Chapter 192 Go upstairs again
"That's it. Let her die as she pleases."
Yan Wuji stared at the black cocoon for a few breaths and then looked away, focusing more on absorbing the eighty-one white thunders that resisted his summons.
"Eternity, East Ruins, Years, or that...Destruction Thunder?" His eyes were bright.
Since he wants Thunder to create fortune, he wants the best!
Among the four thunders mentioned above, the Thunder of Destruction is recognized as the most powerful.
Yan Wuji's goal is to destroy Thunder. Among the Thunder of Destruction, the Great Thunder of Destruction is the best choice.
"The Forest of Ten Thousand Dharma Steles has spirits, and the stele like that one will come by selecting the best."
"I Yan Wuji wants to get the best, so he has to show his strength."
"The better my performance is and the more recognized I am by the Forest of Steles, the better the Thunder of Creation I can meet."
This rule has long been understood by the monks in the Xuanfeng Realm. It's just easier said than done.
The possibility of a sudden enlightenment for an ordinary monk is too low.
At this time, it is time to test your own foundation.
A dark light flashed across Yan Wuji's eyes. At the same time, there was a faint sound of gold and jade inside the body.
The sound was not loud and could easily be covered up by the thunder. But its unique rhythm is still easy to hear.
Strange sounds kept coming from Yan Wuji's body. The body he was living in was slowly changing in a way that was invisible to the naked eye, becoming taller and thinner.
What's even more amazing is that the thunder power flowing in the meridians seems to have been soothed. Although it does not reduce its violent nature, it is as if a group of soldiers finally encountered a good general and their fierce power was twisted into a rope. According to The mind begins to expand territory within the meridians.
This intention is of course Yan Wuji's.
"The Yan family's unique physical skills are indeed special. They can also control the power of thunder." Liu Qiancui murmured to himself, "If you want to obtain the creation of thunder, the speed and intensity of solving this tribulation thunder are the key."
"Eighty-one white thunders took less than half a stick of incense. Yan Wuji was indeed prepared. Such achievements, even in the past, could be ranked compared to those geniuses in history. Entering the top ten. Now...it depends on which thunder he can get."
Yan Wuji's performance was enough to be recognized, but could it be the thunder of destruction he wanted?
Before Thunder Creation appeared, no one could tell for sure.
At this time, most of Liu Qiancui's attention was on Yan Wuji. Although she was also paying attention to Rong Qing, it was really difficult to judge the situation surrounded by Xuan Lei. Therefore, she took a few glances, but in the end she was not keen enough to notice the changes as fine as a hair.
A trace of golden light flashed from the surface of the cocoon made of Xuan Lei. It was too fast and disappeared too fast, like a fleeting light. Even people who have been staring closely at it will probably suspect that it is an illusion.
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Xuan Lei is silent, and the struggle within it is difficult for others to imagine.
The emerald green Yinglong entrenched in the Xu Valley opened his eyes slightly, the tips of his wings were splayed, his strong body stretched out, his slender neck was raised high, and a loud roar was transmitted from the Xu Valley to the sea of consciousness.
The rising waves stopped instantly.
How could Rong Qing not seize this moment of breathing time? !
The intensity of spiritual consciousness rose to the height of the first floor.
But, it’s also very bad.
"Because one floor isn't high enough."
A floor in the realm of spiritual consciousness can still be praised in the mother world, but it doesn't look special in the spiritual world. Even Shen Zhanyan is in the fourth-floor realm, and she doesn't have the fame of being on the fourth floor.
As she encountered various dangers and difficulties, Rong Qing felt more and more that one floor could no longer meet her needs.
Need to go to the next level.
Rong Qing made the decision almost instantly, "This is how I will sharpen my spiritual realm."
There was no one to take the stairs, so she used her own strength to go upstairs.
This is dangerous. Especially now, Rong Qing has not yet practiced the divine pillar technique. Without the sacred pillar to stabilize her sea of consciousness, Rong Qing's actions were like a small boat on the sea, which would capsize in a slightly stronger wind and rain.
However, it is not impossible.
Without the divine pillar, she still has the will of the sword.
The little man glowing with warm fluorescence seems to be standing on the altar in the void, but in fact he is stepping on his first floor.
The small hands made secrets, controlling the cold sword intention. The head of the sword reaches the sky, and the tip of the sword penetrates the earth. The Supreme Sword Qi was bone-chilling, and the huge waves of consciousness stirred up by the sound became extremely slow under its influence.
But no matter how slow it is, the tide will still fall. This fall can overturn the spiritual platform in an instant.
"Bai Lei, come."
How could Bai Lei, who was originally in the meridians, not come?
The sea of consciousness of Rong Qing, the master of the physical body, has opened the door to them.
Compared with the cramped meridians, they obviously prefer the vast sea of consciousness. What's more, there is also the sound of war drums in the sea of consciousness that is very familiar to them!
Eighty-one thunder chains were originally bound to Rong Qing's body. Now, the chains passed through the robe and were all submerged into Rong Qing's body. They could not be found in the meridians in the body, and almost instantly, they all rushed into Rong Qing's sea of consciousness.
Introducing thunder into the sea of consciousness, let alone Liu Qiancui, even if Yan Wuji knew it, he would have to be called a madman.
Without him, Rong Qing's lead was too crude and not at all elegant. Under normal circumstances, such as Shen Zhanyan's taming of the Great Creation Thunder, there are special methods to tame it.
There was no way Rong Qing could bring Lei in so directly and build ladders and buildings for her.
In other words, Rong Qing only dared to do extraordinary things because of her ability to appear.
Golden light erupted from everywhere in the sea of consciousness.
When Thunder enters the sea of consciousness, the first person to be injured must be himself.
The simulated villain also showed a painful expression. But her raised feet were firm.
At his feet, a chain of white thunder appeared and was firmly tied to Rong Qing's mind.
Take one step, step down. This is the first step.
Rong Qing didn't dare to relax.
Thunder chains were fixed as she lifted and lowered step by step, setting up a ladder for her.
She walked slowly but steadily.
Eighty-one thunder chains create eighty-one levels.
When Rong Qing stepped firmly on the last step, Rong Qing heard the beautiful sound like a flower blooming again.
She looked at the waves in front of her, so close to her eyes because she was on the second floor.
"There are still thirty-six mysterious thunders." Rong Qing's eyebrows inevitably showed a bit of weariness, but her eyes were very excited.
Is just a second floor enough?
She doesn't think it's enough. Above the second floor, there are three floors.
"continue."
She took a deep breath and mentally summoned the silent Xuan Lei outside her body.
This time, she was extremely cautious.
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"Coming."
This sentence appeared in the minds of Rong Qing, Yan Wuji, and Liu Qiancui at the same time.
But they don't refer to the same thing.
The thunderous war drums sounded loudly. Both Yan Wuji and Liu Qiancui could hear it.
"Eternal, East Ruins, Years, Destruction!" The form of the thunder of creation did not appear, but the voice came first.
Both of them looked in the same direction with fiery eyes.
There, the mist sensed the approaching terrifying presence and fled away. Therefore, none of them noticed that the golden light flowing on the black cocoon was getting more and more rapid...
They could only see a streak of blood coming suddenly in the wide path made by the mist, and the edge of the lightning like tree branches was pure black, as if it swallowed all the light.
(End of chapter)