"Boom ......"

A loud bang burst through the sand. This time the results were very different from the previous ones.

The silver-white monster that was stabbed by the thunderbolt did not disappear without a trace by the power inside, but just like the golden monster in the cave, its whole body completely exploded, and the flesh and green blood splattered, knocking out countless holes in the surrounding yellow sand.

Mu Zilong was slightly stunned, and then he was overjoyed, and said, "Brother He, you have succeeded." ”

He Yiming laughed loudly, his heart full of joy. This success is of great significance to him.

Among them, he should have benefited the most from the bright power that was sealed in the thunderbolt.

Slowly reining in his laughter, He Yiming half-closed his eyes, his mind sank into the dantian, and he began to comprehend the power of light in the magical pseudo-god realm in this place.

This force is indeed a little different from the light force he controls, it is a difference in level, not quantity.

Although the two powers of light belong to the same power system, one is paper and the other is coal, and the light and heat that can be released by the same volume when ignited are absolutely different.

Within his dantian, the light power of the pseudo-god realm was decomposing bit by bit, and this way was quite fast, only about a quarter of an hour. He has completely disintegrated all the power of the Pseudo-God Realm Light in a thunderbolt gun.

Faintly, He Yiming's control of his own power seems to be a step further, but this is only a rather subtle feeling, and he can't say anything specific.

After all, if you can grasp the power of the pseudo-god realm by casually analyzing it, this is really too.

With his arms outstretched, He Yiming seemed to want to hug the world, and he let out a sharp long howl. The whistling echoed in the open sand, growing stronger in the whirring wind.

Slowly, his heart calmed down, He Yiming's eyes flashed, and he immediately made up his mind to collect as much as possible the light power of the pseudo-god realm and store it, so that he could analyze and comprehend it little by little in the future.

He had such a feeling that this light power belonging to the pseudo-god realm was definitely a guiding light in his future martial arts practice, and in comparison, the effect of instilling the power of light and darkness and increasing the overall power of the thunderbolt gun was secondary.

However, Mu Zilong would never think so, his face was full of joy.

After experiencing the combat effects of these two thunderbolts, he deeply understood how powerful it could be if all the thunderbolts in everyone's hands were converted into mutated thunderbolts.

After He Yiming let out a long whistle, Mu Zilong immediately asked with concern: "Brother He, how much can you convert?"

He Yiming hesitated for a moment and said, "Since a way has been found, then you can convert as much as you want." ”

Mu Zilong's eyebrows moved slightly. The whole face is full of energy.

He removed the bracelet and waved it lightly, and there were more neatly arranged rows of thunderbolts in front of them.

Eight thousand thunderbolts didn't really take up much space, especially when they were stacked in an orderly manner.

He Yiming's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

With so many thunderbolts, if he could absorb all the light power inside, it would be of greater benefit to his future progress.

However, if it weren't for the fact that he possessed the Chaos Dantian, he would not be able to store the light power of the Pseudo-God Realm powerhouse, let alone comprehend this power.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of thunderbolt guns had already risen into the air, and under the control of He Yiming's divine power, their tails flew towards He Yiming and firmly attached to his body.

At this time, He Yiming's body was like a big funnel, absorbing the power of the hundreds of thunderbolt guns with the light power between the virtual and the real. As the saying goes, once born, two times ripe, when He Yiming became more and more proficient in mastering the power of blending the virtual and the real, the speed of guiding the power of light was even faster.

After a few moments, all the power of light was gone, and the thunderbolt was empty. No more divine powers. And at this moment, hundreds of combined powers of light and darkness surged out, and they took the place that originally belonged to the pure light power, occupying the entire thunderbolt gun.

In just half a quarter of an hour, the hundreds of mutant thunderbolts had been completely transformed.

Mu Zilong on the side was dumbfounded, in his memory, even the bright powerhouse of the pseudo-god realm could not achieve this level at all. Could it be that He Yiming's understanding of martial arts is still above that old man who has been immersed in the power of light all his life?

However, he didn't know that this golden mouthpiece contained two different powers: light and darkness. If you simply instill one of these powers, it will naturally be more difficult, but if you instill the power of light and darkness at the same time, it will be an easy thing.

It's just that in this world, He Yiming is the only one who can fuse the power of light and darkness into one. So he was the only one who discovered the secret.

He successfully transformed hundreds of thunderbolt guns in a quarter of an hour, and He Yiming was quite satisfied with this effect. Of course, the most satisfying thing is that within his dantian, hundreds of copies of the light power of the pseudo-god realm powerhouse have been condensed.

