The golden needles trembled, and a dazzling golden glow flashed in this cold autumn color, and a howling wind rose in the mountains of Nuoda because of the flickering of this golden ray.

At this moment, the golden needle is like a little beast waiting to be fed, and with the power of the wind, the wanton thunder and lightning intertwined on Sun Wukong's body are completely swallowed into the small needle.

In an instant, a loud roar of thunder surged into the silent mountains, like thunder, like the wind howling, like the earth cracking, like a mountain falling, and shocked the black and white luan wu hovering above the sky.

As he flapped his wings and flew left and right, the water-clear beast pupils were staring at the golden needles that shimmered with strange brilliance, as if he could feel a sense of déjà vu from them.

Although the huge body soared in this sky, the slightly messy thoughts had already flown into the nine heavens of the heavenly realm, just to trace the origin of this golden needle, but to no avail for a long time.

There was a slight groan, and then a long piercing song burst out from its sharp beak again, pouring straight into the white light between the voids, turning into an invisible channel to communicate with each other.

The violent thunder moved with the sound, surging out of the white mangs like a huge wave, and was pulled along the long roar, and finally completely poured into the huge body of the black and white Luanwu.

Wisps of thunder turned into blue and white intertwined points of light condensed on the surface of the wings, dazzling like stars at night, and mixed in this thunder was wanton killing.

The rain turned into rain, and the electric light flickered, intertwining with each other to form a huge sky net, completely covering the dense forest, dispelling the thick autumn rhyme in the forest, and pouring it into the terrifying ferocity.

And how could Sun Wukong not understand the danger in this killing move? But now his legs are numb, let alone running and fleeing, even standing on his legs has become delusional.

The invasion of thunder and lightning not only made Sun Wukong's torso numb and painful, but also excavated a little timidity buried deep in his heart in the dark: "Is it possible, I really want to die here today?" ”

At this point, the thunder and lightning had already fallen, carrying the momentum of Mount Tai to the top of the mountain and bombarding towards Sun Wukong's body, full of killing intent, as if it could cut off everything in this world.

This is the strongest killing move of black and white Luanwu, it has been silent for a hundred years, the years have passed, the vicissitudes of life, and today, the violent power of Lei Ze and the rain has faded more than seventy percent.

But even so, if you want to use this trick to cut off Sun Wukong's life qi, it is also easy, just like hitting a stone with an egg, the final defeat seems to be a foregone conclusion.

But the twists and turns and apprehensions mixed in fate are like the waves that rise and fall, always inspiring the intoxicating alternative "tune" while making people tremble.

And with the melodious "tune" emerging in the void, it was the dazzling brilliance of the small golden needle, and at the same time, the power of the violent thunder had also followed.

When the two halos of light touched each other, and when they collided with each other, gluttonous power gushed out from the golden needle, as if trying to relieve its unbearable hunger with the power of thunder and lightning.

After the golden needle completely devoured Lei Ze, he turned into a naughty elf, gradually breaking away from the red rope on Sun Wukong's neck, and flying wantonly between the boundless void.

Flying is certainly an eye-catching act, but there is something else to it about the golden needle's extreme rotation.

As it swirled, the ferocious tearing force completely shredded the body of the golden needle, and released the dazzling streamer hidden in the golden needle's body.

The streamer poured straight into the top of the clouds, like a sharp blade of light, cutting through the clouds, leaving a tricky and strange golden arc.

In an instant, the arc fell from the sky, and the incarnation of a thunderbolt slammed directly into the open space in front of Sun Wukong: "This, what is this?" Why is this happening? ”

The eyes involuntarily condensed in this thunderbolt, and when Lei Ze dispersed, a black long stick gradually came into the eyes of Sun Wukong like a ghost, and revealed a trace of mystery.

This stick seems to come from the heavenly realm, and there are wisps of divine patterns attached to it on the surface of the stick, like the veins of the human body, transmitting the power of thunder and lightning in the divine pattern to all parts of the stick.

Two lilac diamond-shaped crystals are inlaid at the ends of the long stick, forming the convergence point of countless divine patterns, easing the fury of thunder and storing the charm of heaven and earth.

Wisps of black mist sprouted from between the voids, wrapping around the perimeter of the stick, like a dragon with no body, intimidating everyone who wanted to get close to it.

As soon as the long stick came out, the wind and clouds surged between heaven and earth, and the eighty-one knots embedded in Sun Wukong's body burst out with a special white streamer at this time.

The streamer suddenly split in Sun Wukong's mind, and then turned into countless white star sands, and gradually formed a line of words with ancient charm under the control of his mind.

Within the text, the information about the black stick is vividly highlighted.

"I know your name: Baguette Thunder." The words blurted out, but Sun Wukong's body was already uncontrollable and stepped forward, and reached out to hold the long stick into his palm.

In an instant, the blue and white light of the thunderbolt overflowed from the thunder stick, as dazzling as the fireflies in the night sky, and it was extremely mysterious.

At this moment, the scorching qi was churning freely in the thunder stick, and it made it imprint a strange circular pattern in Sun Wukong's palm with the momentum of a soldering iron.

Instinctively let go of the palm of his hand, his eyes stared, but he could clearly see the pattern in the palm of his hand that was in the same vein as the texture of the black and white Luanwu.

This picture is called Zang Lei Wen, which is a wonderful formation that has been handed down from ancient times to the present, which can contain thousands of thunder power, and can also resist the fury of thunder and lightning.

"With this hidden thunder, then wouldn't I be able to control that white fairy thunder?" Excitement and excitement have completely covered Sun Wukong's cheeks.

His gaze turned to the void position, and when his mental power surged, the immortal thunder obediently turned into a pool of white mist, and then fell down.

The intense suction force was now sucking all the white mist into the thunder stick, and the cooperation was extremely tacit, as if there was a wonderful connection between the two.

And the black and white luanwu hovering above the sky arrogantly faded away from its substantive body at this moment, and turned into a virtual light and shadow and fell down.

The light and shadow are connected end to end, turning into a black and white beast-shaped halo, with two lilac crystals as the center, quietly hovering at the ends of the thunder stick.

After careful experience, you can even feel the strong aura fluctuations from this beast-shaped halo, which is the key point where the thunder stick can absorb immortal thunder.

Even though the solid body has faded, the arrogance that is integrated into the black and white black soul is still strong, and if you want to tame, it will not happen overnight.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on the ground, adjusted his breathing, and put on a cultivation posture to peek into the subtleties at both ends of the thunder stick.

But just when Sun Wukong put his meditative vision into the stick, a picture that was enough to shock Sun Wukong suddenly emerged.

"This, is this ~" When the words came to his mouth, the shock in his heart was exciting, and Sun Wukong didn't know how to express it.

PS: Different sticks, different wonderful.