Pale light, dark clouds.

The thunder was like a sword cutting through the sky, covering the sky, cutting through the hot and scorching air one after another, leaving traces woven together, like one after another behemoth trees hanging down from the high sky, each leaf was brilliant and silvery, and in an instant roared and bloomed in the roar of the wind.

Thunder roared.

The rain is falling, crackling!

Xiao Nian has experienced too many times in the world, Chen Yu knew in his heart that his head was full of thunder power, so he temporarily avoided the sharp edge, only to see that the mana around him was wrapped like flowing water, and every time a thunderbolt fell, he was lifted out lightly, and exploded in the clouds and rain on the side.

Fly through the sky clouds and fly to the top of the sea of clouds. The Yuanshen High Residence Lingtai loomed, and the lightning guidance technique was cast, and the smart floating light was like an invisible and substantial big hand grasping the surroundings, and the unruly thunder was crumpled together under his feet.

The thunder light mass was huge, about three zhang long, and the thunder and lightning surging inside were almost liquefied, filling the field of vision with silver white.

However, compared with the boundless behemoth Lei Hai under him, it looks petite and too delicate.

Chen Yu looked at it fixedly, his expression calm. This group is not comparable to the power of heaven and earth, not to mention that thunder and lightning can penetrate the spirituality, and the excessive electric light gathered close to the body will affect the next arrangement and action.

Moreover, compared to the thunder clusters that were grabbed and aggregated when they were inscribed with thunder marks before, the movement of this one is now several times larger.

Enough for now.

He secretly said that the thunder marks that were fused into his body could absorb and transform thunder, making it more gentle and easy to control.

It is expected that the construction of a large cycle requires constant external impact, and this domesticated electric light is undoubtedly more suitable for the transition than the manic, intermittent and unsustainable natural lightning.

Not only that, Chen Yu looked around, hundreds of thunderbolts roared into the sky, and sometimes exploded into the dazzling white waves, looking closer, it was enough to make people frightened.

After all, the Thunder Light Regiment is just the beginning, everything is going well, and the mana, spirit, and various forces in the body will be built together in the near future, and there will be no more chaos and chaos now.

However, what is needed to suppress these forces is by no means satisfied by a weak thunderbolt drawn by one or two spells.

Only the raging thunder sea in front of him meets what he wants.

"In the end, turn the entire thundercloud into a furnace and temper yourself with great power."

He muttered, and made a lot of preparations for this.

Thoughts are surging and dissipating, and these things can only be thought about until the initial composition of the cycle, when the three laws will be one, all will be integrated, and the spirit will be sublimated together in the extreme, and the power of restlessness will inevitably be not stable enough, so that the shackles of the thunder marks will be released, and the thunder pouring will really be greeted by the sky, and this calamity will be used as a hammer to break the shackles that have been surrounding the body and spirit for a long time.

Exhale like a dragon, and the wind howls.

At this moment, with a wave of his hand, more than 100 spiritual texts flew out:

With clouds as the line, draw a spirit gathering array, and connect the heavenly spirits; Reincarnation and flesh purification rely on the bone meridians to silently carry and increase every wisp of qi and blood; The turtle breath technique retains the internal breath, and if the baby breathes in, it will cut off the faint vitality in the thunder tear...... The Hundred Tricks, Divine Summoning Techniques, and Breathing Methods are all used at this time.

At this moment, his state has reached the extreme!

Then the mana fell silent, and the primordial spirit sprinkled a layer of misty gold, and then it also disappeared from the eyebrows, and it left the mud pill and chose to sink into the depths of consciousness, isolating everything.

On the other side, the thunder marks operated independently, and more than a dozen chains shot out from the thunder light cluster and inserted into the flesh.

Poof! The lightning slashed the flesh and blood, and the Yuan Blood, which had no mental suppression, began to boil.

Heartbeat. He duly sank down the body that had lost its brilliance and blocked its mana, and fell on his back in the rippled thunder of silver mercury.

