Song Shuhang rode the wind and waves alone … with his Holy Ape Choir, the virtuous lamia, and Fairy Creation, he arrived at the depths of the sea of lightning.
He finally saw the 'heavenly tribulation' that made him feel threatened.
It was a huge ball of lightning, brewing in the sea of lightning.
Below the ball of lightning was a palm made of tribulation clouds.
This style looked very familiar.
He couldn't help but look at his palm.
Above his head, the virtuous lamia played the strings and sang, "Palm ~ Lightning ~"
"Nonsense." Song Shuhang pointed at the huge ball of lightning in front of him. "How could the Lightning Palm be so big?"
The energy of the tribulation lightning in the sea of lightning continued to gather in the 'Lightning Palm'. If it was allowed to continue brewing, the power of this' Lightning Palm 'would eventually be enough to destroy a city with a single blow.
It was as if it had sensed Song Shuhang's aura.
In the sea of lightning, the hand of tribulation lightning raised high and aimed at Song Shuhang — in the palm, the terrifying ball of lightning crackled.
Moreover, it wasn't just one.
Like a chain reaction, one after another, the huge hands of tribulation clouds drilled out of the sea of lightning. Each arm was like a pillar, locking onto Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang: "…"
If so many giant Lightning Palms were to hit me at the same time, even if I was made of steel, a layer of my skin would still be melted, right?
The atmosphere was heavy, and the air quieted down.
Even the zither music of the two fairies in the sky stopped. The 123 Holy Apes also stopped singing in a low voice.
However, the giant Lightning Palms that were raised high did not immediately attack. They confronted Song Shuhang, and seemed to be gathering their power.
After about three breaths …
Above his head, the two fairies began to play again.
One zither and one pipa played together.
However, the style of the music changed, and it was no longer passionate.
A very sad sound of the zither was played by the two fairies.
This tune was very familiar.
Even Song Shuhang, who had lost his memory, felt that he had heard this tune somewhere before.
The two fairies were playing a funeral song.
In the early years, when people were buried, some local customs would arrange for a band to play mournful music at the side to send the deceased to their graves.
The two fairies were currently playing this kind of mournful music.
The only regret was that the two fairies could only play the sound of the guqin. They lacked the low, sad sound of blowing and playing instruments, so the sad atmosphere could not be perfectly performed.
Led by the Great Sacred Ape, the Sacred Apes lowered their voices and sang a sorrowful song of sorrow.
In the future, if Song Shuhang 'died' the last time, not only would he bring his own tombstone, but he would also bring his own Confucian monkeys who would pay their respects to him. It would be like a flowing stream of services.
He didn't need to trouble others even if he died.
…
…
Rumble!
As if they were stimulated by the mournful music, the hands of the tribulation clouds that were holding the gigantic Lightning Palms slapped toward Song Shuhang. In fact, their energy hadn't been completely condensed yet, so they were considered premature Heavenly Tribulations.
Song Shuhang quickly reached out and raised the turtle shell shield. His purpose of entering the depths of the Thunder Sea alone was to test the power of the Heavenly Tribulations brewing in the depths of the Thunder Sea.
"There are a lot of Lightning Palms. Is there any way to reduce them?" Song Shuhang thought to himself. To test the strength of the Lightning Palms, it would be enough to take one Lightning Palms head-on.
As soon as he thought of that, the eight Nascent Souls in his stomach received the order.
The seven little Nascent Souls raised their hands and seven different "Fate Wheels" appeared in their hands.
The small Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators waved their hands, and the sawtooth blades, the broadswords, the metal wheels, the helical swords, the overlapping sharp gears, the rings made of sharp threads, and the seemingly plain octagonal Fate Wheel were all activated.
The seven Fate Wheels whizzed out and slashed at the giant Thunder-Palms.
At the same time, the fat whale Fate Wheel that belonged to Song Shuhang's Dantian appeared above his head. It was like a crown of thorns, a Fate Wheel for long-range attacks.
The Fate Wheel was different from Dharma Spells. It was a talent attack. Even if Song Shuhang didn't have any memories, as long as he had the thought of "attacking", the Fate Wheel would automatically be released. It was the same principle as "Lotus Blooming Step by Step."
The "Fate Wheel" that was originally an attack method of the Sixth Level was strengthened by the little Nascent Souls when they were released.
Not only that, behind each Fate Wheel, there were thirty-three phantoms of Dharma Artifacts. Those were Song Shuhang's Natal Dharma Artifacts, which added his own power to those Fate Wheels.
After the double strengthening, those Fate Wheels were far more powerful than those of the Sixth Level.
They slashed at the giant Lightning Palms. Those giant Lightning Palms were born prematurely and their power was equivalent to the full attack of a Seventh Level Venerable.
The Fate Wheel directly cut the "giant Lightning Palms" and the Tribulation Cloud. At the same time, the "Thorn Wheel" above Song Shuhang's head opened fire and detonated the giant Lightning Palms that had been cut in half.
After the Fate Wheel went around, only one of those giant Lightning Palms was left for Song Shuhang to test its power.
Boom!
The giant Lightning Palms that had been deliberately missed hit Song Shuhang's turtle shell shield.
Song Shuhang didn't move at all.
The power of the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Palms was completely blocked by the turtle shell. The remaining numbness of the Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Palms didn't hurt Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang waved his hand and had a general understanding of the power of the "Heavenly Tribulation Lightning Palms."
"If that's all, I might be able to survive as long as I do it step by step," Song Shuhang thought to himself.
As long as the Heavenly Tribulation didn't change, it wouldn't be that bad if it went through the normal process …
This thought was only half a circle in his mind, and he hadn't finished it yet.
"F * ck you!" Song Shuhang held the turtle shell shield tightly.
There was a change in the sea of lightning.
The Heavenly Tribulation didn't go the normal way.
The power of the entire sea of lightning was gathered in the blink of an eye.
It was like a black hole was gathering the sea of lightning.
Maybe it thought that the gradual process of the Heavenly Tribulation was a waste of life. Therefore, the Heavenly Tribulation of Xu Ansheng went straight from the beginning to the end.
It gathered all the power of the Heavenly Tribulation and condensed it into the final tribulation.
The final tribulation — the tribulation of death.
In the early Primordial Era, if the Eighth Stage Xu Ansheng was too active in Xu Ansheng's Tribulation-Transcending Space, there was a very small chance that he would encounter this tribulation.
This tribulation wasn't physical, magical, or mental.
It was an attack at the level of 'laws'.
In addition … there was a prerequisite for this tribulation to appear.
It was aimed at the cultivators with 'heavenly talent', who came in contact with 'Dao' at the Seventh Stage and began to explore their own 'Dao'.
For example, Scarlet Heaven understood the 'Dao' he was going to take in the future at the Venerable Realm and began to lay the foundation for the 'Dao' he was going to take in the future.
Only those who had touched upon the aura of 'Dao' were qualified to trigger this hidden 'tribulation'.
The tribulation of death turned into a black deathly light and shone on Song Shuhang's body. It passed through Song Shuhang's body and shone on the distant Shiliu of the Su Clan.
The ominous light connected the two of them.
They would either live together or die together.
… …
… …
At the same time.
Outside the fog, the white horse finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Its body began to turn into particles and dissipate.
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