Thunder into the sea, this place turned into a thunder pool, often like the spirit of the dragon rising, there is also a thunder demon sinking abyss.

Fu Wushuang was completely convinced, and the fire man in the air turned the place in front of him into the Nine Heavens Thunder Pool Forbidden Domain. It's terrifying, it's definitely not an ordinary person. Moreover, born in the sea of thunder, the seven orifices are also affected, the vision is blurred, the sound waves are around the ears, and the trajectory of action is also distorted, and he can only rely on his will to feel the things outside his body very reluctantly.

"Very interesting!" Fu Wushuang shouted loudly, this method of connecting the most primordial power of heaven and earth was something he coveted. If he could comprehend the Origin Ice and Fire in this battle, he would take another path, even beyond the path of Yin and Yang.

"Haha, take my mighty thunder sea!" Li Zhenguo laughed. Now that he is a fire man, he can't tell whether he is a human or a ghost, and he is in a state of immortality and immortality. It's just that he remembers the countless years he has experienced. Under the scorching and nourishing of this turquoise fire, he rises and falls with heaven and earth, resurrecting from the dead, immortal and immortal.

Fu Wushuang faced all kinds of killing intent, and if he was not careful, he would be doomed. He didn't dare to think of anything other than to hide. In the thunder sea, he kept rushing in one direction. He intuitively found the corner of the wall, where the thunder and lightning should be weaker, and the power of the third order of Xuanyuan was limited after all. But soon Fu Wushuang found out that he was wrong, the Colosseum was not big in his memory, and after running for a distance, he did not reach the border, not to mention, the power of thunder here was even worse.

This is impossible, Fu Wushuang does not believe it, and it is impossible for a Xuanyuan Consummation monk to have this kind of power. Is it an illusion? Fu Wushuang looked at the thunder that had been refined to a black light, and he didn't dare to try it. Fu Wushuang is also considered to be refined in the path of ice and fire, he understands that there is indeed a way to practice ice and fire to the extreme, but that requires all kinds of heaven and earth treasures and legendary terrain, and what is even more terrifying is that it requires countless years of retreat, without experiencing wind and rain, and cannot succeed, that is the extreme way, and it is a kind of torment for the body and the gods. Fu Wushuang had predicted that if he went through that kind of polishing, his way of ice and fire would indeed reach the extreme, but he would need to give up everything he had now and spend countless years in retreat. When he was born, he may have changed in the vicissitudes of life, and the old people are not there.

Could it be that this thunder pool is something that has been precipitated over countless years? Fu Wushuang suddenly realized, if this is the case, he can understand it.

"Don't hide, keep hiding, how can you understand the will in this thunder. This is the calamity, and only by surviving it will there be growth. Li Zhenguo said quietly.

The situation inside the Colosseum, Twelve and Fu Linglong didn't know. But when the power of the thunder descended overwhelmingly, the black mist was shocked.

It stammered two words.

"Extreme?" Twelve was puzzled. What is the extreme way, that is, to cultivate an attribute to the peak, and then take a step forward, is nothingness.

"Practicing to the extreme, in addition to the extremely high requirements for talent, also requires great effort, and it is often tens of thousands of years of retreat practice, during which you cannot fall asleep or get stuck. In that state, don't say that it is difficult and simple, the meaning of life is cultivation. The most difficult thing is the years of endless retreat, with only the physique of a mortal, living for tens of thousands of years, and few people have ever succeeded in ancient times. "The Black Mist was amazed, and its owner had considered it, but it was going to be boring and boring, and it might not work out in the end, so he gave up.

"Is that to keep me in a small space for 10,000 years?" Twelve felt weak in his hands and feet, and the feeling of restraint made people break out in a cold sweat when he imagined it.