Chapter 859 Identification
call!
The killing thunder disappeared.
Meng Zhi's slightly trembling palms gradually stabilized.
It wasn't fear, it was complete peace of mind.
He suddenly realized that he had reached such a high position.
The first thunder tribulation never brought him any difficulties.
The scattered arcs of thunder were like gorgeous fireworks, celebrating his inner life: "I understand, the thunder disaster of heaven and earth is not only a test for monks, but also an opportunity."
boom.
The second way.
Meng Zhi never set up the body-protecting Gangqi and allowed the thunder to baptize his body.
The falling thunder did not make Meng Zhi feel the threat of death, but instead inspired the Taoist Tiger Soul.
The giant tiger was like a snake surrounding Meng Zhi's shoulders. The huge tiger head opened its bloody mouth, roaring endlessly, and wildly spitting out inspiration.
"Tiger Soul!"
As the third thunderbolt fell, Meng Zhi couldn't help but sigh. Because he had devoted himself to practice, he had not fully exerted the magical power of the Tiger Soul Taoist body.
The tiger soul Taoist body possesses many powerful magical powers.
Among them, the Geng Jin kills and the White Tiger is fierce, which can help his true meaning and magic.
When his sword intent is surging, he can fully utilize the powerful ability of the Tiger Spirit Dao Body to cross levels and fight against the enemy.
Not to mention, he also has a suitable and top-quality Taoist weapon in his hand.
Although the Zunhun Banner is a functional Taoist weapon, it has an ability that all Taoist soldiers do not have, that is, it can change its own form.
The magical power of freedom allows the Zunhun Banner to adapt to different banner owners.
No matter if the opponent is a sword, a spear, a halberd, an ax or a axe, a hook or a fork...
As long as the banner owner can imagine it, the Zunhun Banner will turn into the corresponding weapon according to the opponent's ideas. Even though it only has the most basic form, it is far beyond the capabilities of ordinary Taoist weapons.
With the Black Gold Blood Sword in hand, Meng Zhi could surpass the level by himself without even needing Mr. Hu to take action.
Tiger guarding the Sacred Heart makes his spiritual consciousness stronger.
Visualization is enough to protect him from most evil spells.
The tiger's eyes can see through disguises, and they have a vague ability to see into people's hearts.
However, he did not mention his most powerful magical power, which is called 'Death Burial Divine Barrier'.
All monks who die in his hands will turn into his ghosts. However, what is more embarrassing is that after killing someone else, the Soul Reverend Banner in his hand will swallow the other person's Yinshen.
Instead, the most powerful magical power was reduced to useless.
"Tushanjun."
"Elder Fox, Elder Tiger?"
Meng Zhi burst out laughing. Compared to him, an orthodox Taoist inheritor, Tu Shanjun was more like the Tiger Soul Taoist, and his magical powers in all aspects were far stronger than his own Taoist body.
He had long thought whether he had made a mistake in calling Tushan Jun Hu Lao.
In fact, he should be called Hu Lao.
So what are these two?
Tiger, little tiger?
Before he could think about it, the fourth thunderbolt suddenly fell.
This time, Meng Zhi did not rely on his support to resist, but turned around and got into the formation.
After taking the elixir, he placed the black gold blood knife across his knees and sat quietly.
The rising formation protected him from the oncoming thunder.
Tu Shanjun said: "The big formation can't stop us for long."
He arranged this formation, and he knew the limits of the formation.
The thunder is like a waterfall rushing in to wash away this thatched hut that protects against wind and rain. Although it is still strong now, in fact, within thirty breaths, this formation will be broken.
This also made Tushanjun frown.
Thunder Tribulation seems to have more powerful countermeasures against the formation, or it may be that the formation is not strong enough.
‘Maybe I should study formations for thunder tribulation. ’
Tu Shanjun thought that this formation could withstand a thunderbolt, but now it seems that it can only withstand half a thunderbolt.
Mengzhi heard the cry, took another Yinhun Dan to replenish his mana, and used the Whale Swallowing Dharma, holding the seal with both hands:
"The sky is evergreen, change from hell with me."
"Earth-eating!"
Eighteen rays of divine light surged into long pillars and converged on Meng Zhi's body.
A shadow appeared behind Meng Zhi.
The phantom was like a figure on stilts and wearing a cloak. It opened its bloody mouth and madly swallowed the huge spiritual energy of the spiritual veins like a wild beast.
The originally clear world was now filled with atomized spiritual energy.
"What time is it?"
"We're halfway through the fourth course."
One of the onlookers, Nascent Soul Lord, stared at the center of the raging thunder.
He obviously couldn't see anything, and his consciousness couldn't touch it at all, but he still counted carefully, his eyes seemed to jump out of the eyebrows and eye frames.
After cultivating to this point, no one wants to take a step further.
Going further will not only increase your life span by a thousand years, but also bring you closer to the path to immortality.
Although most monks have no idea about the path to immortality, they are still unwilling to settle for the ordinary.
Whether they are moving forward consciously or unconsciously, they are walking on the road.
"The giant ship of the Yujin Gang is coming!"
"Is this monk who has overcome the tribulation a monk from the Yujin Gang?"
"That must be the genius of Guxian Tower."
"Have you heard of it, the Sixteenth Hall of the Jade Gold Gang?"
"Who doesn't know who doesn't know about the 16th class?"
"The leader of the 16th Hall of the Jade Gold Gang is said to only be in the Nascent Soul realm."
"That?"
"It's most likely him!"
