Suddenly, a peaceful golden light flew from the sky, covering the Flying Thunder Peak. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoA mighty aura swept the heavens and the earth, and the surrounding dark clouds rolled and retreated, revealing the entire majestic mountain.

"This is ......," the monks at the foot of the mountain were stunned.

"Immortal treasure was born?" I don't know who shouted, and more than a dozen "Psychic Period" monks suddenly brightened up and went straight to the top of the mountain. The old man in the green robe was even more stunned, turning into a green rainbow and rushing into the sky.

Zhou Qingxuan was in a hurry, but a sturdy silver-haired old man next to him sneered: "They are looking for death!"

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Chen Yue looked at the empty spring pool, and was a little ashamed. He originally wanted to leave the remaining "Lei Yuan" to Zhou Qingxuan, but all the "Lei Yuan" was used by him alone. And the rest of the monks used to cultivate here, but now they can't cultivate. 、

The divine sense swept down the mountain, his face sank, and hundreds of monks gathered under the "Flying Thunder Peak", and none of them were below the "Divine Period", among which there were dozens of people in the "Xuanyuan Palace" and "Chaoyuan Sect", and there were also a few people in the "Wanmiao Palace", and the eyes looking at the top of the mountain were all hot.

"Little thief, you dare to destroy the spiritual veins of this sect, what a big dog's guts! Leave the 'Space Ring', and then get out!" Looking at his posture, even if Chen Yue left the "Space Ring", he didn't plan to let him go.

Chen Yue frowned, and punched at the comer, and golden light burst out in his eyes.

"Boom-" Qinghong suddenly shattered, and a blood mist exploded.

Chen Yue's right hand was numb, and the bones of his hand were also shattered.

He couldn't help but be stunned, the golden blood in his body burst out with golden light again, and in an instant, he repaired the bone of his hand. A stream of white gas floated out of the blood mist in the sky at the same time, integrating into his body and being absorbed by the golden blood. The golden blood was full of momentum, and it was a little brighter than before.

A cyan flying sword and a "space ring" then fell out of the blood mist, which were casually put away by Chen Yue.

One punch broke the monk of the "Psychic Period", and the old man in the green robe not only collapsed physically, but even the "Jin Dan" did not escape...... Everyone was dumbfounded, and no one dared to step forward again.

"How daring, you dare to kill my 'Xuanyuan' disciple!" A loud shout resounded through the heavens and the earth, Chen Yue followed the prestige, only to see the dark clouds rolling in the sky, and a black sword light broke through the air, and he came close between breaths.

The sword light flickered, revealing a middle-aged man in a black robe with flying eyebrows, holding a jet-black long sword in his hand. The sword light flowed erratically, and the surrounding space distorted.

"It's the 'Nine Crow Sword Saint'......" someone recognized the person and exclaimed in surprise.

"The hall master of the 'Nine Crow Palace' 'Nine Crow Sword Saint'? Legend has it that the hall masters of the 'Xuanyuan Twelve Palace' are all strong people in the 'Asking Dao Period'!"

"One punch to kill the 'Tongshen Period', this strength is not weaker than the 'Ask Dao Period'!"

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Everyone was talking, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that "Xuanyuan Palace" was obviously preparing to leave this son by taking advantage of the topic.

Chen Yue's eyes narrowed slightly, his face gradually became solemn, this person's cultivation was above the "Channeling Period", it seemed that he was a real "Asking Dao Period" monk...... A sense of pride surged from the bottom of his heart, his eyes lit up with golden light again, and he said with a smile: "What if you kill it, you want to fight me?"

The "Nine Crow Sword Saint" looked at Chen Yue and was furious.

He originally wanted to send his disciples up to make trouble, and then he stood up again to coerce and lure, so that he not only got treasures, but also recruited talents, which can be described as killing two birds with one stone. Unexpectedly, this person was so fierce that he killed his disciple with one punch, forcing him to show up.

When he came closer, he was more and more amazed. Chen Yue's cultivation is obviously a monk in the "middle stage of bone change", but his body is like a piece of King Kong, and his foundation is even more solid than that of him, a monk in the "Asking Dao Period". And although the strength in Chen Yue's body was not large, it was extremely strong, and it faintly made him tremble.

Hearing Chen Yue's provocative words, he couldn't ask for it, frowned, and shouted: "The shaft is rude, take me a sword!" With a wave of the long sword in his hand, the sword light was a hundred feet long, and it burst into the air, threatening to split Chen Yue in half.

In Chen Yue's opinion, this sword is not fast, and there are many flaws in it. Rao is like this, the space under the sword is still distorted, making it impossible to dodge, so he can only carry it. The ripples of the Dao rippled, and the sky seemed to crack a wound that was about to swallow him.

He stared at him and shouted, "I have a sword, I can punish the immortals!" As he spoke, a golden arc of lightning jumped out and slashed at the other party.

The speed of this blow is unparalleled. Baizhang's sword qi collapsed violently, as if a huge black spider web was spreading out, tearing the heavens and the earth.

Between the lightning and flint, the golden arc had already slashed in front of the "Nine Crow Sword Saint".

"Ah......h

The golden arc is like a broken bamboo, like cutting tofu.

The Nine Crow Sword Saint only had time to block the long sword in front of him, and the arc slashed at the back of the sword.

"Hum-" The long sword roared, and the arc exploded into countless lightning rays that were pumped on the body of the Nine Crow Sword Saint.

