With a loud bang, the entrance to the cave was sealed.

Gu Cang sat in the cave, the front collapsed, and the back was also directly sealed by Mr., and it collapsed a long mountain road, about a hundred steps.

Now it is trapped here, and it is not easy to get out with its way.

It's just that after refining this thunder stone, it's a different matter.

"Mr. ......"

Gu Cang knew that the Daomen only cultivated the avenue and did not practice spells, although the Tao was profound, and the mana was endless, but there were not many spells to cast.

Buddhism has the Dharma Protector Vajra, which also specializes in protecting those monks who only practice meditation and do not practice supernatural powers. As for the Confucian scribes, they knew the reason, knew the will of heaven, and there were also warriors guarding them.

It is no longer the ignorant spirit at the beginning, and Mr. Zhi is bent on the Tao, and he may have such thoughts when he accepts himself.

Gu Cang stood in the dark cave, covered in black hair, hidden in it, only his eyes were golden, the light was shining, and there was a pinch of white hair on the top of his head, like a third eye.

It reached out and pressed it on the thunder stone, and its true qi was released.

The thunder stone shines brightly, blue and white, and shines brightly along the thunder pattern.

"This kind of thing that makes Mr. alone in danger can't happen again in the future......"

It said in its heart: "Only by trying to improve your skills can you be the protector of the master." ”

......

Qingyuan walked out of the cave and looked back, quite a sigh.

He followed the path he had taken and walked on.

He was holding an iron rod with dark red thunder patterns on it.

Looking at this thunder pattern and thinking about the thunder stone, he remembered the last words of the flower charm before leaving.

......

"Do you know that there is a divine thunder all over the mountains in this heavy mountain...... Is it for any reason?"

"Why?"

"It is said that if there is no change, this divine thunder should be high above the nine heavens, and when the god is finished, it will become a god and become the main master of the thunder department. ”

......

"The main master of the thunder department?"

Qingyuan took a deep breath and whispered, "It turned out that Thor died?"

When he was in the Immortal Palace, he had heard Senior Brother Qingyang say that the Thunder Righteous God among the Eight Righteous Gods had not yet appeared, and had not even been born.

But he never thought that the thunder god at this time was just a thunderbolt, and this innate thunder that was originally going to be incarnated into a god fell on Fuzhong Mountain and turned into thousands of divine thunder.

"How so...... Was it an accident?

The thunder god died young, but he divided thousands of divine thunders, he could probably guess that all cultivators who got the divine thunder would be contaminated with a bit of luck. And this luck may not allow these cultivators who have received the divine thunder to occupy a priesthood in the thunder department after death, but it is a help.

There are many people in the world who practice the Thunder Method, even if they don't come to Fuzhong Mountain and don't get the Divine Thunder, as long as their luck is sufficient and their Dao is high enough, then they will not have the opportunity to enter the Thunder Department and obtain the priesthood in the future.

"But realistically, if the people who have the thunder of the Fuzhong Mountain God die during the canonization of the gods, the vast majority of them have the hope of becoming the gods of the thunder department?"

Qingyuan said in his heart: "Keeping the right path is in line with the will of heaven and will not monopolize it...... But the cultivators who were attached to Nanliang didn't want these opportunities to be gained by others, so they sent an army to seal Luoyue County?"

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little cold.

How could that innate divine thunder fall on Fuzhong Mountain? What does this matter have to do with the treasures in the mountain?

......

The mountain breeze blows, soft and comfortable.

The treetops are swaying, and the green leaves are rustling.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a figure fell from above, smashed the branches, smashed to the ground, and sank between the ground, opening its mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

And from the tree on the other side, another person jumped down from the treetops, stepped on the chest of the previous person, looked down, and said with a smile: "You are also worthy of fighting with me, just go, just go with me......"

The man was in severe pain, and his true qi was running, but he was blocked by the foot on his chest. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sun Wenpeng, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Sun Wenpeng put his hands behind his back and said, "Please do me a favor......

Before the man could speak, Sun Wenpeng put his hand down and grabbed the person.

"The cultivation of the Triple Heaven is not bad...... It's just that if you want to fight with me, it's still a little short, you just have the ability to the peak of the Triple Heavens, how can you beat my Sun family's ancestral immortal method?"

He kicked at the man, and his true qi turned around, restrained the man, and wanted to grab him and leave, but at this moment, there was suddenly some movement in front of him.

Walking out of the woods was a young man, dressed in a white Taoist robe, faintly glowing with blue, this person was wearing a Taoist robe, but he did not wear his temples. Looking at him again, his face was upright, delicate and fair-skinned, but his expression was cold, standing in place, quietly looking at the things in front of him, and there was not much surprise.

"Another cultivator of the Triple Heavens?" Sun Wenpeng raised his eyebrows, a different color flashed in his eyes, and after a careful look, he confirmed that this person was not in the ranks that he could not provoke, and then nodded and said: "It's good if there are many people......

With that, he threw down the scattered man in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, it was a black iron ball, heading towards the young man.

"Iron Guts?"

Qingyuan whispered, "People from the Sun family?"

If he used the rest of the Dao techniques, he could still use this iron god gall for his own use, but the other party struck first, and Qingyuan had to shoot a flame to resist it.

This flame was much more powerful than the previous fire talisman.

The iron god was thrown over, swept by the flames, and immediately fell, the outer layer almost twisted, and it had become scrap metal.

"Dao Technique Instantaneous?"

Sun Wenpeng's eyes froze, such a technique may not be able to have a cultivator at the peak of the Triple Heavens. But he is proud of his background in the family of cultivators, and the ancestors in the sect have a profound inheritance, and he feels that his skills are extraordinary, but he is not afraid of ordinary cultivators.

He put his hands behind his back and said flatly: "I have some skills, but in this Fuzhong Mountain, except for the people from sects such as the Righteous Dao Gate and the Huanhua Pavilion, even if you are a scattered person at the peak of the Triple Heavens, you have to be captured." ”

Qingyuan said calmly: "The Sun family has no other skills, but their kung fu is very good. ”

Sun Wenpeng suddenly smiled, put his hands in front of him, it turned out that he was carrying his hands behind his back, but in fact, he secretly pinched the seal and cast a spell.

As soon as he put it in his hand, it was a blue light, thick and thick, surging out, like a green dragon.

The cultivator's face on the ground changed slightly, his Taoism was slightly better than Sun Wenpeng's, but it was this Qinglong Transformation Yuan Technique that was almost irresistible, so he was finally defeated, and he reached this step in the field that could be slaughtered.

"The young man is finished......" he sighed inwardly.

The blue light came surging forward, and there was a faint sound of a dragon's groan.

"Qinglong? I can't even talk about the green snake. ”

Qingyuan Iron Rod lifted and pointed straight ahead, dark red thunder patterns appeared on his arm, and thunder flashed on the iron rod, bursting out.

Crimson thunder, facing the blue light.

The blue light suddenly dissipated.

The thunder did not disperse and headed towards Sun Wenpeng.

"What?"

It was only at this time that Sun Wenpeng's confident expression suddenly changed dramatically, and his face was shocked.

Taking advantage of the moment when the thunder shattered the blue light and was delayed, he hurriedly threw an object and hurriedly dodged.