Chapter 296: Missile

It is a pity that after that great battle, Zhang Sanfeng mysteriously disappeared.

Everyone in the Shenzhou Cultivation World thought he had perished together with the Japanese experts, but unexpectedly, eighty years later, Yang Yijian suddenly heard Zhang Sanfeng's voice again, which truly made him extremely excited and unable to contain himself.

Yang Yijian is the number one expert in Shenzhou; it sounds very glorious, but in reality, the pressure is immense.

Over these years, Yang Yijian has been stationed in the land of Shenzhou, bearing pressure from all sides; no one knows how stifled he has felt.

One must know that whether it is the Japanese Onmyoji across the water, the vampires of the West, or the Holy Church of the West, all have experts above the Fourth Grade, while the strongest in the Shenzhou Cultivation World is only at the Third Grade High Stage.

In recent years, Shenzhou's national strength has been robust, and although no major conflicts have broken out, some small frictions are inevitable.

In several conflicts, Yang Yijian fought against cultivators from other countries, and each time he was suppressed.

If it weren't for the fact that Yang Yijian's Flying Sword is a Low-grade Spirit Treasure with immense power and great flight capabilities, even Yang Yijian would have fallen.

At this moment, knowing that Zhang Sanfeng is still alive, Yang Yijian is overjoyed; with this great god here, let's see who still dares to come and bully the Shenzhou Cultivation World.

"True Person Zhang says that the one undergoing the tribulation now is his disciple. Good heavens, even his disciple is about to advance to the Fifth Grade. Haha, that means the Shenzhou Cultivation World is about to have two more Fifth-Grade Experts all at once. This is truly wonderful."

Following Zhang Sanfeng's guidance, Yang Yijian glided down into the Valley base, and the two communicated via Divine Sense, recounting the trials and tribulations of these eighty years; both sides were filled with sighs.

On the other side, the thunderclouds above Meng Yifan's head quickly gathered enough Thunder Element Demon Power, and then with a rumble, a purple bolt of lightning as thick as a water barrel descended from Heaven, striking toward the top of Meng Yifan's head.

Judging from the energy fluctuations of this bolt of lightning, it was at least comparable to the full-force strike of a Fifth Grade Lower Tier Thunder Element Immortal Cultivator.

Meng Yifan's expression was grave; he felt a strong sense of crisis from this bolt of lightning, which possessed terrifying power sufficient to obliterate him.

"Break for me!" Meng Yifan roared, and Yin and Yang Spiritual Power surged out crazily; a huge black and white grinding disc appeared out of thin air and fiercely collided with this second bolt of lightning.

The black and white grinding disc is a prototype of a Supernatural Ability; the black grinding disc is at the bottom, condensed from the Yin Domain, and the white grinding disc is at the top, condensed from the Yang Domain.

The most important point of the Taiji Fist theory is that Yang does not leave Yin, and Yin does not leave Yang; only when Yin and Yang assist each other is it the Dao.

Under Meng Yifan's full-force activation, the black and white grinding disc, with Yin and Yang generating each other, began to rotate at high speed, and a powerful attractive force spread out, actually drawing that water-barrel-thick bolt of lightning into the middle of the black and white grinding disc, where it was continuously worn down by the two types of Spiritual Power.

However, lightning is inherently a violent energy, and the power of the Thunder Tribulation acts as punishment on behalf of Heaven, containing an irresistible and formidable energy.

"Crack! Crack!" The second bolt of lightning and the black and white grinding disc collided continuously, causing the black and white grinding disc to vibrate incessantly.

After a few breaths, the black and white grinding disc was, after all, not a true Supernatural Ability, and in the end, it could not completely grind away the second bolt of lightning and was blasted into fragments.

"Puff!" As the black and white grinding disc was shattered, Meng Yifan suffered a backlash and could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood; he could not spare the time to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the remaining half of the lightning arrived before him with lightning speed.

At the critical moment, Meng Yifan's left hand was suffused with Yang Spiritual Power and his right hand with Yin Spiritual Power, and he struck out with both fists simultaneously, fiercely smashing toward the Thunder Tribulation.

"Boom—!" The remaining half of the Thunder Tribulation was blasted apart by Meng Yifan, but the powerful counter-shock force also caused Meng Yifan's internal organs to be shaken and injured.

The Blue Stone mountain body beneath Meng Yifan's feet was even shaken into a two-meter-deep pit, and shocking, crisscrossing cracks appeared all around.

From this, one can see how terrifying the power of this Thunder Tribulation was.

In the sky, dark clouds gathered, and more Thunder Element power converged toward the dark clouds; Meng Yifan swallowed another large handful of Pills, seizing the time to recover from the injuries in his body.

If the second Thunder Tribulation was already so difficult to resist, the power of the third Thunder Tribulation would certainly be even more formidable; with the slightest mistake, Meng Yifan would be in danger of falling.

Neither Meng Yifan nor Zhang Sanfeng discovered that in space, a Japanese satellite had been keeping an eye on Meng Yifan's tribulation.

Abe Taimei confirmed through the video transmitted by the satellite that Meng Yifan's tribulation had reached the most critical moment; he picked up his phone, dialed a number, and said, "Lock onto the target, launch a Tomahawk Missile."

"Hai!" A resonant and powerful reply came from the other end of the phone.

Soon, a BGM-109 Tomahawk Cruise Missile was launched from a submarine in the high seas, flying toward the small hill where Meng Yifan was located at 0.72 Mach, which is about 250 meters per second.

Meng Yifan was rapidly circulating his cultivation technique, recovering his strength as much as possible to deal with the third Thunder Tribulation.

But for some reason, he always felt flustered, as if some terrible crisis was approaching.

"A large number of Lightning Rods have been set up around here, which should be able to disperse a portion of the Thunder Tribulation's power; with my own strength, I have an eighty percent chance of passing this tribulation, so why am I still so flustered?"

As an Immortal Cultivator's strength increases, their Divine Soul becomes increasingly powerful, and their sixth sense also strengthens, allowing them to vaguely perceive crises about to happen to them.

For this tribulation, Meng Yifan had made full preparations, and there was even Zhang Sanfeng's Flying Sword guarding him; Meng Yifan did not know where the crisis was coming from, which made him feel agitated.

The third Thunder Tribulation had already taken shape, and Meng Yifan dared not let his mind wander anymore; he concentrated his energy, preparing to deal with this final Thunder Tribulation.

Just at this moment, a 6.17-meter-long, 0.5-meter-diameter, 2.65-meter-wingspan Tomahawk Missile broke through the air and smashed directly down toward Meng Yifan.

"Damn it! Is this fucking a missile? Which bastard is using a missile to bomb me?" Meng Yifan cursed loudly.

The power of a missile is immense; even without a Mushroom Bomb payload, the power is still very formidable, and even a Fifth-Grade Expert would be blown into fragments if hit.

Under normal circumstances, Meng Yifan would certainly use Lingbo Microsteps to dodge the Tomahawk Missile's bombardment.

However, Meng Yifan is currently undergoing the Thunder Tribulation, and the Thunder Tribulation in the sky has already locked onto his position; at this time, if he were to flee, it would count as a failed tribulation.

The next tribulation would become even more difficult, and this is a consequence Meng Yifan does not want to bear.

"Oh no!" Zhang Sanfeng also discovered the missile; he had no time to think, and with a thought, the Yin-Yang Flying Sword swooshed out from the ground within the small hill, flying toward the Tomahawk Missile descending from Heaven.