At this time, he thought the same as the Arctic Immortal. If it was just an ordinary Heavenly Tribulation, the Arctic Immortal Sea would be enough to deal with, but what I was afraid of was the wrath of the legendary God of the Northern Wilderness. Lightning and thunder, the wrath of the heavens.

The Arctic Immortal looked at the heavens and knew that this catastrophe was about to come.

"Guys, get ready!" said the Arctic Fairy's face was solemn, and then he put his hands on his chest.

The Arctic Immortal Weng is a true Soul Scattering High-level cultivator, although he has not stepped into the Tribulation Realm, but for several years, he has also been preparing a way to deal with the Heavenly Tribulation.

I saw that as soon as the Arctic Immortal's seal came out, a cloud of white light flew directly above his head.

Is that actually an auspicious cloud?

As soon as Zaijian's auspicious cloud came out, it rose in the wind, and instantly floated in the void, directly covering the entire Silver Moon Island.

This auspicious cloud completely separates the clouds in the sky from the silver moon island on the sea.

"Boom-"

"Click-"

The first wave of cloud raiding lightning slashed through the sky, and there were hundreds of orange lightning bolts. One by one, one by one, like a dragon and a snake.

If such lightning falls anywhere on a normal day, I am afraid that it can turn it into scorched earth. However, at this time, hitting the white cloud, it was like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no sound.

The Arctic Immortal sat with his eyes open, but his divine sense completely enveloped the entire island.

Although the first wave of calamity clouds was powerful, the Arctic Immortal Weng had great confidence in the auspicious clouds that he had cultivated for thousands of years.

That auspicious cloud is one of his nine supernatural powers at the high level of soul dispersion, called the Arctic auspicious cloud. The Arctic Immortal is confident, there are a total of nine tribulation clouds, and the tribulation thunder descended from the first three tribulation clouds, and he can't think of breaking his Arctic auspicious clouds.

Sure enough, although the first wave of thunderstorms was earth-shattering, it was fruitless. In the void, the clouds continued to gather, thicker and thicker, hanging down from the sky, crushing everything.

Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and a second wave of thunder was brewing.

At this time, Amu and the little Desolate Soul Beast were standing in the White Cave Mansion. Although he didn't come out of the hole, at this time, Amu's demonic consciousness spread out with all his might, and his eyes showed demonic intent and demonic sense, and everything was as if he had seen it himself.

For the power of the first wave of thunderstorms, Amu was not too shocked. With his forbidden map technique or the treasures on his body, Amu is confident that he can be safe and sound under such a thunderstorm, but whether he can be as easy as the Arctic Immortal, Amu never dares to say that he can.

The Soul Scattering High-level Great Perfection is the top existence in the Sea Desolate Divine Prefecture, and that kind of great power is an immortal in the eyes of many monks.

While Amu was thinking, the second wave of thunder had fallen.

This time, the number of thunderstorms is almost ten times that of the first wave, thousands of lightning, Guanghua Dao, splitting down the sky, at this time, you Taishan Wuyue, I am afraid that they will be turned into ashes by this thunderstorm.

But the result was the same as the first time. Thousands of bolts of lightning, silent, were melted and dissolved by the auspicious clouds of the Arctic. The auspicious clouds of the Arctic are really like an invincible barrier, no matter how powerful you are, I will not move.

Looking at this result, Amu couldn't help but gasp.

Amu thought that even though he had sacrificed the forbidden map technique and had all the treasures to protect him, but this strength of the thunder, with his current cultivation, was absolutely shattered.

Amu thought so, but the little Desolate Soul Beast on his shoulder looked lazy, and seemed to be disdainful of the thunderstorm outside.

Amu knew that with the level of the Desolate Soul Beast, the current Tribulation Thunder might not really be able to do anything about it, but this Heavenly Tribulation had just begun.

The Arctic Immortal sat as before, waiting for the third wave of thunderstorms.

He knew that there was a certain time interval between each wave of thunderstorms, and as the level of thunderstorms increased, the time between these intervals would become shorter and shorter, which meant that there was less and less time for himself to prepare.

The seven soul clones of the Arctic Immortal Weng, no one seemed to speak, and they were all trying their best to strengthen their formations. The seven-colored light reflected the entire Silver Moon Island, and it was a blur.

But a quarter of an hour, high in the sky, there seemed to be ten thousand horses galloping, and the thunder rolled in the entire void, and at this time no thunder could be heard, but like the tide of the sea.

Thunder fell from the sky, like a shower.

At this time, even though Amu's magic sense was powerful and his demon eyes were unparalleled, he couldn't see how many heavenly thunders it was.

That is the wrath of the heavens, that is the fire of the world.

It was almost a curtain of fire composed of lightning, pouring down from above the nine heavens.

The sound of "boom" resounded like a rising tide throughout the Arctic Immortal Sea.

At this time, almost all the monks with status in the Arctic Immortal Sea were already standing in the void of the Immortal Sea, looking at Silver Moon Island from afar. Among them, there are even several soul-scattering level old men.

However, at the beginning, the Arctic Immortal Weng had an order that no one could enter Silver Moon Island for 100 miles. Then everyone knows that there must be a reason, so no one disobeys the orders of the Arctic Immortals.

It's just that at this time, the triple tribulation clouds are rolling down, and the faces of all the people in the Arctic Immortal Sea are extremely solemn. For example, the power of heaven and earth is not easy to resist even the Soul Scattering Cultivator.

The Arctic Immortal opened his eyes at this time, looked at the power of the thunder, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.

It seems that today's catastrophe is even more powerful than you imagined.