"Ah......h

A white baby then flew out of the blood mist, roared away with the sword light, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye, and the resentful voice of the "Nine Crow Sword Saint" then sounded: "Zhuzi, you dare to destroy my body, 'Xuanyuan Palace' is inseparable from you!"

Another thick white qi flew out of the blood mist and merged into Chen Yue's body, and the golden blood light was full again.

Hundreds of people under the mountain were silent, the "Nine Crow Sword Saint" was not only a veritable "Ask Dao" monk, but also a sword cultivator known for his combat effectiveness, and his body was shattered by a move, what kind of cultivation is this. Zhou Qingxuan looked at Chen Yue's figure, and his eyes showed a deep sense of horror.

Chen Yue turned his head to look at the other side, where there was also a gray-robed old man hidden in the layers of dark clouds, and his cultivation was not weaker than the "Nine Crow Sword Saint".

The old man was shocked, his face showed a hint of struggle, and after a moment finally a sigh. He hugged his fist at Chen Yue and turned away.

Seriously injuring the "Nine Crow Sword Saint" with one move, this kind of strength can be called a generation of grandmasters, and it is no longer something that any sect can recruit......

After several powerhouses left, Chen Yue looked at the mountain peak under his feet again. This is indeed a superb spiritual vein, and with his current eyesight, he can see a mysterious magic circle in the mountain. The reason why this mountain can attract thunder is because of that magic circle. It's just that the age is too old, the magic circle is seriously worn, and the rest of the part is integrated with the spiritual veins.

"This place helps me to cultivate, and I will bring this place back to life. Chen Yue's heart was certain, a little eyebrows, and the fire flew out and merged into the mountain.

The divine consciousness swept across and turned into a huge array and fell into the mountain, and the mountain shook violently, cracking countless cracks, and streams of magma gushed out of it.

The mountain was originally tens of thousands of zhang high, but at this time it fell by 2,000 zhang. The mountain originally looked like a bloated mound of earth, but now it quickly became thinner, like a giant pillar of optimus, straight into the sky.

The change was visible to the naked eye, and after only a quarter of an hour, the mountain stabilized. Suddenly, a purple thunderbolt the size of a water tank flew from the sky and landed on the top of the mountain. Then it split in two, turning into two blue arcs and sliding down the mountain, like two waterfalls.

Two blue thunderbolts fell in two spring pools under the thousand zhang, and each of them was divided into two cyan thunderbolts......

At the foot of the mountain are one hundred and twenty-eight thunder pools, and the thunder pours down layer by layer, turning from purple to white, splashing thunderballs the size of wine jars and scattering them. From a distance, it looks like a brilliant colorful bubble.

After doing all this, Chen Yue grabbed down the mountain. Countless gravel condensed, turned into a thunder-patterned stone tablet, "Flying Thunder Peak" three thunder rhyme majestic golden characters jumped on it, and there are three small characters in the lower right corner, the righteousness of the true country.

Everyone was amazed, but a hearty male voice suddenly sounded in their ears: "Welcome all fellow Daoists to 'Flying Thunder Peak' to cultivate!"

Everyone was overjoyed and immediately eager to try. No matter how you look at it, the thunder on the mountain is purer than before. Not only does the power increase layer by layer, but the pool under the Thunder Waterfall can also accumulate Lei Yuan, which is simply a treasure land for cultivation.

"In this way, even if 'Xuanyuan Palace' wants to use the topic to play, no one will support it. Zhou Qingxuan smiled and walked towards the mountain peak first.

The white thunder of the first layer of the spring pool was not strong, and ordinary "Yi Jin Great Perfection" martial artists could withstand it. However, in addition to the impact of the thunder itself, one of the thunder powers can also directly bombard the divine soul.

Bearing the red thunder of the second layer requires the "early stage of bone replacement" cultivation, although her physical body is not afraid, her divine soul can't stand it, and she has to start cultivating from this layer.

The rest of the monks were mostly concentrated in the fourth layer of the thunder pool, and only a few of them could cultivate at the fifth layer.

There were eight thunder pools on the sixth floor, and there was only one silver-haired old man with a strong body at this time. His cultivation far surpassed the "Great Perfection of Channeling Spirits", and even faintly contained a trace of thunder rhyme when running the exercises.

On the top of the mountain, purple thunder with the thickness of a water tank slammed down, but it could only produce a trace of "Thunder Immortal Yuan". Chen Yue estimated slightly, and then shook his head: "When this pool of water is full again, I don't know how many thousand years later. If you want to complete the 'bone change', you have to find another opportunity...... Arctic Thunder Sea, maybe I should go there and see. ”

Seeing Zhou Qingxuan cultivating hard at the foot of the mountain, he said hello to him and prepared to return to the "small world". The figure flickered, but it was impossible to enter.

He frowned, tried again, and his face grew ugly. It's not that he can't enter, it's that his golden blood is restricted by some kind of law, and he can't enter a low-level world.

He shook his head, and took one step, the ripples under his feet rippled, and his figure was blurred, and in an instant he floated out for miles.

"Flying Thunder Peak" is the main peak of the cave sky, and after being re-governed by him, the vitality of the entire cave sky is converging towards the main peak.

Dozens of miles away, the sky was blue and clear. The jungle on the ground is like the sea, and the pine waves are like waves. Without the suppression of dark clouds, patches of five-colored miasma rose up in the jungle, like a fairyland.

Under the miasma, countless snakes, insects, rats and ants multiply, deducing the most primitive rules of survival. Occasionally, a thunderball flew in and exploded, cleansing away the miasma within hundreds of zhang, and everything was dormant.