Ai Hui in the sky, his whole body was shrouded in thunder. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The thunder in his body was swimming all over his body, even if his body had already been tempered by thunder, and he had excellent endurance to thunder, he was still hurt at this moment, and his flesh and blood began to become scorched and dry.

As he regained a little consciousness, the madness in Ai Huiyan's eyes faded a little.

He felt a little at ease, and the thunder really deserved to be the nemesis of the desolate beast. Thunder has a certain degree of restraint effect on those hair-thin black smoke in the body.

There was constant black smoke, which was extinguished in the thunder.

The damage to the flesh and blood doesn't matter much, and it can still be recovered if you find a way, so let's get rid of this weird black smoke first.

Ai Hui increased his Yuan Force to transform the thunder, hoping to make a move, but soon, he found that the situation was not good.

Half of the Yuan Force in the body had already been converted into thunder, but the amount of black smoke as thin as a hair had only decreased by about one-tenth. At this rate, his Yuan Power will be exhausted, and he will not be able to eliminate much black smoke.

He could feel that although the black smoke was suppressed, if it was slackened slightly, it would multiply in his body at an alarming rate.

Ai Hui's mind was spinning rapidly, and the clarity of his mind was especially important at this time.

Well?

He suddenly noticed that near the dungeon, there was almost no trace of black smoke.

With a move in his heart, could it be that the breath of the sword fetus also has an effect on black smoke?

Ai Hui pinched the sword technique in his hand, concentrating and urging the thunder in his body.

The thunder scattered in his body immediately converged towards his fingers, and a strong sword aura enveloped him. Ai Hui didn't trigger it, letting the Thunder Sword swim inside him.

The black smoke touched along the way suddenly disappeared, and the efficiency was greatly increased.

Ai Hui's spirits were greatly lifted, and now he had only one goal, which was to take out those dangerous black smokes. As long as the method is effective, there is no fear. He kept urging the Thunder Sword to swim through his body, strangling the black smoke.

Soon, however, Ai Hui's face became solemn again.

The black smoke as thin as a hair was more difficult than he thought, they knew the power of the Thunder Sword, as long as the Thunder Sword came, they would take the initiative to dodge, extremely cunning.

They are very slippery and more agile than the Sword of Thunder.

The Thunder Sword's consumption of Ai Hui's Yuan Force was very huge, and the Yuan Power in Ai Hui's body quickly bottomed out.

What to do?

In the depths of the sky, the whistling golden wind is a sharp blade capable of crushing everything.

Le Bu Leng is indifferent to the Golden Wind. His posture was strange, facing the ground, his limbs outstretched, and the whole person seemed to be lying on an invisible mattress.

Motionless for half a day, like falling asleep.

The sunlight from the sky converged on his back, forming a pale-golden pillar of light visible to the naked eye, enveloping his body.

A pale golden flame that was close to transparent burned silently at the bottom of the pillar of light, against his back.

Strangely, his clothes were not damaged in the slightest.

Suddenly, Le Buleng opened his eyes, and there was a wave of fluctuations from below, a very domineering thunderous aura.

Ai Hui, that kid?

What's going on?

Such a strong fluctuation shows that Ai Hui is going all out, is there any powerful master?

Le Bu Leng suddenly became a little interested, put away the exercises, the pillar of light behind him quickly dimmed, and the pale golden flame on his back submerged into his body. He moved his hands and feet, and his body fell to the ground like a meteorite.

Whirring, the whistling golden wind formed silver light marks around him.

The endless sea of clouds below rapidly enlarged in his field of vision.

For ordinary Yuan Xiu, most of the activity area is at the height of the clouds. The golden wind here is soft and not too hurtful.

Only the truly strong will like to swim in the depths of the sky, like a proud and powerful cloud whale.

It was like a stone falling into the sea of clouds, and his vision was white, but soon, he broke through the sea of clouds.

Call.

Behind him, the wings of a pale golden flame opened out, and the momentum of the fall immediately stopped.

Quietly suspended in the air, Le Bucold's gaze fell on Ai Hui, and his expression became solemn.

Moth fruit!

Unlike others who had only heard of the moth fruit, he had seen it with his own eyes, and had also participated in the hunt for organizations that used the moth fruit. Know how dangerous the moth fruit is.

He only left for a while, and Ai Hui fell into the moth fruit?

Le Buleng frowned, the moth fruit is incurable, Ai Hui is more auspicious this time.

It's a pity.

He shook his head secretly, Ai Hui was a promising young man he had seen over the years. But after a moment of regret, he calmed down and looked indifferent.

Le Buleng has rich experiences in his life, has seen countless geniuses, and has fallen countless. There are too many reasons for the fall of geniuses, some are due to problems in cultivation, some are encountering strong enemies, some are assassinated by enemies, some are indulgent, some are lost in fighting spirit, and so on.

What is genius?

Only those who survive can become strong.

Which strong man's feet are not covered with the bones of the so-called genius?

Ai Hui is just a small wave, one of those bones, it's not a big deal. This world will not be extinct because of Ai Hui's fall.

Suddenly, a hint of surprise appeared on Le Buleng's face, and the aura of the moth fruit on Ai Hui's body was weakening.

Can you suppress the moth fruit?

Le Buleng's heart suddenly aroused curiosity, and he felt that he had underestimated Ai Hui a little.

