I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Inside the room, Yan Xiu, who was lying on the bed, had his vast spiritual energy surging wildly in his body.

Outside the house, the originally clear blue sky above Fuzhen Temple suddenly became covered with dark clouds.

The disciples in the temple thought it was going to rain, and hurriedly invited the pilgrims to go inside.

Rumbling--

Suddenly there was a deafening thunder.

The originally dark cloudy sky had now turned into a thunderstorm cloud. The vast sea of ​​clouds surged, forming an extremely huge vortex, with faint lightning and thunder visible.

And the very center of the vortex is Yan Xiu's courtyard.

If you look from the direction of Daming Prefecture, you will find that this thundercloud only covers the sky above Fuzhen Temple.

It was noon at this time, and this strange phenomenon naturally attracted many residents in the city to watch and talk about it.

The strong air current made the flags flutter and the bamboo sea bend.

Yan Xiu slowly walked out of the house, feeling the vast power emanating from the thunderclouds, with a rare solemnity in his eyes.

"Thunder Tribulation..."

I didn’t expect that I would have to endure a thunder tribulation after breaking through the fifth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture.

Yan Xiu stepped slowly into the air, stood with his hands behind his back, his robe rustling in the strong wind.

He let out a light breath, and colorful spiritual energy visible to the naked eye surrounded his body, forming a protective shield.

rumble--

The next moment, a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket suddenly shot out from the thunder ball that had been brewing for a long time and struck Yan Xiu's spiritual power shield, turning into strands of lightning that crawled on the surface of the shield.

Taoist Mingxu, Zhu Miao and others were startled by the thunder. They walked out of the house and looked up at the sky, just in time to see the thunder strike Yan Xiu.

"That's... the Taoist priest?"

Zhu Miao suddenly widened his eyes and said doubtfully.

Taoist Mingxu was also shocked, with his lips trembling slightly.

Shu Jianqing's beautiful eyes flickered, and she was unaware that the herbs in her hands were crushed into pieces by her.

Before anyone could react, another bolt of lightning struck.

The continuous thunder from Fuzhen Temple resounded throughout Daming Prefecture, and could even be faintly heard in other counties dozens of miles away.

"This is a spectacular sight that I have never seen in my decades of life. Could it be that some immortal is going through a catastrophe?"

"That's the young Taoist master!"

Some sharp-eyed people recognized the familiar figure and cried out in surprise.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone climbed onto the roof and looked into the distance. Unfortunately, they were all ordinary people and could only vaguely see an ant-sized figure being baptized by lightning.

Some even ran directly to the foot of the mountain, wanting to go up to Fuzhen Temple to find out what was going on, but at this moment the Stop Sword exuded a powerful pressure, stopping everyone at the foot of the mountain.

Prefect Zheng stood on the top of his own pavilion, clutching his clothes tightly with one hand.

"Come here, call the historian over here. This strange phenomenon of heaven and earth must be recorded and presented to the court!"

Inside Fuzhen Temple.

Although the thunder rumbled, it seemed to be falling in only one place.

A brave disciple sneaked out and saw a shocking scene that he had never seen in his life.

Thunder roared in the sky, and it fell on the spiritual power shield around Yan Xiu with the force of a violent bombardment.

At this time, many people gradually came out and looked up at this scene that shocked the world.

Yan Xiu's energy was completely focused on the thunder tribulation at this moment, and he had no time to pay attention to other things.

Now that nearly half an hour had passed, the thunder tribulation showed no signs of weakening, and Yan Xiu's spiritual power had been mostly consumed.

This thunder tribulation is far more powerful than he had imagined.

He did not dare to relax. He gritted his teeth and mobilized the little spiritual power left in his body to resist the thunder.

Rumbling--

Just a few minutes later, the power of the thunderbolt weakened, and the vortex of thunder in the sky gradually dissipated.

The thunder tribulation that lasted only half an hour made Yan Xiu feel like the day was a year.

After heaving a sigh of relief, the fifth level of the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture was completed!

