Chapter 612

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

At this moment, Qingmu Peak was crowded with people.

Everyone was watching the scene before them.

Zhu Fuxian hovered in midair, the white hair at his temples stirring in the wind, his stooped figure appearing exceptionally insubstantial.

A layer of green spiritual light shield coalesced around him, and the branches and leaves of the entire Qingmu Peak actually stretched toward his direction, emitting dense life force.

Xu Zhangqing had just arrived when he saw Eldest Senior Sister and the others.

The only one not here was Fifth Senior Sister Mu Ning.

Bei Qingtang glanced at him: "You've come too."

Xu Zhangqing said sincerely: "The Grain Master has treated me well, therefore I must come."

Bei Qingtang said in a deep voice: "All the means the Immortal Sect and Xianfeng could prepare for him have already been brought out.

As for whether he can succeed, it still depends on his own foundation."

After all, this is not an ordinary heavenly tribulation, but Golden Core breaking through to Nascent Soul.

Golden Core contacts the power of laws.

Nascent Soul materializes the power of laws.

The higher the realm, the more it goes against heaven.

The so-called thunder tribulation is actually heavenly condemnation; this pass has stumped countless cultivators.

What's more, Zhu Fuxian was already old and frail, his strength no longer at its peak period.

Living over seven hundred years already counts as "rare."

As the tribulation clouds brewed, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive.

At this time, the void to the side was torn open by a pair of rough large hands, and then a tall stone statue revealed a ferocious face; its whole body was covered in rust-mottled chains, as if it were trapped.

That wasn't all; a spark of fire flashed, finally transforming into a burning vertical pupil; although it didn't look large, it emitted terrifying heat waves, as if it would burn heaven and melt earth.

From the southern direction came a sudden "clang," a streak of golden sword light tearing through the sky; if one observed carefully, they would discover a Daoist child's illusory figure sitting cross-legged inside.

Xu Zhangqing looked all around, but in the end only recognized the stone statue.

This is the Earth Pulse Abyss Master, Shi Yuan.

The other party is Zhu Fuxian's junior martial brother; although they bicker whenever they meet, their private relationship is very good.

Many people, especially those who know Zhu Fuxian, are monitoring every move here.

"Spring Equinox spring rain, spiritual qi tide, plus the World Tree's life force... he wants to borrow these three powers to charge from Golden Core stage into Nascent Soul stage!"

"Such means are already not bad!"

"The Immortal Sect and Xianfeng are both exerting effort, much better than when I did it back then!"

Golden Core True Persons and Nascent Soul True Lords watched the scene before them, discussing animatedly.

As they spoke, the tribulation clouds finished brewing to the extreme, and the entire world abruptly fell into dead silence.

Immediately after, from that turbid vortex, a streak of grey lightning slashed down.

It was darker than ordinary lightning, emitting a gloomy, obscure aura.

Landing on the spiritual light shield Zhu Fuxian had propped up, it surprisingly did not explode, but rather like ink dripping into clear water, seeped downward bit by bit.

Such a strange scene made many people stare with dropped jaws.

Zhu Fuxian immediately let out a muffled groan; his originally relaxed brows suddenly knotted tight, and his face paled a few shades.

Wood spirit root most taboos metal, yet this grey lightning actually happened to contain golden evil qi.

"It's the Inferior Nascent Soul's phantom lightning tribulation!"

"There are nine grey phantom lightning bolts in total; they not only hack the flesh body and shake the golden core, but also attack the divine soul, creating illusions, simply impossible to guard against!"

"Old Zhu is countered by the phantom lightning's golden evil qi; this tribulation won't be easy to cross!"

The first grey lightning's residual might had not yet dissipated, and the green spiritual light shield around Zhu Fuxian's body had already sprouted fine dense cracks, looking at a glance like cracked glass.

Those golden evil qi that had seeped in were like gangrene attached to the bone, drilling into his body.

Wood spirit root taboos metal; this golden evil qi was like a knife specially carving out his foundation; the moment it touched his qi sea, it stirred his magic power into sluggishness.