That Arctic auspicious cloud, even if it can block this wave of thunder, I am afraid that it will be wiped out.

Sure enough, the third tribulation thundered. The auspicious clouds of the North Pole were as stable as they were at first, but after a moment they began to shake slightly.

At the same time, Fang Cai was silent, but at this time, the sound of "snorting" continued, and lightning flashed as if it was tearing the auspicious cloud apart.

As soon as the seal in the Arctic Immortal's hand changed, his mouth opened, and a soul qi directly turned into white light and sprayed into the void.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

Under the crazy blow of the third tribulation thunder, the auspicious cloud in the void was finally overwhelmed and dispersed violently. The white gas was scattered in all directions, and occasionally there were one or two bolts of lightning.

However, fortunately, although the auspicious clouds of the North Pole were broken, the third tribulation thunder was also the end of the strong crossbow.

The remnants of the scattering were blocked in the void by the soul qi sprayed by the Arctic Immortal.

The soul energy was scattered, the electric light was scattered, and endless winds rolled up in the void.

However, the triple tribulation has passed, and there will be a moment of peace.

The Arctic Immortal Weng shook his head, and then said to the first soul clone outside the Ice Bamboo Forest, "It's your turn!"

After speaking, the Arctic Immortal Weng's figure disappeared, and he actually directly penetrated the sevenfold enchantment and arrived in front of the white cave.

The hands were sealed, and the Arctic Immortal Weng personally laid a Zuihou enchantment in front of this cave.

"Amu, whether you can resist this catastrophe depends on the creation of you and that little guy!"

At this time, Amu, who was lying on his shoulder with a little soul beast on his shoulder, was already standing at the entrance of the cave. Listening to what the Arctic Immortal Weng said, he nodded solemnly, he understood that the Arctic Immortal Weng would definitely go all out, but for this heavenly tribulation, the Arctic Immortal Weng did not have the slightest certainty.

It was the little desolate soul beast that yawned heavily.

At this moment, the Arctic Immortal was fighting with his life to protect them, and this guy actually yawned so comfortably and comfortably.

Amu couldn't help but glare at it sideways, and he had the urge to throw it down and step on his feet.

As if sensing Amu's anger at him, the little guy glared at Amu with a pair of big eyes, and then swallowed back the second, more comfortable and comfortable yawn.

"Woo!" the little desolate soul beast let out a low roar, then pretended to be angry, looking out of the cave, as if cheering for the Arctic Immortal.

This time the calm is shorter!

The clouds in the high heavens gradually changed at this time. The thick clouds, which had been black and oppressive, suddenly began to gradually change color. In the black clouds, with the color of blood red.

Slowly, all the black clouds turned bloody. The clouds in the void are like huge waves rolling in pools of blood.

"Blood Cloud?" the Arctic Immortal smiled bitterly. Now that the blood cloud has appeared, there is no doubt about the power of the Fourth Tribulation Thunder.

"Blood Cloud Thunder!" The soul clone of the outermost Arctic Immortal of the Sevenfold Formation Enchantment also smiled bitterly, "Die as you deserve!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw dozens of blood-red lightning bolts falling straight down in the void.

In terms of quantity, this fourth thunderstorm is far from being comparable to the previous three thunderstorms, and it is even a little shabby. However, everyone on Silver Moon Island, including Amu, who had the lowest cultivation, clearly felt that these dozens of blood-red lightning bolts were even more powerful than the thousands of thunderbolts just now.

Dozens of blood-red lightning bolts directly slammed into the first layer of enchantment laid by the soul clone of the Arctic Immortal.

"Boom-" The entire Silvermoon Island was shaken.

Originally, the soul of this Arctic Immortal was covered with a red enchantment, so the dozens of blood thunders slammed on the enchantment, and in an instant, red rays filled the sky, and meteors scattered.

The first soul body of the Arctic Immortal, that is the cultivation of the first level of Scattered Souls. The barrier he laid down was theoretically not as powerful as the Arctic auspicious cloud sacrificed by the Arctic Immortal Weng himself.

However, I saw the rapid sealing of the soul body's hands, and the complicated printing method was enough to dazzle people. The majestic power of scattering souls spreads out, like the Yangtze River, surging endlessly.

The crimson barrier, supported by its soul power, constantly repairs itself.

The blood-red thunder and lightning exploded incessantly on Silvermoon Island. Although there are only a few dozen thunderbolts in this fourth wave, their power is unmatched.

Every time a blood thunderbolt fell, it made the blood-red barrier tremble, and it seemed that it could shatter at any time.

The soul of the Arctic Immortal was silver-haired, and the seal in his hand never stopped. In the void, the red rays continued to disintegrate, and every time the blood thunder dispersed, the soul body was solemn.

Seven seven and forty-nine blood thunders, each blow is like a god's hammer.

When the three blood thunders of Zuihou fell with an unstoppable momentum, the soul body of the first level of soul scattering had already exhausted its soul power.

"Wow-" opened his mouth, and the scattered soul body could no longer support it, but what spurted out was not blood, but a breath of black gas.

Immediately, the first barrier disappeared, and the body of the scattered soul also directly turned into a streamer of light and flew towards the North Pole Immortal.

"Alas!" the Arctic Immortal sighed. He knew that this soul body of his was dead.

The Fourth Tribulation Thunder was already so powerful, he didn't know if he could stop this Heavenly Tribulation even if he took these seven soul bodies.

He knew that there were still five tribulations in the high heavens!

At this time, he seemed to feel that there was a pair of eyes looking down on everything in the north of the Northern Wilderness.