"The technique of containing thunder, collecting thunderclouds in the sky, converging into the dantian, agitating with aura, leading lightning to refine the flesh and body, but it can contain thunder itself!" Fang Wenyuan muttered, and then his eyelids jumped, and said: "Isn't this looking for death? How can it be so easy to collect thunderclouds, and it will attract lightning strikes." Isn't this looking for a thunderbolt?"

"However, the effect of this spell after refining is very tempting!" Fang Wenyuan gritted his teeth and said, "Seek wealth and danger!

Walking out of the cave, Fang Wenyuan came to the top of the mountain. Then he took out one spirit stone after another from the storage bag and placed a strange shape on the ground.

Fang Wenyuan's hand holding the spirit stone had already begun to tremble, looking at the slowly decreasing spirit stones in the storage bag, he couldn't help but feel a little heartache: "It's too extravagant! It's too extravagant! A prepared magic circle actually consumes so many spirit stones for me!"

The land of inheritance is forbidden and cannot fly, but fortunately, there is a small mark on the five thunder god scrolls on the method of cultivating the thunder technique.

It is to use the spirit stone to put a simple formation, and the operation of the formation can form a thundercloud in mid-air, and then slowly introduce it into the body.

What Fang Wenyuan didn't expect was that obviously a simple formation had consumed fifty percent of his spirit stones, and in addition to heartache, he made up his mind that he had to succeed, otherwise these spirit stones would be wasted.

After half a day, Fang Wenyuan finally set up the formation, and after carefully checking it several times that there were no mistakes. Sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation, he pinched it in his hand and realized that since it was the first time he practiced this spell, it was extremely jerky.

Slowly, the spiritual light on the surrounding spirit stones shone, and the spiritual energy slowly rose into the air. The color gradually changes to darker and darker, and finally turns black.

The clouds in the sky seemed to be slowly stirring, and finally descended to the top of the mountain, merging with the black aura. Moments later, one of the electric snakes swam away, roaring incessantly. It caused a lot of pressure on Fang Wenyuan.

A jet-black thundercloud covering the sky. Fang Wenyuan looked at the black and oppressive clouds in the sky, and his eyes flickered. He took out a spirit stone blessing formation again, his hands danced rapidly, and the surrounding spiritual energy ascended to the sky, wrapping the dark clouds and slowly compressing them

In the distance, under a bridge to the east of the sky, two young men looked at the dark clouds that Fang Wenyuan had made. One of them asked, "What's over there?"

"Could it be the vision caused by the birth of the heavy treasure?" said one of the bald youths.

Another short-haired young man took over and said, "Possibly!"

"Shall we go over and have a look?"

"It doesn't hurt to go and see it. The conditions for climbing the overpass are too harsh, and it is difficult to climb it!

"Good"

"Ah!!" Fang Wenyuan let out a long roar full of sweat, and the dark clouds in the sky compressed again, eighty zhang, seventy zhang, sixty zhang.

"You can't waste my spirit stones in vain! Come again!" Fang Wenyuan said that, he took out two percent of the spirit stones again and used them to bless the formation.

Suddenly, Fang Wenyuan felt that the compression was becoming a little easier, and the scope of the dark cloud compression narrowed again, fifty zhang, forty zhang, thirty zhang. In the end, Fang Wenyuan's face turned red, and his spiritual power surged outward like flowing water, but it was difficult for the dark clouds to shrink an inch.

"The strength is not enough! Come again!" gritted his teeth and took out all the spirit stones at the end. The spiritual power in the body is even more unreserved, surging outward.

The aura that enveloped the dark clouds suddenly condensed a lot, and the dark clouds contracted again, twenty zhang, ten zhang, and five zhang.

Fang Wenyuan's muscles were bruised, and his eyes were blood-red. Three feet, two feet, one feet, one feet,

Thunder and lightning flashed wildly in the black clouds that were compressed into a foot, and from time to time an electric snake flashed out and hit Fang Wenyuan's arm. The two arms had become charred black, but he didn't care, and his red eyes exerted his strength again.

In the end, the dark cloud became only an inch, Fang Wenyuan opened his mouth and inhaled it, inhaling it into his abdomen and flowing into the dantian. Fang Wenyuan's face flushed even more.

As soon as the surrounding formations lit up, the formation patterns surged towards Fang Wenyuan, converging on his lower abdomen, and disappeared without a trace after a flash.

After half a sound, Fang Wenyuan, who was sitting cross-legged, exhaled a breath of turbidity, opened his eyes, and the thunder flashed in his eyes.

"My spirit stone!" Fang Wenyuan sighed dejectedly. Suddenly, he raised his head again, his eyes shining with perseverance, and said, "We can't let the spirit stone go to waste. Now that the foundation of the Thunder Technique has been laid, I must refine this Technique to a small success!"

"Lead the lightning to strike the body, temper the body, let it out!"

Pointing to the sky, the lightning flashed in his eyes. When he landed, the clouds in the sky rolled and instantly gathered into a black cloud 500 feet in size! The thunder roared loudly, like an electric snake with a thick bowl mouth looming in it.

"Play big!! Fang Wenyuan looked at the sky, his pupils shrank.

Just now, he was arrogant, he was heartbroken for his spirit stone, and then he didn't control the strength, and the thunderclouds in his body were excessive.

At this moment, looking at the thunderclouds in the sky of more than 500 zhang and the thunder and lightning with a thick bowl, I suddenly felt a little empty in my heart.

After a while, Fang Wenyuan gritted his teeth and said, "No matter! I have a wood spirit vein in my body, and with its effect, I should be able to withstand the attack of this thunder and lightning." What's more, the thunderclouds in the dantian can neutralize the power of some thunder and lightning!

