After Bai Yexing returned to Zhongzhou from the Northern Wilderness, he began to live his own life. Under normal circumstances, he lives in a small sect of a small dynasty in Zhongzhou.

Unless there is a task above, he will not run around. And there is only one person above him, and that is the Pavilion Master of the Thorn Dome Pavilion, and he walks in the white night and is the only personal disciple of the Pavilion Master of the Thorn Dome Pavilion.

Over the years, he has also learned a lot of skills, and the last time he went to the Northern Wilderness, he assassinated a grandmaster of the eight-rank realm by the way, which can be regarded as a practice. Now, under the continuous guidance of his master, he has entered the eighth-grade realm from the seventh-grade peak realm. His master forged him into the appearance he has now, but he has never recognized Thorn Wuke as his master, since he was a child, he never seemed to have called Thorn Wuke "Master" once.

Thorn Wuke didn't care, even if Bai Yexing chose to leave the Thorn Dome Pavilion and live in the small sect outside, he didn't say a single thing about his apprentice. In this regard, there were many old assassins in the Thorn Dome Pavilion who were very resentful, and when they talked about the white night walk behind their backs every day, their old assassins would shake their heads and frown. There are quite a few old assassins with a high status who still look for Thorn Wuke from time to time, complaining to Thorn Wuke, saying that our Thorn Dome Pavilion is also a super sect, but is it inappropriate to choose the only descendant of Bai Ye's behavior who does not recognize the sect? But every time Thorn Wuke will answer coldly, and every time he says in a firm tone, "I am a disciple, I understand, no problem."

Because of Thorn Wuke's strength and prestige, gradually no one ran in front of him to chew his tongue anymore, and the old assassins and old killers of the Thorn Dome Pavilion no longer paid attention to this kind of thing, one had no time, and the other disdained, they were all arrogant and cold-blooded.

Later, there were still many younger killers and assassins behind the scenes who said some resentful words, saying that what was so good about the White Night Walk, and that he could become the heir of the Thorn Dome Pavilion, wasn't it just that he was better in talent and higher in strength?

But after that, no one said it again. For those who speak ill of the night behind their backs are dead—all by assassination.

Everyone knew that Bai Yexing did it himself, but no one dared to say it again, because at that time, Bai Yexing's cultivation was soaring as if he had encountered a tornado, and he entered the upper three rank realm before he was twenty years old, which really amazed the people of the Thorn Dome Pavilion, and also made them more and more afraid of Bai Yexing.

Shenlei Mountain, there is a famous Shenlei Gate in a radius of thousands of miles.

There are inexplicable small thunderbolts everywhere on Shenlei Mountain, and the Dao Dao flashes, which is amazing. The first generation of the ancestor of the Shenlei Gate was accidentally obtained a bamboo slip on the Shenlei Mountain, the bamboo slip recorded an ancient thunder Dao exercise, the ancestor of the Shenlei Gate founded a sect here, the name of the sect was taken on the spot, passed down from generation to generation, and it has been nearly two thousand years so far. Sects of this age, even in Zhongzhou, are a minority.

It is said that the inheritance of the sect is the most difficult for a ten-year sect, a hundred-year family, and a thousand-year dynasty, especially in the first few years of its establishment, when the surrounding connections have not been gathered, the younger generation has not grown up, and there is not even a young generation. And when the sect is established, it often provokes some more powerful sects. Because the establishment of a sect often requires looking for a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and that kind of good place is occupied by the big sects, under normal circumstances, the founding address of some new sects will not be placed in their own territory at all.

After all, immortal cultivators go against the sky, and they want to take the qi and aura from the heaven and earth, if the cultivators are too dense, the aura and luck are limited, and they can't meet the needs of the monks at all. Therefore, how large the range, how thick the aura, and how many monks in what realm can be allowed to cultivate in it, is the number of deaths. There are definitely only some places in the big sects, and there is no place for crowding.

The good places are occupied by the big sects, so some people with relatively weak strength will choose the places that are not so good when establishing new sects. And when choosing, I often encounter old sects or other new sects that are also in this place. At this point, it is a vicious war, if the mouth can solve it, use the mouth to solve it, and if the mouth can't solve the vicious war, you can only do it. Among them, 99 times there will be a fight for 100 times. After all, the root of a sect's destiny - aura - cannot be given to others.

