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Don't use cultivation.

Feel the breath of thunder.

Summon more nine-colored thunder.

The first point has been verified, and the third point is not sure whether it can be achieved.

Therefore, what Mo Yu is doing now is to implement the second point.

The whole person was completely relaxed, opened all the vigilance of the soul, and felt the thunderous breath that came from the nine heavens.

At first, I was dazed, like seeing flowers in the fog, but after all, I was separated by a layer.

But soon, Mo Yu's consciousness involuntarily immersed himself in it.

A little light, appearing "in front of his eyes", is becoming clearer and more numerous.

Gradually, it seemed to be intertwined into a starry sky.

Outside the Heaven Filling Peak, the priest's face changed slightly, and his eyes fell on Mo Yu's body, gradually becoming brighter!

On the surface, he just stood casually, without any difference, through the connection with the ancestral land.

The sacrifice could feel a certain aura emanating from Mo Yu's body.

It was a level that he was extremely familiar with and desired, but was destined to be untouchable in his lifetime.

After a long time, the priest sighed lowly, "What a guy who is shocking and envious." ”

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In fact, not only one person is sacrificed, but for all the powerful people gathered in the ancestral land, and even for all the powerhouses of the great world, they will never forget today.

Above the distant sky, when the tenth black thunder fell, after a short pause, the descending heavenly thunder changed.

It is no longer pure darkness, infused with a pure white, but without the slightest warmth, but revealing a cold, indifferent coldness.

Subsequently, the power of the heavenly thunder was raised to a new level.

Two-color sky thunder.

The ancient king silently calculated in his heart the time it would take for ten black thunderbolts to descend. Because it was simple, he had the answer in the blink of an eye. The calm face was slightly moved, and the ancient king's face became solemn, knowing that there was no accident, there was a great possibility that Mo Yu would be able to usher in the nine-colored thunder smoothly!

Calm and calm like him, deep in his eyes, he couldn't help it, revealing a touch of envy.

Nine-Colored Thunder ......

When the Heavenly Peak appeared, the endless years passed, and there were less than thirty people who could summon the nine-colored heavenly thunder.

Any one of them will become a powerful person in the future.

Boom Boom

As time passed, the power of the thunder increased, and the heart-pounding roar could gradually be heard in the ears.

It was no longer delayed, but at the moment when the thunder appeared, it sounded directly in the ears of everyone in the ancestral land.

It's as if there is some kind of invisible power contained in the heavenly thunder, making its sound ignore the spatial barrier.

Tricolor, black, white, red.

Four colors, black, white, red, orange.

Five colors, black, white, red, orange and yellow.

Six colors, black and white, red, orange, yellow, green.

Seven colors, black and white, red, orange, yellow, green, and green.

Eight colors, black and white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue.

The heavens and the earth gradually fell silent, all the sounds disappeared, and all eyes looked nervously and expectantly at the sky overhead.

Far away, eight-colored thunder has already descended on the ten realms.

Next, is it the end, or is it the end?

Time passed, and every moment passed extremely slowly, as long as a year.

But it is passing after all, not slowing down, let alone stopping.

Three-interest ...... Five-interest ...... Eight Breath ......

The thunder still hasn't come.

The ancient king frowned, and his eyes showed thought, could it be that before, he had miscalculated?

Turba's face was expressionless, but some very slight changes in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes revealed the pleasure in his heart.

Beside the Black Lake, all the powerhouses of the Great World who had been looking up for a long time had a trace of disappointment flashing in their eyes.

It's over......

As soon as this thought came to mind, a terrifying loud bang suddenly came from overhead.

With a copy, the suppression of the life level came blatantly, in the souls of all people.

The ancient king's heart shrank, and he raised his head sharply, looking far away.

A thunderbolt that seemed to be slow, but was actually extremely fast, descending unpredictably.

Black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple...... Nine colors!

Nine-colored sky thunder.

After a moment of silence, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Beside him, Tulba's eyes widened, and the relaxation on his face froze completely.

In the sleeves of the robe, the fists were clenched together, and a strong unwillingness welled up in the depths of his heart.

Nine-Colored Thunder ...... He actually led down the nine-colored heavenly thunder!

Boom Boom

Boom Boom

The rolling sound reverberated in the air, forming a terrifying tide that enveloped the entire ancestral land.

Even if you are separated by an endless distance, you can still clearly feel the terrifying power contained in this thunder.

It makes the soul tremble!

The nine-colored heaven and earth fell, and under the originally empty sky, a black mountain peak suddenly appeared.

So far away, it should be very vague, but it is strange, as if it is close at hand.

When it was close, everyone could see clearly that on the black peak, the tall figure with its arms outstretched, its eyes slightly closed, and its face was unwavering.

It's Mo language!

Boom -

Nine-colored thunder, like a waterfall, instantly submerged his figure.

But such a terrifying nine-colored heavenly thunder still couldn't hurt him at all, and the faint silver light emitted by the Heavenly Peak was only slightly thicker.

It is enough to make the nine-colored heavenly thunder decompose and turn it into the purest thunder power, which is absorbed by Mo Yu.

This scene made all the powerhouses of the Great World beside the Black Lake show deep jealousy in their eyes.

It is unimaginable that you can harvest majestic power without half a point of danger.

Of course, deep down in their hearts, they also know very well that those who can climb the Replenishing Heaven Peak are all strong beings who are destined to become big shots.

They never, ever, will never have that opportunity.

Boom Boom

Nine-colored heavenly thunder, the second path, descend!

The sacrificial expression was solemn, his breathing was slightly short, he stared at Mo Yu's back tightly, and there was irrepressible excitement in the depths of his eyes.

Nine-colored sky thunder, see nine-color sky thunder again.

This Mo language really has a lot of origins.

Could it be that there is some kind of connection between him and the ancestor?

Thinking of the ancestral spirit riot before, a touch of scorching heat flashed under the eyes of the sacrifice.

At this moment, the third nine-colored heavenly thunder has arrived!

Boom Boom

Even if the more tyrannical power has stepped back and stood in a safe enough place, it can feel the terrifying power of the vast sea.

But at this moment, the sacrificial face suddenly became gloomy.

He looked up and looked at the ancestral land, a mysterious place that even he didn't know where it was.

The invisible oppression is rapidly dissipating......

Heavenly thunder, it's really over.

The third thunder, but only the third thunder.

There was a hint of disappointment in the priest's eyes.

This performance, in countless years, can only be regarded as medium among the nine-colored heavenly thunders that have appeared by chance.

Naturally, it overturned the speculation that Mo Yu had some kind of connection with the ancestral spirit.

But at this time, the priest didn't notice it, and Mo Yu, who had his back to him, slowly opened his eyes.

Hmmm――

The essence is swept by!

At all costs, lead down more nine-colored heavenly thunder.

Mo Yu didn't understand this sentence before.

But now, he understood what the nine-colored heavenly thunder represented.

In this way, how could he be willing to get only three nine-colored heavenly thunders!

Feeling the terrifying aura above his head, which quickly dissipated, Mo Yu's mind was racing.