Rumble!

The spirit sealing technique that had been laid in the body early was broken, and the power of the spirit sealing was no longer there, and the spiritual light in the whole body suddenly exploded.

According to the plan, he let it go, calmed his mind, and waited in the silence.

The blood of the yuan is surging and surging, and it gives birth to five colors, entangled like dew. Floating clouds, stirring with white thunder. In this mist and invisibility, the thunder light mixed with the ruddy yuan blood disintegrated, and the mist rose up.

In a trance, the spirit gathering array was triggered, and the fluffy Lingxi shuttled from the extreme of the sky three thousand zhang away.

Combined with the chaotic and unclear mist, it gradually arched and turned into a jade-white portal.

——The portal opens, the starlight is ethereal, and the sublimation officially begins.

At the same time, Chen Yu also fell into a situation of no self and no other.

And in the outside world, just as he expected, the Yuan Blood squeezed every inch of blood and bones, the skin and flesh were exhausted, the muscles and muscles were sluggish, and the consciousness was gradually emptied, and the chaotic storm swept through the brain domain, and the mud pills were shaken, and finally completely shattered along the cracks that had not yet been filled!

Everything turned into nutrients, and at the same time, it had both qi and blood and spirit, and it was poured together in the jade-colored portal.

The pure Lingxi rushed out of it, gathering bit by bit, turning into a wave of rivers and rivers, and like a heavenly river bursting its embankment, the waves intertwined with Lingxia hit a hundred feet high, pushing the gold mountain and falling against the cloud like a jade pillar.

Boom!!

Resounding through the mountains and seas! Heaven and earth are quiet!

The next moment, Lingxi swarmed out endlessly, shattering the jade gate with invincible momentum and piercing the thunder sea.

There was a buzz, but I saw a handful of brilliant rainbow light shining from the top of the clouds, pushing away the black clouds and plunging straight into the earth.

In the brilliant color, a round of the sun is dyed with Lingxia, and the golden glow is particularly dazzling.

Fan Shiji has a county chronicle to record this day: the skylight, the brilliant flames, the oil splashed ink clouds are all surging, but listening to the thunder, the hope is like the sky collapses, the appearance is terrifying, and there is no reason.

……

Haizhou.

In the southeast corner of the beam, this is a boundary that not many people understand, Qian Xuanzhong took his wife and mother, and a group of five people came here from Jinzhou.

The drunken atmosphere carries the fishy sea.

It is as if the waves are rolling in front of you, like the sea.

There are three lakes in Haizhou, all connected with the East China Sea, it is rumored that there are evil dragons in the sea, every quarter moon, that is, on the 234th day, all along the coast to send 7749 birthdays of the eight characters of yin and yang boys and girls, otherwise it will call for wind and rain, rushing to the monstrous waves to attack.

The people of the sea were miserable, the officials were cowardly, and the upper echelons of the state capital were in collusion with the evil dragons, looting children from the people, and at the same time digging three feet into the ground and snatching silver, money, grain, cloth, etc., until the time of Wu Zhao, a scribe held a Confucian book and entered the sea alone.

At the right time, thunderclouds rolled, torrential rain poured, and the river and sea were overturned for more than ten days, after which the scribe never came out, but the evil dragon also disappeared, and the coast returned to tranquility and peace.

"Just listen to Jing Ye's slow reasoning, the paper scroll in his hand cut through the sea and sky, revealing all kinds of jewels and jade corals underneath, and the evil dragon was entrenched on a pearl the size of a human head, and his whole body was filled with gold and silver."

In the tavern, there are not many visitors, but it is far less depressed and dignified than in other state capitals, and the scattered seven or eight people follow the storyteller's frustrated words constantly laughing and talking, and the atmosphere is very lively.

Syllable!

