Fengyunlu

"It's right here." A soft voice sounded, and a black light silently penetrated into the thunder pool. It turned out that Mo Qiuyin had been lurking in the dark until this moment. He had been using his divine sense to explore the thunder pool, as if he was looking for something. Now he finally found the target and broke into the thunder pool without hesitation.

"I knew your target is here." Lei Gong seemed to have anticipated all this. Immediately afterwards, the heavy rain in the sky suddenly stopped. He turned around and rushed to the Thunder Pool. At the same time, the heavy rain in the sky was frozen in the air. The rain around Leiming Mountain stopped falling, and the lightning flashed, making people dare not act rashly.

However, before Lei Gong could enter the Thunder Pool, he was forced back by a sword light and had to retreat. It turned out that the sloppy man also took action at this moment. He swung his sword again, sweeping away the rain and snow in the sky of Leiming Mountain, and interrupting everything.

Several people from Chunming Pavilion were repelled one after another, Dong Xuegui showed up, and the three brothers fell aside. This time, without the participation of Xia Tianchang, the change of the four seasons was ultimately missing a link with the power of the sloppy man's sword, so the power from the outside world was easily cut off.

At this moment, the strong wind stopped blowing and the flying snow stopped falling. The three brothers looked at each other, feeling a little dissatisfied, but they had other arrangements to make at the moment, so they did not say or ask more.

On the other side, the battle between Lei Gang and Xia Tianchang had not yet been decided, when two great beams of light in the sky were suddenly swept by a sword energy. The sharpness of the sword energy forced them to temporarily dodge, but they also retreated to their respective camps at the right time.

"Master Lei, you can't move yet." At this time, the sloppy man spoke lightly. Although his voice was light, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Lei Gong's face was solemn. The two times this man attacked made him feel an unmatched power. However, the sloppy man had no aura at all, as if he had no cultivation at all, and it was hard to tell his depth.

However, Lei Gong was extraordinary after all. After being seriously injured by him last time, he had already guessed his general identity. This person must be a surviving disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect three hundred years ago. Otherwise, the previous sword strike, such an authentic hidden sword technique, Lei Gong was confident that except for his old friend Feng Wanlin, no one else had the talent or the understanding to be able to see the sword intent left in the ruins of the ruins of the Hidden Sword Sect.

Although he guessed the other party's identity, Lei Gong still didn't know who this person was. Even their body shape and appearance did not resemble each other at all.

"Your Excellency is an expert in this field. I, Lei Gong, admire you very much. But in my Leiming Mountain, you are not the one who makes the decisions." Lei Gong said as a bright light flashed around his body, and the dark blue light gradually grew stronger.

After a while, the light was so bright that everyone could not see, and they did not know what Lei Gong was trying to do. He only saw his light getting brighter and brighter, as if it penetrated the heaven and earth, one end plunged into the thunder pool, and the other end hung on the red silk purple cloud.

"To see without using a sword, to see without seeing. Even if you are the only one alive among the three swords of heaven, earth and man, you can only watch now." The beam of light condensed, bathed in the thunder power, and the faint voice was a little cold, which also left no room for doubt.

The slovenly man was not surprised, as if he had expected Lei Gong to do this. His eyelids drooped slightly, but he did not make another move.

However, the eyes of the people behind him were full of surprise. The people from Chunming Pavilion gasped, Xia Tianchang and Qiu Lingjin looked at each other, Dong Xuegui who appeared again couldn't help but shake his head, and even Xue Ya and others beside A Li were stunned for a moment.

Zhuang Mo just stood there quietly, his eyes indifferently sweeping over the sloppy man, and at the same time glancing at him from time to time, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, as if he was silently making some kind of guess in his heart, but he couldn't tell whether it was right or wrong.

The reason why the people around were so shocked was that Lei Gong's actions had become unshakable. Although the beam of light seemed to be generated randomly, the meaning contained in it seemed to have surpassed the realm of the Saint level. The momentum that was faintly revealed seemed to be an existence above the Primordial Chaos. Such a realm was enough to occupy a place in the era of the Great Dao Struggle and the competition between Immortals and Gods.

Therefore, these so-called Xuanmen masters, even if they were unwilling in their hearts, had to temporarily bow their heads. As Lei Gong said, even if the three swords of Jianyinmen, Tiandiren and Ren, were gathered together, facing Lei Gong's momentum at this time, they could only watch from the sidelines.

