The fierce sound of "swishing ......" suddenly crossed the air.

But before the sound rang out and burst out. A light had suddenly lit up in front of him, and under the shroud of this light, the body of a silver-white monster in front of him lit up, and then it turned into a cloud of nothingness and disappeared completely.

He Yiming frowned and shook his head, he sighed lightly and said, "Failed again." ”

Mu Zilong patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Brother He, don't be discouraged, we have only tried dozens of times, where can we succeed so easily." ”

He Yiming smiled dumbly, compared to these Shinto seniors, his mentality did have some problems.

He Yiming has always been smooth sailing in the cultivation of martial arts, and he has almost never encountered major setbacks. And this time, the reason why he proposed to help Mu Zilong transform the more than 8,000 thunderbolt guns into mutant thunderbolt guns was actually because he had a certain degree of certainty.

But what he didn't expect was that the process was not as smooth as he had imagined.

The power of light sealed in the thunderbolt spear was so powerful that it was simply terrifying, and just by touching that kind of power in it, He Yiming understood that this person's cultivation had definitely reached the pseudo-god realm, and because he was specifically cultivating a kind of attribute exercise. Therefore, the power of his light is far greater than he expected.

With a long sigh, there is still a big difference between the martial arts of the East and the West after all, especially the martial arts cultivation methods of the light and dark systems, which are more and more systematic, far from being able to see through the little things that they have figured out.

In contrast, He Yiming's mastery of the Five Elements Exercises in the Eastern World is quite thorough.

With a flick of his wrist, he took out a thunderbolt again, and he gently stroked the smooth and cold body of the gun, feeling the powerful power surging in it, and muttered words in his mouth, as if he was inferring something.

Mu Zilong on the side glanced into the distance, there were potholes one after another, some of which had been filled in by quicksand, and some of which were still there.

These pits are the result of He Yiming's failed experiment, and in each pit there is a silver-white dead creature, and these guys are all captured by him personally. Although he also wanted to catch a few golden monsters, unless it was a pseudo-god realm powerhouse, with his strength, he could only kill them, but could not capture them alive.

Nodding to the Shinto puppet who was in charge of guarding not far behind He Yiming, Mu Zilong said, "The old man is going to catch another monster." After that, he didn't care whether the Shinto puppet could understand it or not, and his body shook slightly, and he had already left the place.

After a long time, the sand below churned slightly, and two of the lowest monsters emerged from the sand. They walked through the sand without a specific goal, and they came out to see if there were any life forms in the vicinity.

It's just that as soon as their heads appeared, two powerful forces suddenly poured down and stabbed heavily into their bodies.

The Shinto puppet that was originally standing behind He Yiming had arrived here at some point, and his feet were like sharp blades nailing the two of them into the sand. A force that could not be seen by ordinary people entered his body along his legs, and was connected by one hundred and eight relics, and finally converged into the Shinto relics.

He Yiming seemed to have a sense, he looked down at the puppet in his eyes, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Using the Shinto relics as the eyebrows is a unique initiative of He Yiming, and before this, even the Shinto powerhouses who had created this magical exercise could not do this.

Therefore, when the Shinto puppet was promoted to Shinto, its body also underwent quite abnormal changes, the most surprising of which was that every time he killed a monster, he would absorb a little bit of death qi into his body, and finally hide it in the Shinto relic in the center of his eyebrows.

Among them, the most obvious performance is undoubtedly those golden monsters. As long as the situation allows. Shinto puppets will suck them alive into dried corpses. And every time you absorb one more golden monster, the energy contained in the Shinto relics seems to be even stronger.

Such a change He Yiming was also unexpected, but he did not stop it, the stronger the power of the Shinto puppet, the safer He Yiming himself was, if one day, the Shinto puppet could be promoted to the pseudo-god realm in advance, then he would laugh in his dreams.

At this time, he took the thunderbolt gun in his hand and once again began to feel the power fluctuations that he had felt thousands of times. But so far, he still can't think of a way for him to use the power of light and darkness to replace the pure light power within.

Although the power of light and darkness seems to be stronger than the pure light power, the problem is that due to the different casters, the pure light power inside actually contains a unique power similar to seals and realms. Under the pressure of this power, he simply could not destroy the Thunderbolt without damaging it.

Of course, the amount of power sealed in this is not much, if He Yiming doesn't care about the thunderbolt gun, he only needs to forcibly erase it. It's just that in this way, this mouthpiece will also be broken and scrapped, and it will no longer be useful.

