Dongluo sat at the head of the city, adjusted his state to the best, took out the lightning strike wood, and observed it again for a while.

If that old angler really has a problem, then his hands and feet should fall on this 10,000-year-old lightning strike wood, but it is unlikely that Dongluo thinks about it, you must know that this lightning strike technique is a heavenly skill, and it only manifested in his sea of consciousness for a short time, and then disappeared. It can be said that except for Dongluo, there is no second person in this world who knows that he has obtained the lightning strike technique, and he also needs to use the 10,000-year lightning strike wood.

If someone could really spy on his sea of knowledge and know that he had the lightning strike technique, just thinking about it would tell how terrible that person must be. Does such a terrible person still need to pretend to be overboard, and borrow someone else's hand to deliver this 10,000-year-old lightning strike wood to his hands? Isn't this a blind man lighting a lamp?

Dongluo abandoned all these thoughts and began to concentrate on cultivating this 10,000-year-old lightning strike wood, no matter what the old angler's intentions were, at least he wouldn't fight his current idea. Now he has nothing, and he is not afraid of thieves stealing, nor is he afraid of thieves.

Above the clouds, Jiang Taigong, who had been paying attention to this scene, smiled, "They are already emperors in the world, how can they still have the heart of a mountain and a wild cultivator." ”

The meaning of Jiang Taigong's words, although there is a sense of joke, but it is more of appreciation.

Being the emperor of the world is much more difficult than being a mountain and a wilderness.

The people of the mountains and fields cultivate their ambitions, yearning for unrestrained freedom and freedom.

But this emperor in the world is an example in the world, which is destined to have a lot of things, and he can't do whatever he wants, and he is restricted everywhere, but he just looks bright on the surface!

The things that this human emperor has to calculate are no less than those of Shan Zeye Xiu.

Shan Zeye Xiu, that is one person is full, and the whole family is not hungry.

The emperor of the world, it will be difficult.

He will calculate the livelihood of the people. The empire is safe, and he has to calculate. Even the intrigue in the court, he has to mediate with the middle......

Emperor's mental technique, how difficult it is!

Jiang Taigong said to himself: "This lightning strike wood is a remnant of the ancestor Fusang wood in the east of the East China Sea, and it fell into your hands, and I don't know if it is buried." ”

The old angler that Da Hei met on the shore of Weishui before was transformed by Jiang Taigong, and the lightning strike wood was also given by him.

Jiang Taigong smiled, since he said that the treasure of heaven and earth, the virtuous person gets such a thing, then it doesn't matter if he buries it or not! No, this is something used to repay the grace of saving his life, how can it be buried!

Jiang Taigong is like a god, sitting high in the clouds, no longer caring about the suffering of the world.

Jiang Taigong waved his hand and fell into nothingness.

This lightning strike wood is the last thing he gave to Dongluo, and his previous slash was to cut off all the cause and effect between him and Dongluo, from now on, he is a heavenly man who sits high in the clouds and lives forever, and Dongluo, whether it is a dragon or an insect, has nothing to do with him.

The breeze blew, and Dongluo felt refreshed, and began to practice the lightning strike wood in his hand.

Time passed slowly, and the internal qi in the winter meridians continued to flow into the lightning strike wood, but the lightning strike wood did not change much.

Dongluo frowned, this method of cultivation was taught by Dugu Yunyu

For him, in ordinary times, it is extremely easy to practice any spiritual weapon, even if it is the purple bamboo in Paradise Lost and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, it is not so difficult to practice.

This degree of difficulty is almost comparable to that of Heaven and Earth, Houde Town, Daoyu, and Zhenshan.

Dongluo sped up the output of internal qi, and at the same time, he began to use the lightning method contained in the lightning strike technique, and frantically practiced the lightning strike wood.

The lightning strike wood slowly melted under the continuous cultivation of the winter fall.

"Drop!"

......

The lightning wood melted faster and faster, and two drops of liquid appeared in front of Dongluo.

A drop of white, the thunder on it flickered, and as soon as it appeared, it was a sudden change in wind and clouds, and thunder and lightning fell from the sky, hitting the city, and Dongluo was stunned.

Is this Thunder Tribulation Liquid so strong?

This is still a little bit of thunder left in this lightning strike wood, after the warmth of this 10,000-year-old tree, it should be extremely mild!

But this doesn't look like a lightning strike.

This is just a drop! It triggered the vision of heaven and earth.

It's okay to eat it.

Winterfall set his eyes on another drop of liquid.

It was fiery and red, it should have been the essence of the 10,000-year-old tree, full of vitality, but Dongluo felt a violent breath from the rich vitality, as if there was a fire burning in it.

In the blink of an eye of the winter fall, the fiery red wood spirit liquid burned directly, and there was a tree phantom in the flames, and the red leaves were all over the sky.

Dongluo looked closely, and always felt that the tree was a bit like the legendary Fuso tree.

Dongluo leaned his head close to the wood spirit liquid, and sure enough, he saw a ** day from behind the phantom of the tree.

Sunrise Fuso!

The winter fall can no longer be calm, is it possible that this lightning strike wood is left by the 10,000-year-old Fusang wood?

The idea took root in his heart, and it never lingered again.

Dongluo's heart is hot, if that's the case, then make a lot of money!