However, his Thunder Power was still at the level of Primordial Chaos and had not yet surpassed the Saint level. Although it was unknown how he had reached this level, it was clear that his ability seemed to be limited to the Thunder Pool, and he could not go beyond it, let alone harm others.

"Nine Heavens and Nine Layers is the current limit. If Master Lei forcibly enters the Zhou Tian, ​​there will be endless troubles." The sloppy man spoke lightly. Although he had remained silent, he couldn't help but remind him in the end. However, there was a hint of eagerness in his tone.

Lei Gong stood in the beam of light with tremendous momentum, but for some reason, he did not take any action, as if he was waiting for something.

Hearing the slovenly man's words, Lei Gong nodded, then shook his head and asked calmly, "Your Excellency has joined the enemy, so I guess the Sword Hidden Sect was not created by the poor family, right?"

The sloppy man's eyes suddenly narrowed, as if something on his mind was touched upon. The aura around him became a little restless, and suddenly burst out, actually pushing everyone behind him back several steps.

Everyone in Chunming Pavilion was shocked again. They looked the slovenly man up and down, thinking to themselves that they knew this mysterious man was unfathomable when they first arrived here. Even if everyone present joined forces, they would probably not be his opponent. They didn't expect his strength to be so strong. Just a trace of unintentional restlessness made them unable to resist. If they really started fighting, they might not be able to resist his attack even if they joined forces.

However, why would such a person join a poor family? According to Lei Gong, he seemed to be from the Jianyin Sect and was also a high-ranking member of the sect. It was unbelievable that such a person was willing to work for the enemy. But he was here, but he didn't seem to be doing his best.

"In addition, although your cultivation seems to be at the level of Zhou Tian, ​​you are still wandering in the red dust. It may be that there is something shackled in your heart that you cannot break free from." Lei Gong's words have shocked everyone in Chunming Pavilion, including Zhuang Mo.

If it was just shock, Zhuang Mo could accept it with his knowledge. After all, there are always people who are better than him, and it is understandable that others have higher cultivation. As for the disaster of Jianyin Sect, no one in the good and evil sects knew the details at that time, and they just blamed the disaster on the poor sect.

But now, according to Lei Gong, this sloppy man's cultivation has actually reached the Zhoutian realm. Others may not know, but Zhuang Mo understands what this means. His Pili Hall's Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art has nine heavens and nine levels, and above that is the Zhoutian Immortal God. That realm has transcended the Xuanmen and reached the level of immortals, gods, ghosts and demons.

Such a person has never appeared in the Great Dao Struggle, so how could he be willing to be inferior to the humble family? Zhuang Mo's eyes were full of surprise, and his heart was full of confusion. Others were even more shocked than him.

Although everyone present, except A Li and Zhuang Mo, did not know how profound the Pili Hall's skills were, but being in the Xuanmen, how could they not know the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art Nine Heavens Nine Layers? Hearing that the sloppy man had the ability of Zhou Tian, ​​coupled with his momentum at the moment, he thought he was also a fairy. Although it seemed a bit forced, it was still beyond the Saint level after all.

No one expected that Lei Gong's words would be so shocking, and then there was another shocking statement. The sloppy man actually had the same ability as Lei Gong at this time, and he had the ability to move around at will without any effort. How could this not shock people?

After a long while, Zhuang Mo looked back at A Li, and both brother and sister smiled bitterly. A Li shook his head secretly, comparing his husband, the demon king, with this sloppy man in his mind. After comparing them, he felt powerless again. Beyond the Saint level, the difference in that realm is simply a world of difference.

At this moment, everyone present, except Zhuang Mo, began to waver in their faith, and a sense of frustration rose up out of nowhere and spread around the thunder pool. In the end, it was Feng Chen who reacted and slowly looked at the sloppy man, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and his fighting spirit was stronger than ever before.

Zhuang Mo saw his unusual movements and immediately understood what was going on. He thought to himself, this child's determination to become a Taoist is no less than his father's. With such an innate spirit, why worry about not being able to break through the shackles of immortals, gods, ghosts and demons? Moreover, the sloppy man in front of him has already seen the doorway. Since there is a precedent, he can naturally break the shackles.

Deep in the Thunderbolt Hall, there are some unknown secrets and means hidden, which is surprising. Lei Tangzhu, as the leader of the Thunderbolt Hall, has extraordinary abilities and wisdom. However, even if he has such a powerful force, he should know that this cannot stop our determination and actions to leave. At this time, Moqiu's voice came slowly from the Thunder Pool, and the voice was getting closer and closer. Obviously, he had completed his purpose of entering the Thunder Pool.

