After a trance in front of him, Wu Tian entered the Phantom Spirit Heaven. Probably due to his hurry, Jian Ling'er did not choose the location that Wu Tian entered, and Wu Tian unexpectedly found that he had come to a region he had never seen before.

Before this was a tower, the dark tower exuded a strange and mysterious atmosphere, and on the gate on the first floor of the tower, thick chains sealed the gate tightly, and there were countless runes on it, constantly flickering, as if blocking everything in the gate. The good breath in Wu Tian's heart suddenly rose.

Up to now, Wu Tian vaguely knew that the Phantom Spirit Heaven was an immortal weapon with a terrifying space inside, and the few regions that Wu Tian had seen before alone added up to a radius of at least a few thousand miles. The fact that something within a radius of thousands of miles was actually stored in a magic weapon, which Wu Tian could hardly imagine. But now, Wu Tian knew that what he had seen was only the tip of the iceberg of the Phantom Spirit Heaven.

Is Phantom Spirit Heaven just an immortal weapon used for storage, or does it have some powerful mysterious power, or does it not know to Wu Tian? Wu Tian faintly felt that the tower in front of him might be able to answer many of Wu Tian's own secrets, and Wu Tian also faintly had an urge to enter the tower and find out.

"Forget it, since Jian Ling'er doesn't want to tell me now, there must be a reason. Wu Tian shook his head, and finally dispelled this idea, one was to show respect for Jian Ling'er, and the other was not the time for Wu Tian to explore wantonly. Giving up this plan, Wu Tian simply sat down on the ground, and only then did he realize that his hands were faintly trembling. Thinking about it carefully, Wu Tian grinned bitterly, it turned out that when he cast the Heaven Picking Thunder just now, Wu Tian faintly entered a state.

It's like madness and madness, completely ignoring the danger, letting instinct and impulse dominate and allowing yourself to use nothing but that terrifying thunderball. Now think about it, as long as there is the slightest mistake in the process, the thunderball explodes, and what awaits him is definitely to be torn to pieces by the terrifying heavenly thunder in an instant. Heavenly thunder is almost the most violent force in the world, and anyone who tries to forcibly harness the heavenly thunder will have to bear the terrifying power of the heavenly thunder head-on.

"You can't play so hard in the future, if you accidentally blow yourself up, then you still play with wool?" Wu Tian said no, but the excitement in his heart was still rippling, he really wanted to see how powerful that terrifying thunder was. But now, obviously he didn't have a chance to go out immediately, just now he exchanged a few words, and he didn't contact Jian Ling'er, I don't know if Jian Ling'er was angry, or if he was busy with something. Wu Tian guessed a little right, Jian Ling'er is really busy now, busy chasing and killing Yunding.

Just now, after the terrifying thunder dissipated, the cloud peak that released the oolong explosion far away did not escape the attack of the endless thunder. With Wu Tian's thunderball as the center, a sea of thunder instantly formed within a radius of a kilometer, and the endless thunder detonated, emitting endless light and heat, tearing everything in it apart. Even the immortal-level Phantom Spirit Heaven also sent an alarm to Jian Ling'er because an extremely high-level attack was detected. Not enough doesn't mean that Phantom Spirit Heaven can't hold on, although Thunder's attack level is high, but the amount is not enough for Phantom Spirit Heaven's defense.

Still, such an attack is enough for Sword Ling'er. In her cognition, an immortal cultivator who has not even mastered the divine sense is equivalent to having no entry at all. Without divine sense, you can't really control the magic weapon, that is, you can't exert the strongest power of an immortal cultivator. Although you can release spells without magic weapons, Jian Ling'er has always thought that how can the power of spells be comparable to magic weapons?

But today, Jian Ling'er's cognition has changed, and it has changed because of Wu Tian, who is in the realm of a small Xuanling. The spell that Wu Tian cast, in terms of power alone, I am afraid that it can already change the color of all the powerhouses of the Xuan Court. With the terrifying blow just now, Wu Tian was qualified to gain a foothold in the entire Lianyun Continent. "It's not bad!" A smile appeared at the corner of Jian Ling'er's mouth, and there was still resentment in his heart for Wu Tian's nervousness, which was covered by the joy brought by Wu Tian's tremendous growth.

Fortunately, Wu Tian was able to make up for Wu Tian's mistake with this unimaginable blow, so that Wu Tian was not seriously injured by this bad old man. Now, Yun Ding's condition is obviously not good, even if he was on the edge of a thunderstorm just now, the terrifying thunder was almost the speed of light, how could it give him time to dodge?

Several thunderbolts smashed into his body, tearing Yun Ding's flesh in an instant, one arm and left leg had been completely destroyed, and his whole body was full of unimaginably tragic wounds. If it weren't for Yun Ding's constant writhing, if there was a miserable snort, I'm afraid no one would think that Yun Ding was still alive. "Sure enough, the power of the thunder is too domineering, I'm afraid it won't reach the realm of Xuanting, and without the resistance of the magic weapon, it will be difficult for anyone to withstand Wu Tian's blow, even himself. "Now, he has gone into full strength, it's time for me to make a move!" Yun Feng was seriously injured, and naturally lost the power to control the dragon claw, and Jian Ling'er couldn't break free from the dragon claw for a while, and now, the dragon claw has been taken back by Jian Ling'er and thrown into the Phantom Spirit Heaven.

"Old puppet, suffer death!" Jian Ling'er manipulated the puppet and flew towards the top of the cloud again. Yun Ding seemed to sense something, and his whole body squirmed wildly, and a gecko-shaped martial spirit formed around his body. As soon as the martial soul came out, Yun Ding's injuries were visibly recovered, and at the same time, his body quickly dried up, obviously in order to recover his injuries, he used the martial soul and used his last resort. "How can you succeed?" Jian Ling'er did not have any pity in her eyes, at this moment, she was no longer a little princess who had been lonely for tens of thousands of years, but became a ruthless warrior, and Yun Ding's body instantly turned into a rag in the hands of the puppet.

"Thorn-" The piercing voice continued to sound, and patches of blood were sprinkled between the heavens and the earth, and the painful screams of Yunding quickly disappeared, turning into an opportunity, and the blood stained the puppet's body. Jian Ling'er raised the puppet's arm, looking at the blood on his face, he was obviously a little disgusted, and he threw it a few times without results, so he could only give up. She put away the storage ring at the top of the cloud and returned to the Phantom Heaven. As if sensing the arrival of Sword Ling'er, a small sword surrounded the puppet, which seemed very intimate.

The puppet stretched out his hand and grabbed the Phantom Heaven, and then the light in the puppet's eyes disappeared, recovering the wood just now. At the same time, Wu Tian, who was resting in front of the tower, was instantly pulled out of the Phantom Heaven and came to the puppet. Phantom Heaven returned to Wu Tian's forehead again, and the puppet also stretched out his hand and handed the ring of Yunding to Wu Tian.