"boom……"

A loud noise burst into the sand, and the result this time was very different from the previous few times.

The silver-white monster stabbed by the thunder gun was not purified without a trace by the power inside. Instead, like the golden monster in the cave, the whole body completely exploded, and the flesh and green blood splattered everywhere, punching the surrounding yellow sand out of countless holes.

Mou Zilong was slightly stunned, then overjoyed and said, "Brother He, you succeeded."

He Yiming laughed loudly, his heart full of joy. This success is of great significance to him.

What benefited him the most was the power of light that was sealed in the thunderbolt gun.

Slowly restrained his laughter, He Yiming half closed his eyes, his thoughts sank into his dantian, and he began to realize the magical power of the light of the pseudo-divine realm at this place.

This force is indeed a bit different from the power of light he controls. It is a level difference, not a quantity difference.

Although both the two powers of light belong to the same power system, one is paper and the other is coal. The light and heat that can be released by the same volume after ignition are absolutely different.

In his dantian, the light power of the pseudo-divine realm was decomposing bit by bit. This method was quite fast. In just about a quarter of an hour, all the light power of the pseudo-divine realm in a thunderbolt gun had been completely decomposed.

It seemed that He Yiming had a step further in controlling his own power, but this was just a very subtle feeling and could not say something specific.

After all, it would be too unreasonable to master the power of the pseudo-god realm by just a little analysis.

With his arms wide open, He Yiming seemed to want to hug the world. He made a sharp long roar. The roar kept echoing on the empty sand, and seemed to be getting stronger in the whistling wind.

Slowly, his heart calmed down, and He Yiming's eyes flashed. He immediately made up his mind to collect as much light power as possible in the pseudo-divine realm and store it so that he could analyze and realize it little by little.

He had this feeling that this light power belonging to the pseudo-god realm was definitely a guiding light for his future martial arts practice. In contrast, the effect of instilling the power of light and darkness and improving the overall power of the Thunderbolt Gun seemed secondary.

However, Mou Zilong would never think so, his face was filled with joy.

After personally experiencing the combat effects of these two thunderbolt guns, he deeply understood how powerful it could be improved after converting the thunderbolt guns in everyone's hands into mutated thunderbolt guns.

After He Yiming roared and vented, Mou Zilong immediately asked with concern: "Brother He, how much can you convert?"

He Yiming hesitated for a moment and said, "Since you have found the method, you can convert as much as you have."

Mou Zilong's eyebrows moved slightly, and his whole face was full of energy.

He took off his bracelet and waved it gently, and rows of neatly arranged thunderbolt guns were added in front of them.

The eight thousand thunder guns actually do not occupy much space, especially when they are stacked in an orderly manner, it becomes more and more like this.

He Yiming's eyes flashed, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

If so many thunder guns can absorb all the light power inside, it will be of greater benefit to his future progress.

However, if he had not possessed the Chaos Dantian, he would not be able to store the light power of the pseudo-god realm power, let alone realize this power.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of thunder guns had already risen into the air. Under the control of He Yiming's divine power, their tails flew towards He Yiming and firmly attached to his body.

At this time, He Yiming's body was like a big funnel, absorbing the power of the hundreds of thunder guns with the power of light that is intertwined between virtual and real. As the saying goes, rebirth and familiarity, when He Yiming becomes more and more proficient in mastering the power of the fusion of virtual and real, the speed of guiding the light power is faster.

After a moment, all the light power disappeared, and the thunder spear became empty and there was no more divine power. And at this moment, hundreds of rays of light and dark power surged out, and they replaced the position that originally belonged to the pure light power and occupied the entire thunder spear.

In just half a quarter of an hour, these hundreds of mutated thunderbolt guns have been completely converted.

Mou Zilong, who was standing aside, was stunned. In his memory, even the light powerhouse in the pseudo-god realm could not achieve this level. Does He Yiming's understanding of martial arts still have to be above the old man who has been addicted to the power of light for the rest of his life?

However, he didn't know that this golden mouthpart actually contained two different forces, light and darkness. If one of the powers was simply instilled, it would be extremely difficult, but if it was instilled with the power of light and darkness at the same time, it would be easy.

However, in this world, He Yiming is the only one who can melt the power of light and darkness into one. So he is the only one who discovered this secret.

