Half a month later, inside the wooden house.

The void trembled faintly, and a trace of lightning appeared in the air, and then disappeared again, repeating this.

Suddenly, a thick lightning burst into dazzling light in the air like a substance, and it never dissipated for a long time. The void around it was constantly twisting, as if it could not bear the light of electricity.

"Have you finally achieved cultivation? It's so amazing. This magical power robs the creation of heaven and earth. The wisdom of the predecessors is really great." The figure sitting cross-legged on the cushion said alone, with electric light flashing in his eyes, staring at the thick light coming out of his fingers. Mu Ming's little face was so painful that it was shining with the light. The light was like a needle pricking, scattering around.

"However, you still have to continue practicing. I didn't expect that it would be so exhausting."

Then Mu Ming collected his magical powers, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. Suddenly, the power of heaven and earth in the yard surged into the room, with a huge momentum.

Fifteen days ago, the head of the Lin family gave Mu Ming a "Tian Lei Dian". After seeing it, Mu Ming read it casually and became very excited.

"Tian Lei Dian" mainly practices thunder-type magical powers, condenses divine power in the body, integrates it into it with its own origin, and activates the mystery in "Tian Lei Dian" to condense a trace of thunder and lightning, and releases it through the body. However, the body must be strong, otherwise, when facing the enemy, lightning will be released frequently. If the body is not strong enough, then you will not be able to bear it and feel weak on the ground.

This is a very powerful magical power. At first, Mu Ming was worried that he could not practice other magical powers because of his physical reasons. Fortunately, after entering the First Spirit Realm, he would use the Divine Spirit Art to temper himself almost every day and constantly consolidate his body. At the same time, the curse left by the mountain god gradually lost its effect and was strictly restrained by the Divine Spirit Art.

Therefore, when you can practice other magical powers, Mu Ming doesn’t have to worry about the future path of cultivation, and you can go further.

After a while, the wood name was full of energy and full of energy.

After taking a deep breath, Mu Ming activated the rolling divine power in his body. A drop of golden liquid flew out of the golden pool inside his body, which was extremely dazzling and turned into golden mist and penetrated into the golden divine power.

Suddenly, a momentum filled with pressure spread, flowing rapidly in Mu Ming's body, like blood, constantly tempering his body. After a whole circle of movement, Mu Ming felt that his body was stronger.

This is why Wood Name recites the "Heavenly Thunder" in his heart.

The mind was tractioning the golden torrent, which seemed to have found a catharsis port. Between the wood name thoughts, they turned into clouds and collided continuously. Suddenly, a trace of golden lightning appeared, pulling each other.

Wood name pinched hands with both hands, formed ancient seals, and looked solemn.

"Yin...Mao...Chen...Si...Wu...Wei...Shen...You...Xu...Hai..." Several handprints are constantly changing, repeating and overlapping, dazzling.

I don’t know how many handprints I made in one breath.

"Thorn...Thorn..." A trace of lightning that was as thick as a finger spread throughout Mu Ming's body. Mu Ming's treasure was solemn, and it kept releasing lightning. Slowly, the lightning lightning flashed in Mu Ming's house, and the golden light was flying. Wooden clothes were windless, and they were rushing, and one end was long and pulled backwards, all of which spread out. Thunder and lightning were constantly born in the depths of both pupils and then disillusioned.

"Isn't this the origin of lightning?" Then he closed his eyes and continued to comprehend.

The name of the wood is to practice the divine magic technique and to see through the origin of heaven and earth. However, the name of the wood is not enough, so it has been difficult to understand the mystery.

At this time, Mu Ming not only practiced "The Heavenly Thunder Dictation", but also wanted to see through the origin of thunder and lightning so as to integrate into his own chaotic sea.

During these days when Mu Ming was in Lin Mansion, he kept reading ancient books and gradually realized that the pool in the dantian in his body was the Chaos Sea.

The human body is a world of caves, but it is constantly necessary to constantly activate its potential power in order to open up winter. However, it was called the Chaos Sea before.

The Chaos Sea initially takes the form of a pool. After continuous practice, it can achieve great success. It can be without form and boundless, and it will be blessed with caves and blessed land and create creatures. When you raise your hand, your magical powers emerge, and when you move mountains and fill the sea, you can turn your hands and turn your hands and palms.

However, ordinary people cannot obtain the methods, so they cannot be roughly successful.

At this time, Mu Ming entered the state of the spirit and opened up the Chaos Sea. However, it was still very small and there was no other magical power to manifest. It could only provide divine power to warm the body and transform the body.

However, Mu Ming is not in a hurry, and I believe there will be changes after the Spirit Transformation Realm.

