Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 558 Heavenly Thunder Quenches the Body, Destroyed and Reborn!
Thinking in my heart, there was no hesitation at the foot of the step, and the person turned into a sword light soaring into the sky. The crack that was gradually healing suddenly stopped, and then was cut by the unparalleled sharp edge and further expanded.

Just when Duanchou was about to step into the crack, a shocking scene appeared, a sea of ​​thunder surged all over the sky, and suddenly a majestic sword chant came out, like the sound of Dao Hongyin, Jiutianxuanchang.

The edge of Canggu's sword diffused, Duanchou stopped, slightly startled, the ancient sword descended, like mountains and rivers, like vast seas, like heaven and earth!In the middle of the sea of ​​thunder, there seems to be a divine sword conceived, without any sign of life, but with an aura and sharpness comparable to heaven and earth!
"buzz"

Suddenly the thunder sea was shaken, Duanchou's eyes shrank abruptly, and he saw Wu Yue sitting in the middle of the sea of ​​thunder, like a fairy, with broken swords manifesting around him, a trace of domineering and heavy Sword energy surged and burst out in his flesh and blood.

"Tianlei tempers the body, destroys and regenerates, I rely on it. I know it!!"

Duanchou's complexion changed drastically, his eyes showed surprise, then he rolled his eyes and covered his face with tears.

He was extremely powerful, so it was natural to see that at this moment, all the sharpness of spiritual power in Wu Yue's body had been shattered by the shock.

Just like Sangong, you lose all your cultivation and become a useless person!
For an ordinary person, it would be a catastrophe, and life would be worse than death, but Wu Yue met by chance, a blessing in disguise.

Among them, relying on the protagonist's fate-defying personality, instead of being crushed and destroyed in the storm and thunder, on the contrary, with the help of this violent thunder power, the divinity, power, and sword bones of the whole body, immortal soul, Thoroughly smelted and forged together, reborn amidst destruction!

In this way, Wu Yue seems to have lost all his cultivation, and he has regained his strength, but his rebuilt body is comparable to a supreme Taoist body, and his physical strength is as strong as a magic weapon, and his combat power is even more powerful than before!
In particular, Wu Yue did not practice Taoism for a long time in Japan, limited by his talent, even if he practiced hard every day and supplemented with various panacea, he could barely improve his cultivation from an innate warrior to the initial stage of spiritual cultivation.

Now that the practice of Sangong is repeated and the Dao Foundation of the Lingtai is revived, there is no big loss at all, but there will be infinite benefits. The future growth is also predictable, just like opening and hanging, soaring into the sky.

This is the opportunity that many monks who have a weak foundation, an unstable foundation, and have been trapped in front of the bottleneck and the sky for a lifetime, unable to advance an inch, are looking forward to the opportunity.

"Although he is my apprentice, he still can't stop being envious. What's going on? Oh my god! Can you treat me the same with the outside and the inside! You can trample me once too!"

The divine night thunder, the void storm, tearing and cutting the soul, shattering the flesh and blood of the body, constantly grinding, gestating and recasting, such a process, there is unimaginable pain, Duanchou stood in front of the void crack, watching helplessly the apprentice suffered, But he was admiring, with envy in his eyes.

"Suffering? Hehe, who is the average person qualified to suffer like this? If someone else went in, he would have been bombarded and turned into scum!"

Duanchou didn't care, with a look of disdain.

"Clang Clang"

Suddenly, in the thunder sea, hundreds of millions of broken swords screamed and shone, and they rose up from the sky. Under Duanchou's horrified eyes, they pointed at Wu Yue who was sitting cross-legged with closed eyes, falling from the sky, and slashed down. .

"boom boom"

The sky and the sky, the thunder and the storm are all suppressed, filling the mind, ears and eyes, all of which are broken swords, or broken, or shattered, or blunt, or decayed, with various appearances, strange shapes, and the only one. What they have in common is that each has its flaws, just like a sword mound where a sword is buried and a sword is buried.

Even the sword qi and sword light were full of resentment and sorrow, hating the sky and the earth, as if they wanted to destroy everything!
Among them, hundreds of millions of broken swords danced in the air, soaring into the sky like a dragon.

Slashing with a sword, killing the heart with a sword, Wu Yue's flesh and blood also disappeared piece by piece. After that, there were bloody internal organs, liver and intestines, and immediately after, a sword bone that was as black as black jade and shining like black jade. One by one, it was broken and smashed, and in the end, it was the soul!
The picture was extremely weird and terrifying, and even Duanchou was shocked. He hesitated for a long time, and still didn't know whether he should intervene or not.

It's not that he will not save him, but that Wu Yue's vitality is still alive. Although this scene of Ling Chi's death is terrifying and permeating, Duanchou can't grasp the reason for it, and he dare not act rashly. The transformed Sword Domain Sword Tomb must be related to its ancient predecessor.

Although he didn't know why Xingyun Sword Master fell, the imprint of the spirit and soul that could not be erased for thousands of years must be secret.

"what"

Suddenly, a long howl full of endless pain and sorrow resounded, as if the soul was shouting and roaring, a touch of purple-gold divine splendor lit up, washing away and rising, the billions of broken swords stood still at this moment, and suddenly let out a sonorous sword cry, like the sound of the avenue, It runs through the long river of time and is eternal.

Suddenly, in the sword mound, in the sky and on the ground, the sharp edges of billions of broken swords burst into pieces, pouring into the purple-gold divine splendor like a torrent.

The bright sharp divine light erupted, sweeping away the thunder and storm, and for a moment, it was as bright as the sun and the sky!

After a while, the divine light and sword light gradually dimmed, and a tall and tall young man appeared in the chaotic void, with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged in it.

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and a domineering and heavy edge shone like a sword, like an ancient mountain rolling. Immediately, a thunderstorm ten feet in front of him shattered and annihilated, and a vacuum passage was opened.

The purple-gold glazed body was cast like a sky crystal, and the ancient and powerful sword qi swayed in his body, filling his body with flesh and blood.

The whole body is like a divine sword!
If it wasn't Wu Yue, who could it be?
"boom"

Duanchou smiled slightly and took a step forward, followed by the sound of cracking. He clenched his fist and swung it like a rampant mountain. void.

Step by step, stepping on the thunder, he went straight to Wu Yue who was deep in the crack.

Surprise subsided, Wu Yue's complexion changed drastically, and he stared vigilantly at the shadowy figure in Leihai. Although he was blessed by misfortune, he did not forget that he was in danger. Heavenly thunder bites the body and devours the body.

At this moment, Wu Yue's whole body was beating with flesh and blood, and his spirit energy was dormant like a horned dragon with astonishing power.

At the same time, all the scattered thunder and lightning converged into his body, and suddenly, his physical body changed, and his flesh and blood transpired, as if a series of thunder and light were woven together, and the purple lightning lights danced and turned into muscles and bones. , Exciting bursts of clanging swords!
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