The natural spirit pattern and spirit core contained in this colorful sea pearl are the natural Dao foundation formed by the spirit core, but Wu Hua real people can't show Zhu Lingwu something.

So now, as long as Zhu Lingwu can comprehend the way of thunder and lightning, maybe he can directly construct his own Jindan Daoji, and then condense his own Jindan.

But sometimes Zhu Lingwu thinks about it by himself, and he also feels that he thinks too smoothly.

If there is really such a cultivation speed, then Zhu Lingwu will be able to cultivate from Qi refining to Jindan in just a few decades, I am afraid that only in ancient legends will there be monks who can have such a cultivation speed.

Of course, Zhu Lingwu thought about it carefully afterwards, if he really wanted to condense the golden pill, even if he had the help of the colorful sea pearls, it would take at least more than a hundred years to accumulate in the condensation of spiritual power.

At this moment, feeling the colorful sea beads in his body, coupled with his left hand wearing a thunder ring, and his right hand with golden divine light, Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but feel emotion in his heart.

He finally has some strength now, with these three powers, even if he meets Brother Jindan, Zhu Lingwu has the confidence to fight.

Although he really met Brother Jindan, Zhu Lingwu could only win by sneak attack, mainly with the help of the aura of the colorful sea pearls.

But now that he thinks about it, Zhu Lingwu feels that he is really not a weakling.

Every time after the thunderstorm cloud ended, looking at the beautiful scene in the valley in front of him, Zhu Lingwu often took a long breath.

With the refreshing air after the rain producing a pleasant taste between the heart and lungs, Zhu Lingwu can always feel full of emotion, and there is a feeling of wanting to roar at the sky.

At this time, the figure of Qiu Yang Ling. also slowly condensed by Zhu Lingwu's side. It also looked at the beauty of the valley. It seems a little distracted.

Although Qiu Yangling is a doppelganger of Zhu Lingwu's sub-soul, as it grows and with the emergence of its self-awareness, it will slowly derive its own independent character.

Qiu Yangling has been in existence for ten years, and naturally has his own independent character, and with Zhu Lingwu's thunderstorm clouds, it is also the same as Zhu Lingwu, watching the rise and fall of thunderstorm clouds every day. This is even created by its own hands, so its perception of this seems to be more profound than Zhu Lingwu's.

"Yang Ling, do you have any feelings?"

Zhu Lingwu seemed to feel Qiu Yang Ling's mental fluctuations, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Qiu Yang Ling, maybe Qiu Yang Ling could perceive more than him, even if it was not the creator of this thunderstorm cloud, as a pure Yang Elf, it was more sensitive to the changes in the space of this Demon Prison Tower than Zhu Lingwu's.

"I have gained, but I can't say it!"

Qiu Yangling shook his head, and now there were two ancient runes in his body, "thunder and electricity". It's kind of able to control thunder and lightning.

However, it couldn't condense these two ancient runes by itself, and it all relied on Zhu Lingwu to pass them on. But with these two ancient runes, Qiu Yang Ling would not suffer any damage in a thunderstorm cloud outbreak state like Fang Cai.

"Alas, it's the same, it's the same! Okay, then I'll go into your soul and feel it!"

Zhu Lingwu shook his head depressedly, and then sent his soul to Qiu Yangling's body, and he read the memories in Qiu Yang's soul.

After another quarter of an hour like this, Zhu Lingwu took back his soul thoughts, but he sighed secretly, although Zhu Lingwu also gained something from Qiu Yang Ling's soul induction, but it still couldn't have much significance for him to construct the Dao Foundation.

At this time, Zhu Lingwu's thunderstorm in the morning was almost completed, and the current left by the thunderstorm was almost collected by Zhu Lingwu, so Zhu Lingwu also held his right hand.

As the skin turned pale yellow and covered Zhu Lingwu's right hand again, his right hand, which was originally shining with golden divine light, regained its normal color.

This breath that covers the right hand can also absorb and digest the divine power of the witch clan emanating from this right hand, and outsiders may not be able to detect the abnormality of Zhu Lingwu's right hand even if they use their divine sense.

As the residual current in the basin disappeared, the lake in the basin seemed to be driven by some heat, and a trace of water vapor rose upward.

Soon the sky over the basin valley was shrouded in pale white mist, and the lake in the basin valley gradually dried up, and the basin valley became a thunder land again.

"Okay, Yang Ling, let's go, it's almost time to prepare lunch, those old guys today, I don't know what dishes they will take, oops, life, it's just repeated, repeated, repeated!"

Zhu Lingwu's feet gathered a cloud of spiritual light again, turned into a colorful spiritual light, and flew back.

Behind him, Qiu Yang Ling waved his hand at the basin valley, only to see that the lake water in the basin valley over there accelerated the speed of steaming, and it didn't take long for floating clouds to float in the sky above this basin valley.

And Qiu Yangling's entire body turned into a multicolored spiritual light, and flew after Zhu Lingwu.

From Zhu Lingwu to this basin valley to test thunderstorm clouds, and then to the clouds and rain, it will take about an hour.

When Zhu Lingwu returned to his bamboo house, the demon cultivators in the village below Zhu Lingwu's bamboo house also came out of their houses one by one and began to walk around the village.

Seeing Zhu Lingwu flying back, a few of them inevitably clenched their fists at Zhu Lingwu and shouted.

"Hey, Ling Wu boy, don't go to play your thunderstorm, make trouble every day, make trouble every day, can't you settle down!"

"Damn, Ling Wu, do you want to let the old woman die, dead boy, make trouble every day, the soul of the old woman will be shocked to death for you!"

When Zhu Lingwu heard the prestige, he couldn't help but respond with a smile, "Uncle Qiu Mo, Worm Demon Mother-in-law, it's okay, it's okay, I've made it so far, how can I do anything to you!Haha, what are you going to eat at noon today?"

Now that Zhu Lingwu has built a foundation, he can naturally set a Taoist name for himself, Zhu Lingwu didn't think much about it, and directly used Ling Wu's name, so Zhu Lingwu is now also known as Lingwu Daoist.

This name has also been registered in the Patriarch Hall of Fuyang Immortal Peak, and at the same time, Zhu Lingwu's natal spirit talisman hanging in the Patriarch Hall of Fuyang Immortal Peak has also been changed to the corresponding position.

As for Uncle Qiu Mo in Zhu Lingwu's mouth, the insect demon mother-in-law, but they were also the two strongest old demons in the demon cultivators in the village, they were originally demon emperor-level monks with the strength of Yuan Ying, but now their cultivation has almost dropped.

"Ling Wu boy, don't come to this set, if you dare to play thunder again tomorrow, I will fight with you, I don't want to live this kind of life again, I am woken up by thunder every day, and I have nightmares, damn it!"

The demon cultivator called Qiu Mo looked like an old man in his sixties, his beard was silver-white, his whole body looked like his muscles were bulging, but his height was only about half of Zhu Lingwu's...... (To be continued......)