At this time, the appearance of the Shenluo Mark changed slightly for the first time in several years, and new changes also appeared under the connection of Durong's consciousness.

The purple spots on the wand wheel are no longer just a more vivid-looking pattern than before, but have indeed changed from a simple color to a substance.

A real, equal-sized lilac orb took the place of the dots and appeared on the surface of the melted skin. The surface of the bead is smooth and flat, like a thin, round slide.

Looking inward at the round surface of this real state, the shallow exterior seems to have a bottomless spectacle. Beneath the transparent surface, you can see the tumbling purple thunderclouds that have been reduced countless times and swirl around the outer ring of the bead in a swirling shape.

The surging thunderclouds in this very small side of the world are hidden in the mountains and seas, the center of the whirlpool is a bottomless dark hole, with the rolling electric light of the thunderclouds looming, the generation of lightning lightning that has also been reduced countless times in the center of the whirlpool flickering vertically and horizontally, tearing the sky and silent.

It's just that there is such a magnificent scene in this square circle of beads, and this gurgling and flowing scene makes the imprint of what should be a static pattern become three-dimensional at this moment.

Of course, the mutation of this mark was not simply for the sake of beauty, under the tireless passive absorption of thunder elements for nearly two consecutive months, Durong had surpassed any monk he had seen so far in terms of the energy fluctuations he had sensed from this inconspicuous purple orb.

It's just that Yang Xilan, who has not been revealed and has so many rare treasures that it is outrageous, is not among them.

It was only at this time that Du Rong was able to subjectively feel how to use this pattern that was born with him, and he remembered that he had been forced into a desperate situation by Gan Xian, who was a realm higher than him, more than half a month ago, and he was almost about to risk triggering the unstable thunder element.

And now, although the energy absorbed in this thunder elemental orb has far exceeded that time, this huge energy has been limited in a more orderly state, except for the unexpected fright just now.

And they all have an instinctive sense, he can now use his magic skills to use the saturated thunder elements in this orb in an orderly and controllable way, of course, he doesn't dare to try it lightly now.

He couldn't even estimate the power of this hidden energy, and now that there were too many people, it was impossible for him to use it at will, and it could only be verified under special circumstances when he had to use it.

Withdrawing his mind from the sigil, the purple orb faded into obscurity, returning to its patterned form once more. I couldn't help but be happy, if this glass-like thing was embedded in his skin from now on, I didn't know if it would be observed by others.

After this, exhausted, he walked back to the mutilated bed in the room, which had been half struck by lightning, and fell into a deep sleep. It wasn't until more than half an hour later that he was awakened by a soft knock on the door.

"Senior brother, you can rest well, the head of the master called you to talk about something in the past. ”

This was an unfamiliar voice, and I don't know who else had arrived in this medicine training hall, but Du Rong still quickly replied: "Senior brother outside, wait a minute, I'll change my clothes." ”

Hearing Du Rong's reply, the sound outside the door stopped, as if he was waiting patiently.

For this summons from the head of the house, which he had never seen before, he was puzzled but didn't think much about it. He grabbed another set of clean clothes from the storage bag and quickly put them on, and the tattered clothes he had changed into were casually discarded by him at the head of the same incomplete bed.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by a man he had never seen before, looking a few years older than him, and looking at him with interest when he saw that he had melted out of the door.

Behind him were six or seven men with carpentry hammers, all dressed in the clothes of an outer door officer, who seemed to be the ones sent to repair his house as Chen Xiu said.

"Are you Du Rong?" The man in front of him saw Du Rong come out, this man was half a head taller than him and heroic, not at all like the imaginary rickety and weak who was addicted to alchemy.

"Yes, down there. There was a small accident before, and Senior Brother Wen said that he was going to see the head of the family. I felt that I was not in good clothes, so I changed my clothes and delayed some time, and I apologize for waiting outside for a long time. Du Rong clenched his fists and replied slightly apologetically.

Regarding Du Rong's reaction, the young male cultivator opposite him nodded with satisfaction, without the arrogance of the alchemist's eyes above the top as rumored, and his humble speech and demeanor made him quite useful.

Perhaps, this junior disciple has low qualifications, and his cultivation is shallow, and he also has a little inferiority complex in his heart. The male cultivator nodded, thinking inwardly.

"It's okay, I didn't have to wait long. In Xia Hua and Guang, he is a disciple of the head of the house. Master, it doesn't matter if the old man is looking for you, so I'm not in a hurry, I've probably heard about the junior brother, don't worry. ”

The man who called himself Hua Heguang waved his hand and put on an indifferent look, and then said, "Since the junior brother has packed up, then let's go with me." ”

Immediately, the officials and servants of the outer gate behind him took the materials and tools in their hands and walked into the house of Durong to do the repair work.

The two of them walked on the mountain road leading to the residence of the head of the house, and Du Rong still felt a little strange, what were the plans of the head of the house who had never met in the past, could it be that there was something wrong with what happened just now?

I always couldn't help but feel a little curious in my heart, like Hua Heguang, who was walking in front, asked softly: "Dare to ask Senior Brother Hua, can you reveal some rumors to the junior brother, what is the call of the head master?"

Hearing the sound and turning around, Hua Heguang just smiled and put on a mysterious appearance: "Senior brother Du doesn't need to be nervous, as for the master, his old man is looking for you, but the fortune of the senior brother has arrived, and you will know when you go." ”

"A good thing?" I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in the other party's gourd, but I didn't think that I would deceive a low-level disciple from staring at him before, so I quietly followed him towards the destination.

Walking to the middle of the mountain range, this is the residence of the successive heads of the Baiyang Sect, and the carved fence jade masonry is much more magnificent than the alchemy hall. As a disciple of the sect for more than two years, this is the first time that Du Rong has come to the core of his own sect.

Stepping into the wide wooden door painted with scarlet paint, the little monks waiting on both sides of the door bowed to Hua Heguang very respectfully: "Hello Senior Brother Hua. ”

Contrary to Dihua and Guang with a complacent and intoxicated look, following Du Rong, he is not famous in the sect. Second, there is no high-strength cultivation of the king's domineering spirit exposed. So the two boys naturally ignored him as he walked by.

For this obviously underestimated treatment, he has been with him since he was a child. Naturally, he couldn't adjust the slightest wave of annoyance, on the contrary, he nodded kindly at the two doormen who looked much younger than him at the age of him. When he turned back again, his face returned to that indifferent expression.

This dusty, confident and measured temperament gained those two doubtful glances after he walked by.

After walking through the courtyard a few times, Du Rong followed him to the main hall of the courtyard, and saw two figures. One sat on the throne, the other sat beside him, whispering something.

The person sitting under the side can be regarded as an acquaintance of Du Rong, it is the old Taoist priest Zong Cao, as for the middle-aged man with a dark face sitting on the main seat, it must be the head of the Baiyang Sect, Qiu Yang.

Standing still in the hall, the two elders interrupted their respective conversations, and their eyes swept over them, mainly focusing on Du Rong. Especially Gan Qiuyang, his gaze was constantly wandering, and at the same time, a faint foundation building period divine consciousness was cast on him and was perceived by spiritual power.

Du Rong naturally didn't react much, the spiritual power in his body was still silent under the effect of the Breath Gathering Pill, and there was no unnecessary expression change on his face.

"Master, I have brought my junior brother with me. Hua Heguang spoke first.

Facing the two people in front of him, who can be said to be the real power controllers of the Baiyang Sect, Du Rong couldn't wait for the other party to speak first, so he bowed first: "Disciple Du Rong, meet the sect master, Grandmaster Uncle!"