White Night Walking stands on the top of Shenlei Mountain.

His current identity is a descendant of the Divine Thunder Gate.

There are more than 2,000 disciples of the outer and outer sects of the Shenlei Gate and the inner disciples of the Inner Gate, and there are only about 100 descendant disciples.

As the name suggests, the thunder ceremony is to obtain thunder and lightning for one's own use. As for why it is once every ten years, it is related to the fact that a thunderstorm will fall every ten years on the Divine Thunder Mountain.

The thunder and lightning storm appears on the top of the peak of Shenlei Mountain once every ten years, each time it lasts for more than an hour, at that time it is really like a sea of thunder pouring down from the sky, a blue-purple thunderbolt thicker than a bucket from the sky zigzag downward, blooming with unparalleled breath and momentum, the black clouds in the sky seem to be scorched by thunder and lightning as black as ink, in the black ink clouds, lightning is connected, and then into the world, endlessly, that kind of scene, magnificent.

Thundered!

This time, the thunder and lightning storm came as scheduled in an earth-shattering sound. Those young lineage disciples, among whom there were many older lineage monks, were all excited and excited at this time, and there were even some inner sect elders who had seen this kind of scene many times, and they still looked awe and excitement now.

No one knows how this thunder and lightning storm came about, because Zhongzhou is so big, and there are all kinds of strange and wonderful things, and everyone doesn't think about it so much, they only know that these thunder and lightning storms are very beneficial to the Divine Thunder Gate Exercises they have cultivated. Cultivating under this kind of thunder and lightning storm, the cultivation speed is ten times or even dozens of times that of usual. Moreover, when the thunder and lightning storm was about to end, taking advantage of the weakness of the Thunder Sea, the master of the Divine Thunder Gate and several Supreme Elders joined forces, and they could also "take thunder" from the sky, and they could take more than a dozen at a time. Except for the sect master and those Supreme Elders, a large part of the rest will be distributed to the winners in the "Divine Thunder Gate Thunder Dao Competition" held the next day, which is also once every ten years.

As the number one killer of the younger generation of the Thorn Dome Pavilion, Bai Yexing is not very interested in assassination and killing, but is very interested in some wonders of heaven and earth, which is also the reason why he runs outside every day, and sometimes encounters the wonders he is interested in, and even looks at them for a few days, months or even years.

Before going to the Northern Wilderness, after the assassination, he stayed alone in the Northern Wilderness, he saw all the famous Kyushu Seven Wonders of the Northern Wilderness, he stayed there for a few years, until a while ago he returned to Zhongzhou. Then he joined the Divine Thunder Gate, and in just a few months, he was promoted from an outer disciple to an inner disciple, and then to a descendant disciple.

At this time, he looked at the endless dazzling lightning that fell from the sky, and looked at the inky black clouds that were as dark as the night sky, and he couldn't help but be a little obsessed. In his opinion, in front of the great wonders of nature, it is more interesting than a successful assassination, killing a person with a very high status and high cultivation, and it can also enrich oneself.

He became the young pavilion master of the Thorn Dome Pavilion and became the personal disciple of Thorn Wuke, because at the beginning, when he was a child, he had an accident when he was a child, and others said that the mysterious Thorn Dome Pavilion was established in the void, which was extremely mysterious, completely beyond nature, beyond time and space. This has always made him obsessed with what his heart desires. But when he became a member of the Thorn Dome Pavilion and then walked step by step to the position of the Young Pavilion Master, he went to the location of the mysterious headquarters of the Thorn Dome Pavilion, but he was disappointed.

He remembered that there was a golden wheat field there—the only view he remembered of the location of the Pavilion.

Other than that, he no longer remembered what the General Pavilion looked like or what its characteristics were, and he didn't care at all about those things that weren't charming or shocking, and he didn't pay attention to those who didn't have any features. Although this seriously violates the basic meaning of being a killer, he is still a qualified killer who can find fault with those old killers and old assassins. Because his record is there.

But once he saw some shocking wonders of heaven and earth, his blood all over his body seemed to flow backwards, and he would tremble, he would be excited, and he would be intoxicated.

Just like him at this time, his eyes were foggy, with a drunken and evil smile, looking at the three thousand feet of thunder falling in the sky.