In a trance, Bai Ye opened his eyes with difficulty, and when he saw the thunder in the sky, his heart was full of despair, and he regretted why he didn't heed Qian Wushuang's warning.

However, the desire to survive tells him that he must not give up at this time, even if he knows that he cannot do it, he must try.

"Don't want to kill me so easily!" Bai Ye raised his head and roared, struggling to raise his charred arms and slam them into the sky.

From his body, the majestic demonic qi was rolling in, and the dantian was running at high speed, like a spinning top, almost instantly, gathering all the demonic qi in his body on his fists.

At that moment, Bai Ye's arm was filled with a thick white mist, which was a state that would only be presented when the demonic qi reached a certain concentration, and if you wanted to reach the atomization state, you would need at least the Immortal Venerable Realm to do it, but Bai Ye's own strength was a half-step Heavenly Emperor!

But even so, compared to that violent thunder, how could the little half-step Heavenly Emperor be able to compete with it?

Seeing the thunder falling, Qian Wushuang couldn't help but close his eyes, and it couldn't bear to see the moment when the white night was gone, however, at the moment when it closed its eyes, a blue arc appeared on the white night's arms, was it a broken thunder palm?

Qian Wushuang hadn't seen Bai Ye use the Broken Thunder Palm, but the thickness of the arc couldn't be compared to the current one, and the power of thunder and lightning contained in the Broken Thunder Palm that Bai Ye had cast at this time was the thickness of a thumb, how did he do it?

"Boom!"

The thunder struck the white night and engulfed it, and before he could even let out a scream, his figure disappeared into the blue sea.

The giant composed of the eight thunderbolts seemed to hate the white night very much, and it continued to bombard, and it could not be stopped for a long time.

The rumbling sound shook Qian Wushuang and hurriedly covered his ears to relieve the pain, but Bai Ye, who was in the center, did not know whether he was alive or dead.

A moment passed, and the thunder still showed no signs of subsiding, which couldn't help but surprise Qian Wushuang, and said secretly: "Bai Ye's physical strength can actually resist the heavenly thunder?"

In a trance, it seemed to see a figure emerge from the thunder, but it was not quite sure, after all, the thunder was terrifying, and it was shattered in an instant, how could Bai Ye be an exception?

However, such an accident did occur in the thunder, because Bai Ye really did not die, on the contrary, he was still very conscious, even more sober than ever.

"I'm not dead?"

Bai Ye opened his eyes with difficulty, trying his best to withstand the huge pressure, and found that it was the demonic energy that filled his body that made him survive temporarily, but another surprise almost made him scream, because the demonic energy around his body was chewing thunder.

"This thunder can actually help me cultivate!"

Cultivating the physical body with thunder is simply an incredible move in the eyes of others, just because thunder is known for its rage, and if you are not careful, you will be eaten back, and even broken bones.

But Bai Ye's situation seemed to be different, and he didn't know why his demonic energy was able to take the initiative to devour the thunder, but it did save his life.

Subsequently, he focused his mind entirely on absorbing the thunder, and under his careful observation, he found that when the demonic energy came into contact with the thunder, his own arc played a vital role, just like a bridge formed between two different energies, and it was the connection of this blue arc that made the thunder not repel the demonic energy.

"I see, the thunder on this stone pillar and the thunder and lightning in the palm of the broken thunder belong to the same sect, and all of this is created by the Emperor Shakti Demon Venerable, can I understand that this Xuanjian Hall and these eight stone pillars are all from the hands of the Shakti Demon Venerable?"

Bai Ye made a bold guess, but he didn't dare to make a rash conclusion until there was no evidence.

Fortunately, with the blue arc pulling the string, the powerful thunder did not threaten his life for the time being, but the thunder seemed to be endless, and his physical strength and demonic energy were limited, once his physical strength was exhausted, or the demonic energy could not keep up with the replenishment, then the results he faced would still not change anything.

"In this way, do you have to force me to use thunder as nourishment to cultivate my body!" Bai Ye gritted his teeth fiercely, in his cognition, it was not that no one used thunder to forge a physical body, but the consequences were very miserable.

But the situation he is facing now does not allow him to think more, if he wants to live, he can only integrate himself into the thunder, so that he can become a thunderbolt, so that he is no longer afraid.

"Whew!"

Bai Ye exhaled heavily, he was a decisive person, since he thought of it, he would do it.

Relying on the characteristic of demonic qi that can devour thunder, he tried to wrap some thunder power into his body with demonic qi, of course, this practice is extremely dangerous, and the slightest mistake is to set himself on fire, but he can't take care of it anymore.

The moment the power of thunder entered his body, his mind was like a fryer, and a bang almost fainted him, followed by a paralyzing sensation all over his body, and there was a moment when he couldn't even control his tongue.

"What a terrible thunder power!" Bai Ye said with palpitations, he just guided a little, which made him feel unbearable pain, if he wanted to cultivate into a thunder body, he didn't know how much sin he would have to suffer.

There was no turning back from the bow, and since he had chosen to do so, he had no choice but to continue.

This time, he added a few doses a little to introduce more of the power of thunder into his body.

"Ahh

The intense stinging pain made him scream, and the feeling of being bitten like a hundred insects was not something anyone could bear.

However, his shout made Qian Wushuang excited, it thought that Bai Ye was dead, but unexpectedly received a signal that he was still alive, and immediately danced and rejoiced.

At the same time, Bai Ye's second encounter was over, but the pain was still fresh in his memory, and he even had the idea of not wanting to try.

However, this decadent mentality was soon thrown out of the clouds, and his resolute character prompted him to complete this seemingly impossible task.

"Come again!"

He gritted his teeth fiercely, and his heart increased the intensity again, this time he wanted to push the limit, so that every cell in his body could use the power of thunder as much as possible, only then could he truly overcome the fear in his heart.

A cloud of dark blue thunder power slowly burrowed into his body under the wrapping of demonic qi, and at that moment, he seemed to have swallowed a bottle of Seven Killing Liquid with his own mouth, and all his internal organs were boiling.

In an instant, the green tendons on his face and neck burst out, as if they would burst open at any time, his facial features were even more hideous and terrifying, even distorted and deformed, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and what was even more terrifying was that the seven orifices began to bleed, and he didn't know if he could bear it.

However, even in such a terrible situation, he was still doing terrible things, and he actually controlled the power of thunder to swim in his body.