Chapter 1354 The Number of Poles

On the top of Wutu Divine Mountain, a silver-haired figure stood there, thunderclouds rolled and roared above the head, and thunder kept coming down, bombarding that body.

Going from the foot of the mountain is like crossing the sky.

The silver-haired figure remained motionless, enduring the attacks one after another.

Not only that, at this time, no one has moved the entire Wutu sacred mountain, and those who can stay on the sacred mountain stay in one place, quietly accepting the baptism of the Daotian thunder.

Throughout the entire sacred mountain, divine thunder continued to descend from the sky.

This scene, like a miracle, is shocking.

"How many thunderstorms have fallen?" someone asked from the bottom of the mountain.

"One hundred and seventy-two." Someone said, and when he spoke, his eyes were still fixed on Ye Futian's direction. He suffered more than a hundred thunders on the top of the mountain and was not shaken at all. , can no longer bear being shaken down the mountain.

On the top of the mountain, with Ye Futian's body as the center, a huge and boundless thunder net gradually appeared, spreading down 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." Someone said.

It's just that there are nine hundred thunders in the sky, just imagined, it makes people feel trembling and scalp numb.

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

"See how much he can refine the Wutu Minglei Dao Seed." The humanity next to him can withstand as many thunders as refining the Heavenly Thunder Dao Seed plays an extremely important role.

The opening of the Eight Great Divine Mountains was originally the way of thunder, like a divine enlightenment.

For those who practice Thunder Art, it is a chance to have the opportunity to be forcibly planted with the Wutu Minglei Dao Seed, so as to refine their perception and drive the Wutu Minglei. The stronger the force.

Otherwise, if you rely on your cultivation to fight against the nine hundred thunders, you will not know how to die.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer people on the mountain, obviously unable to withstand the ever-increasing thunder.

It seems that after a long time, there are finally only three people left on Wutu Mountain.

Ye Futian, Lu Yu and Zhu Qi.

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

Unexpectedly, an unknown cultivator would challenge the record of Shenshan today.

He sighed one after another. He came here for the record, but was hurt by Ye Futian, and now it is unbearable. After Zhuqi, he also turned around and walked down the mountain lonely.

Before him, he was so powerful that everyone thought he would be the one standing on the top of the mountain.

Now, it is reduced to a foil.

It was as if his existence was to set off this white-haired young man.

Finally, there was only one person left on the majestic mountain. He stood on the top of the mountain, enjoying the attention of the world, and became the only one.

"Eight hundred and twenty thunderstorms." Someone murmured, his heart was shaking, and the record was not far away.

That figure still stands there steadily, like an ancient god.

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

When the thunder strikes, every thunder will plant a dao seal. At this time, there are countless dao seal seeds in his body, and the ancient tree of life and soul world has also turned into an ancient tree of thunder, shining with dazzling light.

What is even more frightening is that these seeds resonate with all the Dao of Thunder on the sacred mountain. This sacred mountain of Wutu is like a mountain of Dao of Thunder. He stands on the top of the mountain and bears the thunder. Being urged, Daoshan's endless thunder resonated, and the destructive power at that moment was unimaginably terrifying, and the later it was, the stronger it became.

However, his life soul can devour all thunder powers, so until now, he can still stand firmly, not moving at all, but even so, every time the thunder falls, he will still feel the terrible shocking power.

Ye Futian felt the endless thunder in his body. This is Wutu Minglei. The orthodox inheritance of the eight great heavenly thunders of Zixiao Tiangong also includes Yimu Zhenglei, Binghuoyang Lei, Guishui Yinlei, Gengjin Tribulation Thunder, Execution God Thunder, and Killing Thunder. God and Demon Thunder, Birth and Death Purple Thunder, and the other seven thunders are orthodox, so I don't know how powerful they are.

Zixiao Tiangong integrates the eight orthodox ways of thunder, and there are seventy-two levels of thunder repairs, how terrible it would be.

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

The sky thunder kept falling, and the people at the foot of the mountain were all counting silently in their hearts.

"Eight hundred and ninety-one thunderstorms." 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 thunders fell, everyone seemed to stop breathing and was extremely nervous.

"boom!"

A bright light bloomed and fell from the sky, and the 900th sky thunder descended on Wutu Mountain and landed on Ye Futian's body.

Tianlei, nine hundred, this is the record.

