There are no clouds in the sky and the sky is clear.

The blue sea is endless, as far as the eye can see, like a piece of beautiful jade, crystal clear and shiny.

The sun shines on the mirror-like sea surface, reflecting the graceful light and shadow like golden fish scales.

Suddenly, two sword lights came over the waves, like two small and continuously extending threads appearing on the jade.

The two rays of sword light flew forward, and the sword light did not stop until bursts of white mist rose up from the sea in front, and a strange aura filled the air.

The sword light faded away, and two figures appeared.

"Is the place ahead that Guanzhu Qi called the end of the world?"

Lu Qingshan, wearing a black gilt dragon-patterned sect leader's robe, looked ahead, his white hair swaying slightly, elegant and ethereal, making him look like a banished immortal in a biographical novel.

Another figure appeared in the sword light. Standing side by side with Lu Qingshan, Chu Mu Shen nodded slightly and said, "Let's go in and have a look."

Lu Qingshan did not hesitate and took a step forward.

One step would take him to the end of the world, and the next moment he would have stepped into the white mist and disappeared.

...

In the white mist, there is still a sea area.

A completely different sea.

One purple bamboo after another takes root in the sea below.

Each purple bamboo is extremely lush and thick.

They take root in the sea water and grow upward to a height of tens of thousands of feet.

Looking at the past, it was a bright purple area, as if there were countless purple gold pillars standing upright.

The most important thing is that the leaves of these purple bamboos are shining and white mist flows out.

The white mist overflows and evaporates, gathering at the edge of this endless purple bamboo forest, forming a white mist isolation zone similar to a protective shield.

This layer of white mist has a mysterious ability that can isolate everything.

With Lu Qingshan's current state of soul, his spiritual thoughts can travel thousands of miles.

But now, when it comes to touching the white mist, it seems as if it has encountered some kind of obstruction and can no longer move forward.

"Is this the end of the world?" Lu Qingshan couldn't help but say, "It's really magical."

The blue sea and purple bamboo forest stretch as far as the eye can see, actually covering the Tianhe Sea and forming a purple sea of ​​its own. The scene is majestic and magnificent, and the dense spiritual energy spreads.

"It's not easy to form such a magnificent purple bamboo forest. After the catastrophe, I'm afraid there won't be a few left." Lu Qingshan sighed subconsciously.

"Your place of overcoming the tribulation is not here, come with me." Chu Mu Shen glanced at Lu Qingshan and said calmly, then he moved and led the way.

Lu Qingshan was not embarrassed and quickly followed.

After passing through a vast purple bamboo forest, Lu Qingshan came to the depths of the bamboo forest and saw a piece of land.

"This is the place where you can escape the tribulation." Chu Mu said.

Lu Qingshan looked around.

This is a huge island. What is strange is that there are patches of purple bamboo growing around the island, which is full of vitality and aura.

But there is no grass growing on the island, the yellow land is barren, and the spiritual energy is almost exhausted.

Such a contrast is really surprising.

Chu Mu Shen saw Lu Qingshan's doubts at a glance and introduced: "A bitter bamboo once grew on this island. The purple bamboo forest you see was all conceived and differentiated from this bitter bamboo."

"The Bitter Bamboo's natural spiritual root is extraordinary. It has grown for countless thousands of years, constantly absorbing spiritual energy and the essence of the sun and the moon, gradually becoming spiritual, and finally faced the test of heavenly tribulation."

"The calamity caused by this level of spiritual bamboo is extraordinary.

Unfortunately, it failed to overcome the tribulation and was completely annihilated, turning into powder without leaving any trace.

Everything on the island was also destroyed by the catastrophe, and became what you see now, leaving only the purple bamboo forest that it gave birth to."

"If you put it this way, this place should be considered a "haunted house"," Lu Qingshan said with a smile: "It doesn't seem like a good idea for Master Qi to choose the place where I will escape the tribulation."

