The majestic thunder roared in the bamboo forest.

Mo Bei sat cross-legged, his body always shining, half of his body was blazing with hot fire, and the other half was terrifying silver-white lightning gushing through his body.

This moment is terrifying, the two magic powers appear in a fusion, and Mo Bei controls the purification of magic power between the two.

"Wow"

After a long time, the fire gradually became pure, and gradually a little black lacquer flame appeared in the fire. In an instant, Mo Bei's own fire power changed to an extreme change, wrapped in black flames, and the other half of the thunder power gradually became irritable and dull, and the thunder sounded in his powerful body.

"Boom"

A series of heavy thunder powers rioted in the meridians, and the silver-white thunder power also showed a terrible transformation.

I saw the silver-white lightning slowly turning into a black lacquer color, and the power of thunder in my body also quietly undergoes some kind of change.

Suddenly, the condensation level of the power of fire and thunder has both entered a new level.

The thunder is rushing, and the vast lightning is as if it has crossed the long river of time and space, absorbing ancient power from the endless ancient times.

That power is too old, the black thunder power, obviously such thunder power is even more manic and uneasy, the body continues to shake, and the thunder rolls.

Mo Bei controlled the black flames and merged into the thunder step by step. The thunder shook violently, and the aura it was nurtured became more and more ancient and vigorous, and the sea of ​​thunder boiled instantly.

"What level of power is this black flame? Although I have initially possessed black flames, I still cannot be pure, but I can already see some of the characteristics of black flames from the current power."

Mo Bei thought about it and felt that the power of Black Flame was too long and mysterious.

He condensed a few strands of pure black flames. Once they were used, they would spread the entire sea of ​​fire, turning the endless sea of ​​fire in his sight into a black paint color, greatly enhancing its power, and the fire was even less likely to be extinguished.

Thinking about it this way, if he could condense all the fire power in his body into pure black flames, he might have the legendary characteristic - the immortal characteristic.

The never-ending black flame is like it comes from the bottom of purgatory. Once it is contaminated, it will never be extinguished until the whole world turns into a bubble. I feel so scared when I think about it.

Mo Bei fuses the power of fire and thunder step by step, and the two seeds in the magic source also show the meaning of fusion.

He was puzzled, and saw the two seeds slowly approaching and blending, and the seeds of the power of fire and thunder turned into one. Unconsciously, Mo Bei's whole body was boiling hot, and the fire and thunder rushed into the meridians. The six divine acupoints in his body burst out with scorching light, and the vigorous muscles and bones seemed to have been greatly baptized, emitting a dazzling light, golden and translucent.

The endless bamboos around them were infected by magic. Thick bamboos exploded, and countless bamboo chips from their fingers swept across the entire bamboo forest.

"Boom"

Thick bamboos exploded one after another in the bamboo forest, and fire and thunder raged, and the plate reached the top of the nine heavens.

In the dilapidated monastery, the gate of the courtyard was closed at some point, and a wooden sign on it was too eye-catching - visitors were not allowed.

Many ordinary nuns wandered in front of the door to make pilgrimage. After a long time, the dense crowd left respectfully in front of the monastery, muttering words in their mouths, and the sincere power of faith spread among the crowd.

After a moment, there was no one in front of the yard. It was so terrible that even the sound of leaves falling easily penetrated into my ears.

In the monastery, the fat monk went down the mountain to purchase early in the morning, leaving Mo Bei alone in the bamboo forest for rest.

“Huhuhuhu”

Suddenly, two figures passed by in the void, wearing a skeleton-shaped magic robe, with tight waists.

These two people, one old and one young, had white hair and beard and old faces. If Mo Bei saw the other, he would be shocked.

This young man was the elemental master he met in the magic forest a few days ago.

"Sir, the person you are looking for is in this monastery." The man leaned over and sneered.

"Well! I haven't seen him for more than 20 years, and I didn't expect him to hide in such a remote place."

The old man's face trembled, his dark eyes showed an evil smile, his withered teeth clenched, and a resentment rippled in the space.

"Sir, who is this monk? In such a remote place, he has known him for more than 20 years. Could it be that this monk is also a great magician!"

The man smiled bloodyly, his eyes gradually turned bloody and scarlet and cold blood.

"Hmph, this person is not an ordinary great magician. He is a genius who practices magic at the age of 23. If he had not had an accident more than 20 years ago, he would have entered the existence of a magician with his talent. Haha, but the world did not meet his wishes. His magical spiritual root has been destroyed in that disaster. Now even if I am, he is probably not my opponent." The old man licked his tongue scarlet, and the hostility was obvious.

"Since this person is an adult's friend, the young man will go and call the door."

The man smiled darkly, bowed slightly, and turned around to the closed door.

His eyes looked at the eye-catching wooden sign with disdain, and his magic wand was pointed at the magic power.

"Bang Dong"

The violent magic power broke open the door and hit the wall beside it and continued to shake.

"Please, sir."

The man sneered, stood beside the gate, and bowed.

"Lin Luo, you are very good. When I solve this problem, I will definitely say a few good words to you in front of Lord Mu." The old man smiled grimly with a gloomy face.

"Thank you, sir." Lin Luocan smiled and bowed.

"Um"

The old man nodded, his rough skin was piled up, and his arms and whole body were carved with dark magic patterns.

In the quiet monastery, the two looked at the desolate courtyard, quietly.

They walked all the way from the front yard to the back yard, and the old man's expression gradually became impatient.

"No one?"

The old man's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that he had already learned that he was here and ran away early?

After thinking deeply, he became anxious and restless. The scene of that year echoed in his mind and lasted for a long time. The humiliation of years once again appeared before his eyes.

"snort!"

The old man snorted coldly, and a strong aura suddenly emerged from his body. For a moment, the stone table and benches around him exploded.

Lin Luo was shocked, his neck trembled, and he looked at the broken land in disbelief.

"Not good." Lin Luo subconsciously took a few steps back.

The old man was furious, his dark pupils were filled with anger, and he suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Luo. His yellow fingers were thin and refined, as if he had experienced a terrible practice. He practiced his arms to the extreme terrible state.
Chapter completed!