Xiang Wuqing stepped onto the last staircase and saw an open space full of fog.
Xiang Qingqing's muscles all over his body were tense. He didn't know what else was going on in this ghost place, and what was the origin of the dragon eyes he just saw in a trance?
In this small fantasy world, anything can happen, and Xiang Wuqing doesn't believe in anything happening out of nothing.
Xiang Qingqing tried to use his soul power to disperse the fog a little, but found that the gray fog didn't move at all.
Where Xiang Wuqing didn't notice, the gray mist grew more and more like threads, and Xiang Wuqing's pace slowed down unknowingly.
Ontology.
The green-haired Du Buushi looked at the blue-purple passage in the sky with a serious expression. More than half a month had passed, and the brat still hadn't come out.
Didn’t that old guy from Moon come out on the seventh day?
There is only one ability. Xiang Wuqing has encountered a test that is more difficult than Moon, and he has also encountered a greater opportunity than Moon!
"Huh, brat. I believe you."
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Leiyu.
The gray silk thread had wrapped Xiang Qingqing into a big cocoon, and the gray silk thread seemed to be constantly tightening.
This is a kind of energy that is different from soul power and the aura of heaven and earth. Although its energy is not huge, it is full of terrifying corrosiveness.
These threads are absorbing Xiang Wuqing's vitality all the time, and they exude a kind of fear called death, which is eroding Xiang Wuqing's mental space.
The power of death?
Slowly, gray threads appeared in Xiang Wuqing's body, and its shadow was everywhere in his blood vessels and soul power.
Even the edges of Xiang's ruthless spiritual sea are penetrated by it.
Suddenly, Xiang Wuqing, who was on the verge of death, smiled disdainfully, just like the green and gray dragon in the spiritual space.
Ang... roar!
First there was a dragon roar full of vitality, and then there was a dragon roar full of deathly silence.
The gray silk thread wrapped around Xiang Wuqing's body quickly retreated like a mouse seeing a cat.
Xiang Qingwu was no longer bound by the gray silk thread, and his whole body slowly floated up, with his white hair blowing freely in the wind.
His eyes suddenly opened. The left eye was a green color full of vitality, and the right eye was a gray color full of death. A soft voice came out of his mouth,
"Get out..."
Suddenly, the gray silk thread that had disappeared was wrapped in mist and rushed toward Xiang Wuqing. However, this time it was not an attack, but slowly flying with Xiang Wuqing like worshiping the king.
Xiang Qingqing sat cross-legged and released his bloodline soul ring.
Suddenly, the death mist quickly moved toward the black soul ring on Xiang Wuqing's body as if it had found an organization.
The gray mist of death gathered on Xiang Qingqing's three soul rings, and then spun and jumped towards the fourth soul ring.
Under Xiang Wuqing's buttocks, a distinct black and white Tai Chi pattern slowly expanded.
When the Tai Chi pattern reached its peak, a ticking sound suddenly sounded, and the gray mist of death condensed into gray water droplets and dripped toward the Tai Chi pattern.
As the Tai Chi pattern rotates faster and faster, the gray color gradually erodes the Tai Chi pattern.
After the Tai Chi pattern was rendered gray, another change occurred. Drops of emerald green light spots converged on half of the Tai Chi pattern, a green color full of life.
Ang... roar!
Xiang Wuqing's fourth bloodline soul ring slowly rose.
Gray and green appear on the deep black.
The fourth soul skill, Tai Chi Creatures - the Realm of Life and Death!
At this point, gray and green are clearly distinct but inseparable in the Tai Chi pattern.
As the fog of death dissipated, Xiang Wuqing also discovered that the place he was in was strange.
The endless white plain is actually the tailbone of a giant dragon!
Xiang Wuqing looked up and saw the dragon's bones circling upward. Every time he took a step upward, he would see a fragmented picture.
This is a young man who rose from humble beginnings and became strong at a terrifying speed.
Just when Xiang Qingqing was experiencing this man's life from a first-person perspective, he had unknowingly reached the dragon's skull.
Boom, blue-purple thunder and lightning surged across the nine heavens, killing a heavenly dragon that was comparable to a god with one strike.
This is the god who controls thunder and lightning.
Xiang Wuqing suddenly remembered a seductive voice,
"Be me, the greatest thunder god in the world."
Xiang Wuqing said to himself, "It's really wonderful. It feels like you have mastered this powerful power."
The voice appeared again,
"No, you are wrong. If you inherit the mantle of the God of Thunder, you can really have such a powerful power."
"Young man, accept all this. This is your destiny, the darling of thunder and lightning."
"You are destiny."
As the voice sounded, a set of purple-gold thunder armor appeared on Xiang Wuqing's body. Powerful power filled his body. Xiang Wuqing even felt that he could trample the entire sky under his feet.
With a wave of his hand, a huge hole suddenly appeared in the sky. Is this the power of the gods?
The voice continued,
"How's it going? Do you feel the true feeling of having power?"
Xiang Wuqing nodded and said,
"Well, not bad."
The voice laughed and said,
"You are the only young man in tens of thousands of years who has stepped through the thunder to slay the death energy and come here. Although your current strength is very weak, I see endless possibilities in you."
"Young man, welcome to the Nine Exams of the God of Thunder! Accept the inheritance of the God of Thunder, and you will become one of the most powerful gods in this world like me."
Xiang Qingqing was stunned, then smiled and said,
"Like you?"
"I'm sorry, that's just me. Besides, I think the word like you is insulting to me."
A middle-aged man wearing blue and purple armor appeared in front of Xiang Wuqing. His aggressive eyes stared at Xiang Wuqing and said,
"Are you provoking me?"
Xiang Wuqing nodded seriously and said,
"Yes, I would like to see what I can do with the remaining spiritual consciousness left here."
The God of Thunder said angrily,
"Boy, how dare you?"
Xiang Wuqing smiled strangely, and a Tai Chi pattern appeared,
"Tai Chi Creatures—The Realm of Life and Death!"
The green and gray taiji door suddenly opened, and the whirlpool like a black hole sucked in everything in the thunder field, including the dragon's bones...
In this world, half is a gray ocean, full of deathly silence. The other half is a green continent, full of life.
"This is a small world that you dominate. How is it possible that you are still so weak?"
The God of Thunder frowned as he looked at the country where life and death alternated before him. Everything in front of him seemed to be unexplainable even with his knowledge.
After a while, the God of Thunder said,
"The alternation of life and death is somewhat similar to the power of the two god kings, but your current level is not enough to harm my consciousness."
Xiang Wuqing blinked innocently and said,
"Who wants to hurt you? I'm just confining you here so that your willful consciousness will no longer dissipate."
The God of Thunder paused. Indeed, this boy was right. After the passage of time, his spiritual consciousness had to maintain the opening of the thunder field space, and it was about to dissipate.
But why would he do this?
Before the God of Thunder could speak, Xiang Qingqing said to himself,
"I want you to watch how I surpass you step by step."
With that said, Xiang Qingqing walked to the dragon's skull, looked at Fang Tian's painted halberd on the dragon's skull and said,
"This halberd is nice, what's its name?"
The God of Thunder was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said,
"Hahaha, good boy, you are so crazy. I am already looking forward to fighting with you in the future."
"This halberd is called the Tianlong Breaking City Halberd."