The more critical moments came to this, the more Lu Qingshan relaxed, and even laughed at himself in a leisurely manner.

But he was right. Ku Zhu failed to survive the tribulation on this island, and now Lu Qingshan has to choose this island to survive the tribulation. This is somewhat unlucky.

"According to him, this is called Fu Ji Tai Lai." Chu Mu Shen remained expressionless and silent.

This is really what Qi Butian would say.

Although the theory of luck, path and feng shui, in Lu Qingshan's view, it has always been something that if you believe it, you have it, and if you don't believe it, you don't have it.

If nothing happens, it won't make any difference if you believe it.

But when it comes to a critical moment, Lu Qingshan is more willing to believe in his own sword than to believe in these invisible and intangible things.

.......

"Then I'm going?" Lu Qingshan said.

"Go." Chu Mu Shen nodded.

Next, he will no longer go with Lu Qingshan, but will only watch the disaster from a distance while protecting Lu Qingshan's path.

Even the half-ancestor doesn’t want to be implicated in Lu Qingshan’s catastrophe.

Lu Qingshan took another step forward and swept into the desert island in front of him until he reached the center of the desert island.

Then, he saw an indescribably huge pit.

Lu Qingshan understood that this should be the place where Bitter Bamboo once grew, which was reduced to what he saw before by the catastrophe.

Just from this ruined scene, one can imagine that the strong spiritual power of the Bitter Bamboo Tree back then must have made it shine in the sky, but it was a pity that it all came to nothing under the catastrophe.

This is Kuzhu's ending, but it is definitely not his ending.

Lu Qingshan raised his head and looked at the sky, his handsome face was very calm.

He knew that today's Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation was not only about his life and death, it was of great significance.

He has a reason to succeed.

Lu Qingshan looked at the sky, his eyes slowly showing a hint of expectation.

There is no doubt that the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation will be his last test before becoming a swordsman.

With the Nine Tribulations completed, he is not far from the Sword Immortal.

Whether it will be successful or not will be revealed today.

Once this step is taken, the sea and the sky will be brighter.

"Then come."

Do it all at once, second time tired, third time exhausted.

Lu Qingshan didn't want to waste any more time and made a choice immediately.

"Your experience points have been consumed by 28.459 billion, and you will face a catastrophe. This catastrophe is: Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation. Please be prepared to survive the tribulation!"

"Please note that the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation is a limit-breaking tribulation, and the difficulty will also exceed the upper limit!"

"Are you sure you should be robbed?"

In his boy's hole, a row of small characters with gleaming fire washed down.

"Ying Jie."

Lu Qingshan's figure hangs high in the sky, his black gilt sect leader's robes are fluttering, his white hair is flying, his body is crystal clear and moist, and he has a proud aura.

The magic power in his Dantian was like a real dragon, rushing through his meridians one after another, surging like a tidal wave.

There were even sounds of dragons roaring and tigers roaring from Lu Qingshan's body, resounding throughout the heaven and earth.

If they hadn't seen this scene in person, others would never be able to imagine it or believe it.

Just the surge of mana can trigger the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring. How powerful can this person's mana be?

Above Lu Qingshan's head, ripples appeared in the sky.

This ripple swept across all directions with mighty force, and in an instant, it covered the sky, with a deep meaning of locking it, like an invisible cage, trapping Lu Qingshan.

The ripples contain layers of Taoist meaning. Even people like Chu Mu Shen are slightly shaken when they are brushed by the ripples.

His expression changed slightly, and he looked up at the source of the ripples on the sky - Lu Qingshan.

An indescribable pressure appeared in this world at this moment.

It was clearly a clear day and the sky was cloudless just now, but just a moment later, black gradually took over the sky.

The light in the sky has dimmed.

The atmosphere was depressing to the extreme, making people feel almost suffocated.

Quiet, absolutely quiet, even the wind has stopped.

Without the seal, the sound of rustling bamboo leaves disappearing.
To be continued...