Chapter 298 Foundation Building Stage

Song Tianming's face was as pale as paper, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. He looked at Bai Yuanhao in disbelief, his eyes full of disbelief and deep frustration.

Seeing this, Bai Yuanhao raised a cold smile at the corners of his mouth. He slowly walked towards Song Tianming, and every step seemed to step on Song Tianming's heart.

"Song Tianming, is this your limit? It's really disappointing." Bai Yuanhao's voice was cold and sarcastic, full of disdain and contempt for Song Tianming.

Zhao Chuanxiong, the master of the fourth spiritual peak, and Song Tianming's former defeated generals, they were like sharks that smelled blood, rushing forward, and began to add insult to injury and ridicule Song Tianming.

"Haha, Song Tianming, you have come to this day!"

"It's really retribution, let's see how arrogant you will be in the future!"

"In the past, you relied on your strength to be domineering, and now someone can finally deal with you!"

These words were like sharp blades, cutting Song Tianming's heart one by one.

Song Tianming knew that if he didn't fight for his life, there would be no chance of turning the situation around.

Song Tianming looked at Bai Yuanhao with an unyielding will, muttering the secret of immortality. He wanted to fight for life in despair and transform in death.

On the ladder to heaven, the sea of ​​clouds was rolling and the mountains were silent.

Song Tianming, a green shirt fluttering in the wind, his eyes flashed with unyielding and resolute light. He wanted to break through the limit and become immortal at this desperate moment!

"Bai Yuanhao, you have the power of the white tiger and the sword intent, but it is difficult to hide the greed, anger and ignorance in your heart!"

Song Tianming's voice was clear, and his words were full of wit, trying to shake the other party's mind.

Bai Yuanhao sneered, and four killing swords surrounded him, and the sword tips lightly touched, as if they could penetrate all the falsehoods in the world.

"Song Tianming, your tongue can't save you. Today I will let you see what the real White Tiger Killing is!"

After saying that, Bai Yuanhao suddenly rose up, and the four swords merged into one, turning into a dazzling white light, carrying unparalleled sword intent, and went straight to Song Tianming's heart.

Song Tianming's body was agile, like a dragon playing in the water, cleverly avoiding this fatal blow. At the same time, the immortal power in his palm surged, condensing into a defensive shield, and confronted the white tiger sword light. Suddenly, the golden light and the white light intertwined, and the world changed color.

"Hmph, a mere mortal body also wants to resist the holy power of the White Tiger?"

Bai Yuanhao's offensive did not decrease, and his sword intent became stronger. Every time he swung his sword, it was accompanied by the roar of tigers and dragons, as if it could tear the void.

At this moment of life and death, Song Tianming's blood boiled, he closed his eyes and concentrated, and his mind sank into the sea of ​​consciousness.

In Song Tianming's body, the martial arts blood, the physical body, and the divine spirit complement each other, like three lotus flowers, slowly blooming, and finally gathering on the top of the head, forming a spectacle of three flowers gathering at the top of the head.

"Bai Yuanhao, look carefully, this is my immortal path! Three flowers merge into one, build the foundation to become an immortal!"

With a long roar from Song Tianming, his aura surged, and his original green shirt fluttered without wind, and a fairy spirit that transcended the mortal world spread.

Bai Yuanhao's expression changed drastically. He had heard of the immortal path and knew that this path must be practiced by the three paths at the same time. It was difficult and terrifying. In the thousands of years of history of the Dengtian Sect, only Zhao Zilin survived.

However, the immortal path is so cruel, and the combat power improvement after the realm is also terrifying.

Although Song Tianming has entered the great perfection of the martial arts, physical, and divine paths, and even the physical path has reached the level of the flawless level of the mysterious realm,

However, Song Tianming never merged the three paths to transform the immortal path.

On the one hand, Song Tianming felt that the time was not right and he could not withstand the immortal tribulation. On the other hand, Song Tianming wanted to continue to hone his foundation and consolidate his foundation.

However, this was a critical moment for survival. Song Tianming could not afford to have a backup plan. Even if the road to the immortal path was a life-and-death struggle, he had to give it a try.

Offstage, Zhao Zilin clenched his fists, feeling very nervous. Although he had cultivated Song Tianming for a long time and devoted a lot of effort to him, it was still unknown whether Song Tianming could survive the infinite immortal tribulation of the immortal path - the foundation-building realm.

"Throughout the ages, countless talented monsters could not withstand the infinite calamity of the immortal foundation-building realm. I was lucky enough to avoid this infinite calamity with the help of the great power of heaven and earth and the cover of the ancient forbidden area."

"And you, Song Tianming, your immortal aptitude is better than mine, and the infinite calamity you are about to endure is also better than mine. Can you bear it?"

In an instant, the infinite calamity descended.

Boom!

Thunder, flames, ice blades, and countless war spirits roared, vowing to block Song Tianming's path to enlightenment.

Under the vast sky, the infinite calamity descended in an unprecedented magnificent manner, as if it was the most severe judgment of the heaven on the challenger.

The thunder was not a single roar, but interwoven into a dense electric grid, each as thick as a bucket, flashing blue-purple arcs, with destructive power, shuttled freely in the air, as if to tear this world into pieces.

Whenever a bolt of lightning struck Song Tianming, his body would stagger due to the huge force, his green shirt would instantly turn black, and electric light could be seen faintly under his skin, the pain was beyond words.

The flames were like the fire from the underworld, burning the void and forming a sea of ​​fire.

These flames were extraordinary, they seemed to have consciousness, dancing around Song Tianming, sometimes gathering into a fire dragon, sometimes dispersing into a rain of fire, trying to devour him completely.

Song Tianming's body-protecting immortal essence seemed so fragile in front of this raging flame, constantly eroded by the high temperature, he could only grit his teeth and persist, using immortal power as a shield to resist the invasion of the flames.

The addition of starlight and moonlight made this catastrophe even more mysterious and weird.

The starlight was like a sharp needle, piercing through the clouds and shooting straight down. Each beam contained the power of the laws of the stars, trying to penetrate Song Tianming's body and soul.

The moonlight turned into silver ripples, slowly spreading. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to become distorted, constantly distorting Song Tianming's body, as if to tear him apart.

Even more terrifying was the awakening of the ancient war spirits.

These ancient war spirits, wearing armor, holding spears, riding giant beasts, surged out from the cracks in the void, roaring and roaring, and charging at Song Tianming.

Every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar, as well as sparks and blood.

Song Tianming was forced to retreat again and again by these war spirits. His body was covered with scars and his clothes were stained with blood, but his eyes became more and more determined, and he had no intention of retreating.

Bai Yuanhao and Song Tianming were too close, and he was not spared. He was chopped by the terrifying infinite immortal calamity. Although he was not the main target, he was also chopped into a bloody mess by the infinite immortal calamity in a trance. He kept coughing up blood and was almost dead. His face was instantly as pale as paper.