This discussion gave Zhou Yi a great inspiration, and it also helped him a lot in breaking through the realm of Yuanying, and it also made Zhou Yi realize that in this world, not only monks can cultivate.

The biggest difference between monks and mortals is their perception of heaven and earth, as well as their longer life span and strong body.

But is the path practiced by the monk really the way?

Since then, Zhou Yi has always had such doubts in his heart, but this thought has been suppressed in his heart until later, Han Shi became the only listener.

Since then, Han Shi has had the same attitude as Zhou Yi about the idea between heaven and earth, and has always had a trace of suspicion, so although he has already experienced the meaning of withering glory in the first epiphany, he has never condensed it and become his own artistic conception.

On the one hand, it is because Han Shi's cultivation has not yet broken through to the Yuan infant stage, and on the other hand, it is because Han Shi has not yet had a personal experience of the artistic conception of withering glory.

But at the bottom of this thunder lake, immersed in thunder all day long, Han Shi finally felt a trace of the pulse of the artistic conception of withering glory, although it was not a complete artistic conception, if this matter came out, it was enough to shock the entire Beixuanxing.

There has never been a monk who can form his own artistic conception before the cultivation of the Yuan Infant, no matter how incredible the talent is, such a thing, in countless thousands of years, has never appeared, as if before the monk condenses the Yuan Infant, there is a dark barrier, blocking all the possibility of forming the artistic conception.

But this kind of impossible thing is at the bottom of the Thunder Lake at this moment, as if a crack has been smashed open, and there are exceptions.

Everything in the world cannot get rid of the way of reincarnation, and this artistic conception of withering glory is an important part of the way of reincarnation.

With Han Shi's current realm, it can be realized that it is extremely difficult, if you want to fully understand reincarnation, in this world, there are a few people who can do it.

As Han Shi's mind gradually condensed, the black and white ashlar behind him also began to flicker, constantly changing between the virtual and the real.

Gradually, the illusory time is less, and the meaning of condensation gradually occupies more time, once it is completely condensed, it means that the artistic conception of Han Shi is completely formed.

At this time, if Han Shi unleashed the power of the bloodline again, the phalanx phantom formed would be smaller in size, but the degree of condensation would be deeper, and the power would also increase a lot.

After a long time, Han Shi's slightly twisted brows gradually dispersed, and the black and white square stone behind him slowly faded away, Han Shi was also quite helpless in his heart, although he had already felt that he had touched the edge of the artistic conception, but he always felt that something was missing, and the artistic conception of withering glory was not complete, so it naturally could not be fully formed.

The condensation of artistic conception is by no means something that can be done by diligent cultivation, what is needed is chance, once it falls into the force, it will have the opposite effect, after thinking through all this, Han Shi's mind completely calmed down, no longer thought about it, and recast his gaze to this piece of thunder light in front of him, there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, like meditation.

The brightness and extinction of the thunder light and the heartbeat coincided for a moment at a certain moment, Han Shi smiled slightly, and the next moment he spit out a thunder light from his mouth.

This thunder light carried Han Shi's breath, and it fused with the surrounding thunder light at an extremely fast speed, and his breath also merged into the thunder lake along with the thunder light.

Every time his heart beats, Han Shi would spit out a thunderbolt that blended with the surrounding thunder.

Gradually, the surrounding thunder light seemed to have a rhythm like a heartbeat, after spitting out the thousandth and first thunder light, Han Shi closed his eyes and quietly felt his heartbeat, if this thunder lake is compared to a person, Han Shi is the heart of this thunder lake at the moment, one-third of the thunder lake has been synchronized with his heartbeat, every time countless thunders rush into the sky, in Han Shi's heart, it is just a heartbeat.

This thunder lake is too big, although it is only one-third, but the violent thunder power it has reached an incredible level, if the thunder power contained in this one-third thunder lake is completely released in an instant, it will turn into a piece of charcoal within 30,000 miles outside Thundercloud Island, and the entire Northern Xuanxing will hear this uncontrollable thunder sound.

The remaining two-thirds of the surface of the Thunder Lake was calm, and Han Shi's strength could not cross the border.

The fish stayed quietly at the bottom of the lake, far away from Han Shi, in its eyes, there was a trace of curiosity about the green-shirted monk sitting cross-legged, and a trace of confusion, but it didn't care much about the movement caused by Han Shi, if it was willing, the movement caused would be far more than the current scene.

The many monks on the shore of the Thundercloud Lake did not think like this at all, and all of them had a look of shock in their eyes, not only did these countless thunderbolts become more violent, but behind this rage, there was a feeling like a heartbeat.

Except for the fat monk who sat on the ground and entered meditation, everyone turned pale under this beating rhythm.

The rhythm of the thunder light accompanies this thunder sound, once it enters the ears, it produces a power that penetrates deep into the deepest part of the body, and it even forcibly turns the heartbeat of everyone who hears the thunder sound into the same heartbeat as the thunder light, and the heartbeat of everyone is originally uneven, and the Yuanying monks who surround the shore of the thundercloud lake are also all very different in complexion, and many monks who are not cultivated enough will directly vomit blood, and their eyes are shocked.

Some timid people even chose to stay away in a hurry, and it would be unwise to throw their lives here just because they saw the excitement.

But more monks were affirmative, especially the twenty-three Yuanying monks were even more sure that this Thundercloud Island was hiding a treasure, and the time when this treasure appeared in the world was not far away.

Lei is born of heaven and earth, but how can he have a heartbeat, is this heartbeat because of this baby?

If so, such a treasure is enough to make anyone in this forsaken land crazy, not that no one thought that this heartbeat was related to people, this person was Ruan Peng, but after seeing the few names that were still gray on the thundercloud list, he shook his head lightly, in his imagination, these people, even if they were once amazing Han Shi, would never have the power to control such a huge number of violent thunder.

This was not a vision, but a symbol of the birth of a heavy treasure, Ruan Peng closed his eyes again, no longer looking at the frightened expressions not far away.

Time passed, Han Shi's heartbeat was always consistent with the light of thunder, his physical body no longer felt pain, after the thunder power entered the body, it became no longer violent, and was absorbed by the dantian along the meridians, turning into his own yuan power and integrating into the physical body.

He had a feeling that the thunder and lightning, after synchronizing with his heartbeat, seemed to have seen him as a part of the thunder, and behind the fury he could see a trace of the gentleness of the thunder alone.

"Cultivating thunder and lightning, relying on the perception of thunder, cultivation is not deep, in their own body to run the Yuan force, relying on the spirit of the thunder light, belongs to the monk's thunder, the power is much worse than the thunder of heaven and earth, once the power of this thunder and lightning is deepened, you can through the power of traction, borrow the thunder of heaven and earth, to perceive or kill the enemy, the power is much greater than the monk's own condensation of the thunder, but since this technique is to borrow power, it is to prove that it is not its own power, once faced with no thunder to borrow, it will not be able to perform, if you can go further, as I am now, turn yourself into a part of the thunder and lightning, to experience the ins and outs of the thunder, to understand, what is thunder. ”

"At that level, the thunder I have condensed can also be called the thunder of heaven and earth, and even one day, the thunder born of heaven and earth can be replaced. ”

Han Shi's eyes were bright, and at the moment when this thought rose, two lightning flashes flashed in his eyes, and a thick thunder suddenly rose on his body, and if someone faced Han Shi at this moment, he would have a feeling, as if facing a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and that sense of oppression almost crushed people to the ground.