The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

Caught off guard, just as his consciousness reacted, there was no time for his nervous system to react.

Rumble, the blue lightning descended and engulfed the dark golden figure.

Jian Xiong staggered two steps forward and released her hands from her mouth. She wanted to shout out loud, but no matter what, she couldn't make a sound.

The power of the thunder was extremely powerful, how could a human being resist it?

Jian Xiong was scared out of her wits. She opened and closed her mouth, unable to utter a sound.

However, after a while, she discovered a surprising phenomenon. The figure that was submerged in the lightning was still floating in the air, unexpectedly not falling down.

As for Li Dao, as he was bathed in thunder, a blue current flowed through his skin, causing him to feel numb and extremely comfortable.

How high was the thunder's voltage?

From this, it could be seen that the indestructible golden Buddha body was very abnormal. Li Dao opened up both of his palms and casually swung them out with his fists. There was a blue electric current in the air that created a sonic boom.

At this point, Li Dao had also realized that the lightning strikes were not the legendary tribulation, but a natural scientific phenomenon.

He was as hard as steel when he was in the sky filled with flashing lightning. It would be strange if he didn't attract lightning.

Crossing tribulation was something that only existed in the cultivation world. How could there be a tribulation in the world of martial arts? It seemed that one's narcissism was too serious.

After a bolt of lightning, he felt refreshed and wished he could have more. Unfortunately, this was an extravagant hope.

Floating in the air, Li Dao thought to himself as he stroked his chin. Even though his Golden Buddha body's defense was abnormal, it wasn't so abnormal that it could withstand the lightning of nature, right?

Although it was said to be indestructible, that was only in comparison. The legend said that the Holy Man was immortal, never to be exterminated and never to be reincarnated.

Below the Saint level, how could they have absolute defense? No one dared claim that they were indestructible.

Li Dao's current defenses were truly abnormal. However, he was still relatively speaking; he absolutely did not dare to allow a deity to stab him with a long sword.

Not to mention anything else, he didn't even have the courage to stab Li Dao in the face.

Then, what was the reason for him to be completely unharmed by the thunder, and even give birth to a feeling of having his entire body at ease?

Rubbing his chin and feeling the resistance of the scales, Li Dao lowered his head and saw that the scales covering his body were covered by a blue electrical light. He finally understood the situation.

The true Golden Buddha Indestructible Physique was not enough to withstand the power of thunder, but this was a mutated version of the Golden Dragon Indestructible Body.

In the legends, it was the duty of the Divine Dragon Division to control the clouds and rain. If he could control thunder and lightning, then wouldn't he also have the ability to refine Ao Xue's blood essence?

Thinking of this, Li Dao could not help but get excited. He began to draw his naked body in the air, learning the movements he saw on TV. His hands formed some unknown hand seals and shouted loudly, "Heaven and earth borrowing, five strikes of lightning will strike! Cha!"

"Basis of Heaven and Earth, Boundless Heaven and Earth, Giddy!"

"Celestial spirit, earth spirit, Old Lord Taishang ordered urgently!"

After changing a few moves and chants that he had learned from the TV series, Li Dao discovered that he did not have the ability to control lightning at all.

He had some affinity for lightning, perhaps it was due to him not having the right way to open it. Once he obtains the Lightning Dharma in the Immortal World, his cultivation would definitely increase by leaps and bounds. Li Dao could only console himself.

Beneath him, the male swordsman experienced fear, despair, helplessness, and finally, surprise. Now, his head was covered with a black line.

Looking at Li Dao's naked body in mid-air, gesturing with his hands while reciting his lines, she felt extremely ashamed. She even had the impulse to slap him to death.

After trying many times, Li Dao finally gave up. It seemed that he had inherited the Divine Dragon's body, but not the Divine Dragon's sacred art.

Landing on the ground, he looked at the black streak of Jian Xiong. Li Dao felt a little strange. What was going on with her?

Li Dao didn't understand so he asked. He took two steps forward and asked in a gentle voice, "Suo'er, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Why do you have such a strange expression on your face?"

Seeing Li Dao move forward, the male swordsman took two steps back, rolled his eyes and said, "Can you put on your clothes first?"

A gust of wind blew past. The little brother shook his head and Li Dao suddenly realized a very serious problem. His clothes had already been torn to shreds, but now, he seemed to have no more clothes to wear.

Lowering her head to take a look, she saw that her body was still dark golden and covered with small scales. No wonder Jian Xiong looked at him with disdain.

After he retracted his martial arts and returned the scales to his body, his skin returned to its fair state. Li Dao had finally returned to his normal form. It felt strange to be wearing clothes like this.