The sacred mountain was lit up, and the light of thunder traveled across the entire sacred mountain. The figure on the top of the sacred mountain was still standing there steadily, and there were nine hundred thunders, 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, and not long after, another thunder fell, breaking the record of Wutu Shenshan.

The new record of Wutu Shenshan was born, and Ye Futian will be accepted as a personal disciple by Emperor Ziming.

Can he replace Zhang Changqing, who set the previous record, and become the future orthodox heir of the Zixiao Tiangong Wutu lineage.

In the future, maybe he will have an exciting competition with Zhang Changqing.

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

Outside the area of ​​the holy mountain, there are many strong men. They looked towards the direction of the holy mountain. Zhang Changqing was also standing there with his hands behind his back.

"Changqing, your record has been broken." An old man next to him said.

"The record book is for breaking." Zhang Changqing's voice was very calm, without too much turmoil.

There is no eternal record.

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

Zhang Changqing looked inside and said, "It's a good thing to have such a person from Wutu's lineage. As for the competitor... I hope he has such a talent."

"You're confident." The old man smiled and didn't say much. He knew Zhang Changqing's talent, and his talent and attainments above Leifa were superb. They are now the number one person in Zimingzong and the most important descendants of Ziminghuang. .

However, it is still unknown who broke the record.

Zhang Changqing didn't say much, but said: "A lot of people have arrived, and I don't understand why just a descendant of the Gu family attracted the attention of so many big men, even though Gu Tianxing was standing on the top of the cloud back then. A character, but that is only Gu Tianxing after all. For many years, the Gu family has been the only person. Even if there is a descendant of the Gu family, he is only one of them among all living beings. Someone must come and take him away."

"Since it happened, it has its own reasons. I heard that Gu's lineage reached its peak in Gu Tianxing's hands. Only Gu's lineage can almost represent the entire Haotian Xianmen. Gu Tianxing also evolved the immortal law that belongs to Gu's family alone. To the extreme, there is a chance to break the shackles of the heavenly way. After his rise, the Gu family also ushered in the heyday of a family of twelve immortals, and has almost stood at the top of the heavenly world. There must be a reason for those big figures to attach so much importance to it. "

Zhang Changqing nodded slightly and didn't ask any more questions.

At this time, in the direction of Shenshan Mountain, the sky thunder is still rolling endlessly.

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

Ye Futian, he is still suffering from the sky thunder.

"The Eight Great Divine Mountains are opened, and the divine thunder descends from the sky to preach the Daoist foundation. The extreme number of heavenly thunder is nine hundred and ninety-nine. Is he going to challenge the extreme number?" Someone said, it was too crazy.

This extreme number is exactly what many people say, a thousand thunders from the sky!

Of the eight great sacred mountains, only three of them have been broken to the extreme, and have withstood a complete nine hundred and ninety-nine thunderstorms until they disappear on their own.

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

Qi You looked up at the sky, feeling a little speechless.

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

"Nine hundred and thirty-six."

Countless people counted silently in their hearts, and every thunder that fell hit their hearts.

When the thunder fell nine hundred and ninety-nine, they all clenched their fists tightly, with a strong sense of anticipation.

Today, it is no longer the record of hitting Wutu Mountain, but the number of hits.

If it is successful, Wutu Mountain will be the fourth mountain to break the extreme number.

Outside, Zhang Changqing's expression was no longer as calm as before, but a little moved.

This is no longer breaking his record, but far away, challenging the extreme number.

Before, people in the world would compare the other party with him, but now, this is a throw away.

The old man next to him also showed strange expressions, but he was also a little excited.

They also want to see that the poles of Wutu Shenshan can be broken.

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

It wasn't just them, a group of figures stood on a high platform in the Ziming Emperor's Palace, far away from the sacred mountain, looking into the distance.

Even Emperor Ziming came here in person at this time, standing with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance, those eyes seemed to be able to see through the void and look towards the land of the sacred mountain.

"Boom." A thunder fell, and Emperor Ziming was wearing robes. There were many top figures around him, even people at the level of human emperors. They came from other orthodox forces, but at this moment, they all looked into the distance.

"The last one." Someone murmured.

As his voice fell, a thunder fell, and a smile appeared on Ziminghuang's indifferent face.

Today, the Wutu lineage represented by his Zimingzong has broken the number of Shenshan Mountains.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Many people bowed slightly to Emperor Ziming, congratulating Emperor Ziming.

Emperor Ziming will have one more talented disciple!