Bei Changqing looked up at the black catastrophe clouds that were still rolling like stormy waves above his head, and then looked at the catastrophe clouds that changed in the distance with three colors in the air. They were not only a little stunned, but also a little confused.

The cloud of catastrophe on his head has not dissipated yet. Not only has it not dissipated, but it is still condensing. It is likely that there will be the ninth level of heavenly catastrophe.

The heavenly tribulation here has not ended yet, why is it that a cloud of tribulation appeared on the other side of him?

etc!

Something is wrong.

Bei Changqing stared at the three-colored catastrophe clouds in the distance, and after careful sensing, he became even more confused.

The three-colored catastrophe clouds give him the feeling of being looming, close and separated, both like his heavenly catastrophe and seemingly not.

Say it is right.

The catastrophe cloud is 108,000 miles away from him, and the connection between his mind and catastrophe cloud is also vague.

If not.

But Bei Changqing clearly felt that his mind changed with the changes of the three-color catastrophe clouds.

What's going on?

Is this the accident that Baimu Laoxianer said?

Bei Changqing was puzzled, and the group of immortals from the Wuwei Sect were also confused. Although they had practiced for hundreds of years and had already passed the tribulation and became immortals, they were knowledgeable and experienced.

However.

Looking at the unpredictable three-colored calamity clouds, they all looked at me, and I looked at you, and no one could figure out what was going on.

"Chasing Wool! This is a bifurcating Wool!"

The old fairy white-eyed man, who had been silent all the time, stared at the three-color tribulation clouds with his white eyes that had only white eyes but no eyeballs. On an old face, he looked extremely complicated and said, "It turned out to be a tribulation vortex, how could it be a tribulation vortex!"

Hearing the word "Jie Wo"

The immortals next to them were stunned and a legend came to mind.

In the legend.

If there are two people in the world who have passed the tribulation at the same time, the heavenly tribulations of these two people are likely to be intertwined and merged to form a vortex of heavenly tribulation.

However, this probability is very small, as small as a thousand years, ten thousand years or even hundreds of thousands of years.

It is reported that only when the fortune, blessing, fortune, fortune, cause and effect of the two people reach a certain degree of harmony can the vortex of heavenly tribulation be formed.

This is a legend, and it is also an ancient legend.

I never thought that such an ancient legend will appear today.

"If this is a catastrophe, who is Changqing intertwined with?"

"I don't know! The world is so big, who knows who is going through the tribulation at this moment!"

At this time.

The old fairy white-eyed man said again: "What is involved in the catastrophe is not only two people, but three people's heavenly tribulation!"

What!

The whirlpool of the three people?

this……

"In the vortex of catastrophe, the red and black catastrophe cloud belongs to the heavenly catastrophe of the North boy, and there is also a dark red and a pure white catastrophe cloud belonging to whom."

In the distant void.

The three-color catastrophe clouds interweave and merge, and it really forms a catastrophe cloud vortex.

Suddenly.

In the eastern void, a holy white light rushed towards the three-colored vortex. The white light was like a sword light, especially sharp.

Immediately afterwards, in the Western void, a light also rushed towards the three-color vortex. The difference was that this light was shining with a faint dark red.

Seeing this scene, the old fairy white-eyed seemed to realize something, and her face changed drastically, and immediately shouted: "Boy Bei! Cut the vortex quickly! Quickly!"

now.

Bei Changqing, who was in a daze, heard the shouts of the old fairy Baimu. Although he didn't understand what the Tribulation Wool was, he believed in the old fairy Baimu.

The problem is.

His cultivation has been shaken by the heavenly tribulation and the foundation of the great Dao has collapsed. How can he cut off the vortex of the vortex of the womb of the womb of the womb?

"Sword! Your flying sword!"

The old fairy with white eyes came anxiously. Bei Changqing scolded himself for being fooled by the heavenly tribulation and actually forgot his natal flying sword. Without hesitation, he thought of it. The half-foot small wooden sword that had been pressing for him in the distance turned into a sword light and rushed towards the three-color tribulation vortex.

