"Is it going to start again?"

Hearing this chaotic shout, Boss Ding muttered to himself, and his expression unconsciously became deeper.

This change in expression was taken in by Yan Chuan, and he suddenly said loudly: "Boss Ding, what happened?"

Taking a deep breath, Boss Ding's expression gradually softened, but the clenched fist in his hand still showed that he was not at peace in his heart, "The thunderstorm once a month is about to start again." ”

"Thunderstorms, doesn't it take someone to touch a thunderstorm wall to affect it?"

In the past, Zhang Feng also briefly introduced the thunder wall to Yan Chuan, according to what he said, only when someone accidentally touches the thunder wall, there will be thunderstorms to attack indiscriminately, but at this time, listening to Boss Ding's meaning, it is not the case.

Zhang Feng, who was standing behind Boss Ding, sighed and said: "Theoretically, this is the case, but when the thunder and lightning are dense to a certain extent, the thunderstorm will still descend on the entire Heavenless Hell, and the thunder wall can prevent people from escaping, but it is also a nightmare of the Heavenless Hell, once a month." ”

Boss Ding continued: "But don't worry, although the thunderstorm is known as the punishment of heaven, as long as there is a lark fruit, you can still barely get through." ”

"The lark fruit still has this effect, no wonder the people in the heavenless hell before all grabbed their heads and broke their blood. Yan Chuan looked at the lark fruit in Zhang Feng's hand and couldn't help but think in his heart.

"Eating a lark fruit can not only give you a feeling of fullness for a hundred days, but also protect your whole body in a thunderstorm and will not die easily. Seeing Yan Chuan's puzzled expression, Boss Ding explained.

Buzz~buzz~

As the sound of thunder and lightning became more and more dense, Boss Ding's face became more solemn, and he jumped to the roof of a house and shouted loudly: "Everyone take the lark fruit in your hands, go back to your house, and wait for the thunderstorm to come." ”

Hearing Boss Ding's voice, everyone came back to their senses, stopped crying, and went back to their own residences.

"Alas, I don't know how many people will not survive this time. Boss Ding muttered, got down from the roof, took six lark fruits from his hands and handed them to Yan Chuan, and said: "In the house, the intensity of the thunderstorm will be a little smaller, you can also go back to your own house, if you can get through, come to the square in the middle to find me." ”

Yan Chuan was not pretentious, thanked him, and took the lark fruit. Although he had a stomach full of doubts, this was obviously not the time to ask, so he gave half of the lark fruit in his hand to Yan Feng and said, "Let's go." ”

The house that Boss Ding refers to is the room where Yanchuan and they woke up at the beginning, the skyless hell seems to be unattended, but it has its own system, everyone will have a room as a place to stay after coming here.

Back in the house, Yan Chuan and his younger brother Yan Feng each looked for a corner, sat cross-legged, and waited for the thunderstorm to come.

Thundered!

The thunderstorm is getting louder and louder, and just listening to the sound, you can feel the horror in it.

The thunder flashed, and before Yan Chuan could react, there was a shock in his body, and an impact force swept from all directions.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood spat out, Yan Chuan only felt that his brain was blank, and his internal organs seemed to be stirred into mud. Just now he had a fight with Boss Ding, and Yan Chuan was not in the best state at this time, and he was caught off guard and was immediately injured.

He hurriedly swallowed the lark fruit given by Boss Ding into his mouth. It melts in the mouth, and the lark fruit turns into a clear stream and enters the abdomen, and the trickle moistens the internal organs until it flows to the whole body.

Yan Chuan looked inside his body, fortunately, the internal organs were intact, and the damage in the body was not as big as he imagined, it seemed that the shattering of the internal organs just now was just an illusion. The sudden thunderstorm was really uncomfortable when it entered the body, Yan Chuan only felt that his heart was beating desperately, and his internal organs were also shrinking sharply, as if he was about to jump out in the next second, which was painful and unbearable.

Another lightning strike. With the moisture of the lark fruit, Yan Chuan felt a little better, and his heart was somewhat guarded, at least he didn't directly spurt blood like just now.

After a series of lightning strikes, Yan Chuan found that every time the lightning struck his body, the most uncomfortable thing was not the physical pain, but the mental torture. After a lightning strike, waiting for the gap before the next lightning strike arrives is the hardest to endure, death is not terrible, waiting for death is the most terrible. I knew that there would be the next lightning strike, but there was no way to stop it, and the panic in my heart would intensify.

After experiencing several lightning strikes, Yan Chuan was already a little unable to hold on, and the instinctive reaction of his body gradually occupied an important position in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to rush out. Maybe when you leave the house and go outside, there will be no lightning strikes, and all kinds of inexplicable thoughts are constantly coming out, as long as it can alleviate the pain.

But the last shred of reason in Yan Chuan's heart told him that the thunderstorm outside would only be more violent, and once he went out, it would never be better than staying inside.

The numbness and pain in his body could not be expelled at all, coupled with the destruction of his spirit, Yan Chuan was hovering on the verge of collapse again and again, he wanted to faint, but the lightning strike made his heart beat faster and faster, and even his spirit became more invigorated, and he could only wait for the impact of the lightning strike again and again completely conscious.

Yanchuan once heard others say that in ancient times, there was a criminal law called drip torture, which tied a person's limbs and fixed his head, and hung a bucket on his head, and a small eye was chiseled at the bottom of the bucket, so that the water droplets slowly dripped on the top of the person's head, and a bucket of water was just dripping in a day, and then people were asked to add water to the bucket every day, the impact of the water was not high, but it was a different kind of destruction to a person's willpower.