The figure flickered in the distance, and Mu Zilong had returned, carrying a silver-white monster in his hand. Although there was no restraint on its body, his body could not move at all.

Mu Zilong came to He Yiming's side and said with a smile: "Brother He, don't be anxious, even if you miss this opportunity, you can study it slowly in the next hundred years." ”

He Yiming smiled bitterly and said, "In another hundred years, I'm afraid it will be useless." ”

Mu Zilong glanced at him suspiciously. He couldn't help but guess the meaning of this sentence in his heart, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't guess the real answer.

Because closing the passage was something that all Shinto powerhouses couldn't handle, he didn't believe that He Yiming could solve it alone.

Suddenly, a powerful fluctuation of the power of heaven and earth was heard in the distance again.

This power fluctuation was even more powerful and incredible than the last time Ao Borui advanced to the Divine Dao, and even He Yiming was deeply shocked.

When a Shinto powerhouse is promoted, it will definitely cause violent fluctuations in the power of heaven and earth. It can be said that as long as you are on the same continent, this kind of fluctuation cannot be hidden from others.

And after having an experience, He Yiming immediately understood the meaning of this fluctuation.

His brow furrowed slightly, searching his mind for the familiar names. But it's a pity that he couldn't even sit in the right seat.

Raising his head and glancing at Mu Zilong, who had a strange face, He Yiming smiled bitterly: "Brother Mu, this power is quite weird, and the junior brother can't guess who has advanced." ”

Mu Zilong shook his head slowly and said, "You can't guess." ”

He Yiming was slightly stunned and said, "Why?"

"Because this is not a promotion at the peak of humanity, but a promotion from the Void God Realm. Mu Zilong said with emotion.

"Void God Realm ......" He Yiming said with a shudder: "Has someone advanced to the False God Realm?"

Mu Zilong nodded slowly and said, "This is a big deal, and for us, we are more sure of being able to support it, but I don't know who is so lucky." There was a hint of envy and loss in his tone, and he obviously regretted that he had not yet advanced.

He Yiming looked ahead. He carefully sensed the powerful and strange power.

Suddenly there was a touch in his heart, and faintly, his eyes faintly actinized.

The strength of the Pseudo-God Realm powerhouse is really different from the Void God Realm, and the fluctuations in the power of heaven and earth caused by the advancement are even more far away, and the most important thing is that there seems to be something more in the power fluctuations of the Pseudo-God Realm powerhouses, and it is precisely because of the existence of this kind of thing that the entire power system has become even higher.

Although the attributes of this fluctuation are not the same as the power of light, He Yiming faintly sensed some of the most critical things.

Gradually, his eyes grew brighter and brighter, because he had grasped something. Although these things are not complete, and they can't help him advance to the Pseudo-God Realm. However, it was more than enough for him to solve the problem of the Thunderbolt.

Mu Zilong sighed with emotion, and when he turned around, he happened to see the brilliance that flashed in He Yiming's eyes.

He was slightly stunned, and immediately understood that He Yiming must have understood. The old man's heart became more and more bitter, but when he thought of He Yiming's real age, he couldn't mention any jealousy at all.

He Yiming stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the tail end of the thunderbolt gun, and the power of pure light slowly entered it, this time the power of light did not enter directly, but spread in all directions, slowly invading in a way between virtual and real.

This is the way of reality that He Yiming experienced from the perception just now.

The power in the seal loosened for a moment, and then slowly poured out, and under the guidance of the power of the void and reality, it entered He Yiming's dantian in this way.

His eyes lit up more and more, this was the divine power from the powerhouse of the Pseudo-God Realm, and it had indescribable benefits for He Yiming to comprehend the Pseudo-God Realm in the future.

Originally, he just wanted to replace the power inside with the power of light and darkness, but after this realization of the way of reality and reality, he inhaled the power of the pseudo-god realm into his body, and this unexpected joy made He Yiming very excited.

Deeply inhaling the somewhat rough air, He Yiming tried his best to calm down, the power of light and darkness in his body boiled, and slowly entered the thunderbolt gun.

This process was already quite simple and familiar to him, and in just a moment, he had already instilled it.

His eyes suddenly froze, and He Yiming's expression immediately became solemn.

With a slight wave of his hand, a gun shadow appeared out of thin air, and the mutated thunderbolt spear came out of his hand and stabbed towards the unlucky silver-white monster that was thrown to the sand by Mu Zilong......