Qingyuan is tall and tall, but not strong. On the contrary, he has fair skin and handsome face, but his strength does not match his appearance.

As the Taoist movement grows, Qingyuan's own strength has increased, no less than that of an internal master.

The punch immediately broke the sternum of the Taoist cultivator named Xu and sank it, causing all internal organs to be damaged.

The monk named Xu squirted a mouthful of blood and fell down on his back.

He is a practitioner of Taoism. He protects his internal organs with one breath and retains a ray of vitality, and does not die on the spot.

But above his face, there was a lot of regret, and his eyes were filled with endless resentment.

The monk named Xu opened his eyes wide, and the resentment in his eyes was not directed towards Qingyuan, but towards the old man named Guo who escaped in the battle and deceived him into cutting off the rear.

"Don't worry... he can't escape..."

Qingyuan looked at another exit in the valley, his pupils condensed, and the coldness was shining.

Then, Qingyuan raised his arm, held the iron rod in his hand, and pointed directly at the back of the old man named Guo.

The true qi flows along the meridians and to the forearm.

A dark red thunder pattern appeared on the forearm.

The true energy flowed along the thunder pattern on the forearm and spread to the iron rod.

Then this wisp of true energy flows continuously along the thunder pattern on the iron rod.

The true energy transfers to the end of the iron rod.

A red light flashed at the end of the iron rod.

"go!"

With Qingyuan shouting softly.

The red light at the end of the iron rod burst out suddenly.

A thunder came out from the iron rod and hit the old man surnamed Guo.

The old man surnamed Guo, who had already escaped to the entrance of the valley, had white smoke rising all over his body, and he threw himself forward and his vitality was gone.

The monk named Xu had a horror in his eyes, and he moved his mouth, then his eyes were dissipated and his spirit dissipated.

He closed his eyes.

Death at the hands of such an opponent is not unfair to die.

Old Fox Guo is dead, and he dies with his eyes closed.

So he was in peace.

...

Qingyuan was very satisfied with the power of this red thunder just now.

The true energy flowed to the forearm, and through the thunder pattern, it reached the end of the iron rod, and it turned into a red thunder.

Before and after...but in an instant.

This is the magical power!

You don’t have to go through hard practice, just like an innate talent, just like an instinct, you can use it with just one thought.

Retracting the iron rod, he came to Gu Cang's side.

Gu Cang was seriously injured. He had a wooden nail on his back and almost nailed it to the vital part of the back.

This wooden nail blocked the flow of true qi and blocked the rise of blood and energy, which could not resist it. The methods of the cultivator named Xu and the cultivator named Feng caused great injuries, which was particularly serious than any previous injury.

"gentlemen……"

Gu Cang said softly.

Kiyohara said: "Don't talk."

He squatted down, took out the pill he had obtained from Chen Xing, poured out one, and put it into Gu Cang's mouth.

The effect of this pill is really amazing. After Gu Cang took it, his injury no longer worsened. Qingyuan even saw its breath gradually rising, although it was so slow that it was difficult to detect.

"Hold on..."

Qingyuan radiated his true energy and took it towards the gloomy ebony nail.

Without any signs or sounds, the true energy in Qingyuan's hand suddenly dissipated for no reason.

This is the effect of the gloomy wood and the runes above.

"It's amazing." Qingyuan laughed, not caring, and just used his own strength to pinch the wooden nail and pull it out.

Gu Cang groaned, but it was extremely determined, and he did not exclaim in pain, and he endured it all over his body.

Qingyuan pulled out the wooden nail, put it away, and smiled and said, "Okay, although the other injuries are not light, you took that pill and your vitality will recover. You will no longer be in danger of your life. Just take a good care of yourself."

Gu Cang nodded.

Qingyuan is about to ask how it appears in Fuzhong Mountain.

At this time, the old man surnamed Fan, who was lying on the ground not far away, suddenly coughed and woke up. As soon as he woke up, he saw a fur ball in front of him, and his body suddenly shook. All the pain and distracting thoughts disappeared and only fell on the fur ball in front of him.

"Divine Thunder..."

Mr. Fan whispered in his heart, his face showed ecstasy, pounced on him, held the wool ball, and tore the outer layer with both hands frantically.

Qing turned out to be a little late, and I don’t know what it was.

Gu Cang gasped, turned his head and looked, his eyes suddenly sniffed, and shouted: "Looking for death!"

After hearing this, Qingyuan knew that the hairball was a little different, and immediately threw out the gloomy ebony nail in his hand.

The black wooden nail streaked across a black shadow, hitting the neck of the old man surnamed Fan.

Wooden nails block true qi, block qi and blood, and cut off vitality.

The old man surnamed Fan only shouted for a while, then hugged the hairball to his chest, and the man was already lying on the ground.

Qingyuan then looked at Gu Cang and asked, "What kind of thing is that?"

Gu Cang grinned, his hairy face wrinkled, and said, "Divine Thunder."

"Divine Thunder?" Qingyuan was surprised and then said, "It turns out that what the four of them discussed before was to deal with you..."

Gu Cang was confused and said hurriedly: "The old guy tore open the ball of hair. The divine thunder inside was a strange type. Sir, please come here quickly."

Qingyuan nodded slightly, got up and walked away, came to the old man surnamed Fan, and turned it away.

The old man surnamed Fan had already sunk his chest, holding the hairball in his arms, just pressing it against him.

And the hair ball tore a corner, and there was nothing inside.

"Where is the divine thunder?"

Qingyuan was shocked, and then heard a dull sound coming from the old man surnamed Fan.

He picked out the ball with an iron rod and saw a blue and white light between the chest and abdomen of the old man surnamed Fan, appearing and making a dull sound.

"So the divine thunder is here..."

Kiyohara breathed a sigh of relief and used an iron rod to open the clothes on the chest of the old man named Fan.

After seeing the scene in front of me clearly, I immediately showed a look of astonishment.

Things that are shining with blue light are simply a white snail shell, which is the so-called listening shell.

Did the divine thunder actually integrate into it?

Qingyuan immediately remembered that the old man surnamed Fan once said that Gu Cang obtained two divine thunders at the same time, and the other was taken away by Gan Huan's disciple Lu Yu, and was shot into the weapon in his hand, and suddenly became the prototype of a magic weapon.

The divine thunder in front of you can also be integrated into the dead object and turned into the prototype of a magic weapon?

Just when Qingyuan was surprised, cracks burst out from Tingyinbei's white shell.

The three cracks merged, which was shocking.

The entire listening shell seemed to be about to break.

"Oh no..."

Qingyuan's face changed slightly, and he immediately reached out to use his true energy and held the listening tone shell, which calmed down the listening shell.

But he probably understood some reasons, and his face was gloomy and gloomy at the moment.
Chapter completed!