Lei Gong still maintained his confidence, and his confidence even made people around him begin to doubt where his confidence came from. The next moment, as if to answer everyone's inner doubts, snowflakes fell from the sky, like the ups and downs of the mountains. The rain and snow that were swept away by a sloppy man's sword before now turned into a sky full of white, and were used by Lei Gong. It turned out that the magical power of winter snow returning to the four seasons was also cleverly used by Lei Gong and became his means.

"Snow falling from the sky!" Ah Li said softly, her voice as soft as if she were talking to herself. Zhuang Mo patted her shoulder gently and nodded slightly, indicating that everything was fine.

The people around heard her voice and thought she was worried about Lei Gong's unique skills. However, they didn't know that her eyes were already slightly red, full of worry and subtle heartache.

However, Fengchen was right beside her, and he possessed the mysterious perception of the innate spirit. Although his cultivation was still shallow, some things were so close that he could detect them without even trying.

Turning his head, Fengchen glanced at her gently. When Ah Li saw him looking at her, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he quickly restrained all his emotions.

Feng Chen understood that this was something she didn't want others to notice, so he didn't ask any more questions, pretending that everything was normal, and took the opportunity to set his eyes on Zhuang Mo: "Uncle Zhuang, my uncle Lei is injured. Will there be any hidden dangers if he acts so forcefully?"

Zhuang Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, he is in the thunder pool, and his injuries have healed as soon as he moved. But..."

Feng Chen saw that he was hesitant to speak, and hurriedly asked: "Just what?"

Zhuang Mo's eyes showed concern, but he didn't know how to start, so he just shook his head gently and said lightly: "I have also been under the Thunder Pond for a hundred years. In addition to the Demon Flame Front, I don't know what other crucial things are in that mysterious formation. I'm afraid that Mo Qiu came here this time just for it. It is said that your uncle Lei only needs to kill Mo Qiu in the Thunder Pond with one move of Zhou Tian, ​​and this snow falling from the sky should not appear. But he did this, I think there is something worth his life to protect, or there is some danger about to appear. In short, what he exchanged his life for is definitely not an ordinary thing."

"Trade my life for it..." Feng Chen murmured to himself, not knowing what to do.

He understood and thought clearly. The trouble he caused this time caused Lei Gong to send him to the Thunder Pool for body training. If it weren't for this, how could the Han Clan find an opportunity to attack the Thunderbolt Hall? For so many years before, the Han Clan had never made any move. It's easy to know that there was no chance. How could he not regret causing such a big trouble during the body training process?

Thinking of this, Feng Chen couldn't help but look at Zhuang Mo: "Uncle Zhuang, you are unfathomable, and you once said that you would help me if I asked for anything. This time my uncle Lei might be in trouble, and I beg you to help him."

At the end of his speech, Feng Chen actually leaned forward with the courtesy of a junior, wanting to ask him for help. However, before he could bow, Zhuang Mo reached out and supported him.

"There's no need to do that. I, Zhuang Mo, keep my word. I will do my best to meet your request." Zhuang Mo said as he helped Feng Chen up.

Feng Chen looked grateful and continued, "So, Uncle Zhuang is willing to help Uncle Lei?"

"Of course. But your uncle Lei's blood and energy are burning in the snow, so no one can help him. As for now, I can't do anything. He is too powerful, and no one can get close to him except the mysterious man. You don't need to help now. Wait until he uses up all his strength and uses his killing moves. If there is any danger, I will help him." After Zhuang Mo finished speaking, he exchanged glances with A Li, as if he had made up his mind.

Feng Chen was too concerned to notice. He just nodded and stared at Lei Gong without blinking.

It is not known whether their conversation was intentional or unintentional, but in any case, there was no defense and it was naturally heard by the people around them.

The four brothers of Beichen Palace frowned. They all knew that Zhuang Mo stirred up trouble more than a hundred years ago, and his cultivation was unfathomable. Now that a hundred years have passed, it is even more difficult to guess. Although he is not as good as the mysterious man, the brothers of Beichen Palace also know that he is not easy to deal with. In addition, he is the elder brother of A Li, so the attitude of the demon king must be considered. In this way, if the chaos breaks out again later, how should he stop it or help the Pili Hall?