Thunder Martial

Asked about his source of power, Purple said, "I got it by accident. ”

“Can you be more specific? ”

The middle-aged man looked at Purple and said, "Don't get me wrong, I have no malice, I just want to do more for the gods of this world and I don't want them to continue to suffer oppression. One more powerful force, then naturally one more choice. ”

“I am not a true divine tribe, my power is Ray, in the divine king's heavenly road we discovered a prehistoric site, I inadvertently got another thunderous force, which is very powerful, much more powerful than my previous thunderous power, but it just can't stay forever. ”

Purple thought about it and said: “This power will drain away in no time. When I feel sorry for using it, I discover that my power has undergone some kind of mutation. ”

Zijuan didn't tell the truth, but it wasn't all a lie. At best, it was a good faith lie, because his kung fu could not be taught. If it were possible, he would have passed it on to Thunder in the team.

Looking at the middle-aged man's expression of regret, Purple said: "There is also one in my team who uses thunder power, and I try to give him some mutant energy to see if his power can change, and the result is no. ”

“Indeed, it seems that the world cannot tolerate the emergence of stronger forces.” The middle-aged man sighed and did not question whether there was false information in the purple language.

“Has this been happening for a long time?” Zijuan asked.

“It's been years. ”

“If that's the case, why doesn't the gods take care of it? After all, this is where the gods built it. Do you believe they have absolute power? ”

“I don't know much about this either. It's said that once the world is built, there are hierarchical limitations. The power of the gods is too strong. If we come here, it will crumble the world. ”

The other side said so, but made Zijuan even more confused.

If the gods knew there was a problem here, why did Yiqian come here?

Don't the Tower War Gods know that the landscape has changed?

Perhaps there are other secrets in it?

“What is the power of the Netherworld?” Zijuan asked.

“When I walked in this world, I inadvertently got a stone of strength, a force capable of restraining rules, which I called the power of the underworld, thus creating the power of the underworld. Anyone who succeeds in obtaining the power of the Ghost after an attempt can disregard aboriginal rule repression. ”

The middle-aged man said, "Are you here because of the power of the ghost? ”

Purple shook his head and said, "I'm here to see what's going on with the Ghost, but also to exchange my resources for the Divine King's Crystal. ”

“How much resources do you have?” The middle-aged man asked with a smile.

“Not much. Last time I exchanged half of it, that's when I met a Hookah of the Kings, and he gave me a glitter order, let me come here to see it. ”

Looking at what Hookah had hoped for, it was clear that after coming here, he should be rewarded, and Purple wouldn't mind saying his name.

Next, Zixuan took out the resources that had been sorted out and gave them to the middle-aged people, who took over the resources and looked at them. It looked very unexpected, “These resources will be converted into equivalent Wang Jing, which will be given to you later. ”

And then he looked at Purple and said, "I wonder if you're interested in the power of the Netherworld? ”

“Me?” Purple.

“Yeah, the power of the underworld is a special force that can be suppressed in disregard of the rules, and the power of the Divine Nation here will not be excluded, and with luck, perhaps you will possess both.” The middle-aged man said with a laugh.

Purple hearsay is very heartbeat, if that's true, it's natural to be good.

“May I?” There was anticipation on the purple face.

“The premise of obtaining the power of the Netherworld is not to join the First Nations, but immediately to be able to fight on your own, both of which you possess, naturally. ”

“Thank you very much. ”

Zijuan hugged his fist and thanked him.

“You follow me. ”

This adult, the highest and most powerful of the underworld, walks out of the room with a purple clay and walks far away.

Other people along the way saw this scene, their faces were full of amazement, and they didn't understand why adults personally lowered their identity to entertain a king.

After hearing the story of the King's origins and identity, their surprised faces also showed shock.

It turns out that this is the recent passing on of the boiling Lord, who is remarkable.

Led by this middle-aged man, Purple walked deep into the power of the Ghost, during which he met a number of guardians.

The number of the outside world is very small, and the real world is one force.

Within their jurisdiction are mining veins, hunting beasts, and all kinds of people.

“The resources here, too, were exchanged in the city?” Forward purple suddenly thought of the question, puzzled asked.

The middle-aged man laughed, "No, the First Nations are very excluded from us, and our resources are channelled differently. ”

Purple nodded and obviously understood each other's meaning.

There has never been an absolute enemy in the world, or just an absolute interest.

It is believed that there is also such a presence among the First Nations, as long as the interests are sufficient and the union with the Netherworld is nothing.

They both went to the place where the Wang San Pin Township guarded, and from the breath released from them, Purple felt the threat, obviously they were both in the dark.

“My Lord! ”

With the arrival of the two, these men embraced their boxing rituals.

The middle-aged man nodded and said: "Open the door. ”

One Wang San Pin turned around and pushed the door behind him. The other Wang San Pin looked curious, measuring purple.

Wang Yiping can kill a native?

And one kill is a bunch.

How is this possible?

The door opened slowly and a powerful aura emanated from the front, blowing purple dark hair.

He saw a space, and it was black, and he couldn't see what was in it.

“I'm not going in there with you.” The middle-aged man said, "Whether or not you get the power of the ghost depends on whether you get it or not. ”

Purple nodded and adjusted his mood, then walked forward.

He entered the open portal and stepped into a space.

Originally a pitch-black space, there was a bright light at the moment and the light was faint, but enough to make him see everything around him.

A trail stretches forward to the end, and at the end, there is a huge stone that emits black light.

As we approach, Zixuan feels a very strong force of oppression filling the air, and the pressure is increasing.

Just half way forward, this pressure has made Purple feel a little uncomfortable.

He frowned and the thunder flashed.

Just as the thunder released the light, the giant black stone in front was also bright, as if sleeping, suddenly awakened.