After a long time, Wei Wuji opened his eyes and slowly realized the changes in his roots.

Suddenly, he felt provincial, and walked to the side of the Ancient Thunder Lotus, carefully looking at the Haotian Flowing Thunder suspended above the Thunder Lotus.

"I understand, why Haotian Liulei, although it can refine the root bones, it can't help me, and finally evolve and promote. Because this Haotian Flowing Thunder is condensed by Lei Lian in this heaven and earth, it belongs to Lei Lian's chance creation......"

"I stole Lei Lian's opportunity to create and can barely be promoted to the second-order root bone, but if I want to continue to advance, I can only use my own creation. My thunder, my creation, is in the outside world, between the real heaven and earth! Only by refining with thunder in the outside world can I cultivate the Creation Sutra and change my own roots!"

"Every thing, every person, has its own destiny. You can steal it for a while, get some cheap and convenient, but you can't steal it for a lifetime! If you want to break the shackles and not be shackled, what you can rely on is your own creation opportunity after all!"

Wei Wuji's eyes had a little more understanding, and many incomprehensible truths in martial arts were also solved at this moment, and they were much clearer.

After recovering from his injuries, Wei Wuji exited the Gourd Wonderland and continued along the path, looking for a way out of the Thunder Domain.

An hour later, he suddenly heard footsteps in the distance, and hurried forward, hiding in the shadows, and peeking secretly.

No, such a monster shouldn't be called a dead body, it should be called a dead body, it should be called a dead body, more appropriately. ”

Wei Wuji saw in the distance, four beings who were like the dead bodies seen in the main hall, lined up and walked into the distance. His heart moved, and he followed far behind, into the distance.

Thunder roared down all around, falling not far away, but the path was very safe and almost unaffected by the impact of falling thunder.

Half an hour later, Wei Wuji came to a hill, and the four dead bodies in front of him existed, and walked to the back of the hill.

The hill was not high, and Wei Wuji climbed up the hill and looked forward, his face changed suddenly.

I saw that on the flat ground in front of me, there were three or four hundred dead bodies standing, and the strength of each one was comparable to the existence of dead bodies in the main hall. You must know that the dead body of the main hall exists, which can crush the Nine Heavens, and its strength is almost the strength of the Qi Refining True Realm.

With so many dead bodies gathered together, the fierce flames spread out in all directions like a torrent. Wei Wuji, who was a few miles away, could also feel this huge momentum.

And directly in front of the existence of these entities, a high platform of about ten zhang looked exactly like the teleportation platform when Wei Wuji came.

"This must be the teleportation platform, but how can I get close to so many ferocious dead monsters?" Wei Wuji lost his mind for a moment.

The only way he could do it now was to wait, wait for these dead beings to leave, and then go up to the teleportation platform, and if all went well, he could teleport out of here.

Two hours later, Wei Wuji saw a figure walking towards the dead body.

The dead bodies were all ragged and ugly, but this figure was different. He wore a white robe, and he was extremely fast, as if flying, and soon came close to the presence of the dead.

"This man, this man seems to be...... It's a middle-aged scribe!"

Wei Wuji was dumbfounded, his heart contracted suddenly, and his beating suddenly increased several times faster.

The momentum of this comer is many times stronger than that of other dead bodies. But his face, movements, and demeanor were not much different from the existence of other dead bodies! To be precise, this middle-aged scribe was also a dead body!

Wei Wuji was in the sea of consciousness, cultivating with the middle-aged scribe. The figure of the middle-aged scribe remained deeply in his consciousness as if it were imprinted. Although separated by a few miles, Wei Wuji dared to guarantee that he was not mistaken, this dead body was definitely a middle-aged scribe!

Just when Wei Wuji was surprised, the middle-aged scribe slowly raised his head, and with a pair of blood-red eyes, he looked at the location where Wei Wuji was hiding.

The hill where Wei Wuji was hiding was three miles away from the other party, but with this gaze, Wei Wuji felt as if he was being targeted by a natural enemy, and he suddenly felt cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Fortunately, his divine consciousness and mind were strong, and at this moment, he did not faint. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, regained consciousness, and finally moved his hands and feet.

But at this moment, the middle-aged scribe suddenly appeared in front of him as if he was hallucinating.

The strength of the other party, even if it is a thousand of themselves, can be wiped out with a wave of their hand. If you want to enter the gourd wonderland, it's too late now. The other party only needs one look to wipe out himself, and before he enters the gourd fairyland, he will die.

"Dead horses as live horse doctors, don't care so much, bet on luck!"

Wei Wuji hurriedly took out the jade slip, held it with both hands, and raised it high above his head.

As if he had made the right bet! Wei Wuji felt that the jade slip in his hand was taken by the other party, and the pressure on his body was greatly reduced, as if he was relieved.

Wei Wuji quietly raised his eyes and saw the middle-aged scribe holding a jade slip, staring blankly with a pair of blood pupils, motionless, like a statue.

"Strike while the iron is hot and gamble again!"

Wei Wuji stood in place, drawing circles in the air with both hands, and practiced the method of breaking the taboo in front of the other party.

The middle-aged scribe raised his head suddenly, looking at Wei Wuji's technique.

After the first set of techniques, Wei Wuji walked left and right, continued to draw circles, and then ran and jumped to draw circles.

After doing all this, Wei Wuji's heart was pounding. Just as he was considering whether to do this set of techniques again, the middle-aged scribe gently raised his hand, and the jade slip slowly flew towards him in the air.

"Thank you, senior!" Wei Wuji took the jade slip and bowed down.

The middle-aged scribe turned and swept into the distance.

Wei Wuji felt a huge force, wrapped around his body, volleyed in the air, and floated into the distance.

"Where is this taking me?" Wei Wuji's heartbeat intensified.

The middle-aged scribe's figure rose into the air, three feet off the ground, and flew forward. Wei Wuji seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, followed behind the other party, and floated forward in the air.

The middle-aged scribe's speed became faster and faster, flying in the void three feet high in the Thunder Domain, flying out of the distance of several miles in an instant.

Wei Wuji looked around, and found that the thunder around him was gradually becoming denser, and the power was several times greater, like a waterfall, falling to the ground, booming, it was a huge pit.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell, and a demonic beast was derived, shaking its fur, and running into the distance.

"Thunder evolved into a demonic beast, how could thunder evolve into a demonic beast?" Wei Wuji opened his mouth in shock, and his thoughts became confused.

Boom! The sky seemed to burst an embankment, and a thunderous hanging river surged