Spreading out the scroll, the esoteric formulas were all written down by the ancient proverbs, and his eyes finally gradually closed, and the whole person was restrained, ignoring the thunder roaring around him, and slowly entered the state of cultivation.

In this area, the thunder continued, the silver light flickered, and the layers of dark clouds around it rolled wildly, and one after another thunderbolts converged on the top of the cultivation platform, and they continued to split down.

As the old proverb goes, sit quietly and let the brilliant thunder pour down, although there will be some stinging pain when it is struck by the thunder, but this pain gradually turns into an adaptive patience.

With the operation method of the "Thunder Emperor Jue", Gu Yan gradually adapted to these violent thunders, and the next thing he had to do was to completely subvert the previous ordinary primordial god realm and condense the so-called thunder of silence. According to Yuan Cang, there is only a 30% chance, but the ancient proverb still won't give up.

And this kind of waiting, a wait of three days.

In the past three days, the ancient proverb didn't know how many times he had been struck by thunder, and the power of the thunder continued to pour into his body, refining his spiritual power while gradually assimilating the previous thunder attribute realm.

The old proverb sat quietly cross-legged, letting the violent thunder fall, but he did not move. He had the experience of thunder quenching before, and in the Valley of the Dead Soul, he even boldly introduced the ruined black thunder into his body, plus the thunder tribulation on weekdays, it was not an ordinary thunder, so this time, he was a little adapted.

However, although the quenching of one qiē is smooth, as Tong Yuan Cang said, the chance of this seventh layer condensing the thunder of silence is only thirty percent, unfortunately, it seems that the ancient proverb is also in the ranks of those seventy percent.

"Sure enough, it won't work!" the old proverb felt the violent thunder. But they could not condense the thunder of silence. I can't help but have some headaches.

"What's wrong?" Yan'er opened her eyes when she saw Gu Yan. There was a look of loss on his face, and he immediately asked. At this time, she is extremely relaxed, as Yuan Cang said, with a god-level spiritual vein, Yan'er is a demonic existence in cultivation.

"Yan'er, I'm going to go to the eighth floor, you just stay here and wait for me!" the ancient proverb looked at the one bathed in thunder. The beautiful thrilling girl, said softly.

Yan'er knew that the ancient proverb was crazy, but the eighth layer was too dangerous, after all, this seventh layer was already prohibitive. But she knew this guy better, and immediately stretched out her little hand to pull the ancient proverb, and said softly: "Don't force it, I'll wait for you here!"

Gu Yan patted Yan'er's white little hand, nodded slightly, and then his body moved, flying away towards the outside of the Thunder Prison. The seventh floor leads to the hollow of the eighth floor. It was above the cultivation platform under the Thunder Prison.

Shout!

Seeing the ancient proverb flying out of the thunder array, the disciples below cast their gazes. After all, when the ancient proverb entered the thunder array, everyone saw it, and it was only three days, and it had already come out, thinking that it was because of the failure to condense in it, or because they couldn't hold on, so those eyes were a little playful.

"That kid, although he is powerful, how can ordinary people stay in that thunder array!"

"After all, I persisted for three days, and it is said that he has six primordial gods, and he is a very strong guy!"

The whispers of some of the disciples quietly sounded, but under the cover of the roaring sound in the sky, they were not noticed by the ancient proverb.

However, it didn't take long for the playfulness in the eyes of those personal disciples to take shape, and it turned into a look of horror, because they saw that the ancient proverb's body moved, and it actually flew towards the eighth layer of the Thunder Prison.

When everyone on the seventh floor saw this scene, their mouths opened wide, and their stunned expressions instantly froze.

For the change in everyone's expressions, Gu Yan naturally didn't have time to pay attention, swept into the hollow, and what hit him was a burst of darkness, even if he hadn't approached the eighth layer, that ruined aura had already filled the entire passage.

The darkness lasted for a long time, but Gu Yan did not relax his vigilance at all, he had already planned, if the eighth layer was too dangerous, he would not hesitate to retreat.

"It doesn't seem to be too violent!" Finally came to the eighth layer, Gu Yan felt slightly, and found that the roar between heaven and earth had dissipated, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"This is ......" the ancient proverb suddenly turned his gaze, and his face immediately became solemn.

This is a dim space, the whole space is dark black, however, what is frightening is that above that space, there is a black thunder sea with no end in sight, and black thunder rivers hang down from it, like thousands of black water columns, falling from the sky.

"It's so rich that it's so thick!" the ancient proverb couldn't help but be secretly speechless as he watched the thunder gather and turn into a liquid deposit. What kind of dù should be rich in order to form the thunder sea.

The sea of thunder in the sky has turned into a pitch black color, although the frequency of the thunder flickering is not as frequent as the previous seven layers, but the occasional low thunder sound is to let the ancient proverb know how powerful the thunder here is.