Yan Xiu greedily absorbed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. The almost exhausted spiritual power in his body was nourished and turned into an ocean again. At this moment, he felt like he was reborn.

The already extremely sharp five senses evolved into the spiritual awareness unique to immortal cultivators, with a range covering the entire Daming Prefecture.

Yan Xiu slowly opened his eyes and looked at the audience below him.

"Immortal...Immortal!"

Immediately, some pilgrims knelt down excitedly and kowtowed to Yan Xiu.

At this moment, the crowd was like dominoes, with people kneeling down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Everyone in the world says that the young Taoist priest at Fuzhen Temple is the reincarnation of an immortal. Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, I know that this is not the reincarnation of an immortal, he is actually an immortal!

Yan Xiu smiled slightly, making people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze, and his gentle voice reached everyone's ears.

"Get up."

Suddenly, everyone felt a gentle force slowly lifting them up.

After surviving the thunder tribulation, Yan Xiu returned to his room to consolidate his fifth-level cultivation.

The pilgrims who witnessed the incident in the temple left in a hurry after burning incense, wanting to spread the news so that the world would know.

In the following days, the story of the young Taoist priest at Fuzhen Temple overcoming the thunder tribulation spread from one person to another, causing a sensation in Daming Prefecture and the surrounding counties. It became the topic of conversation for everyone after dinner, and even the high-ranking officials and nobles far away in the capital had heard of it.

The popularity of Fuzhen Temple has reached its peak in history. Every day, there is an endless stream of travelers coming to burn incense, almost breaking down the door of the Taoist temple, all hoping to see this immortal with their own eyes.

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[In the 19th year of Jianwu, your realm has risen greatly, you have survived the thunder tribulation, and obtained the survival reward: formation, ten-direction extinction]

This formation requires ten people with like minds to complete. Once the formation is released, it can cover the nine heavens and ten earths and ruthlessly kill the enemies in the formation.

Yan Xiu smiled slightly. It might be difficult for others to find ten like-minded people, but it was easy for him.

After understanding it, Yan Xiu slowly closed his eyes and received the formation information.

After a cup of tea, the nirvana of the ten directions was engraved in my mind.

Now that the Purple Mansion Immortal Scripture has reached the fifth level, the martial arts corresponding to it should be the Tianyuan or Tiangang realm.

It’s just that what I’m practicing is the cultivation method for immortality, so ordinary martial arts can naturally not compare with it.

Yan Xiu estimated that suppressing the Tianyuan realm should be no problem, but he was still unsure about the Tiangang realm.

However, such masters are rare in the Yuan Dynasty, so naturally there is no way to prove what realm he is at.

But one thing he could be sure of was that he was no longer afraid of the Tianyuan realm master beside the emperor.

But to be on the safe side, it is better to send someone to get some information.

"Zhu Miao."

The voice rang in the ears of Zhu Miao, who was sweeping the stairs halfway up the mountain.

"Is this... the Taoist priest calling me?"

He looked around for Yan Xiu, but there was no one else here except a few pilgrims who were resting.

"Come up here."

Yan Xiu's voice rang in his ears again.

After making sure that he was the only one who could hear the voice, Zhu Miao, in shock, suddenly looked up at the top of the mountain, with a wave of shock in his heart.

"They are so far apart that they can actually transmit sound with their true Qi. Could it be that the Taoist has broken through the Tianyuan realm..."

Confused and shocked, Zhu Miao walked towards the top of the mountain.

A moment later, Zhu Miao pushed the door open and bowed respectfully.

"I've met the Taoist priest."

When he looked up at Yan Xiu, his pupils suddenly shrank.

If Yan Xiu had felt like an insurmountable mountain to him before, now Yan Xiu felt like a boundless ocean to him.

It is calm when it is peaceful, but once its true face is revealed, it is like a huge wave that destroys everything without mercy!

After listening to what Yan Xiu asked him to do, a thought that frightened him came to his mind.

Place people in the palace?

Could it be that this gentleman wants to become the emperor himself?