Another thunderbolt slashed at him, and his instinctive reaction forced Yang Xiaofeng to resist it, but Yang Xiaofeng immediately restrained this impulse and contracted his spiritual power into the golden pill.

"Xiao Feng, remember not to resist with spiritual power, otherwise all your efforts will be wasted. ”

Ling'er didn't know where to conjure up a stool, and sat on the stool by herself, watching everything Yang Xiaofeng had experienced.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofeng's entire body became extremely black, a black charcoal head that was alive, if it wasn't for breathing, he was afraid of being seen and thought that Yang Xiaofeng was killed by thunder.

However, there was no one here, and Yang Xiaofeng was not killed by thunder.

"I really don't want to have a next time with such a quenching body. ”

Yang Xiaofeng, who was almost numb by the thunder, was still ridiculing his current opportunities.

Before Yang Xiaofeng finished teasing, a few thunderbolts slashed head-on.

There is no wisdom in these thunderbolts, but everywhere they reach them they are bound to destroy.

Although the thunder energy is violent, if it can turn the power in it into its own use, it will also be of infinite use.

Human beings, as the spirits of all things, possess a level of creativity that is far beyond that of other races.

For example, the thunder in front of him, how many monks are afraid to avoid it, but some people can use a special method to store the thunder energy in the Qi talisman, and detonate it at a critical moment, which is infinitely powerful.

It's just that the thunder energy is stored in the Qi talisman, which is reasonable.

However, even worse, he used thunder and lightning to quench his body to a point that an ordinary person could never imagine.

However, this process was long and painful, and countless monks did not survive it, and some even abandoned this method.

There are many ways to quench the body, so why use this most dangerous one?

However, danger has always coexisted with opportunities, but anyone who can survive this thunder quenching body is the pride of the sky.

As long as Yang Xiaofeng can get through, then he will also become one of them.

However, the failure rate of the Heavenly Thunder Quenching Body has reached ninety percent, and in some ways, even ten percent.

But looking at Ling'er's expression, she seemed to have a lot of confidence in Yang Xiaofeng.

The two of them stayed in this thunder tornado space for seven days.

In these seven days, Yang Xiaofeng's body has undergone amazing changes.

The original dark skin had all faded, and the entire body exuded a glass-like luster, and there were eight special thunder marks on the arms.

Thinking about the formation of these marks, it should be Yang Xiaofeng's quenching body completed.

"Eight thunder patterns, this kid can really surprise people. ”

In the distance, Ling'er, who was sitting on a stool, saw the eight thunder patterns on Yang Xiaofeng's body and was a little surprised.

"Originally, he thought that six thunder patterns were his limit, but he didn't expect to be able to reach eight. ”

Just when Ling'er was still surprised by Yang Xiaofeng, the thunder in the black clouds was rapidly gathering energy, forming a thunder spear, and the tip of the spear was facing Yang Xiaofeng in the tornado.

However, Yang Xiaofeng, who was about to complete the quenching, did not notice the change in the surrounding energy, but Ling'er outside changed his face first.

"This kid is so reckless!"

But at this moment, the quenching body is at a critical moment, even if it is Ling'er, it cannot be forcibly terminated, if it is forcibly terminated, Yang Xiaofeng may die because of this.

Swish!

The thunder spear blasted towards Yang Xiaofeng directly below, but Ling'er, who was originally very calm, was a little nervous at this time.

The furious thunder energy came head-on, as if it was going to blast Yang Xiaofeng into scum.

Yang Xiaofeng, who was originally sitting in mid-air, stood up, and his whole body emitted a pale golden light, forming a pale golden film, covering Yang Xiaofeng's body.

The pale golden film looked very fragile, but when the thunder energy hit it, it was like a wooden knife slashing at the solid wall, and the film removed the power completely.

At this time, Yang Xiaofeng seemed to be a little different from usual, such a thin body stood in the thunder tornado, but it gave people the feeling of being like a giant standing up to the sky, standing between the heaven and the earth, standing majestically.

Rumble!

Another thunderbolt thundered down, this time the power was several times greater than the last time, and it was even more ferocious, like an ancient desolate beast, trying to swallow Yang Xiaofeng in one bite.

And Yang Xiaofeng seemed to be in a very mysterious state, and at the same time as the thunder fell, the golden light on his body turned into a huge golden sword.

The greatsword rose and sliced the falling thunderbolt in half.

"I should have known you weren't in charge. ”

Ling'er saw the golden giant sword and suddenly realized.

The giant sword cut off the thunder, but it didn't stop rising, and I saw the giant sword facing the black clouds in the sky and stabbing it directly.

The black cloud seemed to sense the threat of the giant sword, and constantly released thunder to block the giant sword, but those thunders were useless in front of the giant sword.

Rumble!

Destroying.