Now Yan Chuan has such a feeling, the tingling sensation on his body is constantly coming, annoying, and his willpower is also disintegrating little by little, fortunately, the Bailing Fruit under the service has a cool feeling, which makes Yan Chuan's tense spirit have a trace of relaxation.

The mind is always clear, and the pain caused by the impact of the power of thunder and lightning clearly echoes in his mind, Yan Chuan can only shift his attention to his body, otherwise, his spirit will always pay attention to when the thunder and lightning outside will come, and it will only collapse even more.

"Huh?"

Yan Chuan was surprised, as soon as his spirit probed into his body, he found that there was a thunder force in his body swimming along his veins, and when he passed through different veins, the degree of strength and weakness produced was also different.

At this time, Yan Chuan's spirit was under the action of thunder and lightning, not only did he not feel a trace of exhaustion, but even his senses became extremely clear, so he could detect this subtle change, if it was in normal times, he really couldn't find these.

The power of thunder swirled in Yan Chuan's body for a circle, and then gradually disappeared. Another lightning strike descended and rushed into his body, and Yan Chuan could feel more clearly that the power of the thunder weakened a little when it passed through certain veins, and then suddenly became stronger when it passed through certain veins.

What's going on? Isn't it possible for these thunderbolts to grow eyes?

No, Yan Chuan's heart moved, the power of thunder did not have any backup after entering the body, it is understandable that it gradually became weaker from strong, but it is unlikely to change from weak to strong, not to mention that at this time, there will be a change of one strong and one weak, and then one weak and one strong.

After feeling it carefully, Yan Chuan finally found the reason, perhaps it was the effect of the veins that changed the thunder.

The potential of the human body is unlimited, among which the veins are the most magical, at least in the Lingdu Continent, no one knows so far, why the veins of the human body can be cultivated, and the mystery of this is beyond human comprehension. When people are cultivating the power of the five elements, the veins only play a role in absorption, and I have never heard of such a change of one strong and one weak.

Could it be related to the power of thunder?

With this guess, Yan Chuan ignored the numbness in his body, and completely focused his mind on the veins of his body, and he did not let go of the thunder power generated by each lightning strike, staring at the flow of them between the veins in his body.

The thunderstorm lasted for a whole day, and it is not too much to say that the people of the heavenless hell are living like years, and every minute is torment.

Yan Chuan exhaled lightly, this day was also not easy for him at all, but in the process of welcoming the thunderstorm, among the seven hundred and twenty veins in his body, he found three veins that enhanced the power of thunder and five veins that weakened the power of thunder, I don't know what the specific effect was, but after trying many times, Yan Chuan successfully channeled the power of thunder into five weakened veins, alleviating the pain of many lightning strikes.

The thunderstorm disappeared, Yan Chuan also came back to his senses, he found that his body had shrunk in a whole circle under the impact of the thunderstorm, the most obvious thing was that the muscles on his body seemed to have all withered, and his already thin figure also appeared more slender. Although Yan Chuan has been much more resolute in appearance since he started cultivating, and his body has lost the immaturity of a teenager, and he looks similar to an adult, but compared with adults, his figure is also relatively thin among them.

The changes in his body didn't have a big impact, Yan Chuan's biggest feeling now was that his mouth was dry, and there was an indescribable boredom.

It's no wonder that skinny monkeys suck other people's blood. The restlessness in his heart made Yan Chuan feel the urge to find something to drink and drink wildly. But fortunately, at least not to the point of being completely intolerable, it seems that the skinny monkey has been in the lawless hell for a long time, and although he has lived until now, his will has gradually become depressed, and he can even do such a thing as sucking human blood.

The impact of a day's thunderstorm can be regarded as barely surviving. Just as Yan Chuan was stretching his body, he saw his younger brother Yan Feng beside him collapse to the ground, and blood was constantly spilling from his mouth. Yan Chuan was shocked, only a few steps away from Yan Feng, but he rushed over like a flutter, eager to arrive immediately.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Chuan's heart was in a panic, from the time he entered the Heavenless Hell to the present, he had always ignored one problem, that is, the physical condition of his younger brother Yan Feng. Yan Feng's cultivation speed has always been very fast, so his body looks extremely strong, full of qi, and he can't see anything wrong at all, but Yan Chuan knows that Yan Feng's heart was hit by blood amber, and his life may be in danger at any time.

After entering the Heavenless Hell, Yan Chuan was plagued by all kinds of mysteries around him, completely ignoring the condition of Yan Feng's body. The energy of the thunderstorm was so explosive that even Yan Chuan could barely bear it, not to mention the bloody Yan Peak in his heart.

The energy of the blood amber is huge, and it has been suppressed by Yanfeng until then, if the thunder power of the thunderstorm is added again, the two forces are in one, and the consequences are unimaginable.

Yan Chuan was in a deep self-reproach, "It's all my fault, how can you forget the condition of your body." ”

What Yan Chuan didn't see was that Yan Feng had already opened his eyes at this time, and the expression in his eyes had changed from the past, revealing a bit of depth and peace, "Where is this?"

Yan Feng's voice pulled Yan Chuan back from his self-blame, and said in surprise: "Brother, are you awake, are you okay?" Carefully helping Yan Feng up and sitting down, Yan Chuan looked at his younger brother with an apologetic expression, "It's all my fault, I forgot that you still have blood in your heart." ”

To Yan Chuan's surprise, Yan Feng was looking at Yan Chuan with an unfamiliar expression on his face at this time, "Little brother, I'm not your younger brother, and now I'm borrowing your brother's body to talk to you." ”