According to the calculation of the white-bearded old man, Wang Mo should be under the continuous tempering of this black god thunder, increasing his strength little by little, but looking at the current situation, Wang Mo did not choose this way, he suppressed all the power absorbed into the body, all of which were suppressed and accumulated together, when these forces were dispersed, it was not very conspicuous, but once they converged to a certain extent, they would be like a mountain torrent, revealing quite amazing grandeur.

The Thunder Soul is a spirit of heaven and earth, and it is quite difficult to make it completely obey, even if it has the natural nourishment field of this thunder sea, how easy is it to easily turn it completely into its own power? If it is done in a normal way, even if it takes up nine months, it may not be possible to achieve this step.

And it seems that Wang Mo is also quite aware of this, so he chose a different way, that is, accumulation.

He suppressed all those powers in his body, which was like a teapot filled with boiling water, holding the spout of the pot to prevent the water vapor from rushing out, but this could only be blocked for a while, not for a long time, because once it could no longer be blocked, it would erupt into an extremely terrible impact.

And now Wang Mo is accumulating that kind of impact, once he gets to that point, he may be able to take advantage of this to soar into the sky, this idea is excellent, but it needs to bear more pain, at this time Wang Mo's body, maybe like a barrel of dynamite, once he can't control it, I'm afraid he will pay a heavy price.

The white-bearded old man smiled helplessly, this little guy is really perverted, it seems that he can only keep an eye on it, in case the latter has a change, he can take action immediately.

Boom, when the white-bearded old man smiled helplessly, in the sea of thunder, the black divine thunder still swept by, and the overwhelming bombardment of the figure continued to go, and that kind of power was condensed little by little under this fierce attack...........

And time, too, passes quietly in this boring penance.

............

During this period of time, the Yiyuan Sect also fell into a special quiet, and the top figures of the Dou Immortal Conference all disappeared in retreat, and after losing these figures, the entire sect seemed to have become much quieter.

Of course, under this tranquility, it is a tense atmosphere, many disciples are cultivating vigorously, after all, it will soon be the battle of immortals, although they may not be qualified to participate, but they also know a little about the situation of their Yiyuan Sect now.

In the battle of immortals in previous years, they were always the first in the first place in the first sect, until the last battle of immortals, some sects, suddenly pulled up, and they were even more eyeing them, trying to replace them, so that there were the so-called five major sects, and although many disciples of the Yiyuan Sect could not stay here for a lifetime, after they studied here, they might leave, and then go to a bigger place to experience, or return to the family and race.

But even so, this does not prevent them from having the kind of feelings they have for the Yiyuan Sect, although there are countless sects in this immortal capital realm now, but few of them can feel as much as belonging to the Yiyuan Sect, of course, this may depend on the fact that the Yiyuan Sect has a good reputation, the super first in the past, even if it is in decline now........

Everyone knew that the fifteen top figures of the Dou Immortal Conference were in retreat and penance for the upcoming battle of immortals, and they were all preparing to fight for the glory of the Yiyuan Sect, so naturally, they couldn't lag behind.

And perhaps it was because he was aware of the atmosphere in the sect, Feng Wenruo actually spoke, as long as he could touch the disciples of Dumen, they would all have the qualifications to enter the Luo Sheng Domain, this news came out, and the quiet Yiyuan Sect suddenly boiled again, and countless disciples with good talents were all red-eyed, these times, they were constantly going back and forth in the training hall and the major spirit gathering arrays, racing against time to cultivate, trying to let themselves touch the realm of Du Men, and then obtain the qualification to enter the Luo Sheng Domain.

Under this kind of encouragement, it is indeed a good effect, after all, there is no shortage of geniuses in the Yiyuan Sect, and some old disciples also have a lot of staying at the point of half-step injury or injury to the door of the Nine Palaces, only need to take that step, that is, to be able to leap up and enter the Du Gate, therefore, in this short period of two months, those outstanding disciples who have precipitated for several years, some people have also begun to make breakthroughs, which makes the passionate atmosphere within the Yiyuan Sect skyrocket...........

And when the atmosphere in the Yiyuan Sect was hot, the sea of thunder still seemed dim, thundering, and constantly resounding.

In the sea of thunder, Wang Mo sat quietly, on the surface of his body, there was a silver thunder arc flickering wildly, constantly drilling out of its pores, an indescribable frenzied force, as if nothing was emitted, so that the surrounding thunder pulp was constantly boiling.

