The eyes are full of red, and the undercurrent is surging.

I could only see that in this crimson thunder world, the long river of spiritual liquid transformed by thunder was like a stream of blood converging, flowing quietly, without any sound.

Jun Yi, who had just stepped into it, was hanging his head and bending over, and a muffled snort came out of his mouth.

It is different from the cyan thunder world, which is like an ant climbing its body.

This crimson thunder, like thousands of hideous evil ghosts, smelled the breath of the living, surging madly, eating and tearing Jun Yi's flesh and blood.

There was even a little red thunder, which was feverishly gnawing at his bones, as if he wanted to suck the bone marrow, and he couldn't wait.

Jun Yi's eyes sank, and he hurriedly used the thunder in his body to compete with it, and at the same time, with experience, he also began to refine this red thunder.

He knew that if he wanted to be safe here, or even through here, he had to do so.

This is a crisis, a test, and an opportunity.

Just like walking in the cyan world of thunder, Jun Yi once again began his journey of refining thunder step by step, enduring pain.

This time, the way to refine the Yin Red Thunder was no longer to replace, but to merge with each other, which was far more difficult than just now, and it also caused Jun Yi to pass through this place for a much longer time.

At a distance of fifty paces, he felt like he had walked for years.

But now Jun Yi, who stopped in front of the wall of thunderous ripples, has once again regained his warm and peaceful appearance, and even more energetic and energetic than the last time.

Especially the unconscious and overflowing majesty in the body, which makes people feel even more depressed.

But Jun Yi of this level, standing in front of the thunder brilliance that had crossed the red and was already a little dark purple, was like a baby lying in swaddling clothes, extremely weak.

Even Jun Yi, who is quite confident, is a little cold in his heart at the moment.

But Jun Yi is not a person who retreats after all.

He understood that the more dangerous it was, the more opportunities and benefits it contained, and now that the Martial Emperor Realm was in sight, and his Heavenly Punishment Saint was nowhere to be seen, there was really no reason to stop.

Even if you take a step back, even if Jun Yi stops, or even turns around and walks back, there is no way back.

Because in this world of thunder, moving forward is pain and hidden opportunity, but going backward is death.

Jun Yi had such a thought, but it was not because he flinched, but because he was curious, and almost the moment his thought arose, his whole body was filled with coldness.

Inexplicably, there was still a voice in his heart reminding him that if he dared to take a step back, the thunder that had been refined would become a part of his own power, and it would become an incomparably sharp blade, bursting out from the inside out, stabbing him into flesh.

There is no way back, so go forward.

Jun Yi's heart was firm, and he took a step with a solemn gaze, and then broke into the dark purple thunder ripples.

The dark purple thunder world was as dead silent as it had just been.

But the moment Jun Yi stepped into it, and even only half a step down, there was a roar in his mind, and his eyes were even more dizzy to a hazy state, as if he was in chaos.

With a stumble, his body hung low, and he almost fell to his knees.

However, the residual consciousness and persistence in Jun Yi's heart made him stand up again, but he was slumped and couldn't struggle anymore.

The heaven and earth formed by the dark purple thunder were far more viscous and depressing than the heaven and earth transformed by the red thunder, more like a fierce beast crawling in front of Jun Yi, staring at him with murderous intent.

At this moment, don't say that refining this dark purple thunder, that is, Jun Yi wants to mobilize the existing thunder in his body, it is very difficult, and even their connection has become extremely subtle.

Jun Yi bowed down, his pupils dyed with dark purple light, struggling to raise slowly, like a beast, staring primitively and fiercely ahead.

Then, he let it be like this, took a fierce step, and stepped forward and fell.

"Boom!"

In an instant, Jun Yi's body shook, and cracks appeared in his flesh, and blood spilled out of it, staining the white robe red.

The dark purple thunder that lingered around him, like a hungry beast that smelled blood, pounced fiercely and viciously, so that the blood was swept away as soon as it poked out of his body.

Not only that, but these dark purple thunders, even because they were not satisfied with this little amount of blood at all, were constantly stimulating the cracks in Jun Yi's body, and they were crazy to drill deep inside.

The pain of this kind of biting and erosion made Jun Yi a little unbearable, but it also made him sober up, unable to continue to sink into the chaos of vertigo.

At this moment, Jun Yi seemed to be crazy, and directly gave up resistance, allowing the dark purple thunder to act recklessly, but he used all his energy to focus on refining and surviving with injuries.

This is no way, and it is also the only way for Jun Yi to think of a way to survive.

The initial struggle, the pain, almost made Jun Yi, who was lying on his back, fall directly to the ground.

But as the dark purple thunder he gradually refined became more and more, the physical pain was gradually able to endure it, and his consciousness gradually became clearer, and he no longer needed to rely on the pain to maintain it.

The situation has taken a turn for the better, and Jun Yi can also recover from his injuries while refining the dark purple thunder, and then continue to step forward with the training that has turned purple.

This time, Jun Yi only fell behind more than 20 steps in total, but every step was far from being comparable to any of the previous ones, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they were the sum of them.

