Strongest Abandoned Son

The sound of "咔咔咔咔..." is endless. Although Ye Mo’s thunder arc sword is many, he can’t stop the robbery arc.

"Boom..." It is that the world stone has blocked one of the lightning arcs, and the thunder is overflowing, just like the goddess scattered flowers.

However, Ye Mo did not want to see these dazzling lightnings, and his fists also reached a thunder arc.

"Hey..."

Ye Mo’s fist was not randomly shot, but his newly realized Taishan pressure. When the fist has not collided with the thunderbolt arc, the fist brings the airflow around the space and his fairy element together, and hits the lightning arc first.

The thunderbolt arc was slightly relieved, and after the moment, Ye Mo’s fist slammed again. The huge fist passed through the thunder arc, but it could not stop the destructive power of the thunderbolt arc.

Countless thunders hit the body of Ye Mo, and the thunder arc sword could not block the lightning arc and hit Ye Mo's body.

Ye Mo felt that a thunderbolt with terrible destructive power hit the chest. He squirted a blood, and it was weakened by most of the thunderbolt pillars into the sand. The scattered thunderstorms thundered up the surrounding sand and formed a huge sandstone vortex.

In the sandstone whirlpool, Ye Mo was madly absorbing the endless thunder source, and his heart was secretly glad that he chose the land of the robbery in the desert.

The endless thunder source was quickly absorbed by him. Under the powerful transformation of ‘three births,’ all were transformed into Xianyuan or Lei Xianxian, constantly moistening his body and improving his cultivation.

The only thing that was beaten by the thunderbolt was the white-bone fist. It also recovered at the speed of the naked eye. In the blink of an eye. Ye Mo’s fist has been fixed. His cultivation is also rapidly improving and upgrading.

While Ye Mo was madly absorbing the source of lightning in the bunker, his heart was extremely calm. He knows that this robbery is for him. If he does not understand Taishan pressure, there is no world stone. These three thunderbolts can't be spent anyway.

"Booming..."

The sky that had just brewed a few breathing hours screamed again, but in the blink of an eye, six equally thick thunder arcs fell.

Ye Mo is calm and waveless. He is not angry. I already know that this day, the thunder arc wants to kill him, and any anger is useless. The only chance is to use this thunderbolt to constantly improve his strength. Only when his strength ignores any opponent will he take out the anger of today.

Six lightning arcs have already taken his life, but Ye Mo knows that as long as he has crossed the six arcs, he will not be afraid if he comes back later. He believes that these six arcs will allow him to advance to Daxian.

The world stone and the thunder arc sword have been sacrificed, and he has no magical power. It is not that he does not want to comprehend because he has not been able to comprehend.

Ye Mo sacrificed the sword of the top. Dozens of fairy shields, almost all of which can be sacrificed, except for the purple. Under this terrible thunder, Ye Mo did not want to destroy his own purple.

"Boom, bang, bang....."

"咔嚓,咔嚓......."

Thunder robbery arc is crazy, Ye Mo is also crazy. This thunder is to want his life, and he is completely desperate to fight.

The world stone is even more powerful, and it can only block the first thunder arc. Although the upper-class fairy knife blocked a lightning arc, it was also broken into pieces by the lightning arc. And his thunder arc sword absorbed some of the lightning source in the first wave of thunderbolt arc, and there is still a certain gap with this terrible thunderbolt arc, and the unstoppable thunderbolt arc will still fall on Ye Mo's body.

Dozens of shields are under the horrible thunderbolt arc, just like a paper paste, just blocking a moment.

A thick thunder arc without any blockage was directly on Ye Mo's front chest, and the thunder arc in Ye Moyi's boxing directly tore all of Ye Mo's clothes, and even his arms became all white bones.

When Ye Mojin was promoted to the Xianni body, he was the first to suffer such a heavy injury, or it could not be considered a injury.

"Hey..."

Ye Mo’s chest was splashed with blood and the roots of the ribs were broken. Even Ye Mo, who has the body of Xian Nie, can't block such a thick robbery arc. At the same time, Ye Modu’s robbery has formed a huge pit of thousands of feet. The horrible robbery is like a terrible giant plow. Almost all the desert has been plowed over.

"噗" Ye Mo madly squirted a few mouthfuls of blood, still standing still in the crater and fascinating the source of lightning. He is not sure whether there will be such a lightning arc. If there are six more arcs at this time, or even three more arcs, he will send the wild sand.

His Xianni body preserved his body, otherwise his body will become a blood fog under the lightning arc, and there is no room for change.

The sky was gloomy again, and a muffled sound was brewing. Ye Mo certainly had no one who had such a rapid thunder, and there was almost no gap between the first wave and the second wave. And in this blink of an eye, the third wave of thunder is coming.

