Pale light, dark clouds.

Thunder is like a sword cutting and piercing, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, cutting through the hot and scorched air one after another, leaving traces weaving together, just like huge trees with branches hanging from the sky, each leaf is brilliant and silvery, and fleeting.

Roaring and blooming in the roar of the wind.

Thunder roared.

The rain falls, patter!

Xiao Nian has experienced too many times in the world. Chen Yu's heart is full of the power of thunder, so he temporarily avoids the sharp edge. He only sees that the magic power around him is like a package of flowing water. Every time a thunderbolt hits, he is lifted off as if it were heavy.

It went out and exploded in the clouds and rain beside it.

Passing through the sky clouds, first flew to the top of the sea of ​​clouds. The Yuan Shen was looming on the spiritual platform, and he used the lightning-inducing technique. The floating light was like an invisible and immaterial hand grasping the surroundings, kneading the unruly and wild thunder into a ball under his feet.

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The lightning group was huge, about three feet long, and the thunder and lightning surging inside was almost liquefied, filling the field of vision with silvery white.

However, compared with the boundless sea of ​​thunder beneath him, he looks petite, too delicate and delicate.

Chen Yu watched intently, with a calm expression. This group was incomparable to the power of heaven and earth, not to mention that thunder and lightning can penetrate spirituality. Excessive lightning gathering close to him will affect the subsequent arrangements and actions.

Furthermore, compared to the previous thunder clusters captured and gathered during the Inner Inscription Thunder Mark, the movement of this one is now several times louder.

It's enough for now.

He secretly thought that the thunder marks integrated into the flesh can absorb and transform the thunder, making it gentler and easier to control.

As expected, the continuous impact of external forces is required to build a large cycle. This domesticated electric light is undoubtedly more suitable for the transition than the manic, intermittent and unsustainable natural thunder and lightning.

Not only that, Chen Yu looked around, hundreds of thunders roared into the sky, and occasionally exploded into dazzling white waves. Looking closer, it was a scene that was enough to make one's heart burst.

After all, the Thunder Light Group is just the beginning. If everything goes well, the mana, spirit, and various powers in the body will be built into one in the near future, and it will no longer be chaotic and complex today.

However, what is needed to suppress these forces cannot be satisfied by the weak thunder and lightning drawn by one or two spells.

Only the raging sea of ​​thunder in front of me meets what I want.

"In the end, turn the entire thundercloud into a furnace and use the power to refine yourself."

He muttered and made a lot of preparations for this.

Thoughts are surging and dispersed. These things cannot be considered in detail until the cycle is initially formed. At that time, the three dharma will be unified, everything will be integrated, and the spirit will be sublimated to the extreme. The restless power must not be stable enough, so that Lei can be let go.

The shackles of scars, truly welcome the torrent of thunder from the sky, and use this calamity as a hammer to break the shackles that have lingered on the body and spirit for a long time.

Breathing out like a dragon, the wind howls.

At this moment, with a wave of his hand, more than a hundred spiritual texts flew out:

Use the cloud energy as a line to draw a spirit-gathering array to attract the light of the heaven; the rotation technique and the flesh-purification technique rely on the bone meridians to silently transport, amplifying every ray of energy and blood; the turtle breath technique retains the inner breath, like a baby vomiting, in the thunder

Cutting off the weak vitality in the tearing...the Hundred Aperture Technique, the Summoning God Technique, the Breathing Technique, etc. are all used at this time.

At this moment, his state has reached its peak!

Then the mana fell silent, and the soul shed a layer of misty golden color, and soon disappeared from the center of the brow. It left the Niwan and chose to sink into the depths of consciousness, isolating everything.

On the other side, the thunder mark operates autonomously, and a dozen chains are shot out from the lightning group and inserted into the body.

Poof! The electric light struck the flesh and blood, and the blood began to boil without the mental suppression.

His heart skipped a beat. He promptly lowered his body, which had dispersed its brilliance and blocked his magic power, and fell on his back in the rippling thunder ball of silver mercury.

boom!

The spirit-sealing technique that had been deployed in the body long ago was broken, the power of the spirit-sealing was no longer there, and the aura all over his body suddenly exploded.

According to the plan, he let it go, calmed his mind, and waited in the silence.

The primordial blood is steaming and surging, giving birth to five colors in it, entangled like water and dew. The floating clouds are stirring together with the white thunder. In this hazy and invisible place, the thunder light ball mixed with the ruddy primordial blood disintegrates, and the mist rises.

In a trance, the spirit gathering array was activated, and the fluffy spirit light came from the extreme of the sky three thousand feet away.

Combined with the chaotic and unclear mist, it gradually arched up and turned into a jade-white door.

——The portal opens, the stars are misty, and sublimation officially begins.

At the same time, Chen Yu also fell into a situation of no self and no other.

In the outside world, just as he expected, Yuan Xue squeezed every inch of blood and bone, the skin and flesh dried up, the muscles withered, and the consciousness gradually became empty. A chaotic storm swept through the brain, and the mud ball was shaken, and finally it was completely destroyed along the cracks that had not yet been filled.

broken!

Everything is turned into nutrients, and at the same time it contains the wonders of qi, blood and spirit, and is poured into the jade-colored portal.