Shi Yuan's voice transmitted from within the stone statue, carrying urgency: "Senior Brother, use the Withering and Flourishing Leaf!"

He knew quite a few of the other party's methods; after all, these seven hundred years weren't lived in vain.

What's more, the Withering and Flourishing Leaf is the treasure left behind by their master after death; it can borrow the ability to revive from withering to flourishing, neutralizing this golden evil qi.

Zhu Fuxian also didn't know whether he heard it, or the two had a tacit understanding; in any case, he indeed fished out a half-yellow half-green leaf.

The moment he activated his magic power, it rapidly melted in his hand, then was inhaled into his body.

The heaven and earth spiritual qi of the Spring Equinox season was originally mild; plus the spiritual qi tide's eruption, surging wood spirit qi gathered from all directions.

Massive spiritual qi wrapped in the Withering and Flourishing Leaf's vitality forced the golden evil qi out of his body.

The moment it contacted the air, it immediately "hissed" with white smoke, and in a blink it scattered.

Even the cracks on the spiritual light shield healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Instantly, Zhu Fuxian's pale face regained a trace of blood color.

Boom—!

But before he could catch his breath, a more muffled rumbling than before came from the tribulation clouds.

Immediately after, the second grey lightning slashed down.

Thicker than the first by nearly half, the Golden Evil Qi within the gray light was no longer scattered but condensed into countless fine needles, striking toward Zhu Fuxian like a rainstorm.

With a "crackling" sound, the Spiritual Light Shield that had just healed was instantly pierced full of holes.

Moreover, the Golden Evil Needles specialized in boring into the Divine Soul; Zhu Fuxian's brow immediately knotted into a frown, looking quite pained.

Bei Qingtang's voice was full of solemnity: "Soul-Piercing Needles!"

The Thunder Tribulation of the Nascent Soul Stage grew fiercer with each strike.

These Soul-Piercing Needles specialized in attacking the Divine Soul, being both sinister and vicious.

However, Zhu Fuxian did not sit and await death; instead, he raised his hand and drew in the air, and the Wood Spirit Qi erupting from the Spiritual Qi Tide became a surging green river, quickly surrounding him, washing over him again and again.

Soon, the Second Layer of Heavenly Tribulation was neutralized.

Only, cold sweat beaded all over Zhu Fuxian's forehead.

If the attacks targeted only the Flesh Body, it would actually be fine.

After all, Wood Spiritual Roots and Water Spiritual Roots both had bonuses in recovery.

But when facing attacks on the Divine Soul, only Metal, Water, and Earth Spiritual Roots had resistance.

Boom!

Another loud bang rang out, even more explosive than before.

The third tribulation came faster still, with the Golden Evil Qi condensing into an axe.

Its power was so great that it split the Wood Spirit Qi green river like cutting tofu.

The green river instantly crumbled into fine mist, floating in mid-air and dispersing after a few seconds.

Then it pressed forward irresistibly, landing precisely on the Spiritual Light Shield, immediately emitting a "click" and splitting into two on the spot.

Zhu Fuxian's Flesh Body couldn't help but tremble.

In a trance, his head, body, and flesh and blood seemed to be slashed open.

At first it was nothing, but as this thought became increasingly real, his body, which originally had no problem at all, actually cracked open, and fresh blood flowed out.

Shi Yuan said with a grim face: "True-False Axe!"

When the false is taken as true, the true becomes false.

If one undergoing tribulation does not take it to heart, they can remain unharmed.

Once one takes it to heart, the false immediately becomes true.

This is the terror of the third gray tribulation, making people unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

Xu Zhangqing's expression changed, and he thought to himself: "Senior Brother Zhu, you must hold on!"

Fortunately, Zhu Fuxian could face death with equanimity, so naturally he would not be deceived by this true-and-false attack.

He steadied himself, and his whole person quickly calmed down.

Indeed, the wounds that appeared and the blood that flowed all disappeared, as if everything that had just happened was merely a vision!