Even Ye Mo knows that the next wave of robbery arcs will be even more horrible, but at this time he is calm and absorbing the source of lightning. Without upgrading their own strength, there is no chance to survive the next wave of thunder.

The thunder source into a piece is absorbed and transformed by the leaf, as if the river spirit is generally absorbed by the leaf, and at the same time, with those Leiyuan, it is quickly transformed into Xianyuan.

Xuanxian was successfully upgraded and then upgraded. At this time, a large number of Leiyuan and Xianling gas were transformed into Xianyuan, and his cultivation has reached a critical point. For this kind of thunderbolt to absorb Xianling gas and Leiyuan cultivation, Ye Mo has rich experience, he will never waste any little resources. And he also knows that this time is the best time to seize the opportunity, once he advances, the thunder can only blink.

"Boom..." Ye Yuan’s whole body of Xianyuan seems to have found a venting mouth, and the celestial element in his body that has been full of emptiness is once again empty. The endless fairy aura and Lei Yuan are absorbed by him crazy, but he feels the power of his own horror. He believes that at this time, even if there are more fairy spirits and Leiyuan, he can absorb it.

Because he has already advanced to the Big Essence, while he is promoted to the Big Essence, the speed of absorbing Xianyuan is many times faster. At the same time, his body's injury recovered at the speed of seeing with the naked eye. Only a few breaths, his arm that had become a bone was once again intact, and even the sternum with broken chest was healing in an instant. The power of Xianni body is revealed at this time.

"Hey..."

Almost at the same time that Ye Mo was promoted to Da Yi Xian, nine thunder bombs rang and the thunder arcs of the nine buckets fell at the same time.

Ye Mo did not use any means this time, just crazy number boxing out, "Give me loose..."

The thunderbolt was full of arcs, and the unbroken thunderbolt arc still fell on Ye Mo.

"Hey..."

Even if the thunderstorm arc of the bucket is hit by Ye Mo's body, it is only the skin that Ye Mo's body is playing again, but it can no longer hurt his bones.

However, Ye Mo’s cultivation is even more crazy. In the early days of Da Yi Xian, the peak of Da Yixian, the beginning of Da Yixian was perfect...

At this time, the celestial element in his body is like the tumbling wave in the sea, and the dynasty is endless, and the meridians are stronger and stronger. Such a terrible thunder of thunder, but only let him cultivate for continuous improvement and then upgrade.

Some minor fine rumors came, and Ye Mo knew that he had advanced to the middle of the big singer. The process of others to cultivate for countless years, he has reached a wave of thunder.

Ye Mo sighed, his big Yi Xian Lei robbery should not be there again, although he is eager for more thunderbolt arcs at this time, but he is very clear, once he gets benefit from the thunder, his The thunder will disappear automatically.

Even the kind of aura of clouds after the repair of the real world will not be there.

Sure enough, when the nine-throw robbery arc was absorbed by Ye Mo, the sky was clear, there was no thunder and volatility, and there was no reward for any fairy cloud.

Ye Mo is sure that no one is robbing him and he is a kind of robbery with no rules and no fairy clouds. As long as he is aware that he is safe, even if the thunder is only down, the rest will dissipate.

For him, the thunder is not a test, but to kill him. Ye Mo believes that the reason why the first wave of thunderbolt arcs is three instead of nine is not because he does not want to let him die. It is certainly because for some reason, it is impossible to lower the thickness of the nine buckets in the first wave. Otherwise, the first wave is undoubtedly nine.

Ye Moena’s skin, which was beaten by thunder, even if there was no fairy cloud, quickly recovered. Just a few dozen breaths, Ye Mo's body can no longer see a scar, only streamlined skin and perfect body.

At this time, Ye Mo did not open his eyes. He was still absorbing the spirit of the surrounding spirit. Although there was no fairy spirit cloud after the thunder, he still had to stabilize his cultivation.

After a long time, Ye Mo suddenly raised his hand, and a roar of sound roared out of the air. At the same time, a rock with a thickness of half a bucket was sacrificed~www.readwn.com~ This thunder arc is like a very large spear. It falls directly in the desert a few miles away.

"boom……"

The thunder arc spear was inserted into the desert like a real thing, rolling up the yellow sand of the sky.

Ye Mo’s mouth showed a smile, and he was asking about the thunder arc swordsmanship that was not understood by the pavilion. After the terrible thunder, it became.

In the future, this magical power is, Rasha. This magical power has nothing to do with sand, even like a spear, because it is understood in the sand, Ye Mo named it Reza.

Ye Mo looked up and looked at the place where the desert was thundering. He believed that one day he would rush to thirty-three days. No matter who is dealing with him like this, he will not give up.

After giving himself a few clear waters, Ye Mo took out a set of clothes and put it on, and then he flew outside the bunker.

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... (to be continued..)