"There are thousands of treasures, and the price is incomparable, but in the eyes of Jing Ye, it is like a floating cloud, and it is not even as good as the embroidered handkerchief of the wife at home...... When it was, he suddenly stared, and his beard and hair changed color. Everyone, you know, what is Jing Ye looking at from under the evil dragon? ”

Smack! A copper was thrown on the stage, and some spectators jokingly laughed: "Lu Lao'er, don't sell Guanzi, how many times have you heard this story, hurry up!" ”

Others chimed in.

The old man surnamed Lu was not angry, so he continued the other party's words, picked up the copper in his pocket with a smile, and said: "That evil dragon is good at eating human flesh, and he especially likes the blood of young children." ”

"Jing Ye just slapped his eyes, and his eyes were red by a mountain of white bones, the child was petite, the skeleton was as white as snow, he should have been lying in his parents' arms babbling, but now he was swallowed by the evil dragon."

The storyteller danced and danced while talking, word by word to mobilize the atmosphere, and he told this passage I don't know how many times, and he knew what kind of tone and wording could mobilize emotions better.

So he became more and more sincere, raised his head and paused his feet, and looked up to the sky and sighed for those children, as if he had really witnessed a mountain of white bones in front of him.

Like the autumn breeze blowing, the meaning of grief is pervasive, and there are people who have deep empathy and can't help but hide their faces and weep.

"Jing Ye was furious, waving the scroll, reprimanding the evil dragon for all kinds of sins, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, turning into treasure light and beating the evil dragon whining and wailing!"

The old man saw the same, so he turned his head and began to continue the bridge of fighting the evil dragon alone, and the clever mouth made people's blood boil.

"Good!"

"Good fight!"

"Jing Ye is good!"

Qian Xuanzhong sat in the corner, and on the side was Qian Sheng, a person of the same clan who came to Haizhou together, before he found his mother, it was Qian Sheng and his wife who were taking care of Yang Huanyu all the way.

Later, several people met and have been doing things for him.

"The story is very well told, less..."

Qian Sheng said, even if he traveled thousands of miles and saw and heard a lot, Fang Cai couldn't help but fall into it, and was emotionally aroused by this storyteller, immersed in the picture of Shen Jing fighting the evil dragon.

However, as soon as the words came out, he slammed and looked at the one-armed young man across the table with a gloomy expression.

I still remember that when I was still in Qiyang, the mountain gate was still the same, and the old master led everyone to break through the huge foundation, but in a blink of an eye, it was robbed and man-made, and it was wiped out.

The young master is no longer the original young master, and now they who have wandered thousands of miles to Haizhou are far from being called Yuanyangmen.

On the other hand, Qian Xuanzhong didn't care, he was not the son of the so-called master of Yuanyang Gate early on, nor was he the young master of the Qian family, just a humble little man with hatred and respect for his mother for the rest of his life.

"How's Ya'er doing?"

He asked about his wife's current situation, he had been running around before, and after leaving Jinzhou, he learned that the other party was pregnant halfway, and then he went straight to Haizhou, instead of Jianye as originally planned.

Qian Xuanzhong didn't know what his mood was, perhaps the reason for fleeing to this remote place was not only for his mother's recuperation, but also for his wife and the child in her womb.

The blood was connected, and he was in a trance for a long time.

didn't tell Qian Sheng, nor did he tell his relatives in detail, on the night he learned the news, Qian Xuanzhong went out alone to buy wine, and he had never touched the wine since his broken arm, and he was very drunk that night.

At this time, Qian Sheng replied, Shu Ya is fine, and the fetus is healthy.

In fact, Shu Ya can be very well protected by Qian Xuanzhong all the way, even if she is still cold and rarely talks, but several people can see it, especially Shu Ya, who is rarely tired of being with him every day since she got married.

"Start a family...... With a home, the little bell won't mess around. ”

Qian Sheng's mind came to mind the words of Yang Huanyu at the beginning.