The ancient proverb stared at those black thunder seas, where huge thunder arcs were jumping, and a low roar spread through this heaven and earth, carrying an indescribable power of heaven and earth.

If the sixth layer is a watershed, then the eighth layer is a qualitative transformation, the original dazzling silver thunder has been deepened, exuding a dark luster, and a breath of silence quietly spreads.

"No wonder Yuan Cang said, the probability of condensing this eighth layer has five layers, and this aura of annihilation is extremely strong!" Feeling the strength of those dark thunders, Gu Yan frowned, obviously, this place is extremely dangerous.

The ancient proverb is not the kind of person who is uncertain, but always acts decisively, and immediately moves towards the waterfall-like thunder sea.

The ancient proverb stopped at the lower edge of the thunder sea, and the thunder liquid, the closer it was to the center of the thunder sea, the richer it became, and the edge was much thinner, even falling drop by drop.

Even if it is a small drop, the ancient proverb can still sense an extremely violent power from above, and that kind of power, even if it is a Nine Cave Heavenly Cultivation, I am afraid that it will not be able to attract it into the body.

In the black eyes of the ancient proverb, the thunder liquid that continued to fall in the sky was reflected, and he actually took a step forward slowly, walking to the bottom of the thunder sea.

The thunder liquid fell silently, bringing a dark trail in mid-air, and finally landed on the young man below.

"Ahh

The palm-sized thunder liquid dripped on the ancient proverb's body, and in the moment of his death, the power of the incomparably violent thunder raged, blasting his entire upper body into nothingness, and the low roar also came from his mouth.

The thunder liquid seemed to have penetrating power, splashing a dark thunderbolt on the surface of the ancient proverb's body, and then quietly burrowed into its body. Suddenly, the bones, tendons and veins in the ancient proverb's body were constantly tempered under the power of such violent thunder.

Feeling the horror of the thunder, the ancient proverb felt that a lot of power was mobilized, and even the "Thunder Emperor Jue" was also cast, ready to meet the baptism of thunder.

Tick!

The thunder dripped down, like a wave of water on Gu Yan's body, and the moment he was stained with thunder, Gu Yan's body was like a heavy blow, and he was almost about to be shocked out, but he stood dead in place, and the defenses on the surface of his body were destroyed in an instant.

In just a few breaths, all those defensive means were defeated, and the black thunder liquid full of ruining power also frantically poured into the body of the ancient proverb.

Black arcs of thunder jumped on the surface of the ancient proverb's body, and the sharp pain that was enough to make him faint spread from his body again.

Gu Yan gritted his teeth, his body twitched slightly, and the spiritual power in his body surged wildly, resisting the impact of this thunder power wave after wave.

However, his little spiritual power obviously couldn't get much effect, and soon it was a complete collapse, the black thunder slurry raged in his body, and the meridians were all twisted by the impact, flesh and bones, and burst out with a seeping sneering sound.

The pain continued to spread, and the ancient proverb bit blood from his mouth, and waves of dizziness hit his mind, trying to make him dizzy, but he knew that once the dizziness passed, the raging black thunder would destroy his body to a mess.

The black thunder light wrapped the body of the ancient proverb, and the thunder flashed, jumping in a hideous arc.

The dizziness continued to impact, but just when the ancient proverb was a little unbearable to the sharp pain, a cold breath suddenly poured into his body, and under that cold breath, the severe pain in his body was suddenly relieved, and the raging black god thunder also reduced a trace of rage.

Not surprisingly, it was the warming effect of the Origin Spiritual Power.

Gu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and bit it again, so that it was nearly half an hour, and he slowly opened his eyes, at this time, the black thunder around him had all dissipated, and most of the black thunder was dispersed in his body.

As the old proverb goes, his face is pale, and when he moves his body slightly, it is as if his muscles have been torn, and the pain is incomparable.

Time passed slowly in severe pain, and for most of the next half a day, the ancient proverb was split again and again, dead and alive, and he could even taste the scorching smell of his body, and his whole body seemed to be numb.

I don't know how many thunderbolts have hit, the ancient proverb finally couldn't bear it, and fell headlong into the sea of thunder, his face was pale, he was constantly panting, and his whole body seemed to be broken.

With the Origin Spiritual Power and the healing wonders such as the Black Spirit Wood of the Earth, the ancient proverb finally regained a little clarity.

Barely recovering some strength, the ancient proverb felt extremely tired, and he didn't even want to move a finger, but although he was tired, he could feel that his body seemed to have become stronger again, and this kind of destruction was really good for the body.

Suddenly, Gu Yan's palm trembled slightly, and on the surface of his body, some extraordinarily strong thunder fluctuations seeped out, and that kind of fluctuation was so full that it could no longer be suppressed.

After closing his eyes for a long time, the ancient proverb finally opened his eyes slowly, and the deep pupils were as mysterious as the starry sky. (To be continued......)