Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 136 Too Void Thunder

Su Zimo didn't know what the true immortal was, but when he heard here, he understood one thing, Butterfly Moon was stronger than the predecessor of Xianhe.

Much stronger!

Su Zimo groaned a little and asked, "Senior, if I can't wash away the demon in the bloodstream with the thunder of this place, would I stay here forever?"

After all, the crane only provides a direction, but how to solve this hidden danger can only be explored by Su Zimo himself.

"One year, give you one year."

The red-haired woman said, "If it doesn't work within a year, you can only think of another way."

Su Zimo nodded.

"Don't be discouraged, that person can, your qualifications are not weaker than him, and maybe you can do it." The red-haired beauty comforted her again, and then left.

Losing the surrounding light curtain barrier, the sound of thunder rolling again in my ears, shocked my mind.

The area of ​​the valley was small. Su Zimo looked around and found no place to live. He sat cross-legged and began to listen to the sound of thunder in the valley, trying to find the secret in the sound of thunder.

Days and days alternate.

Su Zimo has been sitting in the Valley of Thunder Sounds, repairing so that he has not grown in the slightest, the spirit in the blood is still there, and there is no sign of fading.

During this period, Linghu and Xiaohe often came to see him secretly and give him some food.

Normally, other disciples are not allowed to visit when they are trapped in the Leiyin Valley.

But after all, Xiaohe's identity is special, plus it and Linghu are not regarded as disciples.

Although Su Zimo trapped Xiaohe in the battle, Xiaohe also took some elixir and got a lot of benefits. In addition, he saw Su Zimo's pitiful attitude and had changed his attitude.

In a flash, a month passed.

In Thunder Valley, Su Zimo opened his eyes and sighed softly.

Still clueless.

If it continues like this, let alone a year, I am afraid that it is ten years, Su Zimo can't think of a way.

"It seems that the Zongmen strongman that year was indeed better than me."

Su Zimo laughed at himself.

Thinking of this person, Su Zimo took the piece of black gold silk armor from the storage bag.

There is no one around Leiyin Valley, and Su Zimo is not afraid of being peeped. He stands up, runs the power of blood, bulges his blood vessels, swells his flesh, and soars.

Su Zimo can clearly feel that the powerful power in the blood vein seems to destroy the world!

It is also because of this kind of power that Su Zimo defeated Feng Haoyu, who entered the basement!

Su Zimo took a deep breath, and with both hands, he lifted this piece of black gold silk armor and looked up and down.

Since obtaining this broken innate artifact, Su Zimo has observed it closely for the first time.

This black gold silk armor is very thin and very soft to the touch. It is hard to imagine that such a thin piece of inner armor weighs a lot!

Just as Su Zimo looked at the mysterious gold silk armor, two pages of paper suddenly fell out of the inner armor and fell to the ground.

"Ok?"

Su Zimo gave a light sigh, slightly looking down, laying down the golden silk armor and picking up two pages of paper.

Two pages of paper looked old, exuding an ancient atmosphere, one of which was still broken, and there were obvious torn marks underneath.

A sentence was written on the first sheet of paper, and the second page was torn with paper.

Su Zimo looked at the first sheet of paper.

"This is the exercise I got from an ancient ruin named Taixu Lei Jue. Although it's just a stub, there is a volume of Thunder Sound Washing Sutras, and there are also a few thundercrafts. Destined. "

Seeing this line of words, Su Zimo's mind flashed.

If he had expected it well, this second page of torn paper should record this too false thunder!

And these two pages were left by that Zongmen strongman!

Su Zimo's expression was complicated, and he felt some emotion.

For so many years, the mysterious gold silk armor has been placed in the Spirit Pavilion, almost covered by dust.

If it wasn't for Su Zimo's entrance to the ancestral gate after the demon repair, no one would touch the inner armor, nor would he find the secret.

Go to the Spirit Cabinet to select the magical tools. Each practitioner will choose the ones that are useful to him. Who will choose the mysterious silk armor?

Practicing gas is not needed.

Even if Jin Dan had practiced the practice of refining, his physical strength was strong, but he didn't look down on this broken innate artifact.

However, Su Zimo could have refined his own magical artifacts, the magical artifacts in the Pavilion of Spiritual Instruments, and he couldn't look down on him, so he picked such a strange inner armor.

It was a coincidence that happened by accident.

In this sentence, the last three words, "the destined person", at this time, it seems that it has a little more flavor.

Su Zimo smiled.

The Zongmen strong man is indeed weird.

Although he betrayed the sect, he left this practice and did not choose to stay directly, instead using another method.

In fact, Su Zimo has just stepped into the realm of cultivation. He has only been exposed to a condensed qi about the practice of the realm of cultivation. He has n’t even learned spirituality. How can he realize something with the help of thunder.

The same was true of the Zongmen strongman.

Trapped in Thunder Valley, how could he wash away the magical energy in his body without this too false thunder tactic?

Between Su Zimo's thoughts, the first sheet of paper in his palm quietly shattered, turned into dust, and floated in the air.

Too long, this sheet of paper has long been eroded by years and turned into dust under the thunder of thunder.

Theoretically, the second piece of torn paper has taken longer, but at this time, it remains the same.

Su Zimo carefully rubbed it and found that the material of this sheet of paper was very special and somewhat rough and flexible. Even after so many years, the handwriting on it was still clearly visible.

Su Zimo looked at the break below the sheet of paper, and with a sudden movement of his heart, he pulled his hands suddenly.

Not moving!

Su Zimo was in the form of a demon at this time. With both hands, even a pseudo-spirit can be broken.

But this piece of paper is intact!

"Ancient Ruins."

Su Zimo remembered a message mentioned by the Zongmen strongman and thoughtfully.

From the mouth of Xianhe's predecessors, it is known that the Tianhuang continent has gone through two eras, the first one is the Archean period and the second is the ancient period.

Since it is an ancient relic, then this too false thunder and tactics is likely to be the exercises left over from ancient times!

Su Zimo's eyes brightened.

In ancient times, the piece of paper that recorded this too false thunder is so extraordinary. This exercise must be very promising!

Su Zimo started to watch this piece of paper.

Enter the first line of words, Lei Yin wash the Sutras!

Seeing these five words, Su Zimo nodded secretly.

Now he is practicing the marrow mutilation in the twelve demon kings of the great wasteland, and now this paper is also a meditative scripture.

The fusion of the two verses is likely to completely solve the hidden dangers in the body!

Su Zimo depressed his heart and agitated, and began to practice the Lei Yin Sutras in the rolling thunder.

Thank you Limo, Li Shao, Ye Luohong Fengting Pavilion for the reward ~

(End of this chapter)