"Old ghost, I like your character of shining a killer weapon when you come up! In this way, Lao Tzu can also be happily extravagant!" As he spoke, Ye Qingcheng stretched out his arms, sensing the faintly vibrating aura of the earth. Then, he slowly closed his eyes, and the thunder nest that was quietly rotating on the heavenly dome seemed to gradually stop spinning on his control. He opened his eyes, and at this moment, the thunder nest on the sky dome suddenly stopped rotating, and pieces of silvery-white thundersnow floating in the cold wind also stopped flying, and suspended quietly, as if they were all frozen.

"Three Thousand Thunder !!!" The madness on Ye Qingcheng's face instantly became extremely hideous, and at this time he was even crazier than the most ferocious devil.

In an instant, the thunder hidden on the inverted cloud peak on the heavenly dome fell fiercely like a dragon snake dancing wildly.

"Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka!ka-ka-......"

The entire deep-sea lotus island has an area of hundreds of miles, and on the huge canopy, every upside-down cloud peak flies out a series of dragon-like thunderbolt pillars, directly covering this island, and the creatures of the island, including an ant, are all hidden here, except for the overwhelming white bone ghouls, who are not afraid of death and rush in the thunder.

However, under the bombardment of countless terrifying thunderbolts, they couldn't resist at all, and they were directly bombarded and turned into white bone fragments flying in the sky!

The shining, piercing thunder and the deafening roar of thunder were intertwined, turning this island full of bones into a thunderous hell once again.

Ye Qingcheng scanned the island that was bombarded by countless thunders with a fanatical gaze, this kind of crazy scene made him feel obsessed and excited!

For a long time, after a crazy catharsis, the sky dome seemed to have consumed a lot of strength, and the inverted cloud peaks all over the sky gradually disappeared, and the thunder spirit hidden in it also consumed Yan zhòng, and it was difficult to flash the thunder light again. At the same time, thick clouds cracked golden cracks, casting sunlight on the devastated island.

In the falling sunlight, the Deep Sea Lotus has become unrecognizable under the terrifying thunder bombardment! Circles of scorched black pits appeared on the earth, the forest was burning with raging flames, and the air was floating with pieces of snowflake-like broken bones, and the white snow melted rapidly under the scorching thunder, converging into streams and streams, intertwined with the lava on the ground, intertwined into a tragic and majestic scene!

"100,000 ghouls, just gone?" Ye Qingcheng gasped heavily, staring at the old ghost in front of him and said unsatisfactorily.

"I'm really willing!" A huge white bone umbrella solidified by white bones covered the throne of the old ghost, and black holes were also blasted out of it, becoming dilapidated. At the same time, his body was also affected by a thunderbolt, and the remnants of the thunder were flashing. At this time, from the dark light in his eyes, it can be seen that he is already panicked, and this guy in front of him is too crazy.

For a guy with a thunder spirit, the thunder spirit vein is undoubtedly a treasure more precious than life, and the thunder nest above Ye Qingcheng's head is a small thunder vein. The formation of a spiritual vein is extremely difficult, and it must be cultivated to the immortal realm or above after the death of the Heavenly Demon, and its spiritual source can be transformed. If a spiritual vein is obtained by a strong person with the same attributes, he will inevitably swear to defend it to the death, and then use thousands of years to absorb the spiritual power in the spiritual vein little by little and without waste.

As a result, Ye Qingcheng, a guy who could use thunder spirits, was completely careless, and squandered thunder and lightning wantonly, as if he could only enjoy himself by consuming all the thunder veins.

"Old ghost, I guess you won't live for long. Ye Qingcheng carried the broken sword and asked, "Sue me, who is Lao Tzu and what is his name?"

The old ghost was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at the gloomy wind hanging in the air in the distance.

"His name is Ye Qingcheng, but the one who controls his body at this time must be another soul!" Yu Feng said firmly.

"Forget it. Ye Qingcheng turned around and showed the pattern of a winged thunder dragon behind the spirit robe in front of the old ghost, and said, "Who is it?"

