The soul is being annihilated, like being struck by lightning... No, he is indeed bathing in thunder.
hiss--
The unspeakable severe pain is like the roar of a wave, enveloping this spiritual body and piercing deeply into the soul as if to tear it apart and shatter it.
However, compared with what happens to the soul, the sufferings of the physical body in this world are not easy either.
boom!
The thunder in the sky ceased, but Chen Yu's head seemed to have been struck by lightning. There were roars, and invisible thunder struck his head wantonly, making him dizzy and staggering.
Mana, spirit, energy and blood...all the power is like a candle in the wind, unable to survive in this torrent.
With a click, it was unknown how many green light barriers were shattered. The thunder was not an external force, but more like it came from the inside of the skull. The mind was trembling, and it was like a big bell was buried deep in the consciousness, beating continuously.
This is the spiritual root of Thunder's influence.
During the struggle, he was extremely conscious and quickly figured out the clue, but how to deal with it was another problem, because the root of his spirit was rooted in the sea of consciousness, which was transformed from consciousness.
Voluntarily giving up consciousness? What cannot be done is not just as simple as coma. Giving up consciousness means the end of being a human being, the end of being 'Chen Yu'.
Even once consciousness dissipates, everything including the body will perish.
Unless he can completely subjugate the billions of flesh, blood and nerves in his body and let his mind change. This is something Chen Yu is far from being able to do now.
Phew, it's windy and rainy.
Several spiritual texts collapsed again, and finally it was impossible to control it carefully, and the lightning-inducing technique was about to dissipate.
Wisps of light emerged outside the body, all of which were silent spirituality. They were forced out at this moment, overflowing and swaying.
But even so, Chen Yu still didn't stop. His soul body was desperately trying to get into the Prisoner's Prison. At the same time, he used the breathing method that was a collection of many magic techniques. Every inch of his body's fur seemed to be opening and closing, exhaling smoke and white curls.
The mist flowed inside and outside the body, and the energy and blood seemed to be supported, and it was able to withstand the trembling impact for a moment.
"Flesh and blood are the basis, and the skin is used as the unloading point to unload the force of this surging impact!"
Not necessarily impossible. Chen Yu didn't have time to think carefully about whether there were any joints that needed to be improved, so he couldn't hesitate to update the technique at this moment. The moment he realized that this method might be useful, the breathing method was fully activated, and the smoke and mist were evaporating, and the strong wind could not disperse it.
The outside world is resisting with difficulty, and within the cloud light that is trying to contain the thunder, a little golden man with most of his body festering is also struggling to hold on - it is about to be destroyed.
This is another time after the first exploration of the four-color sea of rays of light in the interior location two months ago. The soul is almost broken.
Crash! Silver as white as water, but not gentle at all, it only brought a lot of pain to the little golden man. It staggered downwards, gritting its teeth to endure the lightning that it could not avoid.
There was a constant crackling and crisping sound, and the outside was burnt and the inside was burnt.
A large amount of mental energy was squandered for defense. At the same time, the all-powerful robes were now torn, leaving only pieces hanging on the body like scraps of cloth.
But Chen Yu looked at it carefully - to the naked eye, the condensed thunder light was small and weak, but under the spiritual cover, it appeared to be much larger, covering all directions.
But what really concerned him was the strange structure presented by the lightning as it floated and sank.
The tide rises and falls, looming, and strips of curved, straight or staggered textures are intertwined.
At first, I thought it was the remnant of a violent energy explosion that was imprinted on the world. However, after careful examination, I found that this was not the case.
Formation pattern? It's a bit like it, but the thunder here is undoubtedly natural, and there is no inner energy involved in the process.
The spirit text was unlikely because it was too complicated. Compared with his memory, he felt that it was more like a "brand", similar in appearance to the traces on the surface of wood when it was burned into carbon.
"Like a crystal that is not fully burned..."
Just when he was about to take a few more glances, he still had to write it down even if his soul body was shattered again. Unfortunately, after being flooded with lightning several times, Chen Yu suddenly realized that there were too many imprints.
Thousands? Tens of thousands? Tens of millions!
If this was a spiritual structure, there would really be something ghostly! As soon as this thought passed through my mind, the Yuan Shen body silently opened several gaps and split his head into eight petals.
He stopped staying, and barely remembered a corner before the lightning went out and his soul was exhausted. He then burst out with the last bit of strength and threw the remaining bit of consciousness back into his body.
This way the feedback will be clearer.
puff--
The spell in the palm vaguely existed, but the lightning inside could not be kept and was completely dissipated.
Well, Chen Yu, who was covering his head and leaning against the tree stump, grabbed the grass stems, earth and rocks beside him with one hand, scratched with his fingertips, and endured the last wave of pain. After a long time, his whole body trembled and became limp.
His eyes were so distracted that he couldn't stand it. This time, nearly a hundred thunderbolts exploded in his head, almost not blowing him apart.
Fortunately, even though I wasted my energy, I managed to survive, and it was all worth it.
As soon as the roar subsided, a feeling of nausea rose from the stomach to the mouth and tongue. The heart and liver felt like being scraped with a knife, and the spleen felt like it was on fire.
His forehead turned red, bright red.
His limbs danced wildly, his body lay on the ground, bounced, and then curled up into a shrimp. Chen Yu's wrinkled face was full of helplessness, the sequelae of mental exhaustion, here it comes!
vomit--!
…
In the afternoon, the clouds cleared and the rain cleared, and the glow was brilliant.
I moved to a tree to sit on and regained my mana for a while.
Then he used the art of controlling objects to collect some water dew, did some cleaning, and then used the art of removing dust to drain away the dirt, dirt and water stains. Chen Yu returned to being calm, without sadness or joy.
My fingers were copying, but I still couldn't get the essence. The information fed back by the soul in my mind was still being sorted out, and the "imprint" made by following the gourd painting and ladle was crooked, without the regularity and refinement seen in the thunder light.
He stood up and patted his sleeves, ready to go back.
The capture of thunder this time was not satisfactory. After practical operation, it was found that many aspects of the lightning-inducing technique still need to be modified and improved, and the spiritual text in hand now seems not enough to deduce more techniques that can restrain thunder. For this reason, Chen
Yu plans to put off some new thunder-catching plans for the time being, and first think through the method of restraining thunder and lightning.
"With the art of attracting lightning, since the feasibility of restraint has been proven, it will not be a problem to continue along this path to deduce more spiritual texts."
Qingyun rose from the ground and lifted him up to fly away.
…
After returning to the Taoist temple, Chen Yu put down his work and began to recuperate. After all, the soul was related to spiritual consciousness, and the damage had some impact.
For example, I feel more lethargic and a little lack of energy.
Especially this time, the damage was even more complete than last time, and even half of the remaining pieces could not be retrieved.
However, the difference from before was that now that he had perfect physical nourishment, his mental replenishment would be much faster. He estimated that it would only take five or six days at most to rebuild his soul.
Taking advantage of this free time, you can plan a medicinal vegetable garden and harvest some of the mature plants that have become spiritual plants.