The black clouds in the sky slowly distorted, gradually condensed into a vortex of clouds, and the thunder roared, and the lightning was flowing.

The hunchbacked old man just stood quietly, and as his spiritual power was surging, countless sages surrounded him. This Confucian master of the previous generation rose up with righteousness, and the sound of reading was clearly heard.

Thunderclouds entrenched in the sky. After a burst of explosions, thick lightning thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder thunder

The old man just raised his hand, and golden words floating around him rushed into the sky and rushed towards the thunder that was falling down.

The golden words collided with the lightning, and the golden words were broken, but there were continuous words that continued to be supplemented. Pieces of words continued to melt with the thunder falling from the sky. Three thunders fell on the text network in succession, but they could never break through.

Master Zhuang changed his previous image as a vulgar old man, and his treasure was solemn.

A purple stream of light flew from the distant sky, cutting through the sea of ​​clouds and falling beside Mr. Zhuang.

Master Zhuang reached out and held the Haoran pen with the most treasure of Confucian divine forbidden treasure, with a look of remembrance on his face: "Old guy, it's been a long time since we saw you."

"Congratulations to Mr. for overcoming the thunder tribulation and achieving heavenly beings."

As the Confucian treasure was held into Zhuang Master Zhuang's hand, a central and thick voice came from the sky of the sky. It was the contemporary Confucian master Meng Haoran who noticed the breath of Zhuang Zhou's tribulation and sent Haoran's pen to him thousands of miles away, using the divine treasure to help him overcome the heavenly tribulation.

Master Zhuang smiled slightly and threw the Haoran pen in his hand into the sky.

Hundreds of bans were all stimulated, and the sacred and solemn golden light spread out. The forces of the bans were crisscrossed and woven into a light curtain to resist the thunder tribulation.

This Confucian scholar was already at the realm of land gods and immortals a thousand years ago. He practiced to the peak of earth immortals five hundred years ago, and reached the perfect state three hundred years ago. He has no choice but to make progress since then.

But for more than five hundred years, the old Master has never been able to take this step and become a celestial being. The Master has read thousands of books and traveled thousands of miles, and his mind is a great sight. The reason why he has never been able to take the last step is that the Master has always had a small flaw in his heart. The hole as big as a pinhole has always made him feel resentful.

There is actually only one thing that the earth immortals have become the heavenly beings, that is, they have already attained the heavenly way.

If the heart has shortcomings and the heart of Tao cannot be perfect, how can it resonate with the great way of heaven and earth?

Before, when the Master left in Xijian Town, the old blind man pointed out the way for him and asked him to go to Kunlun Island. It was the old blind man who calculated the opportunity to make up for the Master's state of mind and make his mind full of Taoism in this Kunlun Island in Qixia Prefecture.

Sure enough, when this sloppy old man who was idle in the Void Spirit Realm, who made the monks on the mountain dislike like flies and dogs, and was annoyed for hundreds of years, finally one day saw a boy on the beach of Kunlun Island.

The old man was silently watching the boy who was dipped in the sea water and writing dipped in the reef. It seemed that another scholar with a tall crown and long gown slowly coincided with the boy's back. The old man laughed silently for a moment, but tears fell like rain.

He finally met his disciple who died tragically a thousand years ago again, the scholar who had a better chance of becoming a Confucian scholar than Meng Haoran.

Zhuang Zhou quietly watched the young man who had no foundation-building cultivation and used the branches as his pen to write his articles in his heart.

Before he knew it, the Master's heart of Tao finally replenished, as round as one, without any dust or dirt.

This Master Zhuang, who was once known as a master of ancient and modern times, had three thousand stones of articles and morality, broke the barrier in an instant and stepped into the threshold of heaven and man in one step.

Now, Master Lao is going to overcome the heavenly tribulation on Kunlun Island and completely enter the realm of heaven and man.

This celestial tribulation is also called the 39th heavenly tribulation. It has a total of 27 thunders, which is twice as many as the nine thunder tribulations that have descended from the land gods. The Five Emperors have been here for more than 10,000 years, and the peak earth immortals who died and died of the 39th heavenly tribulation have no more than two hands.

Zhuo Yuming's master Qilianshan, with the Human Emperor to Baoshan River Seal and the entire Yunshang City's protection formation, was still destroyed in the three nine heavenly tribulations. A peak earth immortal had no chance to reincarnate his soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, the first wave of nine heavenly thunders fell and was resisted by Haoran's pen. The old master was unharmed and even his spiritual power was not consumed.

After all, he has accumulated a lot of strength for hundreds of years, and his spiritual power has been accumulated far beyond that of the ordinary peak earth immortal. Now that the heart of Tao is complete, he will naturally be extraordinary when a carp jumps over the dragon gate.

After a few breaths, after a short gap, a lightning light that was far thicker and more violent than before fell from the sky.

The old master suddenly shook his shoulders, and an illusory figure hundreds of feet tall pulled up from him. The huge magic image broke into the clouds and directly took over the sky thunder with his bare hands. The golden light emitted by Haoran's pen also skyrocketed, projecting out of the pen, covering the huge magic image. Under the golden light, the magic image phantom was like a golden armored god, fighting thunder in the nine heavens.

As thunder roars fell after thunder, the dazzling lightning illuminated the originally gloomy sky as bright as day.

The magic image bathed in the golden light was already broken by the raging thunder. When the last thunder tribulation struck, the huge magic image suddenly destroyed and disappeared. The Haoran pen floating in the air suddenly turned upwards, like a flying sword, rushing towards the catastrophe thunder.

With a loud bang, the lightning dissipated, and Haoran's pen, which had originally shining golden light, dimmed a little.

The second wave of heavenly tribulation was still steadily taken over by the old master.

But this time, it was not so easy. The natal law was defeated by thunder. At this time, the spiritual power in my body was pulled by the qi, and it was already overturned. Although it was not injured, it was really not easy. The most precious treasure Haoran pen of the God forbidden Treasure hit the last thunder, and it was also slightly damaged at this time. Although the grade level would not fall due to this, I also need to slowly nourish it with the Confucian noble aura to recover as before.

Soon, the black cloud vortex condensed again, and the third wave of thunder tribulation was ready to go.

This last catastrophe is the most terrifying. As the saying goes, a hundred people have a half ninety, and most earthly immortals die and disappear from this last catastrophe.

Because the last thunder tribulation was the fall of nine thunders.

The old man straightened his back and his hands were put on his back, and his eyes turned to the west.

That gaze seemed to have crossed the vast sea, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally landed in the whole world.

"We scholars have only one wish."

"I wish to establish my heart for heaven and earth, establish my destiny for the living people, carry forward my unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages."

The old man's voice was not loud, even a little low. He was not passionate, but just plain and steady. But at this moment, the old Master's words swayed and echoed between the world and for a long time.

At this moment, it seems that all the ancient sages, secular bookmakers, and every ordinary or prominent scholar in the world respond to the Master at the same time.

"A little bit of great energy, a thousand miles of wind is so happy."
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