The moment he saw the dragon figure behind Ye Qingcheng, the dark light in the old ghost's eyes shrank suddenly, condensing a black pupil the size of a needle, and immediately stood up from the white bone throne, and said in horror: "One of the Seven Evils of the Great Wilderness, the Thunder Heavenly Demon - Crazy?!"

"It turns out that my name is Mad Mad. Ye Qingcheng turned around and said.

"Why did you provoke this guy?" the old ghost panicked.

The Seven Fierce Demons of the Great Wilderness are the seven heavenly demons of blood, wood, earth, metal, thunder, ice, and wind, and they are the seven ferocious ancient beasts of the sonic shock heaven and earth, all of which are the realm of the seventh order, which is equivalent to the hero-level existence of human warriors. In the entire Yuntian Continent, except for the Yun Clan's legion, there is no one to fight against, let alone a small country in the north of the town.

However, after the old ghost panicked, his eyes flashed with an unpredictable dark light, and he slowly sat down again, and said, "It seems that you are worse than me, and you only occupy the body of a little ghost, and you don't even remember the tricks before your death." ”

"So what?" Ye Qingcheng said indifferently: "As long as there is a thunder vein, Lao Tzu will still kill whoever he wants!"

"Really?" the old ghost held the Yin Emperor Sword horizontally in front of him, stretched out two pitch-black finger bones, and gently swiped on the Yin Soul Sword, reciting an obscure ghost spell. Suddenly, the Yin Emperor Sword immediately emitted a string of scales that stirred, and a trace of red blood flowed out of the bloodletting groove in the center of the sword body, and then slowly converged into a drop of blood. Finally, the old ghost gently waved two black bone fingers, and the red blood droplets immediately flew into the sky, spinning extremely fast.

"Bone painting!" the old ghost snorted.

In an instant, a series of cold black soul qi floated in the air, quickly condensing around the drop of ghost blood, forming a pitch-black ghost shadow. It stretched out its arms violently and let out a piercing hissing sound, and the snow-like white bone fragments that fell on the ground instantly flew up, forming a huge storm of white bones, converging and condensing around the dark yin ghost's body.

Ye Qingcheng immediately retreated a distance, raised his hand and waved, a thunder and lightning throne condensed behind him, he sat up proudly, unfolded his palm, and a ball of thunder spirit immediately condensed in his palm, and then was thrown above his head by him, he said: "I don't know how to do spiritual arts, Lao Tzu can learn it!"

Next, under the control of these two guys, on the devastated Deep Sea Lotus, two huge figures gradually condensed!

"Ka, Ka, Ka......" Thunderbolts quickly fell from the thunder nest and condensed around the black thunder ball, gradually forming an extremely large thunder and lightning puppet.

On the other hand, pieces of broken white bones quickly condensed on the Yin Soul, forming an equally huge white bone giant.

Shaoqing, a lotus heart cliff like an optimus giant pillar, standing in the center of the island, above the cliff peak, Ye Qingcheng and the old ghost each sat on the throne. Behind each of them stood a giant head nearly a thousand feet tall. One was a black brontosaurus puppet with thunder and lightning on its back, and its claws were bigger than a small mountain peak, and the other was a white bone skeleton that was thousands of feet tall with a cold aura, and in its huge bone claws, it carried a white bone chain as thick as a building.

"You want to destroy this island?" The old ghost stared at Ye Qingcheng's back, his feet standing under the Lotus Heart Cliff, but his head was higher than the thunder and lightning puppet of the Lotus Heart Cliff.

"As long as you can fight happily, it doesn't matter if you destroy this continent!" Ye Qingcheng cocked his leg and put it on the other leg, leaning on the thunder and lightning throne to speak casually. This is no longer the words that a young man who is less than fifteen years old can say, this kind of dominating the world can only be shown by the kind of ancient dragon that cracks the sky and the earth when he raises his hand.