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.
On the other hand, Qian Xuanzhong didn't care. He was not the son of the so-called Yuanyang Clan Master, nor was he the young master of the Qian family. He was just a humble commoner who harbored hatred and respected his mother for the rest of his life.
"How's Ya'er doing lately?"
He asked about his wife's current situation. She had been traveling all the time. After leaving Jinzhou, he learned that she was pregnant on the way, and then she went straight to Haizhou instead of Jianye as originally planned.
Qian Xuanzhong didn't know how he felt. Perhaps the reason for escaping to this remote place was not only for his mother's recovery, but also for his wife and the child in her belly.
The blood was connected, and he was in a daze for half a day.
He did not tell Qian Sheng, nor did he discuss it in detail with his relatives. On the night when he learned the news, Qian Xuanzhong went out alone to buy drinks. He had not touched drinks since breaking his arm. He was drunk that night.
Very solid.
At this time Qian Sheng replied, "Shuya is fine and the fetus is healthy."
In fact, Shu Ya was extremely well protected by Qian Xuanzhong all the way. Even though she was still cold and cold and rarely spoke, everyone could tell, especially Shu Ya, who rarely got tired of him every day since they got married.
together.
"Getting married and starting a business... Once you have a family, Xiao Zhong won't mess around."
Qian Sheng's mind flashed back to Yang Huanyu's words.
At that time, they had just settled in Jinzhou amidst the ups and downs, and the old man urged them to get married. Now it seems that this is not unreasonable.
He shook his head. This had nothing to do with him. Qian Sheng had gone through a big change and his thoughts were no more complicated than the young master's. Now he just wanted to take good care of the family, including his mother-in-law and the old lady.
Oh, and the future young master.
Or little lady?
When a person is at peace, it is inevitable that his thoughts will wander.
After all, Haizhou is no better than anywhere else. Qian Xuanzhong and others who came from outside can clearly feel the peace here, as gentle as the sea breeze.
Beside him, Qian Xuanzhong remained silent despite being able to hear the reply.
The storyteller on the stage was still talking, adding a lot of new stuff to the familiar passages, livening up the atmosphere and arousing bursts of laughter.
He looked over and saw that it was already noon. The store was very popular and many people were seated.
His eyes were dull and his right arm was empty, just like Qian Xuanzhong's heart that was shrouded in darkness. The bustling scenery was so strange and distant, as if it was out of reach.
At this time, a charming face with a sweet smile appeared in my mind, and the gentleness and concern every day poured into my heart like a warm current.
Something was melting, and the roar of people rushed towards him.
He pursed his lips, sighed, and finally closed his eyes, listening silently to the exaggerated performance of the people on the stage.
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Wen Song has been very unlucky recently.
When I left the city, I took letters from my elders recommending me to become a disciple and further my knowledge. However, I didn't want to be sent to a place not far from the most virtuous place in the capital, and all the seven or eight people I traveled with were kidnapped and taken to the bandits' stronghold.
Then before the village could see clearly, and they didn't even know where the bandit leader had kidnapped him, a group of people attacked him, and then the village was destroyed.
The only thing worth celebrating is that he managed to survive from the eyeless sword.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Unfortunately, this new group of gangsters seems to be more bloodthirsty than the previous group - this thin scholar saw it with his own eyes,
The other party was unreasonable and went on a killing spree as soon as they arrived at the village. Not long ago, the vicious gangsters who had shown off their power to them suddenly fell to the ground, howling and begging. Their heads were immediately beheaded and hung on a wooden stake to dry.
"Everyone! I, Chen Qingzhong, are respected by people on the road. I have the nickname Guo Jiang Qing!"
The leader of the new bandits was a ferocious middle-aged man. Wen Song hid his head in the crowd like an ostrich. He neither dared to raise his head to look directly at the ferocious opponent, but was even more afraid of the bloody headless corpse that he could see when he raised his eyes.
As for what Guo Jiang Qing said, he didn't hear even half of it. He only thought it was some threatening words. There were no good words in the mouths of these gangsters. He just wanted them to work as coolies again in this mountain.
Life and death in the forest.
The saints and sages are above us, but the disciples’ heart to serve the country with fists and fists has died here halfway. It is sad and sad...
On the stone steps, Chen Qingzhong deliberately cleaned up his face and felt that he was 'affable' enough. He smacked his lips. It was rare to speak in front of so many people, and it was a novel experience.
Huh? Why does that person keep shaking his head?
After briefly recalling the behavior of the bandits here, he sighed inwardly, it seemed that he was another poor man who had been tortured by Black Wind Village and became inhuman.
Thinking about it this way, the black guy just now should have been chopped into pieces with a thousand cuts. It would be easier to chop him down flatly. Chen Qingzhong looked up and saw the corpse on the top of the wooden pile thoughtfully.
This is not bad. After ending up like this, the young man who was driven into migraine down there must have been able to calm down.
The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. Maybe the other party was feeling happy now. By talking like this, he felt more ready to eliminate evil and punish traitors. So under Wen Song's horrified gaze, the bandit leader in front of him actually let his subordinates down in one breath.
Hang all the gangsters on bamboo poles and wooden stakes!
The living and the dead were standing next to each other. Most of them had lost a layer of their skin and couldn't feel better. They moaned and cried incessantly.
hiss--
This bandit is so violent!
Shivering, he lowered his head, not daring to stand out.