Putting away the Buddha's ghost refining flag, looking around, Xu Wen let out a long breath.

He just wanted to pick up some thunder stones, and he didn't have the slightest idea of taking risks, he didn't expect the danger to come so suddenly, and he almost died here.

The white ghost full of yang energy, the strange thunder stone formation, everything is far beyond his cognition, and this place can't stay for long.

Originally, I wanted to study the Thunder Stone Formation to see if I could steal something, but I couldn't care about it at this time.

Thinking together, he raised his hand suddenly, and several fireballs poured out in a row, blasting towards the ghosts in the thunderstone formation.

These low-level ghosts were all imprisoned in the formation, and there was nowhere to escape, and under the continuous attacks of lightning and fireballs, they were all blown into ashes.

Sure that there were no ghosts, Xu Wen walked into the formation and prepared to collect the thunder stones.

There are a lot of thunder stones here, large and small stones, small thunder stones are of little use, he went straight to a half-human-sized green granite, and the dark iron sword slashed straight down

The moment he came into contact with Qinggangyan, a strange tingling sensation came, and the fluff on the back of his hands and arms stood up one by one in his eyes.

A strange touch came from his head, and his hair seemed to be electrocuted to stand on its own.

The power of thunder and lightning in this formation is so strong?

Shocked in his heart, Xu Wen immediately let go, let the Xuantie Sword fall, his body suddenly rose, and he rushed out of the formation.

The power of thunder and lightning possessed by Lei Shi was extremely thin, and the previous experience of ghosts had also verified this, so he was relieved to boldly enter the formation.

Unexpectedly, this formation seems to have something else strange, and the power of thunder and lightning contained is far beyond imagination.

When he jumped out quickly, he inevitably knocked over some thunder stones, and in an instant, countless tiny thunderbolts poured out from each thunder stone, turning into a dense thunder and lightning giant net, surging towards Xu Wen.

There was no way to avoid it, Xu Wen roared angrily, and the mana rushed out, slashing through the air at a rapid speed, turning into a three-sided cyan wooden shield.

This is the strongest talisman spell of the Qinghuang Gong, the wooden shield technique.

The Buddha's refining ghost flags suffered great losses in the previous battles, and the ghosts were most afraid of thunder and lightning, so they would definitely not be able to carry the power grid, so they could only resist with mana.

Attracted by the wooden shield, the thunder net suddenly shrank, turned into three bolts of lightning, and struck the wooden shield fiercely.

Destroying the withering and decaying, the momentum shattered the three-sided wooden shield like a broken bamboo, and hit Xu Wen directly.

The scorching electric current went straight into his body, and Xu Wen was so painful that he couldn't scream.

Just when he thought that he was going to die this time, a lot of pure vitality suddenly gushed out from the current that was wantonly destroying in his body, and at the same time, the wail of the Dao ghost thing went straight into his soul.

Between the lightning and flint, Xu Wen suddenly understood what was going on.

This thunder stone formation looked like it was arranged by the white ghost, and he did not lay out this formation to help his companions purify the ghost body, but to refine them into pure vitality for him to absorb and reforge the ghost body.

There are other formations under the thunder stone, which have extremely strong thunder and lightning power, which can ensure that all the ghosts are wiped out.

It is precisely because of the large amount of mana absorbed that the white ghost is so strong.

Now, Xu Wen broke into the Thunder Stone Great Array, and also tried to destroy the formation, and immediately triggered all the power of the formation, and the power disk of thunder and lightning rushed directly into his body with the vitality.

These energies are not as gentle as those of Black Bead Rice, not only with the power of thunder and lightning, but also with the resentment of the ghosts when they die.

The white ghost itself is a ghost thing, and it is a ghost body that has been recast step by step with the power of thunder and lightning, so he is naturally not afraid of these, but Xu Wen is a little unbearable.

The rampaging thunder and lightning, the crazy resentment, and the surging vitality made his body instantly turn into a porcelain that was about to break.

With a deep drink, Yuehua's clear heart silk suddenly flew out, and Dao Yuehua fell, melting all the resentments that rushed straight to his heart.

With a wave of his hand, Huang Yadan swallowed it into his abdomen along with several grains of black bead rice to repair the injuries on his body.

Temporarily stabilizing the situation, Xu Wen sat down hurriedly, and the Qinghuang Gong was running rapidly, refining the vitality containing the mana of the ghost creatures one by one.

He was already at the peak of the second layer of qi refining, and he was not far from the third layer of qi refining, and he originally wanted to try to break through when he went back this time, but now in this situation, he could only risk breaking through in situ.

"Poor God, don't let anything break in!"

While praying silently in the bottom of his heart, Xu Wen ran the Qinghuang Gong with all his might.

With the protection of Yuehua's clear heart handkerchief, the resentment of the ghost thing can't affect him too much, but the power of thunder and lightning is not so easy to resolve.

Dao electricity rushed all over the body, causing wounds one after another, but they were smoothed out one by one by the power of Huang Ya Dan and Hei Zhu Mi.

Slowly, the power of thunder and lightning gradually weakened, and strands of mana were refined and integrated into the Qinghuang Gong.

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Time passed little by little, and Xu Wen, who originally had a painful expression, gradually calmed down a lot, and the aura on his body became thicker and thicker.

A bright blue light appeared between his eyebrows, vaguely forming the shape of a wick.

This place is very hidden, ordinary people will not find here, there are remnants of ghosts, and a little spiritual beast will not come, but it is free from the greatest danger.

Five days later, Xu Wen suddenly let out a long roar, and the last trace of ghost mana was also completely refined.

The cyan wick flew out suddenly, circled around him three times in a row, and then disappeared into the dantian.

Xu Wenmeng opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black gas full of fishy smell, and narrowly broke through to the third layer of qi refining.

It saved two or three months of time compared to practicing step by step, but if he could, he would rather spend more time than be so thrilling.

Qinghuang Gong has advanced to three layers, and the mana has increased by nearly two layers, and there are many more wood-based spells that can be cast, and the shortcomings of the lack of attack power in the early stage of wood-based skills have basically been made up.

And the Heavenly Eye Treasure Light Technique has also changed a lot as before, from the original once every three days to once a day.

In the future, there is no need to deliberately keep this magical power, and it can be used every day.

Just as he had speculated before, with the Yuehua Clear Heart Silk, the strength of his spiritual roots had surpassed that of the four spiritual roots.

Coupled with the uninterrupted black bead rice, it only took less than a year and a half for him to be promoted from the second layer of qi refining to the third layer of qi refining.

This place can't stay for a long time, and he can't take care of the stable realm, so he picked up some thunder stones, and he left quickly.

In an underground cave somewhere in the Western Hengjue Mountains, a pale young man was sitting in it.

Shadowy ghosts came and went around him, giving him white vitality.

Every time he inhaled a little bit of vitality, his face turned pale, but his expression was very happy.

After a while, the ghosts were all exhausted, like a lost soul, gathered around in a daze, waiting for orders.

"What's wrong with the numbers?"

After glancing at it, the young man suddenly muttered in a low voice, and his face suddenly became a little bad.

The pale eyes turned rapidly for a while, he snorted violently, and a strange fluctuation came out, and the ghosts swarmed out again, heading straight for Qingfeng City.