The giant sword directly split the black cloud in two, and then returned to Yang Xiao's body.

......

Everything was silent again, as if nothing had happened, but I didn't know how long it would take for the black clouds in the sky to come back together.

"Huh?"

Yang Xiaofeng opened his eyes and looked at his body repeatedly, wanting to see what had changed.

However, he only saw the eight thunder patterns on his right arm, but he didn't feel any other changes in his body.

"Did I fail to quench?"

Yang Xiaofeng stood in place, not knowing what to do.

"Boy, you have already successfully quenched your body, eight thunder patterns, you can steal the fun. ”

Ling'er flew over and patted Yang Xiaofeng's head.

"Ahh

Yang Xiaofeng said in disbelief: "I succeeded, but I didn't feel any changes in my body." ”

"There are changes that you don't feel and only show when you need them. ”

Ling'er explained to Yang Xiaofeng: "The change in the quenching body is not about the strength of the body, but also the degree of compatibility between you and the spiritual power of heaven and earth, and your control of the spiritual power of heaven and earth. ”

"Anyway, a lot of benefits, you'll feel later. ”

"Okay. ”

"Am I now in the fourth round?"

Yang Xiaofeng asked.

"That's right!"

The realm spirit replied before Ling'er.

"You're the last person to finish the fourth round, I'm going to send you out now. ”

Before Yang Xiaofeng could react, he had already appeared in front of the stone tablet outside Lock Mist Town.

"Why is it so sudden, I wasn't ready. ”

Yang Xiaofeng pursed his lips helplessly, but suddenly felt something abnormal around him.

It turned out that the eyes of dozens of people around him all fell on him.

"Yang Xiaofeng!"

Xiang Shaoyu walked over and glanced at Yang Xiaofeng, felt the change in the latter's aura, and said, "It seems that you have gained a lot this time." ”

"It's good that you're all back. ”

Dan Chenzi took Jinghua and the others to Yang Xiaofeng, and was very pleased.

"In this trial, only the six of you came back in the end. ”

With Yang Xiaofeng's return, the last candle disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, which also indicated that no one in the secret realm would come back.

One hundred and twenty people, and only six of them came back in the end.

No one knows what happened in the secret realm, no one knows what they went through in the secret realm.

Yang Xiaofeng and their return is certainly worth celebrating, but those sects that have died disciples will not stop so easily.

Why can five people from his Spirit Sword Sect come back if five people go in, but my disciple has not returned?

While others and my own disciples are happy, I can bear the pain of losing my disciples alone.

When the two are compared, the gap appears, and each other's hearts change accordingly.

"Dan Chenzi!"

It was an elder from Izumo Valley who spoke, and he had the strength of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant.

"I wonder what Elder Moye has to say?"

Dan Chenzi turned around and greeted him with a smile.

He already knew what this ink night called him, but at this time, he couldn't make it clear.

"I have something to ask a few disciples of your sect. ”

Yang Xiaofeng already knew what this ink night meant, and his feeling was that when he saw that all the members of his Spirit Sword Sect had returned, he was indignant in his heart.

However, this kind of thing must not be calm, but some people choose to be silent, and some people choose to be outspoken.

At this time, everyone's eyes were on Yang Xiaofeng and them.

The people here are all the elders of their respective sects, and they are all figures with heads and faces in the hundred families of the Xianmen.

They all wanted to know what the Spirit Sword Sect would say, and why all the disciples of their Spirit Sword Sect were able to return.

Could it be that they slaughtered all their disciples?

Obviously, this assumption is not valid, five people have to kill more than a hundred people, even if he Yang Xiaofeng is a Jindan monk, it is still very difficult or unrealistic to do this.

But at this time, all the people of the Spirit Sword Sect came back, and the assumption that it was not valid was established at this time.

"Moye, you think I don't know what you mean?"

Dan Chenzi was a little angry, his brows furrowed, and he was not angry.

"They said what they had to say, and no matter how many times you asked, it was the same answer. ”

"Then why can your disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect be safe and sound, while my disciples will fall into the secret realm?"

"Elder Mo Ye, kid Yang Xiaofeng, I have a word for you. ”

Yang Xiaofeng walked in front of Dan Chenzi and said.

"Huh?"

Mo Ye looked Yang Xiaofeng up and down and said, "But it's okay to say it. ”

"May I ask if in the secret realm, are our disciples each having their own destiny, and life and death are not up to anyone?"

"That's right. ”

"Since you think so too, what is there to ask?"

Yang Xiaofeng said: "In the secret realm, everyone has a destiny, each with his own ability, if his skills are not as good as others and he is killed, what is there to say." ”

"Aren't you afraid of being laughed at if you say such things as an elder?"

"You ......"

Mo Ye knew that he was at a loss, and he could only be like this by Yang Xiaofeng.