Mu Ming didn't think much about it. When the first attempt failed, he continued to practice and try to see through the lightning.

As lightning continues to evolve, Mu Ming feels that his understanding of lightning is becoming more and more profound, and his control of lightning is becoming more perfect, as if he is his own arm. As his mind moves, lightning bursts out and flies around him, as if he is the god who controls lightning.

The illusory spiritual body in my mind continued to evolve runes all over the sky. When I raised my hand, the talisman culture was lightning, flooding the entire golden space. The ancient scribble also flashed with lightning and kept swallowing and spitting runes. The golden tadpoles turned into lightning, constantly blooming into nothingness, and lightning burst out in the void, and then turned into runes flying. The spirit god looked at all this quietly, as if he had some enlightenment, but he still looked at all motionlessly, allowing the lightning runes to transform into each other.

Before I knew it, the body of the spirit was covered with golden lightning marks, and the stripes were extremely complex, like tattoos.

On the other side, in the little monk's house.

At this time, the little monk looked depressed, and his whole body was filled with smoke. He had burned several holes after wearing clothes for a few days.

His little face was blackened, and there was a faint smell of meat in the air. However, the little monk still looked unwilling to admit defeat.

"Heavenly killed, Buddha even achieved the highest Buddhist scripture "The Great Compassion Palm", but he didn't believe that you would not succeed in practicing this little "The Heavenly Thunder"."

Then he closed his eyes and continued to practice. At that time, his handprints were stamped out, like flowing clouds and water, which made people dazzled. The level was actually a few points faster than the wooden name.

Finally, a trace of lightning as thick as a thumb appeared on the surface of his body, and the clothes around him were not burned.

The second one also emerged, the third one... The fourth one... Slowly, the little monk's body was shrouded in golden light, and golden lightning flashed. Since the young monk's body surface has been flowing continuously, and the air in the house has been penetrated, making a broken sound. The momentum is much stronger than the wooden name. The little monk Bao was dissatisfied at this time, and he looked at the electric light around him with a smile on his face, laughing.

"Fortunately, I am extremely talented, and my little thunder and lightning magical power can still stump me. I don't know what happened to Mu Ming. He probably hasn't even started to get started. I must take a look and show it off. Hehe, I wonder if he will ask me to teach him, and whether I want to teach him... It's so entangled... Hey, let's teach me this magical power... I'm merciful, I'm so kind..."

The little monk reluctantly took away the golden lightning, feeling happy, and didn't care about his image. In fact, he couldn't see his face as a tabby cat.

He walked towards Mu Ming's house with a swagger, slowly along the way.

When I walked out of the door, I saw carved railings and water pavilions everywhere in the mansion, with the fragrance of flowers and birds singing endlessly. In the lotus pond outside the door, golden silver carp swam happily. Occasionally, a larger one turned out to the water and swung its tail and slapped the water. When the little monk saw this, he suddenly felt that the fish was very pleasing to him.

Seeing the little monk walking out of the door, the group of white cranes in the lake in the distance immediately flapped their wings and flew away.

This scene felt helpless when the little monk saw it.

"Will you catch you once and see how good your flesh is? Besides, I haven't treated you yet, Master Buddha, I don't eat meat. Are you the birds?" After that, he ignored it and walked on his own. Soon, he walked outside the Muming house.

"The wooden name donor, but it's in the room... The little monk has some experience in practicing recently, so I'm here to ask for advice... I don't know if it's disturbing." The little monk closed his hands outside the door, knocked on the wooden door and spoke.

The little monk looked solemn, but he was quite proud inside.

"So, Master Shi, please come in. How can I disturb you? I don't know where the little master has any experience. Mu Ming must ask for advice." When Mu Ming heard the little monk visit, he immediately took away his magical powers and stood up to open the door.

Seeing the little monk smiling, he was just an image...

Mu Ming was a little surprised and wondered if it was about "Tian Lei Dian". The little monk's talent was too good. He achieved something with the help of the divine magic technique. However, the little monk's clothes were torn and had the taste of barbecue. Could it be...

"How dare you? The donor of the wood name, I wonder how you practiced in "The Heavenly Thunder Dict"?" the little monk spoke, his tone very cheerful.

"I'm a little successful, I don't know what happened to the master." Mu Ming said.

"Oh, that's how, can you demonstrate it...? The little monk was surprised when he heard it, but he looked expectant. The wooden name's clothes were neat and full of energy. Why was there no electric shock at all? Is it nonsense or just mastering the fur? It must be the latter, the little monk thought in his heart.

"Okay, please give me advice..." Mu Ming also happened to find time to ask them to discuss. Today, the young monk came here and had successfully practiced. The two of them happened to discuss together.

