C235 Precious Technique Tribulation

Hong Zheng's current strength had reached a terrifying extent. A casual strike could easily shatter a small mountain. However, when faced with the lightning spear, he was somewhat serious.

Although cracks had appeared on the lightning spear, the power of lightning contained within the lightning spear had poured into his body, destroying his meridians.

Puff! He had already been injured from the first exchange of blows. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were injured.

The lightning spear was like a divine saber as it continued to hack down. Its divine might was world shocking.

"Get lost!" Hong Zheng roared angrily. A Immortal Devil Dragon Tooth Rod appeared in his hand. He swept it out and smashed down with his staff. The lightning spear was shattered into powder. However, the platform under Hong Zheng's feet exploded.

The huge platform could not withstand the force and collapsed with a loud bang!

"The first one!" Hong Zheng said calmly, staring at the void with a pair of cold eyes.

The dark clouds were still rolling crazily. Terrifying pressure descended from the dome like a tidal wave, covering the sky and covering Hong Zheng.

In the clouds, thousands of lightning bolts were surging and reforming, slowly melting into a silver spear!

White Monarch Frontal Bone Spear!

The lightning actually melted into a White Monarch Frontal Bone Spear, although it was only a phantom image. But the explosive power is hard to ignore. That silvery-white radiance was too terrifying. It illuminated the entire sky dome. All darkness no longer appeared, only silver light remaining.

Honglong!

The White Monarch Frontal Bone Spear descended from the sky like a meteor. Its speed reached its peak, and it rushed towards Hong Zheng. It dragged out a long trail of light, as if it was connected to the entire sky.

The second strike had arrived!

The power of the second strike was many times stronger than before, and it had already reached the full strength of a Spiritual Body Great Stage warrior.

The Phoenix Wing behind Hong Zheng's back shone with a brilliant divine light, and he flew into the sky. A bell burst out from between his brows, and it transformed into a huge East Emperor Bell.

On one side of the ancient bell, there were rivers and mountains, and on the other side, there were sun, moon, and stars. He took out the East Emperor Bell and struck it with his palm.

The bell waves were vast and mighty. The ripples spread out, sweeping across the void, and shattering the dark clouds in the void.

The golden ripples struck the White Monarch Frontal Bone Spear, causing it to tremble continuously. Its speed also slowed down.

"It's not broken yet!" Hong Zheng struck the East Emperor Bell once again. He paused for a breath, and then, in an instant, he struck out with eighty-one palm strikes!

Clang, clang, clang!

It was as if an ancient monk was ringing the morning bell, and the sound of the bell echoed far and wide. Half of the East Emperor Bell's surface lit up. Ripples began to spread out one after another. The golden ripples continuously interweaved, actually melting into a world of mountains and rivers!

The Mountain and River, Heaven and Earth, attacked the White Monarch Frontal Bone Spear. They collided with the White Monarch Frontal Bone Spear, shattering the silver-white spear into pieces.

However, soon after, the third attack quickly arrived. An ancient bell descended from the clouds!

This bell was scarlet red in color. There were great dao scriptures drawn on it, undulating and fluctuating. Symbols flickered about, containing great dao profound mysteries!

That was an East Emperor Bell!

"A East Emperor Bell engraved with the Great Scarlet Heart Sutra!" Zhan Xuanji muttered to herself, her expression serious.

This East Emperor Bell was really too big, almost a hundred zhang in size. It cut across the void and quickly descended, about to crush the earth. A terrifying soul pressure pressed down on Hong Zheng. At the same time, there seemed to be the sound of immortals chanting scriptures, chanting that Great Scarlet Heart Sutra!

Hong Zheng only felt a wave of dizziness. His heart was beating at an extremely fast speed, and it was actually incomparably hot. When he looked inside himself, he discovered that his heart was actually red, and was about to explode.

The Great Crimson Heart Sutra specialized in attacking the heart of a cultivator!

"Squeak! Squeak!" The Great Crimson Heart Sutra continued to chant, enveloping Hong Zheng.

"Great Crimson Heart Sutra..." Wann Zhong narrowed his eyes, "I want to melt a cultivator's heart into a scarlet red and then turn it into a stone."

"This is only the third attack..." Hall Master Ye did not have much hope for Hong Zheng. It would be fine if he didn't interfere with the Precious Arts Tribulation. Once he interfered, whoever interfered would be punished.

"The Precious Arts Tribulation is not something a disciple of a noble family can withstand." Heavenly Secret Saint Son said.

"Yes, during the cultivation of the Great Dao, yes. They had made countless preparations to deal with the Precious Arts Tribulation. Not to mention Hong Zheng's low cultivation base, even if his cultivation base wasn't low... But he didn't have the foundation to fight the Precious Arts Tribulation. Besides, the stronger a cultivator's cultivation base is, the greater the power of the Precious Arts Tribulation!"

An extreme pain came from his heart. He discovered that... I can't believe my heart is turning into a crystal! In an instant, his eyes turned golden as he stretched out his index finger. He tapped a dozen times in the sky. Every time, he pointed at a strange position in the void.

Great Chaotic Breaking Finger!

Every time he pointed, tiny black cracks would appear in the void in front of him before quickly closing up. After he pressed it 19 times in a row, the sound of the Great Scarlet Heart Sutra that made him dizzy disappeared.

"I told you to get lost!" Hong Zheng roared. His eyes were a bit red as he produced the Immortal Devil Dragon Tooth Rod.

The white grandmist light shone brightly. The Immortal Devil Dragon Tooth Rod erupted with a vast divine might. It was incomparably shocking. The staff rose from the ground and struck the sky. Domineering! The universe! ... The world was destroyed, the world was destroyed, the universe was destroyed, the universe was destroyed, the universe was destroyed. 999 dragon teeth lit up. Like sawteeth, they twisted the void.

The staff smashed into the East Emperor Bell in the sky, erupting with unimaginable thunder of the Immortal Dao, like the furious beating of a war drum. The East Emperor Bell was actually raised dozens of feet by Hong Zheng!

"Where did you come from? Go back to where you came from!" Hong Zheng flew up into the sky, as if he had transformed into a Kunpeng. He spread his wings for a few days, held the Immortal Devil Dragon Tooth Rod in his hand, and bombarded the East Emperor Bell crazily.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The East Emperor Bell kept producing rumbling sounds, and in an instant, the entire sky was boiling and exploding. A huge explosion occurred in the sky. The spiritual energy erupted and turned into a mushroom cloud. It soared into the sky and struck the sky. At this moment, Hong Zheng was incomparably ferocious. Every strike contained a peerless strength, causing people's pupils to constrict.

The East Emperor Bell was actually rising, and was sent flying back into the clouds by Hong Zheng, disappearing without a trace.

"What the f * ck?! He's so fierce!"

"What a fierce man!"

The three Weapon Tribulations disappeared, and what followed was the three Lightning Tribulations. As long as he could pass the tribulation, he would be able to advance his Precious Arts.

The lightning continued to brew, and it was about to unleash a world-shaking strike that would destroy the Golden Core underneath.

Crack! A bolt of lightning turned into a silver dragon, splitting the void and striking down, causing the sky to shake. However, it was not over yet. A second bolt followed, and a third bolt also descended.

"How could it be like this? Three streaks descended at once?"

"Eh? Something isn't right. Why is this Precious Arts Tribulation different from the past?"

"It has mutated... Look, it has mutated again."

Three bolts of lightning started to split in the air. One lightning bolt split into a hundred, and three lightning bolts that were as thick as bowls split into three hundred tiny lightning bolts that wanted to kill Hong Zheng.