The efficiency of the hand-cranked generator was outrageously low, and the false non-current pointer was constantly fluctuating, and Qin Moran would wonder if there was any current generated. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

According to this efficiency, it will take at least one year to fully activate the tide ink stick.

By the time it was fully activated, maybe Qin Moran would have burped a long time ago.

However, Qin Moran did not give up, and still kept shaking the generator, and the current continued to pour into the tide ink stick.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and the door of the room was violently pushed open.

The air was filled with a humid breath, Qin Mo looked up at the sky, and saw that the sky was full of clouds, and the thick black clouds made people feel depressed.

It looks like there will be a rainstorm.

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in Qin Moran's mind. Picked up the tide ink stick and trotted all the way out of the hut.

He galloped all the way, and after a while, he came to a dirt mountain in the center of Changchun Valley.

There was a dead tree on the dirt hill that had been dead for an unknown amount of time, and its whole body was scorched, and even its bark was gone, and it looked like it had been ravaged by thunder and lightning.

"Big tree, big tree, you have been struck like this by thunder, just be a good person to the end, wronged and wronged, show your charm, and then seduce some thunder and lightning!"

With words in his mouth, Qin Moran climbed the dead tree and tied the wire in his hand to the trunk of the tree, he was afraid that the wire would be too thin to support the current of thunder and lightning, so he wrapped the wire and wound it again, more than 20 of them were together, and then it was connected to the silver bolt of the tide ink stick.

Before the wire could be connected, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and a thick thunder pillar had already been chopped down, less than five zhang away from Qin Moran, splitting a rock to pieces.

Damn, this thunder is so powerful, compared to the thunder and lightning on the earth, there are too many thunderbolts, if it is really split on the body, it can directly blast people into slag, Qin Moran's hand trembled, and he almost threw the tide ink stick in his hand.

The thunder pillar kept bombarding, Qin Moran was frightened, gritted his teeth and connected the wire in his hand with the silver bolt.

The moment they connected, another bolt of lightning struck down and happened to fall on the dead tree.

In an instant, Qin Moran's wire around the dead tree was burned red, and an arc stream could be seen shining with the naked eye, and a blue halo of light poured into the tide ink stick, and the tide ink stick trembled, and the arc on it overflowed, and the black and swarthy stick actually shone brightly.

Qin Mo retreated in embarrassment, and he was afraid for a while, if he really retreated slowly, maybe he had been electrocuted into ashes at this moment. Seeing the Ximo stick suddenly shining, he couldn't help but rejoice, the energy storage characteristics of the Ximo stick were finally completely activated. If there is another lightning strike, it will be stored in a furious amount of electricity, and from then on, he will have a mobile power station. At that time, in front of the High Immortal Master, he will no longer be an ant with mermaid flesh.

"Woo!" Qin indifferently cheered, and the depression and depression in his heart were swept away.

As if to cater to Qin Moran's roar, a pillar of thunder came, close to the ground, smashing a stone to pieces, and the flying gravel even cut Qin Moran's calf.

Qin was indifferently startled, and then he realized that it was extremely unsafe here. Immediately hugged the head of the rat and ran away, all the way back to the hut without danger.

Hiding in the thatched hut, Qin Moran watched one thunderbolt after another fall wildly.

His expression gradually became surprised, and he found that the direction of the thunder and lightning was highly concentrated near the small dirt mountain, and at least eighty percent of the thunder and lightning completely hit the unfortunate dead tree, and finally turned into violent electric energy, which was completely absorbed by the tide ink stick.

Why did the thunder concentrate in this direction, Qin indifferently guessed, maybe this tidal ink stick naturally has an affinity with thunder and lightning.

Every thunderbolt contains terrifying electrical energy, and dozens of thunderbolts enter the tide ink rod, what a terrifying energy it must be.

Gradually, Qin Moran began to worry, worried that the Ximo stick would be overwhelmed, maybe he would play with thunder and burn himself, overcharge, and eventually be destroyed by thunder and lightning.

However, the thunder and lightning near Xiaotushan kept bombarding, and he didn't dare to take back the Ximo stick at this time. I can only pray in my heart that the Ximo stick is safe and sound, whether it is the Buddha or God, but all the immortals who are a little famous have been harassed by Qin Moran one by one.

The thunder split half the night, slashing a small dirt mountain to scars.

Qin Moran was also worried for a long time, and when the thunder stopped bombarding, Qin Moran came to the small dirt mountain in the rain for the first time, only to find that the wire nets tied to the dead trees had already melted into metal balls, and the wires connecting the silver bolts were also completely fused, but fortunately, the Ximo rod was safe and sound, lying quietly in the mud, no one would have thought that in such a black rod, there were more than 100 thunderbolts that were stored.

Qin Moranzhen picked up the tide ink stick like a heavy treasure, and his heart was beating violently. With this thing, his certainty of surviving in the other world has increased a few points.

After returning to the thatched hut, Qin Moran couldn't wait to plug the Ximo rod into the sliding rheostat, tried it, and sure enough, there was a voltage, so he was relieved.

Everything is ready, he is ready to purify, detoxify, and disperse.

It hurt so much that he didn't want to try a half-finished product again.

At this moment, all the wires he brought were destroyed under the thunder. Fortunately, there are still some coils in the hand-cranked generator. Qin Moran dismantled the coils, wound them one turn after another, and then stacked several pottery bowls, large and small, together, and coiled them in circles between the bowls, and finally formed an earthen electric stove.

Hehe, don't look at this as an earthen electric stove, it can also provide very high temperatures.

Whether it can meet the needs of purification and detoxification is always to be known.