As soon as the thought moved, he heard a sting, and a golden light flashed. The monk was startled by the situation and couldn't help but jump out a few steps. He felt his eyes hurt by being stabbed. He jumped far before opening his eyes, completely stunned.

I saw Mu Ming's whole body surrounded by golden electric light, and wisps of electric light wandered around Mu Ming's whole body like spirituality. The golden electric light turned into clothes and armor and draped on his body, majestic and domineering. Mu Ming's long windlessness was automatic, and the air around him kept making noises. What was even more terrifying was that there were two huge lightning balls on both hands at some point. The current rotated high, but Mu Ming's whole body was intact and there was no coking phenomenon.

"You...you can condense lightning without making seals?" The little monk felt a little dry in his mouth, and couldn't help swallowing, and his heart was even more shocked.

The little monk was shocked. In his eyes, the wooden name seemed to be the Lord of Thunder and Lightning. Thunder and Lightning surrendered. Thinking of his appearance, a depressed feeling suddenly surged in his heart. The little monk guessed a rough idea.

"Yes, I had to make gestures at the beginning, so I'll stop doing it slowly. Just think of it." Mu Ming was surprised. Couldn't this work?

"Then have you ever been electrocuted? Is it painful?" the little monk continued to ask, feeling a little unwilling to give up.

"No, it's not very painful. I feel very comfortable. I can constantly use lightning to temper myself. That feels good. Don't you think?" Mu Ming became even more strange. Why did the little monk speak strangely.

"Uh... it's very comfortable... the little monk also feels comfortable... Oh, Mu Ming, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do, so I'll leave first..."

The little monk suddenly felt that he had been poured with a basin of cold water, and felt sad. His most proud talent was not as small as others. I thought that when I was practicing "Tian Lei Dian", I was shocked by lightning and lightning all over my body. How long did I smell the aroma of meat? I felt so distressed when I thought about it. I felt sorry for my little tender flesh.

At this moment, I heard Mu Ming say this, and suddenly I feel like eating a fly. It is extremely painful to say something more, and staying for a second will make me feel ashamed.

Why did you come? You are here to show off and teach others the supernatural powers. Now, you will be better than laughing at Amitabha Buddha.

"Little Master, why are you leaving? You haven't evolved yet? Don't discuss it anymore...Little Master, don't you be so fast... Why did you fall down... Does it hurt...Little Master...You should slow down..."

When Mu Ming saw the little monk running, he felt very surprised. He was so anxious that he couldn't even walk. He wouldn't want to catch those spiritual cranes again? What if he was caught again, he couldn't help but feel sweaty for the little monk.

Last time, the young monk saw those cranes that were beautiful, so he couldn't help but make a decision. As a result, he was chased by the head of Lin. He looked extremely miserable and sweared to never do it again, but the young monk did not change his character.

"Oh... God's killing... I must go back to practice. If I don't practice successfully, I will never go out..." The little monk stumbled back to the house and continued to practice without tiring up. There was a sense of anger in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent, so he had to transform his grief and anger.

"Oh... let's practice again...it's probably because the young monk thinks that I'm not practicing enough and cannot reach his Dharma eyes...it's right. My realm is low and I need to practice well." Mu Ming sighed lightly, then closed the door, and continued to close his eyes and meditate and practice.

Suddenly, lightning and thunder were heard in the house.

It's late at night, at the third o'clock.

There were snowflakes in the sky. At the beginning, they were only as big as the petals of Xiaoxue Sulan orchids. Gradually, they were as big as goose feathers and became bigger and bigger.

At the beginning, you can also see the scenery in the distance.

Slowly, even my eyes were broken by the snowflakes in the sky, and I couldn't see the scene in the distance, and the vast white space between the sky and the earth.

In Duanxiang City, ordinary families have turned off their lights. Only the big black dog outside the house and the soldiers on the city wall see this scene and feel the cold caused by the wind and snow.

Winter is coming.

After a while, there was thick snow on the ground, covered with silver everywhere, and there were fallen leaves on the eaves, branches, and everywhere.

There is no night, only a hazy white world, and this night is extremely quiet.

In the city, the big black dog did not roar as usual, and dug a hole to go to bed.

Outside the city, the sound of insects disappeared. They crawled into the cave to avoid the cold. There was no sound of beasts roaring, and only snowflakes fell down.

It seemed that it was covered with heavy snow, covered with yellow leaves, covered with leavesless branches, and covered with the sounds of insects and birds singing after the late night.

That night, there was no bright moon, but there was white existence in places where the bright moon could not shine in the past.

Without the bright light as bright as the bright moon, there is a white world that is forgotten.
Chapter completed!