…
Chen Jinding stood on the giant ship with a calm expression. The two iron rings in his hands jingled. He didn't know when the number had increased to three. The golden rings floated and collided, but flew back to his fingers safely under his control.
Obviously, he is in a happy mood, at least now he is not as impatient as before.
"Fat Chen, are you in a good mood?"
A young man sitting above the cabin was chewing melon seeds and crossing his legs.
Seeing that Chen Jinding's anger was not aroused, the young man continued with a smile: "That kid treated you like that and killed three of your important helmsmen. Don't you even dare to fart?"
"snort."
Chen Jinding sneered.
He had already made preparations.
If Meng Zhi dies in the hands of the organization's killer today, he will be lucky. If the organization's killer fails, he will definitely make the other party unable to survive or die.
It’s been so long since I’ve had an attack, but it’s just because I haven’t reached the best moment yet.
There has never been a more appropriate time or situation than now.
"The genius of the Taoist body is deeply valued by the second master."
Another young man leaning on the railing said calmly.
Of the sixteen hall masters, three of them arrived early, and several others were not traveling with them.
Most of them had no conflict of interest with Meng Zhi, so they didn't want to make enemies, so they didn't even come, just waiting for the news to come back.
If Mengzhi can break through, they will naturally congratulate him, but if he can't, it doesn't hurt.
…
"What do you think is his success rate in overcoming the tribulation?"
In a fortress hidden in the sky, Yu Haofeng stood on the deck and asked Zhu Qianshou.
"At least 70%."
Zhu Qianshou's eyes were very vicious.
Yu Haofeng didn't say much, nodded slightly and said: "Eighty percent."
This probability is already very high.
It came out very plainly from Yu Haofeng's mouth.
He knew that Meng Zhi had such a background.
Even without the Divine Transformation Pill, there is still a 40-50% chance based on one's cultivation and background.
Immortal cultivators, even if they say a thousand things, they still have to rely on themselves in the end.
Theirs is a monk, not a strongman created by piles of resources.
In ancient times, there were no specific prescriptions for elixirs, but there were also people who broke through the ranks and climbed up. Could it be that without the treasures and resources of heaven, earth, materials, and resources, their monks would be useless?
"Thunder Tribulation is so fast!"
"What course is this?"
"The eighth path."
…
At this time, Meng Zhi's long dark golden hair was completely burnt and scattered, and his robe was torn into tatters by thunder. His body-protecting aura completely disappeared, his spiritual aura was sluggish, and even his originally bright eyes were dimming a lot. Meng Zhi's heart skipped a beat as the ninth thunder dragon approached.
"Master..."
"Don't be afraid!"
A somewhat hoarse voice resounded in the ethereal air.
"Do you still remember that magical power?"
"Remember!"
Meng Zhi picked up the seal:
"Devil's heart leads to heaven."
"Yin Shen takes the place of death!"
The phantom that emerged behind him gradually solidified and turned into a Yin Shen with a physical body.
The gloomy eyes of Yin Shen became brighter and brighter, and the death energy on his body was replaced by vigorous vitality.
On the other hand, Meng Zhi's body was like an extinguishing light. At the moment when the two sides reached a balance, the Yin God turned into a stream of light and rushed into the sky.
boom!
The thunder dragon devours the Yin God.
It also exploded in mid-air.
At the same time, Meng Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, and his infinite inspiration turned into a pillar of light that shot into the sky.
The thunderstorm above turned into rain clouds.
"It's raining."
The rain falls.
Standing in the rain, Meng Zhi felt that the fatigue all over his body was swept away.
At this time, a tiny ripple appeared in front of him.
"What?!"
"die!"
A deep voice sounded.
A monk wearing a cloak and a bronze fox mask appeared in front of Meng Zhi, who had just overcome the tribulation.
The three-edged sand pestle in his hand went straight to Meng Zhi's head.
"not good!"
The monk in the bronze mask had a sinister smile on his lips. He seemed to have foreseen the moment when this Taoist genius would fall. When the time comes, this person's death must not be pretty. After all, few people whose heads are blown to pieces are pretty.
Not to mention it looks good, I'm afraid not even a complete body will be left.
Bang!
The monk in the bronze mask looked startled.
The three-edged sand pestle in his hand did hit something.
But it wasn't the young man's head, but a broad and thick chest.
The chest is very strong, but unfortunately, the opponent's Taoist skills are too low. In the early stage of divine transformation, his chest was penetrated by his blow, and all the internal organs were severely damaged.
If he continues to attack, he may be able to kill this person in a short time, but this is not his purpose.
"court death!"
Huang Hu roared.
"The stars rise from the earth!"
The aura of inspiration is like a sand tree rising from the ground.
A mysterious thing appears in Xutian.
Diamond Star Fox jumped up.
The 'old dragon' whose chest was penetrated raised his head and looked at the assassin in front of him.
He recognized the man.
He had fought with this person outside Tianji City, but he escaped. Unexpectedly, he was now in the late stage of becoming a god, and he would also assassinate Meng Zhi after he passed through the tribulation.
"what happened?"
Chen Jinding frowned.
Thought:
‘Why is the old dragon so vulnerable? Could it be that he was bluffing people at that time? ’
Tu Shanjun pushed Meng Zhi away and took the black gold blood knife.
Shake gently.
The blood knife returned to its original state.
One foot long Xuhun banner.
Zunhun banner.
Huang Hu was stunned for a moment.
Immediately his eyes widened.
A chill ran up his spine and went straight to his forehead.
"ah!"
Yelled.
Rolling and crawling up to Dunyun.