Boom, the sound of breaking the air, a thunderbolt slashed on Fang Wenyuan's back in an instant, and real black smoke rose. Fang Wenyuan spat blood from his mouth, grinning in pain!

But the persistence in his eyes was even stronger, and he yelled, "Come again!!"

After the thunder and lightning struck, he felt soreness all over his body, and his body was churning with qi and blood, and the pain was unbearable. If it weren't for the fact that his Divine Soul had grown several times, I am afraid that the thunder and lightning just now would have injured the foundation of his Divine Soul. However, there is still a hint of gain, after the thunder and lightning, the thunderclouds in his dantian seem to be more refined, and the thunder and lightning in them are also more abundant.

Moreover, the wood spirit veins in the body also seemed to be stimulated, and the spiritual power became faster and faster.

The thunderclouds in the sky seemed to be enraged by his clamour, and showed no mercy, and four thunderbolts rained down in unison. Fang Wenyuan's body was scorched black, his skin was cracked, and Yin Hong's blood was dripping outward.

Wiping the blood from the corners of his mouth, he used the Wood Spiritual Qi to heal his wounds, and the wounds on his body began to heal slowly. Because of the neutralization of thunderclouds in his body, although the thunder and lightning hurt him, it was always just right and did not take his life.

Fang Wenyuan's eyes showed that he finally knew the beauty of the technique of thunder, and said: "Outside the muscles and bones, wash the muscles and marrow." The lightning strike is just to allow me to adapt to the thunder and lightning, so that I can cast spells without hindrance! It is also to cultivate the connection between the thunderclouds in my body and the thunderclouds in the outside world, so that I can control the thunderclouds in the outside world. ”

After a lightning strike for half a day, Fang Wenyuan could be said to be unrecognizable at this time. I saw that his clothes were ragged, his whole body was charred, and there was blood flowing out.

Such a lightning strike seemed to stimulate his potential. The wood spirit qi emitted by the wood spirit veins in his body healed a lot faster.

The bottleneck of the ninth layer of qi refining, which had been imprisoned, seemed to have loosened a little. Fang Wenyuan's end was more sufficient.

actually led the thunder for three days in a row. During this period, the thunderclouds in his body became more and more in line with the thunderclouds in the outside world. In the end, he was able to control the direction of the lightning split in the outside world.

But the time is not working, which makes him a little annoyed. Of course, there were other gains, and he found that his body had become stronger, much stronger than before.

The biggest gain is that he can simply send out a few thunderbolts without consuming any mana

"That person doesn't look like a catastrophe, so what did he do to lose his conscience and be struck by lightning for three days!" said the short-haired young man.

The bald young man was a little dissatisfied, and said, "Hmph! I thought it was a strange treasure, but I didn't expect it to be a person who was struck by lightning!"

"yes! I came all the way over, but I didn't expect this to happen!"

These two people came here two days ago, Fang Wenyuan had been guiding the thunder clouds in his body, and after noticing that they had come here, he didn't say too much.

The bald young man's words made him a little displeased, frowned, and looked coldly!

But the man completely ignored his gaze, and the bald young man began to whisper again.

"Don't you think there's something weird about that kid?"

"It's a little bit! I just can't tell what's weird!"

"The weirdest thing is why he didn't die when he was struck by lightning!"

"You mean he has a treasure on him?"

"What do you say?"

Speaking of which, the eyes of the two are full of greed!!

"He has been struck by lightning for so long, the spiritual power in his body must have been lost, if it weren't for the lightning to shoot down, it would be a good opportunity!" said the short-haired young man's eyes.

After he said this, Fang Wenyuan's side, the thunderclouds in the sky actually dissipated.

The short-haired young man did not hesitate at all, he immediately flew up, went straight to Fang Wenyuan, waved his hand, and a long sword glowed with cold light, and flew out with a hissing sound!

When the bald young man saw that he had already made a move, he was not to be outdone. The storage bag on his waist flashed, and a huge stone tablet flew out, suddenly swelling more than ten feet. Roll up in dust and rise into the sky. The bald young man flew up with the stele. In the air, a churning stood on top of the stone monument and smashed towards Fang Wenyuan below.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Fang Wenyuan's mouth, and he said in a low voice: "If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone! If people offend me, they should !!be killed."

The flying sword had already attacked, and the wind boots flashed under Fang Wenyuan's feet, and his whole person disappeared in place like a ghost, appearing more than a dozen zhang away.

The Flowing Wind Boots are known for their speed, and their appearance is superb, before Fang Wenyuan's physical body was not strong enough, so he couldn't exert too fast speed. But now, after three days of thunder and lightning quenching, coupled with the warmth of the wood spirit vein, under this loss and maintenance, his physical body is not much stronger, so the true power of the Flowing Wind Boots can be displayed.

The short-haired man saw Fang Wenyuan's speed, and his face sank. actually hung in the air for a while, and had no intention of landing.

The flying sword struck again, Fang Wenyuan disappeared like a ghost again, and when he appeared, he was behind the flying sword, grabbing the hilt of the sword with one hand, and the thunder flashed.

The short-haired man in mid-air turned red, and his breath was a little disordered for a moment. The sword art is different from the exorcism, the sword art is to refine the flying sword with the essence of blood, which is connected to its mind, and the sword will also hurt people!

On the ground, a shadow slowly grew larger, and Fang Wenyuan looked up at the huge stone tablet that had landed in the sky after disintegrating the connection between the short-haired man and the flying sword.

Dodged back, only to find that this stone tablet actually moved with his movements, and it was exactly the same!

"It's kind of interesting!" Fang Wenyuan muttered.