However, this amount is too rare for He Yiming, who wants to comprehend the pseudo-god realm.

With a slight shake of his body, more than a hundred mutated thunderbolt spears had gathered together and landed in front of Mu Zilong. Then, hundreds of thunderbolts flew around his body, clinging to his body.

In order to accumulate more power of light in the pseudo-god realm as soon as possible, He Yiming can be said to have spared no effort.

Batch after batch, after a full five hours, the eight thousand thunderbolt guns were already half missing, and they were within He Yiming's dantian. The originally extremely weak power of the Pseudo-God Realm's light had slowly accumulated. Although it is far from being powerful, it can barely be used for a while.

However, at this time, He Yiming himself felt a little exhausted, and his follow-up was powerless.

Just looking at the results of his time during this time, the four thousand mutant thunderbolts that have been transformed, there is also a trace of pride in his heart.

In just five hours, with the non-stop output, he actually instilled the power of light and darkness into four thousand thunderbolt guns, which was already quite a remarkable thing for a void god realm.

However, he admired the powerhouse of the pseudo-god realm more and more.

As this power is absorbed, the more He Yiming feels.

When that strong man exerts the power of light, it is absolutely up to the point, and the amount of it is quite limited, which is probably the amount of purifying a golden monster.

Just consider the number of thunderbolts this man has made in a hundred years, and it is understandable that he would be so stingy.

But being able to accurately grasp the power to this extent is that He Yiming is absolutely ashamed of himself.

He even had a thought in his heart that if he could ask for advice in person, he would have no regrets. Of course, he knew that this idea could basically only be an extravagant wish.

Those who can be proficient in the power of light must be the Western Divine Temple, who does not know the previous generations of Shinto powerhouses, and what he did before the Western Divine Temple was not hidden from those human peaks, so according to He Yiming's estimate. The strong man must have known what had happened.

Maybe in this environment, he won't come to his own trouble, but it would be unrealistic to expect him to teach him the secret art of light again.

"Brother He, you have to rest for a while, let's practice again tomorrow. Mu Zilong said in a deep voice.

He Yiming nodded slightly, he calmed down and began to absorb the power of the surrounding heaven and earth. In fact, with his strength, even if he transforms another two thousand, there is no problem. But if you really do it, then you will fall into a state of exhaustion, which is a situation that He Yiming has to avoid in every possible way.

An hour later. He Yiming opened his eyes and said, "Brother Mu, you can start." ”

Mu Zilong shook his head and said, "Brother He, you can rest for a while, we don't need to be in such a hurry." ”

He Yiming waved his hand and said solemnly: "Be careful of long nights and dreams, let's start." ”

Mu Zilong, who couldn't resist He Yiming, had to take out the remaining thunderbolt gun again.

Looking at the thunderbolts piled up all over the place, He Yiming did not hesitate to devote himself to the intense and orderly work, for him, he was indeed afraid of long nights and dreams.

Only by sucking the power of the Pseudo-God Realm Light in these thunderbolt guns into the dantian as soon as possible, would He Yiming really feel at ease.

In this way, five hours later, when He Yiming had converted all the last dozens of thunderbolt guns, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Mu Zilong's eyes looked at him with more respect.

He didn't know He Yiming's true intentions, he just thought that this young Shinto powerhouse was full of enthusiasm and did not hesitate to go all out in order to increase the power of the thunderbolt gun. This kind of practice of ignoring personal gains and losses will naturally make people particularly respectful.

After hesitating for a moment, Mu Zilong said loudly: "Brother He, these eight thousand mutant thunderbolt guns, you and I are each half. ”

Although half of it was missing, Mu Zilong was already satisfied, because he knew that as long as it was used properly, the power of the remaining four thousand thunderbolt guns would definitely be more than double that of the previous one.

He Yiming shook his head with a smile and said, "Brother Mu, junior brother doesn't need a thunderbolt, I just want to ask you for a favor." ”

Mu Zilong's expression froze, and he said, "Brother He, if you have any orders, just ask." ”

He Yiming pointed to the many thunderbolts on the ground and said, "I heard that there are also a large number of thunderbolts in the hands of other Shinto powerhouses, so I asked Brother Mu to pull the strings on my behalf and let me transform them together." ”

Mu Zilong looked at He Yiming in a daze, and finally bowed deeply to him, and said, "Brother He Gaoyi, my brother has ...... served."

He Yiming looked at the other party inexplicably, blinking his eyes. But I still don't understand where I show "high righteousness".