The Legend of Futian Chapter 1353: Number of poles

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　　 A silver-haired figure stands on the top of 　　 Wutu Shenshan, and the thunderclouds above his head are rolling and roaring, and the sky is constantly falling down and blasting on the body.

　　From the foot of the mountain, it is like a catastrophe.

　　 The silver-haired figure remained motionless, withstanding the attacks again and again.

　　 Not only that, at this time, the entire Wutu sacred mountain is no longer moving, and those who can stay on the sacred mountain stay in one place, quietly taking the baptism of the sky and thunder.

　　 The entire sacred mountain, there are constantly divine thunder falling from the sky.

　　 This scene is like a miracle, shocking people.

　　 "How many sky thunders have fallen?" Someone under the mountain said.

　　 "One hundred and seventy-two." Someone said, his eyes still staring in the direction where Ye Futian was when he spoke, and he suffered more than a hundred days of thunder on the top of the mountain without being shaken. Many of the people cannot bear to be shaken down the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, with Ye Futian's body as the center, an infinite and huge thunder net gradually appeared, spreading towards the sacred mountain, as if it wanted to cover the entire sacred mountain.

　　 "Looking at this trend, he really wants to challenge the record." Humane said.

　　 It’s just that there are nine hundred thunders, just imagination, it makes people feel heart trembling and scalp numb.

　　Don't say nine hundred ways. Looking at the scene on the top of the sacred mountain, it seems to be just a thunder, which is daunting.

　　"Look at how much he can refine the Wutu Minglei Dao seed." The human Dao next to him can withstand how many heaven thunders, and the refining of the heavenly thunder Dao seed plays an extremely important role.

　　The opening of the eight sacred mountains is originally the way of the sky thunder, just like a divine enlightenment.

　　For those who practice thunder, it is an opportunity to be forcibly planted the Wutu Ming thunder Dao seeds, thereby refining the perception and driving the Wutu Ming thunder, the stronger the perception, the stronger the bearing of the sky thunder When the time, the stronger the resistance.

　　 Otherwise, if you use your cultivation base to carry nine hundred thunders, you will never know how to die.

　　With the passage of time, there are fewer and fewer people on the mountain, and it is obvious that they cannot bear the ever-increasing sky thunder.

　　It seems that after a long time, there are only three people left on the sacred mountain of Wutu.

　　 Ye Futian, Lu Yu and Zhuqi.

　　 At this time, Zhu Qi also vomited blood. She raised her head and glanced at the figure in the sky, with a faint admiration in her heart, and then turned and jumped down the mountain.

　　 I didn't expect that an unknown practitioner today would challenge the record of the mountain.

　　 sighed one after another. He came to record, but he was hurt by Ye Futian. Now he can't bear it. After Zhuqi, he turned and walked down the mountain.

　　Before him, he was a great leader, and everyone thought he would be a person on the top of the mountain.

　　 is now a foil.

　　As if his existence is to set off this white-haired young man.

　　 Finally, there is only one person left on the lofty sacred mountain. He stands on the top of the sacred mountain, enjoying the attention of the world and becoming the only one.

　　 "There are eight hundred and twenty heavenly thunders." Someone murmured, his heart was shaking, and the record was not far away.

　　 The figure still stands firmly there, like an ancient god.

　　 At this time, Ye Futian on the top of the mountain was also under great pressure.

　　 Under the thunderbolt of the sky, every sky thunder will plant the Dao seal. At this time, there are countless Dao seal seeds in his body. The ancient tree of the soul world has also turned into the ancient thunder tree, shining with dazzling light. .

　　 What’s more terrifying is that these seeds resonate with all the ways of thunder on the mountain. This sacred mountain is like a mountain of thunder. Standing on the top of the mountain, he bears the thunder. When the thunder fell, The Dao Yin in the body was urged, and Daoshan's endless thunder resonated. The destructive power at that moment was hard to imagine how terrifying, the more the later, the stronger.

　　 But his life soul can swallow all the thunder power, so until this moment, he can still stand steadily, not moving at all, but even so, every time the sky thunder falls, he will still feel terrible shocks power.

　　 Ye Futian feels the endless thunder in his body. This is Wutu Minglei, the orthodox inheritance of the eight heavenly thunders of Zixiao Tiangong, as well as Yimu Zhenglei, Binghuo Yanglei, Guishui Yinlei, Gengjin Tribulation Thunder, and Evil God Thunder, Slaughter God Demon Thunder, Birth and Death Purple Thunder, and the other seven thunder roads are orthodox, I don't know how powerful they are.

　　 The Purple Heaven Palace integrates the orthodoxy of the eight great thunder tracts, and the seventy-two methods of thunder repair are so terrible.

　　 "Boom." Another sky thunder came, and in an instant, the entire sacred mountain was lit up with a brilliant thunder light, as if it was one with his body, resonating, and Ye Futian's body also shone with thunder, turning into thunder Body.

　　The sky thunder keeps coming down, and the people under the mountain are counting in their hearts.

　　"There are eight hundred and ninety-one sky thunders." Everyone's hearts trembled, standing below, they all felt suffocated.

　　 "Eight hundred and ninety-two."

　　"Eight hundred and ninety-three..."

　　 When the eight hundred and ninety-nine sky thunders descended, everyone seemed to stop breathing, and they were extremely nervous.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 A strong light bloomed, descending from the sky, and the nine hundred thunderbolt descended on the Wutu sacred mountain and fell on Ye Futian's body.

