapse, to cling to the last bit of clarity.

"The future of this world depends on you..."

That voice, branded with the marks of blood and fire, roared in her heart.

"Reincarnation... the end point... the last chance..."

Ning Jiasheng's bloodshot lips slightly opened, and a broken but clear hum escaped.

The fire in his eyes, which had been frozen by despair, was now completely ignited by this cruel truth. Instead of being extinguished, it burst out with a determination to burn everything to ashes, a sharp edge of perish together with his enemies and to live towards death.

"Great! What a great 'God's Ascension'!"

She suddenly raised her head, as if to pierce the heavens. The remaining strength in her limbs, bones, meridians and acupoints was forcibly ignited by her unyielding will, boiling and surging recklessly.

Blood gushed out from the broken wound, and wisps of unyielding golden light rose in the void, like sparks setting the prairie on fire, illuminating her blood-stained robe and resolute face.

"You want to see a show? Then I'll put it on for you! A show... a show that will overturn your throne!"

boom--!

It was not the Nine Heavens Thunder Sound, but came from deep within her body.

The soul-sealing technique that had been imposed by Heaven himself and imprisoned her for so long completely collapsed at this moment.

The vast spiritual power that had been suppressed and accumulated for countless years, like an ancient ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years, roared and broke through the barrier of the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

An aura that transcended the mundane world and began to touch the origin of the laws of heaven and earth could no longer be suppressed. Like a galaxy bursting through a dam, it madly rushed out from her scarred body.

This aura, with the determination to break and then rebuild, and the arrogance to fight for life against the sky, suddenly lit up the brightest and most dazzling lighthouse in the core of the deadly and evil-filled Day Palace.

In an instant, it triggered the supreme judgment of this world, which, although corroded by the pollution of demonic energy, still operated according to ancient rules - the divine tribulation!

Click——! ! !

The entire space, which was blocked by the remaining power of Heaven, Demon King and Immortal Lord, was shaking and groaning violently like glass.

The seemingly indestructible void barrier was suddenly torn apart by a more primitive, violent, and supreme force that contained the original laws of the world.

The real doomsday scene from the outside world, like a shattered mirror, surged back in—

The sky was no longer a canopy of heaven, but an endless, roaring, deep purple sea of ​​thunder.

Countless thunder dragons as thick as the ancient mountains coiled and meandered in it, roaring with the breath of destruction, filling the wilderness.

Every time the thunder dragon churns, it brings with it a world-destroying gale that tears apart the clouds, revealing a deep and terrifying vortex of destruction behind it.

The earth wailed and trembled under the power of thunder, and hideous cracks in space spread like spider webs. Filthy and corrupt demonic energy from the depths of the demon realm gushed out, attempting to pollute everything.

However, the pure, brilliant thunder representing the will of heaven and earth, like the sun in the sky, collided and annihilated with the evil spirit, crackling and interweaving into a bizarre doomsday picture.

The thunder tribulation of the Spirit Transformation Stage has arrived.

This is not an ordinary cultivator's advancement calamity, but a direct intervention of the will of Heaven. It is the ultimate judgment that comes with the ruthless dual purposes of "purification" and "screening".

At this final moment, He must either completely wipe out this "variable" that is beyond His control; or... forge her body with infinite potential into the most perfect and obedient "container".

The first thunderbolt, a dark purple lightning as thick as a bucket, ignored the barriers of time and space, and with the terrifying power of pure annihilation of matter, it was like a spear of destruction thrown by the god of heavenly punishment, and instantly hit Ning Jiasheng's head.

Its speed is so fast and its power is so great that it is unavoidable and unstoppable!

However, there was no fear in Ning Jiasheng's blood-stained golden eyes, only a cold flame ignited by the cruel truth, which almost burned everything.

She didn't even mobilize her spiritual power to build a defensive barrier!

At the critical moment when the thunder of annihilation was about to fall upon him——

"Zheng——!"

A clear and passionate sword sound, full of unyielding fighting spirit and determination to die, tore through the deathly silence and echoed throughout the empty Sun Palace.

Ning Jiasheng's bloodstained right hand suddenly grasped in the air - the Red Flame Divine Sword instantly condensed and took shape in his palm.

On the sword body, the surging Green Lotus Sword Will flows endlessly, which is the manifestation of his Tao heart; it also contains the vast sword energy accumulated through countless life and death trials in this life, as vast as the sea, and at this moment it has turned into a substantial edge at the critical moment of life and death.

The moment the sword was formed, she twisted her waist and spun around, using her body as the axis and stepping on the mysterious steps, pouring all her unyielding will, the remaining source of life, and the boiling vast spiritual power into this natal sword that was connected to her heart and blood without reservation.

Facing the thunder that was crashing down and blindingly pale, she did not dodge or evade. Instead, she let out a clear cry that could split rocks and pierce the clouds, and slashed forward fearlessly.

Attract the lightning with your body! Temper the sword with lightning!

Boom——! ! !

The blood-red sword light and the pale and dazzling lightning, like two meteorites, collided violently in the air above the palace.

In an instant, the blinding light engulfed everything, and the terrifying shock wave exploded like a physical tsunami.

The dark gold stone floor of the Sun Palace, which was famous for its hardness, was lifted up, shattered, and turned into powder like brittle glass, and the gravel shot out like rain.

Ning Jiasheng's body sank suddenly as if hit by an ancient sacred mountain, his feet sinking deep into the broken stone ground, up to his knees.

The violent force raged in her body, her throat felt sweet, and a large amount of light golden divine blood gushed out, scattering a sad and beautiful golden rainbow in the air.

The cold, vast, and omnipresent will of Heaven, like the most venomous of snakes, once again coiled around her shaky soul, whispering a message filled with temptation and cruelty: "Pain? This is the beginning of a new life. Struggle. In the flames of destruction, your body will shed its mortal form and transform into a perfect vessel capable of bearing my might. Resistance will only increase your suffering."

Ning Jiasheng's hand, which was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword, was shaking violently, and the knuckles had already cracked.

The red flame was instantly covered with spider-web-like fine cracks. The pale golden divine light and the dark red devilish aura flowed and clashed wildly on the sword body, making a shrill whine, as if it was about to collapse in the next moment.

However, in the end... I held on.

The terrifying pale thunder was actually split apart by the sword of law in her hand, which embodied her lifelong cultivation and unyielding will.

The remaining tiny lightning snakes, like maggots attached to the bones, madly rushed into her body along the vibrating sword.

The feeling was like billions of red-hot steel needles piercing the meridians, tearing the bones, and burning the soul at the same time. The pain was enough to make an ordinary person collapse instantly.

However, this violent power of thunder was like the most domineering and purest forging hammer in the world, madly tempering every meridian and bone in her body, and even the red flame that was cultivated with her life.

What was strange was that the fine cracks on the sword, under the impact of the violent lightning and the forced healing of her own will, actually showed signs of being forcibly welded and condensed. The sword's edge became sharper instead of lessening, adding a restrained heaviness and edge.