143. Boiled ducks can fly (ask for recommendation votes!)

The shuttle went all the way, the tip was empty, and the resistance suddenly decreased, as if something had been chiseled.

The originally pitch-black underground, a large amount of purple light suddenly appeared, dazzling.

"Zizi!"

Yan Zhaoge and Ah Hu were in the shuttle, and they could also hear a series of explosive electric current sounds in their ears.

The two of them squinted slightly, and then opened their eyes, and saw that there was a huge hole in the underground rock formation.

In the empty underground cave, a little purple thunder light was suspended in the center of the air, and with this as the center, purple thunder kept dancing in the space.

On the four walls of the cave, looming runes appeared, and the aura was quiet and peaceful.

The runes are red and white, as if the flame and ice and snow are blending.

The two auras of severe cold and scorching heat converged together, guarding the purple thunder light in the center, but preventing the thunder and lightning from leaking out.

At the same time, heat and cold neutralize each other, and there is no trace of cold or heat escaping outward.

The most brilliant purple thunder in the center was surrounded by clouds of light and mist, like a violent thundercloud.

In the center of the thundercloud, a purple orb loomed, looking the size of a man's fist.

Yan Zhaoge looked at the orb and snapped his fingers: "Sure enough." ”

Ah Hu's eyes widened: "It is rumored that the fragments of the holy soldiers obtained by the old man of Great Compassion have turned into purple orbs, and the thunder is surrounded, but it is only the size of an egg, which is a lot bigger." ”

"Is this another fragment of the Holy Soldier?"

Yan Zhao Ge said: "Yes, I think that the autonomous spirituality of this fragment of the Holy Soldier was stronger back then, but it was not easy for the old man of Great Compassion to collect it after finding it. ”

So he set up a spiritual array here, trying to use water grinding to slowly refine it through time. ”

Yan Zhaoge looked around and looked at the spirit patterns intertwined with ice and fire: "It's a pity that his longevity has come to an end, and he can't wait for the day when the refining is completed." ”

Ah Hu asked with a stutter, "Male...... Childe, you deduced it from the words left on the coffin of the old man of great compassion?"

He now understood why Yan Zhao Ge had simulated the spirit array of the Great Compassion Old Man in the Pidi Shuttle before.

It was for the sake of guidance, and with the traces left by the old man of great compassion, he was moved to find this place.

Yan Zhaoge shrugged his shoulders: "Anyway, if you take the ground shuttle to avoid the pursuit of the lava fire and go deep underground, then simply try to find it." ”

The flame on the coffin has not dissipated for many years, which shows how strong the regret in the heart of the old man was back then, almost obsession. ”

So much so that when he was dying, his spirit was condensed to this point. Yan Zhaoge looked at the purple orb in the thundercloud and sighed: "We can also be regarded as inheriting the legacy of our predecessors." ”

Whether it was the fragment of the holy soldier that Lin Zhou took the lead or the one in front of him, it was all consumed and refined by the old man of Great Compassion.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to easily master the cultivation of the Great Compassion Old Man and the Great Grandmaster realm, let alone the Grandmaster Martial Artist.

Ah Hu grinned: "Childe, although I haven't seen another Saint Soldier fragment, according to rumors, looking at the appearance of this fragment in front of me, they seem to originate from the same Saint Soldier. ”

Yan Zhaoge looked at the thundercloud, and his voice was a little ethereal: "Yes, it's the same thing." ”

"Its name, the Eye of the Thunder Emperor, is also known as the Eye of the Thunder Emperor. ”

Yan Zhao Ge walked out of the ground shuttle, his body rose upward, stepped on the void, and approached the purple orb.

As soon as he appeared, there was a crackling sound in the space around him, and then electric snakes appeared from the void and hit them in unison!

Yan Zhaoge was not in a hurry, stretched out his hand and swiped in the air, writing the Dao Spirit Pattern.

The gang qi condenses into a spiritual pattern, which remains in the air and does not disperse for a long time.

The surrounding aura suddenly fluctuated, pulling the spirit patterns of ice and fire on the surrounding stone walls, and suddenly became brighter.

The Tao of Light stretches and crisscrosses the air.

Coming into contact with these rays of light, the lightning bolts that originally slashed at Yan Zhaoge suddenly settled down again, turned into scattered electric light, and disappeared in the air.

Yan Zhaoge stepped into the air and came to the edge of the thundercloud step by step.

After carefully observing for a moment and sensing the spiritual flow in it, Yan Zhaoge stretched out his hands forward and directly touched the thundercloud.

The spirit pattern light intertwined with ice and fire on the surrounding stone walls shone brightly, and the red and white streamers blessed Yan Zhaoge's body.

And from the thunderclouds, a large amount of blue-purple electric light also rushed out, constantly moving on the surface of Yan Zhaoge's body.

Seeing that Yan Zhaoge's body was covered with thunder lights, Ah Hu in the ground-breaking shuttle was nervous.

In the next moment, the thundercloud swelled suddenly, almost swallowing Yan Zhao Ge, and then suddenly contracted.

All the thunder light was included in the purple orb, and the purple orb "buzzed" with a sound, turning into a bright thunder light, rising to the sky!

The spirit patterns on the surrounding stone walls dimmed together, and it was no longer possible to prohibit the orb transformed by the fragments of the Thunder Emperor's Eye.

The orb turned into thunder, pierced directly through the rock formation, and flew far away.

Yan Zhaoge was safe and sound, but a smile appeared on his face, and he jumped back into the shuttle: "Let's chase!"

The shuttle moved again, following the direction where the thunder had disappeared, breaking through the rock formations and quickly chasing after it.

At the same time, Lin Zhou, who had come out of the tomb of the old man of Great Compassion before, with a slightly mocking smile, glanced at the black-clothed warriors under the command of Yan Zhaoge who were guarding outside.

Then, in their ignorance, Lin Zhou left the mountains where the entrance to the tomb was located in a hurry.

The trip collected treasures as expected, and there were more unexpected gains, which made Lin Zhou feel very good.

But he hadn't been gone long before his face suddenly changed!

The bag used to hold the treasure shook sharply, and the next moment, a purple thunderbolt directly tore through the bag and rushed out of it!

It was the fragment of the Thunder Emperor's Eye that Lin Zhou had obtained from the tomb of the old man of Great Compassion!

The round purple orb the size of an egg made a thunderous sound, and it was about to flee into the distance!

Lin Zhou took a deep breath and raised his hand to throw out a dark red giant net.

The giant net was strong in the air, and in an instant, it turned into an overwhelming sky, enveloping the sky in a dark red.

The fragment of the Thunder Emperor's Eye, which flew away, crashed headlong into the dark red giant net and was caught in the net.

Looking at the shaking red net, Lin Zhou's eyes kept flashing: "This phenomenon is either the summoning of the former holy soldier master." ”

"Either there's an even more powerful Saint Soldier fragment nearby, and it suddenly changes to attract me to this fragment!"

The holy soldier has been reduced to pieces, and the former master has long since passed away, and the former possibility has been ruled out.

Then the only possibility is that there is a second, even more powerful Saint Soldier Fragment nearby!

Lin Zhou felt that hope was burning in his heart, but he also had a faint sense of foreboding.

Without waiting for him to breathe a sigh of relief, the fragments of the holy soldier thundered and flew into the distance with the red net.

The duck, which had been cooked and had already entered its mouth, could still fly, and Lin Zhou almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.