Thunder Martial

The space was empty, seemingly empty, and there was a man standing in it.

Zixuan can't see the other person's true appearance, he can only see a gleaming thunder.

Thunderlight made him familiar, and it was not clear whether the two types of thunder were attracted to each other because both parties were of Thunder ethnicity.

Purple glances at the lightning flashes, eyes don't blink, strive to miss out on any detail.

The man moved, hands stamped, fingertips lightning disillusioned.

Purple stared closely at each other's stamping movements, and every detail change was deeply engraved into the mind, trying not to make mistakes.

Printing is not cumbersome, well remembered, and ends quickly.

I saw the lightning flashing figure around me, looked up at the sky, hidden between me, purple heard a thunderous rage, “Manage thunder! ”

Above the dome, the space was distorted, and the void seemed to be torn apart by a very powerful force, a bright light descending from the sky, illuminating the space.

Between moments, the glory and thunder roared for a long time.

“Is this thunder control? No one knows. How to do it? ”

Once again, the heavens and the earth recovered as usual. Purple looked ahead and stunned.

This is like the lightning strike he once used, and even the lightning strike at the beginning, he can summon thousands of thunderbolts, like chains running through the heavens and the earth, much more spectacular than this one right now.

Just when Purple thought that he was in the wrong place, he saw the lightning flashing figure and suddenly turned his head.

He glanced at the purple.

It's like crossing time and space, crossing the long river of time, seeing the present from a distant past.

Purple still couldn't see each other, but saw those eyes.

It was a pair of arrogant, dazzling eyes, powerful and confident, with a feeling of sole self-esteem.

At that moment, the purple sees an extinct king, standing in the sky, higher than the sky.

At this moment, he no longer doubts the identity of the other party.

Extreme Thunder Emperor!

“Spirit of Thunder! ”

Suddenly these four words resounded in the purple mind.

These four words spread in his mind, as if they were innumerable pieces of memories that were incomplete.

The most common of these is Ray.

Ray out of the blue!

He kept coming down from the sky and never stopped.

Until in the lightning, a brighter light emerged, as if it were the initial light between heaven and earth, tearing the night apart and illuminating the heavens and earth.

When this light appeared, the innumerable pieces in the purple mind disappeared.

The standing light shadow in front dissipated and turned into countless thunderbolts.

Purple consciousness retreated into this space.

The jade in front of him exploded and disappeared into countless flying ashes.

Purple opened his eyes and there was still confusion in his eyes.

He did not know what exactly was what he had seen before, and at the same time he did not know what was remarkable about lightning technology.

He doesn't understand what the Spirit of Thunder is.

But now he's convinced that this thing is a lightning technique created by the Thunder Emperor of Extreme Dao.

Though not quite clear, Purple remembered the resolution clearly and tried to seal it.

Between his fingers, the lightning flashed, constantly disillusioned.

Imprint.

The power of thunder in the purple body disappeared rapidly.

He looked up over the Purple Palace without seeing any abnormalities.

“Failed? ”

A moment later, the thunder still disappeared and the purple look flashed.

“Or is it the Purple Palace that is so special that thunderbolts don't fall here? ”

Purple flew away from the Thunder Temple and returned to the Tree City.

The next moment, he disappeared from the tree city and went over the sea of trees.

He stamped again and tried to master the thunder technique.

Printed, the thunder in the body disappears again, and there is still no thunder in the sky.

Purple's complexion has changed. What is this?

Energy continues to drain, but no thunder falls.

He thought of the scene of lightning control he had seen, which seemed to be falling constantly and never stopping.

Purple speculation, do you have to constantly try to use lightning control techniques?

So he sealed it again.

Printed, printed.

Energy consumption, but still no thunder falls.

Unhappy, keep trying.

When Yin Yang fusion became a fusion thunder force, Zi Xuan had no world, and all the energy currently in his eyes was in his own dantian.

Even without the world, there is plenty.

Combined with the high quality of thunder after fusion, Purple also has constant energy consumption.

But even so, he gradually felt a sense of eating, too much energy, and too little.

The realm has just broken through China. I don't know how many years it will take to reach China, so there is plenty of time.

He began to carefully perceive where the energy had disappeared.

It's just that every time the vote falls, some of the energy in the Dantian field will disappear, but you can't feel anything unusual, no matter how purple you feel.

As if those energies had disappeared without a trace.

Next, Zixuan kept trying.

One day.

Two days.

a month.

Two months.

Quickly after a year.

The purple tray knee sits over the sea of trees, constantly printed, printed, and energy disappears.

A whole year later, it became almost mechanized.

But from beginning to end, Purple did not summon a hint of thunder.

This special piece alone goes far beyond the lightning strike technique once mastered by Purple.

A year of unsuccessful attempts may also be the main reason why all Thunder tribes have not learned how to master Thunder.

But Zi Chen was unhappy.

Because he was the last to understand how to master thunder, and if he chose to give up, the next technique would disappear forever.

Moreover, he is not without gain. Over the course of the year, energy has been constantly consumed and restored, and thunder has been concentrated and refined.

It's nice to be able to consume like this when there's no battle.

Everything on the Sky Martial Continent is normal, with some people choosing to leave during this period.

In fact, in this world of the Holy Spirit, the most numerous are the two levels of existence, France and France. These people who have left Heavenly Martial Land, even after going out, will survive well if their luck is not too bad.

Purple can no longer help them, and all that follows depends on them.

In the blink of an eye, years passed.

Purple still does not summon a thunder power.

But he was no longer impatient and seemed very calm.

Because he gradually felt a ripple in the void as each printed decision was shaped.

This is quite a change from a few years ago.

And as time goes by, purple perception becomes more obvious and clearer.

The tenth year is coming.

Ten years of purple seal, sealed again, as usual.

The speed at which he prints is already flowing like clouds.

Thunderlight disillusioned, printed.

There is a bright light between heaven and earth that brightens all around.

Over Heavenly Martial Continent, a deafening thunder sounded as if a thunderbolt had fallen from the sky.