All tragedy is helpless! If there is a better choice, no one will do the same.

Obviously, the young monk already had the consciousness of failure in his heart, and even though he had used his strongest immortal technique at this moment, he still couldn't reduce this hidden worry.

Perhaps, he was confident when he used the strongest immortal technique in a hurry.

However, as time passed, especially when he realized that the invincible Long Wei had not affected me in the slightest, he began to despair.

Too many things in life don't necessarily have to be revealed at the end to know the answer, and the bits and pieces along the way can already tell the whole story.

It's just that some people don't want to believe it, and some people believe it but don't want to admit it.

The most painful thing is that like the young monk, who has already believed in his own failure and admitted this fact, he still has to go on with his head stubborn.

This is a trait of people like him, and it is also the choice of many people who are forced into despair.

What if? What if it succeeds? You have to take a gamble, right? Anyway, the ultimate has already been used, and even if it fails, it's nothing.

But once it succeeds, the harvest is great.

Finally, with the sound of a dragon's groan, the thunder dragon roared and pounced on me.

This young monk really didn't lie to me, he was indeed good at physical attacks, and even this seemingly powerful thunder dragon turned out to be just an immortal technique to strengthen the physical body.

The dragon's head was high, and the dragon's teeth were sharp, but it couldn't match my iron fists, and it was directly beaten high.

Then the dragon's claws swept through the air, vowing to shatter the void, and the dragon's tail swept away, almost wanting to open up the world.

But it's still hard to shake me!

At this time, the brontosaurus looked extremely hideous, or the top of the horns, or the teeth biting, or the claws scratching, or the tail sweep, launching all kinds of dense attacks in a short period of time, in different forms, but all of them were powerful and heavy, which was an authentic physical fight.

At this moment, this thunder dragon left a deep impression on me, I didn't expect that by transforming, I would be able to increase my strength to such a point.

This situation reminds me of the scene when I fought the Demon Ancestor in the sky above Dongfang Fort, when I was incarnated as a white tiger, and I was able to suppress the Demon Ancestor with the Blood Devouring Maniac in my hand!

The more profound the realm and the more well-informed, the more you understand its terrifyingness!

But I rushed up and fought like that, and I won.

This is not to say that my newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, but that I had lost consciousness at that time, and it was entirely through the peculiarities of dreams that I was able to see all this through my own subjective consciousness in the real world.

But my intuition tells me that my transformation seems to be different from that of the young monk who is now incarnating as a thunder dragon.

His Thunder Dragon is a spell that strengthens his flesh by transforming while increasing his attack speed.

And I was ...... How to put it, after all, in the case of transformation, my consciousness is missing, and I can't describe that feeling.

But it just feels different!

For this difference, it seems that we can only look forward to feeling it next time I transform.

Pray that the next time I transform, I will be conscious!

I have to say that the young monk's attack after turning into a thunder dragon is indeed much more powerful.

If his original attacks were as dense as a storm, then now after turning into a thunder dragon, it is like illuminating the earth, pervasive!

But the result hasn't changed much compared to before, and it's still blocked by me one by one in the understatement.

I admired this young monk, after transforming into a thunder dragon, his attack speed increased dramatically, and I had to give up the idle posture of carrying my hands on my back, and I finally made some progress.

Although this is already a valuable achievement for him, it is not enough to rely on it to defeat me.

I don't know how he's feeling at the moment, but at least I'm in a better mood.

It seemed as if I was concentrating on the Brontosaurus' barrage of attacks, but in fact it only used a small portion of my energy.

I'm still thinking about transformation!

"When this Thunder Dragon Immortal Technique is cast, it needs to absorb a large amount of heaven and earth aura from the outside world to succeed, and it is a change from the inside out. ”

"Perhaps, at the beginning, it was the first step of transformation completed by borrowing the true element in the body......"

I pondered all sorts of conjectures about the Thunder Dragon Immortal Technique, and all the evidence pointed to its change coming from within.

This is the same as other immortal arts, which is achieved by adjusting the trajectory and layout of the true element in the body.

But in this case, it will be difficult for me, I can't rely on such conjectures to crack the truth of the Thunder Dragon Immortal Technique, otherwise it will be too child's play.

Or...... I could think differently!" I thought, the light in my eyes getting brighter and brighter.

"Maybe I can take the outside-in change method, use the advantages of my innate spirit body, manipulate the heaven and earth aura to form a cycle outside the body, and then perform some kind of immortal magic!"

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and in order to realize this conjecture, I mobilized more mental power to study the art of transformation immortals.

This made me seem more and more absent-minded, as if I was not fighting with a fellow monk, but more like an adult playing with a child.

This scene almost made me vomit blood in the eyes of the young monk, but there was nothing I could do about it, because I was in this state and I had indeed blocked all his attacks perfectly.

"You...... You are shameless!" He shouted angrily, and when the voice came out of the thunder dragon's mouth, it had already turned into a dragon chant, constantly echoing in the ring space, like a heavenly might!

But I felt as if I didn't feel the voice, and no matter how angry he roared, my mind stayed elsewhere.

Seeing that the long-term attacks failed to produce any results, the young monk seemed to have made up his mind, and after another round of attacks, the incarnated thunder dragon flew straight into the sky!

At this moment, the space in the ring seemed to be infinitely high, and he had turned into a small dot in my field of vision, but he was still flying upward.

I don't know what he's going to do, and I'm not interested in knowing.

Perhaps, he is brewing some powerful moves again, but what does this have to do with me?

Just as an adult does not care about a child's thoughts, many times the occurrence and change of the trend of things are indeed transferred by the will of the powerful.

Just as he was flying towards infinity height, dotted lines suddenly appeared out of nothing in the void around me.

It's as if there's an invisible pen scribbling in the air, and there's no order to be seen.

However, when these dotted lines appeared, they immediately caused the wind and clouds to change color, and countless heaven and earth spiritual qi were sucked from the depths of the formation space!

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