Your Chance Is Good, Now It's Mine!

After a few days.

High in the sky, a cloud boat was flying smoothly.

The cloud boat can be two hundred feet long and seventy feet wide.

There are mysterious and obscure formations engraved everywhere on the cloud boat.

Of course, this is only for ordinary monks.

In Ling Xuan's eyes, the mysteries of these formations are fully exposed.

"Yes, indeed exquisite."

Ling Xuan nodded slightly.

There are some unique insights into the formation in my mind.

The most advanced formation that he can arrange now is the low-rank Saint Rank Lunar Puppet Formation.

But this array can only be used to refine puppets.

It is useless for offense and defense.

Lei Zhonghe's cloud boat showed him a lot of unique features.

Ling Xuan pondered, maybe he could extract part of the Taiyin puppet formation and combine it with some of Yunzhou's formations to form a new formation.

Or have the effect of offense and defense.

Lei Zhonghe's voice came from the side.

"Ling Fellow Daoist, I am so fascinated by watching, is it possible that he is also skilled in formation?"

Lei Zhonghe was surprised.

Ling Xuan has been standing here watching for two days.

But still bright.

This cloud boat was ridden by the ancestor of the Thunder Prison family "Prison Saint" when he was a monk in the Supreme Realm, and it was named "Jie Lei Yun Zhou".

Has a strong offensive and defensive power.

The speed is also among the best among many Saint Rank boats.

After Prison Saint stepped into Saint Realm, this cloud boat gradually fell behind.

The Prison Saint redraws the formation and bestows it on the Patriarch of the Thunder Prison Family.

Now it has been passed down to Lei Zhonghe.

Ordinary monks can't stand it for two hours, let alone two days.

Lei Zhonghe himself would specially use Jielei Yunzhou to temper his spirit on weekdays.

The time of persistence is getting longer and longer, but now it has reached eight hours, and it has reached the limit.

This Ling Xuan is really extraordinary!

At this moment, Ling Xuan raised his head.

He found Lei Zhonghe standing beside him.

Lei Zizhen also stood by.

"How long?" Ling Xuan frowned.

"Two days, benefactor, you have been watching for two days, and Lei Shengcheng is almost here." Lei Zizhen laughed softly.

Ling Xuan couldn't help but laugh.

He felt that only a few dozen breaths had passed.

This formation is really mysterious, it must be from the hands of Saint.

"It's Lei Shengcheng in front of me."

Lei Zhonghe smiled, "Ling Fellow Daoist, let's see."

Ling Xuan came to the front of the deck and looked forward.

Sure enough, he saw a majestic and majestic city standing on the plain.

The sky was thunderous and cloudy.

Sometimes there will be lightning strikes.

But it will be directly sucked away by this majestic city.

Ling Xuan took a closer look and found that the walls of the Thunder City also had something mysterious.

It should be made of a unique mineral that has the ability to absorb lightning.

It usually absorbs lightning, and at a certain time, it can release huge power.

The power that erupts in an instant, I am afraid that even Supreme will be smashed into powder!

It is indeed the top five powers in Dongzhou.

This kind of style is shocking.

However, in terms of the scale of the Thunder City, although it is huge and majestic, it is not more magnificent than the ten demon-suppressing fortresses in the Zhenmo Sea.

At least in Ling Xuan's opinion, the majesty, majesty, and grandeur of the Demon Town Fortress have already exceeded the limits of most buildings.

Seeing that Ling Xuan's reaction was not violent, Lei Zhonghe was even more surprised in his heart.

He was sure that this was the first time for Ling Xuan to come to Leisheng City, the main city of the Thunder Prison family.

It was the first time I saw Lei Shengcheng, but I wasn't surprised at all.

This was the first time he had seen such a person.

"It's Jielei Yunzhou! Welcome back the Patriarch!"

The gate of Leisheng City.

The monks saw Jielei Yunzhou from a distance, and immediately shouted loudly.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of monks bowed down, devout and respectful.

For many cultivators who have lived in Leisheng City since childhood, the head of the family is the father, and even heaven!