The strength of the lightning strike technique is closely related to the lightning strike wood used, it is strong when it is strong, and weak when it is weak, of course, this weakness is only relative, even if it is weak, how weak can it be?

O Fuso Wood! Legendary Existence!

I'm about to drool when the winter falls.

His eyes widened, and he was in a bit of a quandary. This lightning strike wood has been successfully trained, but what should I do next?

To practice the method of thunder, you must first swallow the wood spirit liquid to protect your meridians and bloodlines from being damaged by the thunder calamity. Then swallow the thunder tribulation liquid, use it as a guide, and open the path of thunder. But these two things, now it seems, are really a headache.

This originally vigorous wood spirit liquid seemed to be extremely violent, and the flame, like a small sun, was about to roast people before it got close.

This is sure that swallowing it can protect people's meridians and bloodlines, and will not burn people to death!

There is also this thunder robbery liquid, thunder and lightning, eat it, and you can't thunder people too much inside and tender outside!

This meridian that has just been burned by the fire, and then it was lightened by thunder, this picture, just thinking about it, makes you shudder when winter falls.

Dongluo muttered in a low voice, "That old angler can't be pretended by God, right? Seeing that the thunder didn't kill me that day, he plans to use this lightning strike technique to kill me." ”

The more Dongluo thinks about it, the more likely it is, this is definitely God's trickery, but fortunately, he is smart and witty, and he can see through it at a glance.

Dongluo looked at the drop of wood spirit liquid triumphantly, and his heart was dripping, this wood spirit liquid was a veritable big fire pit.

Dongluo can now imagine God's ugly face, maybe he is now watching the fire from the other side of the sky, with a smile on his face, this is a big fire pit, are you jumping, or jumping!

Dongluo was ruthless, gritted his teeth, opened his mouth and ate the drop of wood spirit liquid.

Isn't it just a flame burner? No matter how strong you are to compare with the ultimate ice!

It has been raging in the Lao Tzu meridians for so many years, and now it is not obedient.

There is also the red lotus karma fire, which is not well-behaved and clever now.

As soon as the wood spirit liquid entered his mouth, a rich and comforting vitality exploded in his mouth, even if it was soaked in warm water.

But this comfort did not last long, and it was burned miserably by a flame, which had been soaked in warm water, and now it was the immoral thing that lit a fire underneath it, and it became hot.

Dongluo was so hot that he jumped up and down, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a flame erupted, and Da Hei, who was protecting him not far away, thought to himself if he was going to say something?

For example, those who have money have won the money field, and those who have no money ...... Don't come and see it.

Da Hei shook his head, shook off the unrealistic thoughts in his head, and concentrated on protecting the Fa.

The flame-laden vitality dispersed into his limbs, like a thin membrane, forming a thin protective shield within his meridians.

But the feeling that it gives him is not like protecting his meridians, but more like ...... In the roast... Sinews.

Dongluo didn't have time to think about it, so he dragged the thunder tribulation liquid over and swallowed it in one gulp.

If it used to be boiling water, now it's boiling water.

The hair that fell in winter stood on end, and tiny thunderbolts reappeared on the surface of his body. Even the nostrils erupted with thunder and lightning flames.

Rao is his cultivation of the Divine Realm, and it is not an ordinary Cultivation of the Divine Realm, and he is about to be unable to withstand the destruction of this thunder and fire, if he continues like this, he feels that his powerful body is about to collapse from the inside.

Dongluo hurriedly sat up, and began to pull the drop of thunder to run in his meridians according to the lightning method depicted in the lightning strike technique.

He said that after a week, this thunder method can be regarded as the first glimpse of the doorway.

But a week later, the thunder tribulation liquid was reduced by a bit.

Dongluo could only endure the severe pain, frantically running the thunder method, and practicing that drop of thunder robbery liquid.

Not so much for one week, just ten.

If ten doesn't work, just a hundred.

......

Dongluo launched a ruthless attack and began to fight against that drop of thunder.

And in this process, his meridians will not collapse under the protection of the wood spirit liquid.

An hour has passed, and neither does the winter fall

I know how many hundred weeks he has been running for hundreds of days before he wears out that drop of thunder tribulation liquid.

Dongluo lay at the head of the city, panting and sweating.

Dongluo tried to run the thunder method, grinning, hehe! And it's not a first glimpse of the doorway, but a small success.

The first glimpse of the doorway, one step at a time. Small success, one step at a time. Practice to the fullest, the walker has no borders, and the walker cannot reach anywhere.

Dongluo laughed hehehe, and it was not in vain that he walked on this experience at the ghost gate.

With this trip to the Ghost Gate, I will be able to make a few fewer trips in the future.

He was a little eager to try this thunderbolt method.

Dongluo endured the pain all over his body and stood up, chose a random direction outside the city, and with a movement of his mind, the method of thunder worked, and then, Dongluo disappeared from the head of this Chang'an City, leaving only a few slight thunders behind him.

Then, the entire Chang'an heard a loud bang, as if something heavy fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

......

On this day, the winter fall was dug out of a fast mountain rock by Dahei.

this day. Dongluo lay on the back of the big black and muttered in a low voice, what a bullshit walker has no borders, this is just a step, let a mountain stop. After saying that, he fainted completely.

(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~