He Yiming was successfully transformed into hundreds of thunder guns in a quarter of an hour, and he was quite satisfied with this effect. Of course, what he was most satisfied with was that hundreds of light powers of pseudo-god realm power had been condensed in his dantian.

However, this amount is too rare for He Yiming, who wants to understand the false god realm.

With a slight trembling of his body, more than a hundred mutated thunder guns had gathered together and landed in front of Mou Zilong. Then, another hundred thunder guns flew around his body and pressed tightly against his body.

In order to accumulate more light power in the pseudo-god realm as soon as possible, He Yiming spared no effort.

After a batch of five hours, the eight thousand thunder spears were half lost. In He Yiming's dantian, the originally extremely weak power of the pseudo-god realm of light had slowly accumulated. Although it was far from being powerful, it could barely be used for a period of time.

However, at this time, He Yiming himself felt a little exhausted and had no power to succeed.

Just looking at his achievements over the past period, the four thousand mutated thunderbolt guns that had been transformed had a hint of arrogance in his heart.

In just five hours, with the continuous output, he actually instilled the power of light and darkness into the four thousand thunderbolt guns, which was already quite awesome for a virtual god realm.

However, he was increasingly impressed by the powerful man in the pseudo-god realm.

As this power absorbs more, He Yiming will feel more.

When the strong man exerted the power of light, he definitely hit the point. The amount of application was quite limited, probably just the amount of purifying a golden monster.

Just think about the number of thunder guns this man made over a hundred years, it is understandable that he is so stingy.

However, being able to accurately grasp the power to this level is that He Yiming is absolutely ashamed of himself.

There was even a thought in his mind that if he could ask in person, he would be no more regrets. Of course, he knew that this idea was basically a luxury.

Those who can master the power of light must be the Western Temple who don’t know the previous generations of Shinto power. Their actions before the Western Temple did not conceal from those peaks of humanity. Therefore, according to He Yiming’s estimate, the strong man must have known about the changes.

Perhaps in this environment, he will not cause trouble for himself, but if he expects him to impart the secret technique of light to himself again, it will be an unrealistic idea.

"Brother He, you need to take a rest. Let's practice tomorrow." Mou Zilong said in a deep voice.

He Yiming nodded slightly, calmed down and began to absorb the power of heaven and earth around him. In fact, with his strength, it would be fine if he transformed another two thousand. But if he really acted strongly, he would fall into a state of exhaustion, which was something He Yiming tried every means to avoid.

An hour later, He Yiming opened his eyes and said, "Brother Mou, you can start."

Mou Zilong shook his head and said, "Brother He, please rest for a while, we don't need to be so anxious."

He Yiming waved his hand and said, "Be careful that the night is long and there are many dreams, so let's start."

Mou Zilong, who could not resist He Yiming, had to take out the remaining thunder gun again.

Looking at the thunder guns piled all over the floor, He Yiming devoted himself to the intense and orderly work without hesitation. For him, he was indeed afraid that there would be more dreams at night.

Only by sucking the light power of the pseudo-divine realm in these thunder guns into the dantian as soon as possible can He Yiming be truly relieved.

In this way, five hours later, when He Yiming converted all the last dozens of thunder guns, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There was a look of respect in Mou Zilong's eyes when he looked at him.

He didn't know He Yiming's real intention, but he just thought that this young Shinto power was full of passion and did his best to increase the power of the Thunderbolt gun. This practice of not taking into account personal gains and losses will naturally make people particularly respected.

After hesitating for a moment, Mou Zilong said loudly: "Brother He, these eight thousand mutated thunder guns, half of each of you and me."

Although half of it was missing, Mou Zilong was already satisfied because he knew that as long as he used it properly, the power of the remaining 4,000 thunderbolt guns would definitely be more than twice as powerful as before.

He Yiming smiled and shook his head, saying, "Brother Mou, I don't need a thunderbolt gun, I just want to ask you for help."

Mou Zilong's expression was condensed and he said, "Brother He has any instructions, just say it."

He Yiming pointed to the many thunderbolt guns on the ground and said, "I heard that there are also a large number of thunderbolt guns in the hands of other powerful Shinto masters. Please ask Brother Mou to help me change them together."

Mou Zilong looked at He Yiming for a while, and finally bowed deeply to him, saying, "Brother He Gao Yi, brother is convinced..."
Chapter completed!