It was the first time he had seen it to be able to suppress the moth fruit.

How did this guy do it?

Le Buleng's heart was like someone tickling, and he couldn't wait to dissect Ai Hui to see what was going on in his body.

But soon, the surprise on Le Buleng's face gradually disappeared, because the breath of the moth fruit was climbing. He couldn't help but shake his head, sure enough, it still didn't work, at this rate, Ai Hui would soon become a nutrient for the moth fruit.

At this moment, Ai Hui moved, and he flew towards the clouds.

Le Bu Leng watched Ai Hui's actions, and his body did not move. He doesn't have the ability to save Ai Hui, and there is no point in going up and caring at this time.

In his opinion, Ai Hui probably knew that he was hopeless and did not want to die in front of his friends and companions.

The little guy is still quite proud!

A hint of appreciation flashed in Le Bu Leng as he watched Ai Hui's figure burrow into the clouds.

Well?

Le Buleng found that Ai Hui suddenly stopped in the thick clouds, and wondered, what does this guy want to do?

In the clouds, Ai Hui was surrounded by a vast white expanse, and he couldn't see anything. The wisps of cloud qi made his smoky throat feel more comfortable, and his blackened and dry body felt a little moisturized.

Whew, he let out a long breath, feeling the black smoke in his body that was frantically counterattacking, and the corners of his mouth pulled out an arc with difficulty, an arc of madness, determination, and mockery.

He urged the last Yuan Force, wisps of thunder arcs, and swam in his body.

It's like throwing a little spark into a pan of oil, and the thick sea of clouds begins to change.

The joy below the clouds is not cold, and it is moving.

The calm clouds overhead began to become agitated, and there was a faint light of thunder. Soon, there were more and more places where the thunder was lit up, and boom, a dull thunderclap, sounded in the depths of the clouds.

Lightning.

Snort, a stout winding bolt of lightning crossed the clouds, and a vague figure was faintly visible.

The little guy is crazy enough!

The color of appreciation in Le Bu Leng's eyes became more and more intense, and he remembered his younger self.

It's a pity.

Le Bu Leng gave birth to a feeling of pity for the second time today. This guy has a teacher for a long time, and he regrets it, he is more satisfied with Zu Yan in other aspects, but in terms of bloodiness and madness, he is simply not like his own students, so obedient and useless?

He suddenly didn't want Ai Hui to die like this.

Wouldn't the world be a lot less fun for such a crazy little guy to die like this?

Loulan rushed into the Matsuma Valley like a bison.

He Blind, who was forging, heard Loulan's footsteps and couldn't help but be happy: "Loulan? The greatsword is almost finalized, but can this thing really fly......

Loulan turned a deaf ear, like a gust of wind passing by.

He Blind Man was stunned for a moment, and said to himself: "So anxious, is something wrong?"

He shook his head, lowered his head and continued to do his job, such a strange thing as a big sword was beyond his cognition, and there were still many challenges to be challenged. But these incomparably novel places are the most attractive to him, and he indulges in them and can't extricate himself.

Loulan found Duanmu Dusk in the bamboo forest.

Far away, Loulan shouted: "Evening!"

Duanmu opened his eyes at dusk and looked at Loulan like this, a little surprised: "What's wrong?" Loulan. ”

It was the first time he saw Loulan so anxious, no matter what Loulan usually did, she was happy and full of energy.

Something must have happened.

Loulan asked urgently: "In the evening, do you know the moth fruit?"

Duanmu's expression changed drastically, and Huo Di stood up: "Who fell into the moth fruit?"

Loulan, who rushed to Duanmu Dusk, said urgently: "It's Ai Hui!"

Duanmu Dusk was like being struck by lightning, and he was stunned for a moment, his face pale: "What...... Will it be?"

There is no cure for the moth fruit.

Loulan didn't care about anything else, and said hurriedly: "In the evening, Loulan has no information about the moth fruit, so I can't analyze it." Do you know the information about the moth fruit in the evening? The more detailed the better!"

Loulan looked at Duanmu Dusk with anticrisy, which was what he had just thought of Mingxiu's brother Lu Chen. In the evening, he is Lu Chen's junior brother, and he is also a member of the Mu Xiu family, so he must know a lot of information about the moth fruit.

If there is a detailed data of the moth fruit, the difficulty of cracking the analysis will be greatly reduced, and the possibility of cracking will be greatly increased.

Duanmu Dusk calmed down when he heard this, his face regained a trace of blood, and he nodded again and again: "Loulan is right." I haven't read much information about moth fruits, only seventeen articles, and I'm starting to memorize them now. ”

Loulan's eyes began to flash red.

Duanmu Dusk's expression became serious, and he began to recite the content about the moth fruit in his mind. In the first article, his speed was just a normal speaking speed, and in the second article, his speed of speech increased sharply, and he didn't take a breath throughout the whole article.

Seventeen articles in a row, without a single word, I memorized it in one go.

He continued: "There are also a few articles that mention the moth fruit. One of them is 326 years ago, and there is a record on page 82 of his work [Records of the Washing of the Hall], which reads like this......"

Duanmu spoke quickly at dusk, and the red light flashed in Loulan's eyes.

Above them, dark clouds crushed and lightning thundered.

PS: Merry Christmas everyone! (To be continued.) )