Fengyunlu

The angry god thundered in the sky, and all kinds of methods were useless.

These words were indeed true. Before Feng Chen cursed him, he was speechless by the overwhelming might of heaven. The demonic flames covered in gray and ink tightened and stagnated, and his slightly thin body began to crumble.

"bring it on!!"

Full of humiliation, helpless blood and hatred, all burst out at this sound, but after roaring, he was directly knocked down on the high platform by stronger pressure.

Pa~uh~

"Little baby, accept your fate. You are destined to make up for my struggles. Why don't I give you a happy life?"

"Noisy."

Feng Chen ignored Jiuyou, just waiting for the divine thunder to fall, and Jiuyou stopped talking. Under the silence, only the thunder was faintly moving, and a few wisps of residual power roared...

......

"Hall Master Lei, this kid doesn't understand, why are you still fooling around?"

Outside the altar, Lei Gong was waiting in the thunder pool, and suddenly a spiritual thought came to his ears, it was Zhuang Mo.

Lei Gong's eyes flickered: "What? You care so much, don't you just want to return the favor?"

"It doesn't matter how you look at it. Anyway, I just paid it back for Ali, but...sigh." Zhuang Mo sighed in the middle of his words.

After a moment, he continued to ask: "Hall Master Lei, have you ever regretted it in these years?"

"Is it useful?" Lei Gong asked back. This question seemed unintentional, but it included everything.

Zhuang Mo smiled: "Haha, not bad, it's of no use, it's just a pity."

"What's such a pity, it's just..." Lei Gong paused in mid-sentence, and his mind moved as if he was sensing something. The color of memories in his eyes also receded, and his sleeves and robes swayed. He looked forward and stared intently at the altar.

On the other side, Zhuang Mo was trapped in a cage, and at the same time he felt a surge of powerful and mighty power, faintly angry.

"Is it coming?"

……

As the words fell, Lei Teng issued an order from outside the Lei Pond: "Lead the Eight Desolations, pass through the Nine Levels, gather the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, rise!!"

"Got the order!!"

Following the words, the Immortal Jue Palm command flags were placed in all directions, and each of the eight desolate and eight major formations on the Immortal Jue formation had a purple and blue talisman thunder seal.

This thunder seal is the eight representations of the word thunder, which may be a talisman, a cylindrical seal, a chant, an ink, a dye, a treasure, or a moving movement.

When the eight thunder seals were condensed, a burst of thunder roared from the formation. The roar lasted for nine days, then passed through Chi Lian, and then fell in a deep voice and resounded throughout the thunder pond.

Rumble~

It captures the heart and soul. Thousands of thunders in the thunder pool are like the stars rising in the sky.

Not long after, the sound in the thunder pool disappeared, and the thunder seals in all directions on the formation were also solidified. At this time, a somewhat illusory colorless thunder seal surged out of Lei Teng's hand.

This seal was the size of a palm at first. As it slowly rose, Lei Teng continued to infuse the power of the formation, and became larger and larger. When it finally settled in the air, it was nine feet high, eight feet wide, and about 100 meters thick. Six feet.

Seeing this, Lei Teng pinched another Yinzi Jue in his hand, and then swept the formation with his spiritual thoughts.

"Nine Immortals Divine Guide, knot!!"

The remaining sound was about to fall, and the Bafang Divine Thunder Seal suddenly stagnated, and then rushed towards the Colorless Thunder Seal like a spurt.

Chi~chi~chi...

Without any pause, eight blue-purple ink thunder seals melted directly into it, followed by the endless protective power of the Immortal Array.

This is the key to protecting the wind and dust from serious injury, and it is also the source of vitality for the people of Zixiao God Lei Ze. Because of this, there will be a glimmer of life in the time of destruction.

"go!!"

When the colorless turns to purple-blue, and then completely turns into purple, Lei Teng points his flag and confirms it in his mouth.

The secret seal that was already the guide of the Nine Immortals roared up, rushing towards the Red Lian Anni that covered the mountains in the thunder pool.

Quiet.

Yes, it is silence, absolute silence.

There was no power, no sound, and no ups and downs of any kind. The Nine Immortals God Yin was like a mud cow falling into the sea, sinking into the red and purple clouds without making any sound.

It's like nothing happened.

Ga~

After a long time, a subtle sound finally came out.

Immediately after, the wind picked up, the thunder clouds rolled, and a black cloud brewing from nowhere slowly appeared, covering the sky.

There is thunder hidden in the black clouds, and it is also powerful, and there is even a little purple light about to appear.

Originally, the pressure in the Lei Pond could only crush Feng Chen, but now even Lei Teng and others were struggling to deal with it. The hundreds of disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall in the formation were all using their own mysterious skills to resist.

However, the thunder skills in the thunder pool have no fear and have almost no impact. Under the great power of heaven, they still remain calm and stand proudly. This shows how high their cultivation level must be.

However, there is another person in the thunder pool who seems to be indifferent to the thunder skill. This person is Yanjun Zhuangmo who is imprisoned in the cage. His cultivation has made countless righteous people look out for him more than a hundred years ago. At this time, it is even more profound. Measurement.

"Master Lei Hall, it's too late to stop now. When the divine thunder falls, I'm afraid it will be too late to regret." Under the power of God, Zhuang Mo said something again. He seemed to be quite concerned about Feng Chen's life and death, and he said it again and again. San’s reminders and persuasion, but I don’t know if he really wants to return the favor or if he has another purpose.

Lei Gong wanted to say "no problem", but suddenly remembered something off-topic, and then said: "You once worshiped Tianjizi as your teacher, why don't you personally calculate this child's fate?"

"I've calculated it, but I can't figure it out. I guess it's because my Taoism is still shallow and my foundation is not enough. I can't fathom the vastness of heaven." Zhuang Mo replied with a feeling of shame.

Lei Gong said calmly: "Not necessarily. Before this child came here, Emperor Cangyun was protecting the way, and Lord Tian Dao deduced it, but he didn't calculate it either."

"No wonder..." Zhuang Mo pondered, thought for a while, and continued: "Does Master Lei mean to tell me not to take advantage of this child?"

"So be it, today is destined to be a mess. If Han Clan comes and something happens to this kid, just let him be." Lei Gong meant what he said. He knew that Han Clan would take this opportunity to save Zhuang Mo. By saying this, he wanted to use Zhuang Mo's mouth to tell Han Men that he would immediately kill anyone who dared to threaten Feng Chen.

"Hall Master Lei is overthinking it. If Bai Ximeng hadn't broken into the Emperor's Garden and caused Feng Wanlin to rescue people in the tower, how could A Li Jue be resurrected? Such a great favor, how could I have harmed their orphans? ." Zhuang Mo responded calmly, without any pretense.

Lei Gong nodded, his eyes moved, and he continued with a hint of memory: "Just remember."

Just as the words were about to fade away, a roar of divine power that had been brewing for a long time resounded through the entire Thunder Mountain.

Boom~click~

............

This sound not only drove away the numerous celestial birds and beasts in the Fuyang Mountains, but also awakened many strange monsters and alien races dormant in the deep mountains. Even the high-level Xuanmen cultivators in the distance felt the sound.

"Huh? This is...?"

It was desolate in the darkness, and I don’t know who murmured a question...