So much so that when Jun Yi finally stopped, his consciousness became a little trance.

What appeared in front of him at this time was still a rippling wall of thunder and water, but it was completely colorless, just like the pure white land where he had been, without any blemishes.

There was almost no hesitation, or because he had endured too much pain, so Jun Yi numbly chose to move forward and stepped directly into it.

Jun Yi lifted the ripples of the water, and the whole person entered like a marionette.

But unlike the previous times, he did not feel any pain or discomfort, but a kind of coolness that seemed to come from the depths of his heart, as if he had jumped into the sea in the scorching heat, and his whole body fell into relaxation.

"Where is this?"

Due to the invasion of this cool touch, Jun Yi came to his senses, and looked around with a little fear, but he didn't find anything, and the whole person was like a cloud, deep and ethereal.

"Here is your own consciousness. ”

Suddenly, a warm voice came, as if it contained an ethereal and mysterious power, which sank into Jun Yi's ears and even sank into the bottom of his heart.

"Who!?"

Jun Yi stared violently ahead, his body tensed up, vigilant ahead.

"I... Don't you know each other?"

I only heard a warm chuckle coming, and a figure in white slowly walked out of the pure white world, standing in front of Jun Yi, and smiling at him kindly.

Seeing someone, Jun Yi's pupils suddenly condensed, and his breathing slowed down.

This kind of gaffe rarely appears in Jun Yi's body, especially after experiencing an extraordinary mood transformation, and never again.

But now, it's terrifying.

Without him, just because the figure standing in front of Jun Yi is exactly the same as him.

If that's all, Jun Yi won't have any emotional changes, just a fantasy, but the figure in front of him that is exactly the same as him actually gives him an aura that comes from the roots.

Almost impeccable, even more real than looking in the mirror.

Inexplicably, Jun Yi also had a trance feeling in his heart that he was the person in the mirror.

After calming down his emotions a little, Jun Yi said calmly: "Who are you?"

"Me?"

Hearing this, the figure in front of him smiled lightly, with a little helplessness on his face, and then a strange flash in his eyes: "Don't you already have an answer in your heart?"

"Looks like you're not going to say it?"

Hearing this, Jun Yi directly gave up the idea of talking to him, in his opinion, the more words he had, the more complicated things might become.

Perhaps in this extremely realistic illusion, the more the two sides communicate, the more similar they become, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

The most direct and effective way is to blow him up directly and ruthlessly wipe him out.

As soon as he thought of this, Jun Yi's body sank a little, but before he could make a move, he saw the figure in front of him shaking his head and sighing: "You actually want to kill me? Have you thought about it?"

As soon as these words came out, Jun Yi's heart was even colder, he didn't expect that he would be able to peek into his inner thoughts, such a strange situation was most likely because of talking to him.

Therefore, Jun Yi directly rejected his words and chose to keep his mouth shut.

Immediately afterwards, Jun Yi's feet violently forced, and the whole person burst out, clenching his fist at the figure in front of him, trying to solve it with one blow.

Based on this idea, Jun Yi didn't spare the slightest hand, and because he couldn't use the life phase, he dragged the thunder that had just been refined, covered it in his clenched big hand, and slammed it down.

A furious thunderbolt raged, causing the entire space to tremble.

But what made Jun Yi frown and suspect was that the figure in front of him not only did not show any signs of making a move, but a sneering smile welled up at the corner of his hooked mouth.

Such an inexplicable look made his warm complexion, which was originally looking at each other, disappear, and there was still a faint cold coldness, which was terrifying.

Especially when the thunder that Jun Yi was carrying was getting closer and closer to him, there was even a little panic in his heart, as if something irreversible would happen when a blow fell, and even his mood collapsed.

The violent turmoil in his heart and the disordered thoughts in his mind made the thunder that lingered on Jun Yi's fist crack a little, and his power was greatly reduced.

But in the face of this kind of Jun Yi, who was defeated with one blow, this figure exactly the same as him, still had no intention or sign of making a move, and still stood silently with a sly smile, waiting for the killing machine to shroud.

To kill, or not to kill?

As Jun Yi got closer and closer to the figure, these two choices popped out involuntarily, constantly stimulating him to make choices, and even some urging.

Disordered mood and chaotic mind make Jun Yi not know how to choose.

This kind of panic that arises from the proximity subconsciously makes Jun Yi prefer not to kill, because he is afraid of doing something wrong, because he is worried that he will do irreparable things, so he will choose not to kill.

Sure enough, as this thought gradually became clear, Jun Yi's chaotic and chaotic emotions gradually began to calm down, and there was a faint sense of relief and relief, and he felt relaxed from the inside out.

It seems that even the exhalation is the ultimate enjoyment at this moment, which makes people indulge in it and can't extricate themselves.

Wrapped in the furious Thunder Fist, when Jun Yi's face became calmer, he slowly approached the head of the figure, and finally stopped and stopped blasting.

Everything became dead dead at this moment.

However, the strangeness on the figure's face became more and more profound.

It's just that before the smile on his face can be opened, it is deeply solidified again, and even frozen in this moment forever, as if he has fallen into eternity.