"This is the last heavenly tribulation in my tribulation period. If you are interested, you can follow it out and have a look."

Luo He's expression returned to calm, and he seemed to have not taken this heavenly tribulation that concerns his life destiny into his eyes.

"Brother Luo? Can you pass this heavenly tribulation?" Luo Ningxue said worriedly.

The snow lotus that Ning Xuerong transformed in Zhang Heng's hand also trembled slightly, as if he was also worried about Luohe.

Luo He laughed and said confidently: "I am absolutely sure to pass this heavenly tribulation."

Absolutely sure? Zhang Heng couldn't help but look at Luohe with suspicious eyes.

In the history of cultivation in a million years, almost no one can successfully survive the tribulation period. Even a limited number of more than a dozen peerless geniuses have not taken any further steps after reaching the tribulation period.

According to some ancient books, the probability of successfully surviving a disaster is about one percent.

In other words, only one of the 100 monks in the tribulation stage can successfully pass the tribulation.

Even if the person who survives the disaster successfully eliminates the troops and escapes the misfortune of being scattered, the terrifying parts of the heavenly tribulation will still leave a shadow in your heart and become your inner demon to survive the disaster next time.

Therefore, the success rate of those who survive the disaster for the second time is even lower.

Moreover, when the troops are resolved, the heavenly tribulation will lock your Nascent Soul, and the success rate of the troops is less than one-tenth.

The heavenly tribulation is not only a road to heaven, but also a path to destruction.

At this moment, Luo He had a tone that could infect people, which is admirable.

I'm afraid that only with such a confident mind can the chance of successfully passing the tribulation.

Of course, Zhang Heng and the others would not miss this good opportunity. Passing the heavenly tribulation is definitely not something that ordinary monks can easily see. In the entire Dongyun Continent, a monk in the tribulation stage only appeared in tens of thousands of years.

Luo He walked steadily with a sense of confidence on his face, and came to the courtyard without any haste.

Zhang Heng and his friends stood next to the house, silently staring at the Luo River standing in the middle of the courtyard with their hands behind their backs.

The pressure from the world became more and more obvious, and the spiritual energy in the entire Blood Killing Cave was fluctuating in horror. Under such circumstances, it was extremely difficult for low-level monks to cast spells.

The space where the Blood Kill Cave was located suddenly broke a black hole. At this moment, the laws of the movement of the world all showed great flaws.

A majestic momentum emanated from the black hole, locking directly towards the Luo River.

Under such circumstances, the Luo River seemed to have become a small boat in a storm, and it was always possible to be destroyed.

Facing the infinite power between heaven and earth, whether it is a mortal or an immortal cultivator, it is just a tiny speck of dust.

Although the pressure between the world was directly targeting Luo River, the few people next to them also felt difficulty breathing, and even their souls couldn't help but tremble.

Zhang Heng could not have any thought of competing with him in his heart. The remaining power emitted by the pressure of heaven and earth made him feel very uncomfortable, as if a huge rock was pressed on his heart.

It is hard to imagine what kind of pressure the Luo River, which is in the center of a storm, will bear.

Luo He closed his eyes and let the pressure between heaven and earth rage, as if all this had nothing to do with him.

The black hole that broke open in the sky suddenly changed, turning into a gray cloud, slowly descending towards the Luo River.

"Sweet" gray clouds carry huge power of heavenly tribulation, and billions of purple lightnings keep surrounding them.

Every purple thunder and lightning on this cloud contains terrifying power. Even if the weakest one falls, it will definitely kill a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage in seconds.

Zhang Heng's face turned pale. He didn't expect that the cultivator in the tribulation stage would have to face such a terrifying heavenly tribulation. I don't know how Luohe survived the first three heavenly tribulations.

No wonder in the millions of years of cultivation, almost no one has successfully ascended.

With the arrival of the disaster cloud, huge shadows fell on this area and also weighed on everyone's hearts.

The Qiyun is just above the Luo River and has locked him tightly. In this case, the victims of the Qixie cannot use any movement-like magic.

Luo He finally opened his eyes, his hands were still behind his back, staring at the catastrophe clouds in the sky, muttering to himself, "It's even stronger than I imagined..."

"There are a few scattered purple lightnings that fell down.

A slight thunder and lightning hit Luo He's head.