The pure spiritual light rushes out from it, gathering bit by bit, and turns into a roaring river. It is also like the Milky Way bursting its banks, the waves intertwined with spiritual clouds reaching a height of hundreds of feet, pushing up a golden mountain and falling against the sky like a jade pillar.

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Boom!!

The sound resounded throughout the mountains and seas! The heaven and earth became silent!

The next moment, Lingxi swarmed out endlessly, smashing the Jade Gate with invincible momentum and piercing the sea of ​​thunder.

There was a buzzing sound, and a handful of brilliant rainbow light was seen shining from the top of the clouds, pushing through the dark clouds and reaching straight into the earth.

Amidst the dazzling glory, the great sun was dyed with clouds, and its golden glow was particularly dazzling.

The county annals of Fanshiji recorded this day: The sky was bright, the flames were bright, and the clouds of oil and ink were all turbulent. But when you heard the thunder, it looked like the sky was collapsing. The appearance was horrifying and unreasonable.

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Haizhou.

The southeast corner of Daliang is an area that not many people know about. Qian Xuanzhong came here from Jinzhou with his wife, mother and family.

The slightly drunk atmosphere carries a lingering fishy smell.

It seems as if the waves are rolling in front of me, like the sea.

There are three lakes in Haizhou, all of which are connected to the East China Sea. It is said that there is an evil dragon in the sea. Every time the last quarter of the moon, that is, on the 23rd and 4th, children with seven or seventy-nine birth dates with yin and yang in their horoscopes are sent to all along the coast.

Boys and girls, otherwise they will call upon the wind and rain and attack with huge waves.

The people in Hai were miserable, the officials were cowardly, and the upper echelons of the state government were colluding with the evil dragon. They plundered children from the people, and at the same time dug deep into the ground to steal money, food, cloth, etc. Until the time of Wu Zhao, a scribe holding a Confucian book came to his home alone.

Enter the sea.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Thunderclouds rolled in, heavy rain poured down, and the rivers and seas were torn apart for more than ten days. After that, the scribe never came out again, but the evil dragon also disappeared, and the coast returned to peace and tranquility.

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"Just listen to Mr. Jing talking slowly, and the paper roll in his hand cuts open the sea and sky, revealing all kinds of jewelry, jade and coral underneath, and the evil dragon is entrenched on a pearl as big as a human head, and its whole body is filled with gold and silver."

There were not many spectators in the tavern, but it was far less depressing and dignified than in other state capitals. A scattered group of seven or eight people laughed and laughed along with the storyteller's frustrated words, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Snapped!

"There are countless treasures and their prices are priceless, but in the eyes of Mr. Jing, they are like floating clouds, not even comparable to the embroidered handkerchiefs of his beloved wife at home... At that moment, he suddenly stared, and his hair and beard suddenly changed color. Everyone, please know, Jing

What are you looking at from under that evil dragon?"

Bang! A copper coin was thrown onto the stage, and some spectators joked and joked: "Mr. Lu, please don't sell me off. I've heard this story so many times, hurry up!"

Others agreed one after another.

The old man surnamed Lu was not angry, so he followed the other person's words, picked up the copper in his pocket with a smile, and said: "That evil dragon likes to eat human flesh, especially the blood of young children."

"Jingye just punched his eyes, and his eyes were turned red by a mountain of bones. The child was petite, with a skeleton as white as snow. It should have been lying in the arms of its parents, babbling and learning words, but now it was all swallowed up by the evil dragon.

belly."

The storyteller danced around while talking, changing the atmosphere with every word. He told this paragraph countless times, and he knew what tone and wording could better arouse emotions.

As a result, he became more and more sincere, raised his head and stamped his feet, and spoke to the children as if he was looking up to the sky and sighing, as if he had witnessed with his own eyes a mountain of bones.

Just like the autumn wind blowing, sadness permeates the air, and there are people who have deep empathy and can't help but hide their faces and shed tears.

"Master Jing was furious, waving the scroll, scolding the evil dragon for all his sins, his tongue bursting with spring thunder, turning into a precious light and beating the evil dragon until it whined and howled!"

The old man saw that it was almost the same, so he changed the topic and started to continue the story of fighting the dragon alone. His clever words made people's blood boil.

"good!"

"well played!"

"Well done, Master Jing!"

Qian Xuanzhong was sitting in the corner, and next to him was Qian Sheng, a member of the same clan who had followed him to Haizhou. Before he found his mother, it was Qian Sheng and his wife who were taking care of Yang Huanyu along the way.

Later, several people met and continued to work for him.

"The story is told very well, little..."

Qian Sheng said that even though he had traveled thousands of miles and had a lot of knowledge, he couldn't help but fall in. His emotions were aroused by this storyteller, and he was immersed in the scene of Shen Jing fighting the dragon.

However, as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he suddenly paused and looked at the one-armed young man across the table with a confused expression.

I still remember that when I was still in Qiyang, the mountain gate was still the same. The old gate master led everyone to build a huge business, but in the blink of an eye, it was destroyed by disasters and man-made disasters.

The young master is no longer the young master he was before, and now that they have wandered thousands of miles to Haizhou, they are far from being called Yuanyang disciples.
To be continued...