In the void.

The three-color tribulation vortex rotated wildly. When the white sword light flew from the east touched the crazy vortex, it was like a mud bull entering the sea and was instantly submerged. Then the dark red sword light that attacked from the west was also submerged. When the small wooden sword of Beichangqing touched the three-color tribulation vortex, no splashes of water appeared and was swallowed directly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

At the same time, three heavenly tribulations condensed into three heavenly tribulations. Each heavenly tribulation contains three colors of red, black, dark red, and white, like three colorful dragons, one attacking the east, one attacking the west, and the other towards the north Changqing.

At the same time.

The black catastrophe cloud above Bei Changqing's head also descended from the ninth level of heavenly catastrophe.

There was a loud bang.

The earth was shaking, like the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the Wuwei Sect was shaken violently. With bursts of crisp sounds, the various formations covering the Wuwei Sect were actually broken open by the power of the heavenly tribulation.

I don't know how long it took.

When everyone came to their senses and looked over again, they suddenly found that the black catastrophe clouds in the void that covered the sky and the sun had begun to dissipate, and the three-color catastrophe vortex in the distant sky also appeared and gradually disappeared.

The heavenly tribulation has finally passed.

The many immortal elders of the Wuwei Sect and the stones that had been hanging in the hearts of the real disciples also fell as the disaster clouds dissipated.

etc.

Where is the little lord?

There was a mess above the Tribulation Peak, and the dust dissipated, and everyone finally saw the figure of Bei Changqing.

Here, he lowered his head, closed his eyes, had his undressed face, was ragged, and had his fists tightly clenched, motionless, like a statue.

After a little while.

Bei Changqing finally moved.

He slowly raised his head, looked at the sky, and murmured: "It's finally over... It's true that the tribulation has failed again... But... Fortunately, the mysterious seeds have taken root and sprouted, and their lives are still there, but it's still okay. This wave is not too much of a loss."

After saying that.

He looked to the side again, and at some point he had a sword inserted near him.

The sword is about three feet long and the scabbard is like a carved ice and jade.

Bei Changqing was puzzled and walked over. In a flash, he pulled out the three-foot sword from the scabbard. The sword body was as bright as jade, crystal clear and radiant, shining with holy light.

"Is this not my sword?"

This is the last sentence Bei Changqing said. After saying this, he fainted.

The immortals of the Wuwei Sect rushed over immediately. The old fairy Baimu hurried to check his injuries, which were much more serious than expected. The meridians were confused, the acupoints were blocked, and the muscles and bones were twisted. It was a mess in the body. Fortunately, Bei Changqing's body was strong and vigorous. Although the injury was severe, it did not threaten his life.

"Uncle Master, how is Changqing's injury?"

The old fairy Baimu did not answer, but just ordered: "Send Boy Bei back first, no one can disturb you."

The two elders immediately took Bei Changqing away.

then.

The white-eyed old fairy frowned and thoughtful, holding the three-foot long sword made of ice and jade.

An elder asked, "Uncle Master, what's going on with this sword? Where did it come out?"

The old fairy white-eyed looked at it carefully for a while before speaking, "Do you still remember that after the three-color tribulation vortex appeared, a white sword light and a red sword light rushed over from the east and west sides. If I guessed it was good, this sword was the one that rushed out of the eastern void. Its owner should be one of the three-color tribulation vortexes."

"But how could it fall into Changqing's sword?"

The old fairy Baimu couldn't figure it out for a while. He tried to pull the jade sword out of the scabbard, but he couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he pulled it out. Even if he used magical powers and immortal techniques, it would be useless.

“It’s really strange.”

Try again.

Still can't pull it out.

Seeing this, the other immortals tried to draw their swords, but no one could pull the jade sword out of the scabbard.

"Just just now, I clearly saw Changqing pull out the jade sword, but why can't we pull it out? It's so strange..."

No one knows the reason.

"This sword seems to be..."
To be continued...