Layer layers of thunder turned into various giant beasts, spears, sharp blades in the void...

Bombing on the formations on the ground again and again...

With repeated bombardment, Wang Yu could clearly feel the pain from various plants...

Almost even if it only distributes the damage of thunder, thunder still causes considerable damage to the plants...

However, Wang Yu felt an alternative feeling in his heart...

Yes, an alternative feeling...

He vaguely felt that these thunders seemed not to attack him, but to be a kind of tempering for himself...

He could feel that the formation he arranged did not seem to have fallen apart due to the relationship between thunder. Instead, it seemed to have become more condensed as the thunder fell again and again. Although each plant was trembling constantly when it was struck by lightning, Wang Yu also felt the pain of these plants through the formation, but at the same time, Wang Yu also felt that the entire formation seemed to have gradually become more solidified in the layers of lightning strikes!

It's like a sledgehammer from the sky, constantly forging the entire formation!

Involuntarily, Wang Yu thought of the famous general outline of the Nine Yang Divine Arts...

He is strong, and the breeze blows on the hills!

He is by his side, and the bright moon shines on the river!

When I thought of this sentence and what I do now, I couldn't help but feel a little moved. Isn't my current state the same as Zhang Wuji's state in the Qiankun bag?

Is it crushed by the pressure in the bag, or is it broken out of the bag, and the magical power is achieved?

Wang Yu does not need to answer the answer to this question...
Chapter completed!