Everyone could feel what a huge amount of power was piled up in Wang Mo's body at this time.

In the sea of thunder, there was still a black divine thunder constantly whistling, landing on Wang Mo's body, exploding a thunderbolt in the sky, Wang Mo's body trembled slightly, frantically absorbing the power of the black divine thunder that invaded the body and the majestic thunder spirit, but the brows were slightly wrinkled, and the feeling of explosion had not yet come.......

"It's still not enough... It's still not enough....."

The white-bearded old man stood with his hands in his hands, he looked at Wang Mo, who was almost annihilated by the black thunder light, and his brows were also wrinkled, this has been a full six months, but the power accumulated in Wang Mo's body has not yet reached the level of thick accumulation, although if it breaks out now, Wang Mo should be improved both in terms of his own strength and the fusion with the thunder soul, but obviously the degree of improvement will not satisfy him.

After all, after six months of adaptation, Wang Mo has begun to have some resistance to these black divine thunders.

"In that case, I'll give you something more powerful........" A smile appeared on the white-bearded old man's old face, and then he waved his robe, only to see the deepest part of the thunder sea, as if there was a low roar, the thunder slurry fluctuated, and only a black dragon slowly emerged from the dark seabed.

The whole body of the dragon was filled with thunder light, the body was huge, glowing with a cold and vigorous luster, this black dragon was the thunder spirit in this thunder sea, but now it has been sealed by the white-bearded old man, so the form is also accompanied by some changes in the white-bearded old man's mind.

This Lei Ling looked at Wang Mo who was sitting in the thunder sea with huge eyes, and immediately opened his hideous mouth and roared violently.

Boom! A huge pillar of thunder slurry light suddenly erupted from the giant mouth of the thunder spirit, and finally tore through this thunder sea, spraying fiercely on Wang Mo's body.

Snort!

Wang Mo's body trembled violently, and the black thunder flashed wildly all over his body, and on the surface of his skin, there were even tiny blood marks, which was caused by his ** being unable to withstand the huge force in his body.

However, even so, Wang Mo still had no intention of stopping, but frantically absorbed the vast power contained in the thunder pulp light pillar, he now, the more ruthless he suppressed now, the more fierce the outburst became, he had been suppressed for six months, and he had been tortured for six months, but he didn't want to be satisfied casually.

The white-bearded old man stared at Wang Mo tightly, he looked at the blood lines that continued to spread on the surface of the latter's body, and his face was also a little solemn, this little doll really has a lot of appetite, but isn't he afraid of killing himself in one bite?

Do you want to continue? The white-bearded old man frowned, and then shook his head helplessly, forget it, this little doll doesn't look like a reckless person, since he has this appetite, he should also know the danger, he should try to help him now, after all, his identity is not ordinary!

Thinking of this, the white-bearded old man no longer hesitated, and with a flick of his fingers, he saw that the thunder spirit roared again, and another thunder light that condensed the vast power roared out, enveloping Wang Mo's body.

Sneer....

The blood lines spread rapidly, and from a distance, Wang Mo seemed to be a paper figure about to be broken, and people were terrified to see it.

Click.... There seemed to be a subtle voice that suddenly sounded, and the pupils of the white-bearded old man shrank suddenly.

Click....

The faint and inaudible sound of shattering was almost imperceptible in the thunderous thunder sea, but at the moment when this voice sounded quietly, the white old man's face became solemn, and his body seemed to be tense at this moment, his eyes penetrated the thunder sea, staring at the thin figure.

Rumble!

The vast and violent fluctuations, like a volcano, suddenly erupted from that position, and the man whose body was covered with blood lines actually had black thunder rays emanating from the blood lines in his body, spreading all over his body, and a powerful and abnormal thunder fluctuation continued to seep out from those blood lines.

That **, as if it was going to be broken at this time.

Wang Mo's eyes also opened abruptly at this time, his hands were sealed, and he drank violently, sounding like thunder, and the thunder slurry around him was directly torn apart under his shouting, forming a huge vacuum area, and he could no longer get close to Wang Mo.

The intersecting thunder arcs of silver and green colors jumped wildly on the surface of his body, and these lightning arcs condensed, as if they had turned into a huge thunderstorm behind him.

"Is the power of the divine thunder accumulated in the body too strong?" The white-bearded old man watched this scene closely, looking at this situation, Wang Mo's ** body was already a little unable to withstand the terrible power that he had accumulated in his body, if he forcibly held on, I am afraid that this body would have to be destroyed.......