Luo He had no intention of dodging at all. He stretched out a finger and gently pointed it into the sky.

A dazzling green light condensed on a point on his finger.

"Swish--" This purple lightning was offset by Luohe.

Immediately afterwards, the scattered lightning kept smashing towards the Luo River, smashing one bottomless pit after another on the ground.

Luohe still waved his fingers easily, resisting these scattered thunder and lightning time and time again, like an unmoving rock in the wind and rain.

Like a drizzle, the thunder and lightning scattered in the sky finally disappeared, and dazzling purple light was brewing on the gray clouds.

There was no more scattered lightning, and the world seemed to have returned to peace.

But at this moment, everyone felt a more depressing atmosphere.

The real heavenly tribulation is about to begin!

"Wait" purple lightning kept gathering on the catastrophe cloud, and a purple lightning as thick as a thumb formed on the catastrophe cloud.

Luo He also showed a solemn look on his face, as if he had already felt the true power contained in this thunder and lightning.

Finally, this purple lightning came down.

Time seemed to slow down countless times, and purple lightning struck Luo River extremely slowly.

Luo He and the purple thunder seemed to have fallen into another space, and the movements of both became extremely slow, and the magic tricks in Luo He's hand were clearly displayed in front of several people.

Zhang Heng felt that he was watching slow-motion action movies, and he felt extremely strange in his heart.

The purple lightning fell slowly, and Luo He slowly made a spell, and two constantly rotating green vortexes formed between his fingers.

Just as the purple lightning was about to fall on his head, Luohe put the two green vortexes together.

boom!

After the two green vortexes merged, a huge green storm formed. After the purple lightning hit it, its speed suddenly decreased sharply, but it continued to fall.

Luohe did not stop, and his hands danced lightly in the blue storm, forming a larger spiral vortex above his head.

The speed of purple lightning has been reduced a little more and the volume has become much smaller.

In the end, the purple lightning was offset by the cyan spiral vortex.

The catastrophe clouds in the sky began to flash purple light again, and new purple thunder and lightning were constantly brewing.

Luohe keeps maintaining the spiral vortex above his head, making it grow constantly to cope with the more powerful thunder behind it.

"Boom boom!"

This time, two purple lightnings actually descended from the sky, hitting heavily in the blue spiral vortex above Luohe's head.

Luo He kept firing out a series of blue light flows from his hands to prevent his protective circle from being broken.

The second thunder was also blocked by Luohe.

Soon, the third round of thunder also arrived.

Three purple lightnings hit almost at the same time.

"Boom boom boom!"

The blue light flow above Luohe's head was quickly broken.

As the sky thunder was about to fall on Luo He.

"Buzz~" A black shield exuding an ancient aura blocked Luo He's face.

The black shield flowed with a purple-black halo, and a light curtain was formed on the outside.

The thunder fell on the black shield, stirring up ripples, and it took a long time to disappear.

Zhang Heng thought to himself, it seemed that Luo He was using a magic weapon for spiritual communication.

Then, the fourth round of heavenly thunder came extremely quickly again.

Every heavenly tribulation will produce an additional thunder, and the speed of the arrival will become faster and faster.

When the fifth round of heavenly tribulation came, Luo He sacrificed another flying sword-like magic weapon to relieve the danger in a critical moment.

When the seventh round of heavenly thunder came, another piece of armor flashing with dazzling white light appeared on Luo He's body, which was a defensive magic weapon.

When the eighth round of heavenly thunder came, eight heavenly thunders came. Several top magic weapons were smashed and shaking, and even slight cracks appeared on the black shield.

Luo He's face was pale, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his body was extremely weak.

He has been seriously injured!

"Brother Luo!" A few tears appeared on Luo Ningxue's face, and her eyes were filled with anxiety and worry.

Zhang Heng felt the snow lotus in his hand tremble slightly, and a worried mental fluctuation came.

Surprisingly, the brewing speed of the ninth round of heavenly tribulation was very slow, and I waited for more than a dozen breaths.

The catastrophe clouds in the sky kept rolling, making rumbles thunder, and the whole world was constantly turbulent, as if the end of the world was coming.

The ninth heavenly thunder was finally brewing successfully.

Zhang Heng looked up and took a breath of air conditioning.

This time, what is coming is not the nine heavenly thunders, but the ninety-nine eighty-one heavenly thunders!
To be continued...