A life of clearness

Chapter 192: Going to the next level
"Whatever. Let her die however she wants."

Yan Wuji stared at the black cocoon for a few moments before retracting his gaze and focusing more on absorbing and resisting the eighty-one white lightnings that he had summoned.

"Eternity, Dongxu, years, or that... thunder of destruction?" His eyes were bright.

Since he wants Thunder Fortune, he wants the best!

Among the four records of thunder mentioned above, the Thunder of Destruction is recognized as the most powerful.

Yan Wuji's target was the Destruction Thunder. Among the Destruction Thunders, the Great Destruction Thunder was the best choice.

"The Forest of All Dharma Steles has spirits, like that stele, which will descend on the best."

"If I want to get the best, I have to show my strength."

"The better my performance, the more I will be recognized by the Forest of Steles, and the better the Thunder of Fortune I will encounter."

This rule had long been understood by the cultivators of the Xuanfeng Realm, but it was easier said than done.

For an ordinary cultivator, the possibility of sudden enlightenment is extremely 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 in his body.

The sound is not loud and can be easily covered by thunder, but its unique rhythm can still be easily heard.

Strange sounds continued to be heard from inside Yan Wuji's body, and this body was slowly changing in a way that was imperceptible to the naked eye, becoming taller and thinner.

What's even more amazing is that the thunder force flowing in the meridians seemed to be appeased. Although its violent nature did not diminish, it was as if a group of soldiers finally met a good general to command them. Their ferocious power was twisted into a rope, and they began to expand their territory in the meridians according to their will.

This intention, of course, is Yan Wuji’s intention.

"The unique physical skills of the Yan family are indeed special. They can actually control the power of thunder." Liu Qiancui murmured to herself, "If you want to obtain the fortune of thunder, the speed and strength of this thunder are the key to solving it."

"Eighty-one white lightning bolts, in less than half an incense stick of time. Yan Wuji was indeed well prepared. Even if this result was put in the past, compared with those geniuses in history, he would be ranked in the top ten. Now... it all depends on which lightning bolt will favor him."

Yan Wuji's performance was good enough to be recognized, but could it be the great destructive thunder that he wanted?

No one can predict for sure until the Thunder Creation appears.

At this time, Liu Qiancui's attention was mostly on Yan Wuji. Although she was also concerned about Rong Qing, it was difficult to judge the situation of being wrapped in black thunder, so she took a few glances, but in the end she was not sharp enough to detect the slightest change.

A ray of golden light flashed across the surface of the cocoon made of black thunder. It was too fast and disappeared too quickly, like a flash of light. Even those who had been staring at it would probably suspect that it was an illusion.

……

Xuan Lei was silent, but the struggle within it was difficult for others to imagine.

The emerald green Yinglong perched in Xugu opened its eyes slightly, scratched its wings, stretched out its strong body, raised its long neck high, and a loud roar was transmitted from Xugu to its sea of ​​consciousness.

The rising waves stopped instantly.

How could Rong Qing not seize this moment of respite? !

The intensity of spiritual awareness rises to the level of the first floor.

But, it’s not good either.

"Because one floor isn't high enough."

The first level of spiritual consciousness can be praised in the mother world, but it is not special in the spiritual world. Even Shen Zhanyan is at the fourth level, but she has not gained much fame by being at the fourth level.

As she encountered various dangerous and difficult situations, Rong Qing increasingly felt that one floor was no longer enough to meet her needs.

Need to go to the next level.

Rong Qing made a decision almost instantly, "I will use this to sharpen my spiritual realm."

Since no one was there to lend her a ladder, she used her own strength to climb the stairs.

This is very dangerous. Especially now Rong Qing has not yet practiced the art of the divine pillar. Without the divine pillar to stabilize her sea of ​​consciousness, Rong Qing's actions are like a small boat on the sea, which will capsize in the slightest storm.

But it is not impossible.

Even without the divine pillar, she still had the sword intent.

The little man with a warm fluorescent light seems to be standing on the spiritual platform in the void, but he is actually standing on his own first floor.

The little hand made a seal, controlling the cold sword intent. The sword head reached the sky, and the sword tip pierced the ground. The supreme sword energy was cold and piercing, and the huge waves in the sea of ​​consciousness raised by the sound became incomparably 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 here."

How could the white thunder that 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 to 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 they are very familiar with!

The eighty-one lightning chains were originally bound to Rong Qing's body, but now they passed through the robe and sank 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.

To draw thunder into the sea of ​​consciousness, let alone Liu Qiancui, even if Yan Wuji knew about it, he would call him a lunatic.

It was nothing, Rong Qing had attracted the lightning too roughly, without any respect at all. Under normal circumstances, like when Shen Zhanyan subdued the Great Fortune Thunder, there were special means to tame it.

There is no way Rong Qing would directly lure Lei in and build a ladder and a building for her.

Only Rong Qing dared to do extraordinary things because he relied on his ability to show off his talents.

Golden light burst out from all parts of the sea of ​​consciousness.

When thunder enters the sea of ​​consciousness, the first person to be hurt will be himself.

The personified little man also showed a painful expression, but her raised foot was firm.

Under his feet, a white lightning chain appeared and was firmly grasped and fixed by Rong Qing's mind.

Take a step down and step firmly. This is the first step.

Rong Qing didn't dare to relax.

Chains of thunder were fixed as she raised and lowered step by step, forming a ladder for her.

She walked slowly but steadily.

Eighty-one thunder chains create eighty-one levels.

When Rong Qing stepped steadily on the last step, she heard the beautiful sound like flowers blooming again.

She looked at the crest of the wave in front of her. It was so close to her only because she was on the second floor.

"There are still thirty-six mysterious thunders." Rong Qing's eyebrows inevitably revealed a bit of fatigue, but her eyes were very excited.

Is just the second floor enough?

She didn't think it was enough. Above the second floor, there were three more floors.

"continue."

She took a deep breath and called out to the silent thunder outside her body with her mind.

This time, she was extremely cautious and vigilant.

……

"coming."

This sentence appeared in the minds of Rong Qing, Yan Wuji and Liu Qiancui at the same time.

But they do not refer to the same thing.

The thundering sound of war drums rang out loudly. Yan Wuji and Liu Qiancui could both hear it.

"Eternity, Dongxu, years, destruction!" The sound of the thunder of creation arrived before its form appeared.

They both looked in the same direction with fiery eyes.

There, the mist sensed the approach of the terrifying existence and fled in all directions. Therefore, they did not notice that the golden light flowing on the black cocoon was getting more and more, faster and faster...

They could only see a blood-red light suddenly appearing in the wide path made by the fog. The edge of the lightning, like a tree branch, was pure black, as if swallowing up all the light.

(End of this chapter)