100,000 mountains, silent.

It's not just the crowd that's silent, it's the mountains and rivers.

Everyone was looking at the charred black figure on the top of the mountains, and no one knew if the catastrophe was over until now.

Chu's ultimate throat moved slightly, looking up at the sky, there was no answer, and Qi Tian was the same, there was no answer.

Yi Zhi and Wu Anjun glanced at each other, "I feel like we have inadvertently become witnesses to something. ”

As for what the witnesses were, he couldn't say now, it could be a miracle, it could be a myth, it could be some amazing feat, or it could be nothing.

Wu Anjun was not interested in becoming a witness to something, the only thing that could make him interested was the sound of feather arrows breaking through the air on the battlefield, the sound of swords colliding, and the rumbling of war drums...... It is the golden iron horse, the horse leather shroud, the point of his sword, and the blade of a million troops.

And not what a witness!

He prefers to be a creator rather than a witness.

......

The spring breeze is blowing, and Wu Anjun is willing to gamble and lose.

As a general, there is no shame in losing, and there is no shame in not daring to admit that you are embarrassed when you lose.

Besides, for a general, as long as he doesn't lose on the battlefield, how can he be considered a loser!

The previous gamble between him and Yi Zhi can be said to not leave Yi Zhi any leeway, but now this heavenly punishment has nineteen more than he said, and it is an unseen and unheard of catastrophe that he has never seen or heard, and he has not lost at all.

Wu Anjun asked, "Prime Minister Yichen, what kind of heavenly skills do you think King Han will get in this heavenly punishment?"

With his eyesight, he could naturally see that the charred figure on the top of the mountain was still alive and not dead. And as time goes by, the vitality becomes more and more intense, and it is about to overflow the mountains and rivers.

This is a sign of the end of heavenly punishment, and the sweet date that the person who crossed the catastrophe deserves after being beaten with a stick.

Wu Anjun smiled, spring, it is indeed a season of recovery.

Yi Zhi had a guess in his heart, but he couldn't say it clearly, so he said: "When the spring thunder sounds, all things are born. ”

A thunderbolt woke up the snakes and insects, and a few bursts of Xiaoxiao dyed purple and red.

This is a rare heavenly punishment across several eras, and I believe that God will definitely not be stingy in this.

Wu Anjun nodded, knowing in his heart. Yi Zhi's statement coincided with his speculation.

The spring thunder sounds, and all things are born.

Thunder, the symbol of the heavens, represents destruction and also contains vitality.

It is a supreme being.

There are many thunder drivers, and few thunder holders.

Perhaps, what they have to witness next will make them even more breathtaking!

......

On the top of the mountains, wake up in winter.

At this time, he felt that his state was extremely good, even better than before crossing the sky.

He closed his eyes and felt that every trace of flesh and blood, every bone contained power, and there was endless vitality flowing in the meridians and rivers.

He now has a self-confidence that can pierce the sky.

But he wasn't happy.

Not happy because I have such great power, not because I am

I'm alive and happy.

Dongluo's mind moved, and the god-killing armor that was useless under the heavenly tribulation was warmed up by him in the fire in his heart.

The three-flower imprint on his eyebrows also slowly became shallow, and if he didn't examine it carefully, it would be difficult to find it at all.

Dongluo didn't rush to get up, although now his mental state had reached its best. But not everyone thinks so.

Time passed slowly, and there was no movement in the mountains except for the wind and grass.

Dongluo sighed lightly and got up slowly, it seems that after the four people who came with him in the early morning died under the thunder, no one in these 100,000 mountains dared to fight him. Or they are not sure whether this tribulation is over, so they dare not act rashly.

However, Dongluo had just stood up when a sudden change occurred, and his head was hit hard, his eyes were dark, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

Chu Jie couldn't help but roll his eyes, if you want to show the enemy weakness, you have to pretend to be a little bit! Why do you have to vomit such a mouthful of blood, and then your face is like gold paper, then it is too unprofessional to have you fall directly.

Xue Nianci and the others also thought that Dongluo's behavior was deliberately luring the hidden opponent, but this acting skill was too clumsy! Even if there are really people who want to plot against you, seeing your acting skills will only hide their heads deeper.

Xue Nianci glanced at the god of death, and the god of death understood.

It seems that after His Majesty returns to the palace, he will have to find a few gods with good acting skills from the temple to teach His Majesty acting skills, how can this be a person with a head and a face, how can he not have some acting skills when he goes out!

......

They didn't know that Dongluo didn't want to show the enemy weakness and lure the enemy to attack, but that he really couldn't say it.

At the moment when he got up, his Zhihai suddenly suffered a heavy blow, as if someone had smashed Zhen Shanyue on the back of his head.

In the sea of Dongluo's knowledge, it took a while for Dongluo's spirit to ease up, and he was a little sober, and now he finally understood the feelings of those who were hammered by him.

Uncomfortable!

What invaded and smashed his soul was a piece of text, but it was only a few hundred words, but the power of these hundred words was too heavy.

You must know that he has already passed the innate thunder tribulation and entered the realm of cultivating gods, and the strength of his divine soul has long been different from what it used to be.

But he was still shocked by the more than 100 words that appeared in his sea of knowledge, and he almost fainted.

