Therefore, facing the tough Mo Jiao, whether Bu Qingyun can win is indeed a question worth worrying about.
"Whoa!"
The shadow of a huge sword shot straight into the sky, fell like a startling rainbow, and cut straight into the forest.
The world seemed to change color instantly.
The giant snake roared, the lightning on its horn continued, and a bolt of electricity thicker than a bucket went straight towards it.
"boom!"
Huge explosion.
The air wave almost knocked Chen Muyu and the others who were watching over their feet.
The all-out battle in the later stages of Jindan is truly terrifying.
Rumble!
Black clouds gathered in the sky, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and the whole world instantly turned dark.
"The horn on the head of this ink dragon has the ability to summon thunder. Senior Bu may not be able to compete with it!"
Chen Muyu looked up and said worriedly.
"Do you know this monster?" Gu Zheng looked at him in surprise.
Chen Muyu nodded, "I know a little bit!"
A brief introduction to the system, this ink dragon not only has rough skin and thick flesh, but its body can also store electricity, and the horn on its head has the ability to summon thunder.
It can gather nearby thunderclouds through special energy fluctuations and use thunder to attack enemies.
The power of thunder and lightning is one of the most destructive elemental forces, and it is what practitioners fear the most.
It is said that when the Golden Core Realm monks break through to a higher realm, they will have a high probability of being struck by thunder. The powerful thunder will fall, and even the strong men in the late Golden Core Realm will have a high probability of falling.
Chen Muyu finally saw that the strength of this Mo Jiao was not much different from that of Bu Qingyun at his peak. Although Bu Qingyun was not at his peak now, it was basically unrealistic for Mo Jiao to think of taking down Bu Qingyun in a short time.
But Mo Jiao is also very skilled. While fighting Bu Qingyun, he uses his talent to gather thunder clouds. When it has finished brewing the thunder, the battle will be over.
At this time, he finally encountered a well-matched opponent in the field. Bu Qingyun was fighting vigorously, so he could not guard against others.
Others couldn't get involved and couldn't even remind them.
"I wonder if this treasure of mine can block this thunder!" Gu Zheng looked at the thunder in the sky with fear on his face.
Chen Muyu took a look and saw that what Gu Zheng was holding was the shield weapon he had used in Wan Gu Cave that day.
This baby's level is not low, and it blocked the attacks of so many voodoo cats at that time.
Chen Muyu sneered, "Come on, the power of the thunder is beyond imagination. If you really dare to bear it, where is the majesty of the thunder?"
Even the monks who are about to break through to a higher realm in the later stage of the Golden Core will have a narrow escape from the thunder tribulation. The guzheng is only in the early stage of the Golden Core realm. It is a joke to try to withstand the thunder with a single martial arts treasure.
Guzheng didn't have to say anything, what Chen Muyu said was true.
That thundercloud makes one feel frightened just by looking at it, let alone being in it.
Chen Muyu looked at the ink-like thunder clouds and had an unrealistic idea in his mind.
"You'd better stay away, be careful of thunder falling from the sky and accidentally injuring you!"
"What do you want to do?"
Gu Zheng looked at Chen Muyu in surprise because Chen Muyu used the word you.
"I'll leave for a while, don't follow me!"
Chen Muyu said nothing and immediately withdrew, stepping on the Silver Shadow Flying Board and flying straight into the air.
"What is this guy doing?" Gu Zheng looked up at the sky. It was pitch black. That guy couldn't have gotten into the thunderclouds!
It doesn't make sense, unless he wants to die in a hurry.
…
In fact, Gu Zheng really guessed it.
Chen Muyu really got into the thundercloud.
It's not that he wants to die in a hurry, he just feels that the power of thunder is also a kind of energy. If it is energy, he can definitely recover it.
With so much thunder attribute energy gathered here, it would be a pity not to recycle it. Moreover, as long as he can recycle the thunder cloud, the ink dragon's innate magic will naturally not be released.
On the one hand, it can help Bu Qingyun, and on the other hand, it can make some extra money. Why not?
The thunder-attribute energy in the clouds was churning up and down, just like the overwhelming waves. Chen Muyu could clearly feel the electric shock just by getting closer.
My whole body was numb and numb, my hair stood up involuntarily, and there was a buzzing in my ears. This electric feeling was simply not very pleasant.
He didn't dare to get too close, as the energy inside was too violent and could tear him apart.
Just outside, Chen Muyu sat cross-legged on the flying board, closed his eyes, and started energy recovery directly.
…
呲呲呲……
Countless electric lights gathered and quickly enveloped Chen Muyu, forming an electric ball. Chen Muyu sat in it. As soon as the electric current touched his body, it would disappear instantly.
If such a scene were seen by other monks, they would probably think that a strong man in the late stage of Jindan was trying to overcome the tribulation.
The recovery speed of the system is very fast, and at the same time, the wealth value is also growing rapidly.
A ray of lightning can generate about 300 kilowatt-hours of electricity, and the system's electricity recycling price is 3.5 cents per kilowatt hour.
In other words, the recycling price of lightning is only about 100 yuan per ray.
There are countless thunder and lightning gathered in the clouds, and they are densely packed. Although we cannot measure the quality, we can measure the amount.
This thing is very destructive and has the effect of physical training to a certain extent, which can be regarded as an unexpected gain.
Of course, Chen Muyu did not dare to directly use the sky thunder to temper his body like what was said in the novel. After all, that was just a novel. This is reality. To use the body to bear the sky thunder is simply an act of seeking death.
He only diverted a small amount of lightning to temper his physical body, because this thing is very destructive. After the physical meridians are destroyed, they will heal again, just like grinding calluses, and they will become even tougher.
…
After a while, the dark and dense clouds actually seemed to lighten a little, the sky was not as dark as before, and the flashes of lightning in the clouds gradually became less and less.
Below, Mo Jiao is still struggling with Bu Qingyun. It seems that Bu Qingyun is a little weak, but he is still holding on to some extent.
At this time, Mo Jiao also seemed to have discovered something was wrong. Could it be that his skills had deteriorated after being sealed for thousands of years?
In the past, summoning a thunderbolt could be done with just a few breaths, and it only took as long as brewing a cup of tea. But now, it's so good that I can finish a jar of tea and still brew it again.
Moreover, the more it brews, the smaller the thundercloud becomes. If it brews for a while longer, it may be gone.
Even if my ability deteriorates further, it shouldn't be to this point, right?
The one-horned black light above his head flashed, and Mo Jiao increased its output and continued to gather thunder.
The person in front of me is really difficult to deal with. If you don't deal with him, it will definitely be difficult to escape.
While Mo Jiao was fighting Bu Qingyun, he was brewing thunder and doing two things at once. After several battles, he also showed signs of decline.
Several pieces of the scales on his body were chopped into pieces by Bu Qingyun, and Bu Qingyun was also in a miserable state. He was hit by the black dragon's tail several times and was electrocuted several times, and his face turned black.
