Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

Half-step Wuhuang, who was driven away by Xiao Chen, did not go far, a place floating a thousand meters away from Thunder Valley, looked at Xiao Chen with a grin.

“This guy is really dead and alive, never allowed in Thunder Valley, martial artists above Wuhuang stay. ”

“Let's wait and see how he gets struck by lightning! ”

“That is the immortal god Thunder, the peak Wuhuang can't stand it for a while, when he dies, we will share his treasure equally. ”

Xiao Chen did not open his eyes, but the emitted God, but he heard the expression of these people and the words spoken.

With a faint smile in his heart, he ignored it. His position as a Lady heir was based on the Moon Shadow Knife. Immortal God Thunder, how could he attack him for no reason? These people are afraid to be disappointed.

……

A man with a sword walked calmly on the surface of an ancient land, Bibo Wan Ha's Lake of Heaven.

As the footsteps step down, over the water, a circle of ripples dissipates.

Above the sky, white clouds floating, clear sky for 10,000 miles, but above this blank paper sky, there is a slightly dark inky trace, looks very uncoordinated.

Closer together, you will find that little trace, a thick black cloud, beneath a thick black cloud, is a gloomy island.

The young man with the long sword looked at the scene ahead with a faint smile: "The total rudder of the Ghost Church is no different than expected. ”

This man, Chu Dynasty Cloud, who hasn't appeared for a long time since the Five Kingdoms Tournament, somehow appeared here.

Behind him stood several powerful fighters with unpredictable breath. Among them is the Catholic bishop, master of the Devil Prairie Mysterious Black Cavalry and president of the Black Dragon Society.

An important character, standing behind Chu Chaoyun at this moment, showed great respect.

In a secret room of the island's palace, a man with dark air sat on his legs. If you look closely, you will find that the face of this black man is still three or two points similar to Xiao Chen's.

Whoa!

On the man in black sitting on a tray leg, a phantom stood up, and the phantom slowly solidified, quickly resembling a real person.

The man in black pushed open the door of the secret room and guarded next to him, shocked and shocked: “Bishop, you're closed. Go and inform the master. ”

“A split body is nothing more than a fuss!” The man in black smiled lightly and walked forward.

The governor, who hurriedly arrived with a group of disciples, saw the man and immediately knelt down. "Bishop, how did you get out?" ”

The black-clothed man waved his hand and the invisible power instantly entrusted the group, "Follow me to the Guest. ”

Hu Hu!

The Mysterious Black Clothed Man of Hidden Religion, waved his palm, took a group of people flying up, several breathing kung fu, came to Chu Chaoyun.

The mysterious black-clothed man looked at Chu Chaoyun and smiled slightly: “Interesting, the Tianwu dynasty that I destroyed 10,000 years ago, today a group of people came to me to cooperate. ”

Chu Dynasty clouds and winds smiled lightly and lightly. “As long as the goal is the same, it doesn't matter who you work with, but your strength disappoints me a little. ”

zi!

The voice fell, Chu Chaoyun eyes, suddenly lit a golden flame, such as a golden paint-like fire, poured out, instantly light a man in black, all over his body.

“The power is good, unfortunately it's too slow, my little one can easily escape! ”

The mysterious man in black reappeared in front of Chu Chaoyun, grinning, palms like knives, towards his chest, straight into it.

Boo!

Over the Nine Heavens, a golden light fell, the light condensed to the essence, the black man's palm inserted in the chest of Chu Chaoyun, emitting a metal collision, the heaven of trembling trembling.

chacha cha!

Substantial light, an inch of fragmentation like a lens, landed on a calm lake surface, erupting a runway water column.

The light went out, and the mysterious man in black smiled slightly: "Yes, the kung fu of the ancestors, the understanding is fine. ”

“You too, the sword of the youth emperor, didn't say you were cut to waste. ”

Chu Dynasty cloud fought against each other, without the slightest fear of the person, said: “Don't talk, open the door of the demonic realm. ”

The mysterious man in black did not panic: “Don't worry, there is one more person to wait for. Without her, even if you go to the demonic world, you will not learn the higher martial arts of the Demon Nation. ”

Hu!

At this point, on the far side of the sky, a woman in a purple dress with a headscarf was left behind. The woman has a purple mark on her forehead, moving eyes and snatching her soul.

Just one glance and it will be overwhelmed by emotions, wanting to sink forever.

Chu was shocked by the clouds and felt an invisible danger in her heart. "Who is she? ”

“Cold Moon, Abyss Demon Realm, once one of the eighteen demon emperors.” The man in black lightly said.

……

Sunrise and sunset, the thunderous noise in Thundering Valley, never stops running.

“Five days have passed, why hasn't this guy been killed by thunder? It doesn't make sense! ”

“It's strange, for five days, we haven't moved a step, but that immortal god Thunder, like knowing this kid, nothing. ”

“I'm a little dizzy, my energy is almost exhausted, so wait here, this kid didn't get struck by lightning, we're going to fall into the sea. ”

“Wait a minute, this guy is a real dragon king genius, and he's got a lot of medicine on him, all kinds of babies. ”

“Yeah, it's a tough one to find. It's cheap for nothing! ”

Those who are waiting for Xiao Chen to be struck by lightning are about to run out of energy, but still have strong expectations, biting teeth, etc.

In Thundering Valley, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, and in both his eyes, there was a purple light.

Five days later, Xiao Chen's understanding of thunder and lightning went even further.

There is no thunder in the world, thunder is not like wind, fire, water and other properties, the world that has lasted forever. Only wind and cloud gatherings produce thunder, which does not exist in isolation.

If there is no wind, if there is no cloud, there will be no thunder.

Just like the immortal thunder in this Thunder Valley, without the windy, long-lasting clouds, even if what the Thunder Emperor is doing, a thunderous will cannot be immortal.

Understanding this, Xiao Chen's mind, the will for thunder, outlines a blurred pattern.

Although there is no formal entrance yet, there is at last a general direction that will not be as foggy as before.

“After a glance, six months officially passed and today we are going to gather in Fenglong City.” Xiao Chen stood up and muttered.

I glanced ahead and the half martial arts emperors who were waiting for him to be struck by lightning couldn't help but laugh.

Whoo!

Gently at the toe, the Azure Dragon phantom emerged, between the ups and downs, Xiao Chen silently came behind these people, smiling: “What are you waiting for, old gentlemen? ”

“What more can you wait for when that boy is struck by lightning!” An old man said indiscriminately.

A few people turned around and saw Xiao Chen behind them. His face was white and he was shocked and backed away.

“Oh, not much skill. My heart is poisonous, so I'll let you taste the thunder. ”

Xiao Chen reached out his finger, above the sky, the wind and clouds moved, the clouds collided, and a thunder struck the sky, and the man who spoke directly bombarded the water.

“The cloud moves to have thunder, but the cloud cannot be windless and automatic, so there is still wind! ”

In his heart, Xiao Chen casually approached the feeling of recent days in Thunder Valley, developed, time thunder works, a group of half steps waiting for Xiao Chen to be struck by thunder Wuhuang.

Thunderlights struck me and I shouted, scorching black all over the water.

“Go, go to Dragon City. ”

The old people were all struck by lightning, and Xiao Chen was not in difficulty for the group. He stepped on the green dragon and left towards the city of Feng Long.

Gu Lung Gu Lung!

Xiao Chen walked far below, above the bottom of the sea, a blister, a dark and autumnal head, emerged from the water like a refugee.

Between them, they still didn't understand each other, and they were puzzled: “No, this kid wasn't struck by lightning, but we were struck by lightning. ”