With a loud bang, the entrance of the cave was sealed.

Gu Cang sat in the cave, collapsed in front and was directly sealed by his husband, and collapsed for a long mountain road, about hundreds of steps.

Now it is already trapped here, and with its practice, it is not easy to get out.

However, after refining this thunder stone, it is a different matter.

"gentlemen……"

Gu Cang knew that the Taoist sect had people who only practiced the great way but did not practice magic. Although they had profound Taoism and had infinite magic power, they did not have many magic tricks to display. Such masters and hermits were often guarded by powerful men.

Buddhism has a Dharma protector, which also specializes in protecting monks who only practice meditation but not supernatural powers. As for Confucian scholars, they recognize the truth and know the will of heaven, and there may be warriors guarding their side.

It is no longer the ignorant monster at the time. Knowing that Mr. Knows that he is devoted to the Tao and accepts himself, he may have such ideas.

Gu Cang stood in the dark cave, covered in black hair, hidden in it, only his eyes were golden, with light flashing, and a tuft of white hair on his head, just like a third eye.

It poked out its hand, pressed it on the thunder stone, and released its true energy.

The lightning stone shines with blue and white luster, and it illuminates light along the thunder pattern.

"This kind of thing that makes the gentleman alone cannot happen again in the future..."

It said in his heart: "Only by striving to improve one's ability, one can be the guardian of the sir."

...

Qingyuan walked out of the cave and looked back with a sigh.

He followed the original path and walked forward.

He was holding an iron rod in his hand, and there were dark red thunder patterns on the iron rod.

Looking at the thunder pattern and thinking about the thunder stone, he remembered the last words of Hua Mei before leaving.

...

"Do you know why the divine thunder in Fuzhong Mountains are everywhere... are there any reason?"

"What's the reason?"

"It is said that if there were no changes, this divine thunder should be above the nine heavens. When the gods are enthroned, they will become a god and become the main lord of the Thunder Tribe."

...

"The main leader of the Lei tribe?"

Kiyohara took a deep breath and whispered: "So it was Thunder God who died?"

When he was in the Immortal Palace, he heard from Senior Brother Qingyang that the Lei Tribe's righteous god among the eight righteous gods has not yet appeared or even been born.

But he never thought that the Thunder God at this time was just a thunder, and this innate thunder that was originally about to transform into a god fell on Fuzhong Mountain and turned into thousands of divine thunders.

"How could this happen...is it an accident? Or is it destined by the secret of heaven?"

Thunder God died young, but he divided thousands of divine thunders. He could probably guess that any cultivator who obtained divine thunder would be infected with some luck. This luck might not allow these cultivators who obtained divine thunder to occupy a priesthood in the Thunder Department after their death, but it would be a help.

There are many people in the world who practice thunder. Even if they have not come to Fuzhong Mountain and have not obtained divine thunder, as long as they have sufficient luck and high their own Taoism, they will not have no chance to enter the Thunder Division and obtain a priesthood in the future.

"But in reality, if those who have obtained the Fuzhong Mountain Divine Thunder die during the period of the Godhead, most of them will have the hope of becoming the gods of the Thunder Tribe?"

Qingyuan said in his heart: "The righteous Taoist Sect follows the will of heaven and will not monopolize it... But the monks who depended on Nanliang do not want these opportunities to be obtained by others, so they sent troops to seal Luoyue County?"

For some reason, he suddenly felt a little nervous.

How could the innate divine thunder fall on Fuzhong Mountain? What does this matter have to do with the treasures in the mountain?

...

The mountain wind blows, soft and comfortable.

The treetops sway and the green leaves rustle.

Suddenly, a loud noise came down, a figure fell from above, broke the branches, hit the ground, and fell between the land, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

From the other tree, another person jumped down from the treetop, stepped on the chest of the previous person, looked down and smiled, "Just you deserve to fight with me? After you go, just follow me..."

The man was in a severe pain, and his true energy was blocked by the foot that stepped on his chest. He gritted his teeth and said, "Sun Wenpeng, what do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Sun Wenpeng said with his hands on his back, "Please help me..."

Before the man could speak, Sun Wenpeng put his hand down and grabbed the man.

"The cultivation level of the third level is pretty good...but it's still a little bit worse if you fight me. Even if you have the ability to peak the third level, how can you defeat my ancestors of the Sun family?"

He kicked the man, and his true energy moved, and he stopped him and wanted to capture him and leave. However, at this moment, there was a sudden movement in front of him.

A young man walked out of the woods, wearing a white Taoist robe and faintly shining with a blue light. The man was wearing a Taoist robe, but did not hold his temples. He looked at his right face, fair and fair, but his expression was cold, standing still, quietly watching what was happening in front of him, without much surprise.

"Is another cultivator of the third level?" Sun Wenpeng raised his eyebrows, and a strange color flashed in his eyes. He looked at it carefully and confirmed that this person was not in the ranks that he could not provoke. He nodded and said, "It's good to have too many people..."

After saying that, he threw down the scattered man in his hand, and with a wave of his hand, he saw a black iron ball, heading towards the young man.

"Iron God's Gallery?"

Kiyohara whispered: "People from the Sun family?"

If he used the other Taoist techniques, he could still use this iron god for himself, but the other party took action first, and Qingyuan had to shoot out a flame to resist.

This flame has much more powerful power than the previous fire talisman.

The iron god came over, swept by the flames, and fell immediately. The outer layer was almost twisted and turned into scrap iron.

"Tao Technique instantly?"

Sun Wenpeng's eyes were fixed, and even a cultivator at the peak of the third level of heaven might not be able to have such a technique. However, he was born into a clan of Taoism, and his ancestors in the sect had a profound inheritance and had extraordinary abilities. However, he was not afraid of ordinary cultivators.

He carried his hands on his back and said calmly: "I have some skills. But in this Fuzhong Mountain, except for those who came from sects such as Shouzhengdao Sect and Huanhua Pavilion, no matter you are a scattered person at the peak of the third level, you have to surrender."

Qingyuan said calmly: "The Sun family has no other skills, but they are very good at talking skills."

Sun Wenpeng suddenly smiled and put his hands in front of him. It turned out that he was carrying his hands behind his back, but in fact he secretly pinched the seal technique and cast the spell.

When I put it in my hand, a blue light was about a foot thick, surging out like a green dragon.

The face of the monk on the ground changed slightly. His Taoist practice was slightly better than Sun Wenpeng, but this Qinglong Yuan Transformation technique was almost irresistible, and he was finally defeated and reached this stage of the land that was slaughtered.

"This young man is finished..." He sighed in his heart.

A green light surged in, and the sound of a dragon roar was faintly heard.

"Green Dragon? Even the green snake is not enough."

Qingyuan iron rod raised it and pointed straight ahead. Dark red thunder patterns appeared on the arm, and lightning flashed on the iron rod and burst out.

The red thunder faced the green light.

The green light suddenly dissipated.

The remaining power of the thunder did not dissipate and headed towards Sun Wenpeng.

"What?"

It was not until this time that Sun Wenpeng's expression, with a confident look on his face, suddenly changed and his face showed horror.

Taking advantage of the moment when the thunder broke the green light and was delayed, he hurriedly threw something out and hurriedly dodged.
Chapter completed!