At that time, they had just settled in Jinzhou in the wind and rain, and the old man urged the two to get married, and now it seems that this is not unreasonable.

Shaking his head, these have nothing to do with him, Qian Sheng has undergone great changes, no more complicated than the young master's thoughts, he only wants to take care of this family now, including his mother-in-law, and the old lady.

Oh, and the future little master.

Or Little Miss?

When people are stable, they will inevitably think about it.

Haizhou is not as good as other places, Qian Xuanzhong and others who came from outside can clearly feel the peace here, as soft as the sea breeze.

Next to him, Qian Xuanzhong, who could hear the reply, was silent.

The storyteller on the stage was still speaking, adding a lot of new goods to the familiar passages, enlivening the atmosphere and arousing bursts of laughter.

He looked over, and it was already noon at this time, and the store was full of people, and there were many people seated.

The eyes are gloomy, and the right arm is empty, just like Qian Xuanzhong's clouded heart, but the lively scenery is so strange and distant, it seems to be untouchable.

At this time, a delicate face with a clever smile appeared in my mind, and the gentleness and concern of the day were like a warm current pouring into my heart.

Something was melting, and the buzzing voices rushed at him.

pursed his lips, sighed leisurely, and finally closed his eyes, only listening to the exaggerated performance of the people on the stage without saying a word.

……

Wen Song has been very unlucky lately.

He went out of the city to apprentice with the letters of his elders and further his studies, but he didn't want to be put in a place not far from the first good place in Beijing, and all the seven or eight people who accompanied him were taken captive and sent to the bandit village.

Then the stockade didn't even know where the bandit leader had robbed him, and a group of people came up, and then the stockade was destroyed.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he survived from the eyeless sword.

Unfortunately, this group of new bandits seemed to be more rampant and bloodthirsty than the previous group - this thin scholar saw with his own eyes that the other party did not speak reason, and as soon as he arrived at the cottage, he killed them, and the bandits who had flaunted their might and fierce to them not long ago fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, wailing and begging, and were immediately cut off and hung on a stake to dry.

"Everyone! The contemptible Chen Qingzhong, the people on the road are more respectful to me, and there is a nickname for crossing Jiang Qing! ”

The leader of the Xinshan bandits was a vicious middle-aged man, and Wen Song cowered in the crowd like an ostrich, not daring to look up at the fierce and vicious opponent, and even more afraid of the bloody headless corpse that he could see when he raised his eyes.

As for what Guo Jiangqing said, he didn't listen to half of the sentence, but only regarded it as some threatening words, and the left and right bandits couldn't say good things in their mouths, just to let them do coolies again and live and die in this mountain forest.

The sages are above, and the disciples' hearts to serve the country with their fists and fists collapse here, which is sad and lamentable......

On the stone steps, Chen Qingzhong, who deliberately cleaned up his face and felt that he was 'amiable' enough, smacked his mouth, it was rare to be able to speak in front of so many people, but it was a novel experience.

Well? Why did the man keep shaking his head?

Thinking back to the style of the bandits here, he sighed in his heart, it seemed that he was a poor person who was tortured by the Black Wind Village.

Thinking about it this way, the black guy just now should have been cut with a thousand knives, and he cut it to look cheap. Chen Qingzhong looked up and saw the corpse on the wooden stake on the top thoughtfully.

This is not bad, and if it ends up like this, presumably the young man who was made crazy at the bottom should be able to dissipate his anger.

The more he thought about it, the more he became, maybe the other party was happy now. With such a chatter, he also had a little more pleasure in eliminating evil and punishing traitors, so under Wen Song's terrifying gaze, the bandit leader in front of him actually asked his subordinates to hang all the bandits on bamboo poles and stakes in one go!

The living and dead are one after another, most of them have taken off their skin and don't feel well, moaning and crying endlessly.

Hiss –

This bandit! It's so tyrannical!

Trembling, he lowered his head, not daring to rise to the top.