Hundreds of words, all formed by thunder, each word seems to be the mystery of thunder, pointing to the origin of thunder.

Dongluo stared at it, and he was shocked beyond comprehension with the first three words, "Lightning Strike Technique." ”

Lightning strikes?

The first thing that came to Dongluo's mind was the heavenly art given by the heavens after surviving the heavenly tribulation.

Dongluo's mind turned sharply, his eyes moved slightly, and he hurriedly browsed it quickly and wrote down the hundreds of words.

Compared to ordinary martial arts and Taoism, it is really one in the sky and the other in the ground.

What he lacks most now is martial arts and Taoism, and the only thing he can do now is the Great Perimeter Army Forging Body Fist and Sword Technique and Archery Technique.

Although he has a Dao law, the water of the great river is in the sky

Come, there is also a martial art such as the Divine Palm, but these two martial arts Dao methods consume too much true qi and internal qi.

Even if his dantian sea was different from ordinary people, if he wanted to fully perform these two martial arts and Dao methods, the load on him was still very large, and after the cast, his true qi and internal qi were almost exhausted.

When facing the enemy, if he can't kill him with one move, then the only thing that awaits him is to be slaughtered.

Therefore, as a last resort, he will not use these two martial arts techniques at will, but will hide them as hole cards.

Dongluo watched the lightning strike technique again, then closed his eyes and silently remembered it.

There are three martial arts in this lightning strike technique, thunder, thunder, and thunder.

Thunder is a stroke, after practice, like thunder, fast as lightning. Moreover, the consumption of internal qi is extremely low, almost none, and if it is at the top of the quality of the exercises that are running while running, there may be a surplus.

If you practice to Dacheng, it is so fast that you can't even catch up with lightning, what is this concept, that is to say, after practicing to Dacheng, if you cross the catastrophe again, if you can't carry it, then run, maybe even the thunder can't catch up.

Dongluo couldn't help but swallow his saliva, my obedient. If this is practiced, what are you afraid of!

Dongluo is overjoyed, speed, at a critical moment, can decide a lot of things, such as when running for his life, who can catch up?

Dongluo raised his eyebrows, and his mouth was about to close, "It's really the best way to escape at home and become an immortal!"

The surprise that Xing Lei brought him was big enough, but he didn't expect the next surprise to him, which was bigger than the other.

The method of controlling thunder is to control thunder and lightning, whether it is spring thunder or winter thunder, yang thunder or yin thunder, after practice, all the heavens and thousands of thunders can be controlled.

And the method of holding thunder, the lightning strike technique can only be described in four words, that is, the punishment of heaven.

Lightning strike, one technique and three methods, thunder, thunder, thunder.

What really shocked Dongluo was only four words, that is, punishment on behalf of the sky.

Thunder is the right of the heavens, to temper the cultivators and punish the wicked.

Isn't this the same as God giving you the right to reward the good and punish the evil on behalf of the heavens?

However, the requirements for cultivating the Lightning Strike Technique were extremely demanding, whether it was the cultivator's natural talent or the required heavenly and earthly treasures, it was an astronomical amount.

Dongluo sighed lightly, "This lightning strike technique is good, but the conditions required are too harsh. ”

Dongluo looked at the lightning strike technique again and wrote it down word for word, it doesn't matter if you can meet the required cultivation conditions now, you have to think about the future.

Dongluo tilted his head and thought about it, and smiled, "You can try to practice this thunder method, don't think about the big achievements, you can still think about getting started!"

Dongluo thought that when he fought with people in the future, he would beat people to death if he could fight, and if he couldn't beat them, he would run, and his face couldn't help but smile.

The most important thing is that when you get something good, you can run faster than others!

The winter fall is even more inevitable for the law of thunder, if it is not for the law of thunder, it needs to be guided by 10,000 years of lightning strike wood,

Dongluo wants to practice now.

After Dongluo memorized all the lightning strike techniques, the words in his sea disappeared, and the feeling of heaviness disappeared with it.

The spirit returned to its place, and Dongluo stood up from the top of the mountains, and now he is a real mountain man.

Both Xiuwei and himself were already on the mountain.

It's just that Xiu Wei has just taken the first step in mountaineering, and he himself is already standing on the top of these mountains.

If you don't enter the congenital, you will end up as a mortal.

The Innate Realm, in the eyes of others, may be an unattainable mountain, but in the eyes of those cultivators, it is actually just a small dirt bag that can be crossed with a lift of legs!

The spring breeze blew and blew his clothes in a mess.

Suddenly there was a rumbling thunder in the sky, from far to near, and then from near to far.

Dongluo's expression suddenly tensed.

Fortunately, until the thunder disappeared, no thunder hit him.

Dongluo smiled in surprise, the people on this mountain have been for a long time, and they are about to forget what day it is.

Stunned today.

Spring thunders, all things are born.

Dongluo didn't say hello to the people on the other hills, and walked directly against the wind, looking at Chang'an City to fly.

The cultivators of the Innate Realm, they all have tempers, and they can fly and never walk.

......

Above the clouds, Jiang Taigong smiled, "The rotten grass is a firefly, and it is not spoken, and it is no longer a duplicate form." There are always changes, but there are changes and changes, and there are changes and changes. ”

Since you are the "one", you are a variable, how can you not change!

As for what it became, it is unknown.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~