　　天雷, nine hundred roads, this is a record.

　　 the sacred mountain lights up, the light of thunder wanders the entire sacred mountain, the figure on the top of the sacred mountain still stands firmly there, nine hundred thunders in the sky are still intact.

　　 This means that he is far from reaching his limit.

　　 "The record is about to be broken." Countless people secretly said in their hearts. Not long after, another sky thunder descended, breaking the record of Wutu Shenshan.

The new record of 　　 Wutu Shenshan was born, Ye Futian, will be adopted by the Zi Minghuang as a direct disciple.

　　 Can he replace Zhang Changqing, who set previous records, and become the future orthodox heir of the Wutu line of Zixiao Tiangong?

　　 In the future, maybe he will have an inspiring competition for Zhang Changqing.

　　 After all, everyone now regards Zhang Changqing as the successor of the Purple Underworld Emperor, that is, the successor of Wutu Minglei.

Outside the 　　 sacred mountain area, there are many powerful men. They looked at the direction of the sacred mountain, and Zhang Changqing was also standing there, standing with his hands behind.

　　 "Evergreen, your record was broken." An old man next to him said.

　　 "The record book is used to break." Zhang Changqing's voice seemed very calm and there was not much turbulence.

　　 has no eternal record.

　　 The old man smiled and said: "Indeed, it's just that, in the line of Wutu, you will have competitors in the future."

　　 Zhang Changqing looked inside, and said: "It is a good thing to have such a character again in the line of Wutu. As for the competitor... I hope he has such a talent."

　　 "You are self-confident." The old man smiled and didn't say much. He knew Zhang Changqing's talents, and his talents above thunder method were superb. They are now the first person in the Zi Ming Sect and the best Zi Ming Emperor Valued descendants.

　　 It’s just that I still don’t know what the record-breaker is.

　　 Zhang Changqing didn’t say much, but said: “A lot of people have arrived. I don’t understand why it’s just a descendant of the Gu family that attracted the attention of so many big people, even though Gu Tianxing was standing The figure of Yundian, but after all, it was only Gu Tianxing. For many years, the Gu clan was the only person. Even if the Gu clan has descendants, he is only one of them. Why is it worth mobilizing people like this? People are coming from the Zixiao Temple, take him away."

　　"Since it happened, it has its own reasons. I heard that the Gu family line reached its peak in the hands of Gu Tianxing. Only the Gu family line can almost represent the entire Haotian fairy gate. Gu Tianxing will also belong to the Gu family alone. The immortal law has evolved to the extreme and has the opportunity to break the shackles of the heavens. After his rise, the Gu clan ushered in the heyday of a twelve immortals. He has almost stood on the top of the heavenly world. Those big people pay such attention to it, presumably. The reason."

　　 Zhang Changqing nodded slightly and did not ask any more.

　　 At this time, the direction of the mountain, the thunder is still rolling, rolling endlessly.

　　 Below the sacred mountain, countless people looked up at the sky and stared at Ye Futian.

　　 Ye Futian, he continues to bear the sky thunder.

　　"The eight sacred mountains are open, the gods descending from the sky are preaching the foundation, the number of sky thunder is 999, is he going to challenge the number of extremes?" Someone said, it was crazy.

　　 Eight sacred mountains, only three sacred mountains have been broken, and they have endured a complete nine hundred and ninety-nine sky thunders until they disappeared by themselves.

　　 Now, Ye Futian will challenge this feat in Wutu Mountain?

　　 Qi You looked up at the sky, faintly speechless.

　　 The most talented person in the Chilong world, now, not only broke the record of the Wutu Mountain, he seems to be challenging the limit of the Eight Great Mountain.

　　 "Nine hundred thirty-six."

　　Countless people counted silently in their hearts, and every thunder falling, all impacted their hearts.

　　 When the thunder came down nine hundred and ninety-nine that day, they all clenched their fists, with strong expectations.

　　 Nowadays, it is not the record of impacting Wutu Shenshan, but the number of impact poles.

　　 If it succeeds, Wutu Mountain is the fourth sacred mountain to break the extreme number~IndoMTL.com~ Outside, Zhang Changqing’s face is no longer as calm as before, but a little moved.

　　 This is not breaking his record anymore, but throwing away and challenging the extreme number.

　　Before, the world would still compare each other with him, but now, this is a step away.

The old man beside 　　 also showed a weird look, but he was also a little excited.

　　 They also want to see the pole number of Wutu Mountain can be broken.

　　 "Nine hundred and ninety-six." An old man murmured.

　　 It's not just them. At a place extremely far away from the mountain, in the Purple Underworld Palace, a group of figures stand on a high platform, looking into the distance.

　　 Even the Purple Underworld Emperor came here personally at this time, standing with his hands held down, and looking far away, those eyes seemed to be able to look through the void, towards the land of the sacred mountain.

　　 "Boom." A sky thunder descended, and the Purple Underworld emperor was hunting in a robe. There were many top figures, even human emperor level existences, who came from other orthodox forces, but at this time, they all looked far away.

　　 "The last one." Someone murmured.

　　 accompanied by his voice, a sky thunder descended, and a smile appeared on Zi Minghuang’s indifferent face.

　　 Today, the Wutu line represented by his Zi Mingzong has broken the number of sacred mountains.

　　 "Congratulations, Your Majesty." Many people bowed slightly to the Emperor Zi Ming, congratulating Zi Ming Emperor.

　　 Zi Minghuang, there will be one more talented disciple!