C34 Thunderstorm descends

"If it's really like this, then why did Wan Qing still reach the strength of the peak Profound Practitioner s? Could it be because of the Storm Thunder Body? " Jing Tian was astonished.

Hun Jian spread out his palms: "Other than this, I can't think of any other reason. Although's Dantian had expanded due to the stimulation of lightning, judging from her recent progress, reaching the third rank should be her limit. "

"Sigh, destiny is unfair to many people." He sighed: "Grandfather, since Wan Qing has the Ji Yin Body, does that mean that she is very suitable for cultivation in the Soul Master?"

You're right again, Wan Qing's spiritual sea has a lot of potential. But this old man doesn't know any soul skills, nor do I know the cultivation method that is suitable for soul masters. That's why I delayed this child. Even so, under the stimulation of Lei Bao, she had naturally grown into a top level Spellcaster. A twelve year old girl, without any soul skills, was only a step away from becoming a Symbol Master. "In the four thousand years of our family history, there has never been such a precedent.

In addition to being shocked, Jing Tian was also lost in thought. A moment later, he raised his head, "Grandfather, I understand what you mean. I won't wear it because I'm not cold. While I train my physical body in the thunderstorm, I will also temper my soul. "

Hun Jian did not speak, he only reached out his hand and patted Jing Tian's shoulder.

The sky was filled with lightning and ear-piercing howls that shook Jing Tian out of his memories. Now was not the time to slip away. He activated the Storm Thunder Body, his palm also glowing with an orange light. Because the sword on his back was very soft, although it was firmly bound by iron chains, the tip of sword still hung to his side. It was unknown if it was because of the stimulation from the thunderstorm, or because of the shocking amount of Profound Qi s being injected into it. Its thin blade suddenly straightened.

He narrowed his eyes as he was struck by the lightning bolt, carefully observing the area a kilometer away. His grandfather had told him before that that place was the center of the thunderstorm.

Indeed, Lei Bao did not make Jing Tian wait long as he came to dead valley on time. The deafening thunder temporarily stopped, but the terrifying howls became louder and louder. The whirlwind around his body became bigger and bigger, and the lightning in the clouds started to gather towards the center.

The lightning bolts pressed against each other, finally forming a huge electric ball thousands of meters away in the sky. With a rumble, the electric ball collapsed. Lightning flew in all directions like a meteor shower, and Wan Qing who was 500 to 600 meters away was instantly engulfed by the lightning. This lightning didn't stop at all. Carrying a whirlwind as sharp as a blade, it pounced towards the heavens like a demon.

"It's finally here." With a loud shout, he quickly activated the Storm Thunder Body.

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Countless lightning bolts landed on his body, and an even greater amount of electricity flowed along the Spirit Star Sword and iron chains and covered his entire body. Jing Tian didn't feel any pain. All he felt was numbness.

Compared to the numbness on his body, the astonishing spiritual sea was suffering a huge destruction.

Right now, he did not have the spiritual sea to see himself, nor did he have the means to see himself. All he had in mind was to quickly activate the Storm Thunder Body, so that he could get used to the stimulation from the thunderstorm.

But the situation inside the spiritual sea seemed to have appeared in his eyes, he could not help but look.

The originally calm sea surface was now turbulent, with monstrous waves rising and falling one after another. The dark blue sky had now become as dense as the dark clouds in the real world. Bolts of lightning streaked across the sky. Countless lightning bolts struck the sea surface and then evaporated along with the sea water.

The little carp that was swimming freely in the sea was now flustered as it tried its best to dodge the terrifying lightning strikes. However, its escape did not bring them any peace. Instead, it caused the falling thunder to laugh at it.

Thunder rumbled, chasing the fish. When the small fish was struck by the lightning bolts, its body would sink into the sea.

However, the little fish refused to give in. It stubbornly stuck its head out of the surging sea water and continued to flee.

Just like this, the needle was pressed down and drilled through. Little Fishy played this unrelenting and exceptionally cruel game with the lightning in the sea.

After an unknown period of time, Xiaoyu finally became tired. Its originally golden body was now littered with the bruises of an electric burn. The beautiful scales on her body were incomplete. It couldn't swim. It was too tired.

Little Fishy fell on her side on the sea, rolling up and down with the waves.

However, its obedience had not been forgiven by Lightning. The winning thunders didn't seem to be having a good time as they continued to smash Little Fishy again and again. It seemed that only by sinking the small fish completely into the sea would they be satisfied.

The little fish didn't resist and allowed the lightning to push it into the sea. However, it was still persistent. Although it couldn't swim anymore, it would still drag its body up to the surface of the sea, unwilling to yield.

It was unknown how much time had passed. Perhaps it was just for a moment, or perhaps it was for a hundred years. Little Fishy's lightless eyes suddenly lit up again. As the light became brighter and brighter, the two crescent moons above its head started to resonate with each other, emitting a faint orange light.

These two orange crescent moons repeatedly intertwined, condensing into a full moon before separating once again. Who knows how many times he repeated the process, before condensing into a full moon again. When they dispersed, the two crescent moons actually became three.

Little Fishy's entire body was radiating resplendent rays of light. With a leap, it smashed a streak of lightning that was just about to pierce its body into pieces.

It floated on the surface of the sea and roared angrily at the wind, clouds, and lightning that filled the sky. The little fish didn't have any vocal cords, so it naturally couldn't make any sounds. But this soundless cry stunned the sky full of thunderstorms.

The lightning stopped falling and the thunder stopped exploding. But the clouds that obscured the sky did not disperse. They seemed to be peeping at the fish, ready to strike at any moment to make it yield.

Little Fishy was thoroughly enraged at their ignorance. It leaped up into the air, and a huge wave appeared on the surface of the sea, carrying it towards the dark clouds. Little Fishy rode on the raging waves and soared into the clouds. It really did reach the sky, and when it reached the clouds, the clouds began to fear.

They began to retreat and disperse. However, how could the courageous Little Fishy give up on such a rare opportunity to strike back? She viciously swung her hammer at the black cloud.

The inviolable dark clouds seemed to have been pricked with a needle and shrunk with a swoosh. Not long later, he disappeared from the sky.

Blue sky, blue sea, calm water, leisurely fish.

It was as if nothing had happened, except for the three crescent moons on the head of the carp.

When Jing Tian opened his eyes, he was already in bed. He looked around. On one side was a makeshift dressing table. On one side was a wooden cabinet piled high with small animals made of mud. There was also a small bed in front of the cabinet.

Jing Tian realized that this was the second floor's bedroom of Wan Qing's wooden house.

Astonishingly hard to do memories, cyclone thunderstorms, ear-piercing howls and the blue sea.

The sea? spiritual sea? Jing Tian remembered everything.

He quickly checked himself out and then happily smiled. Soul Master's cultivation rose from the second seal of the second rank to the third, while Profound Practitioner's cultivation increased from the sixth to the seventh. The seventh floor was also the top floor, and his Profound Practitioner's cultivation was now no different from Wan Qing's.

He dragged his tired body up from the bed. He was sore all over, and there was a tiredness in the crevices of his bones.

Jing Tian knew this was a normal reaction. He stood up shakily and slowly walked to the stairs.

Wan Qing, who was cooking downstairs, heard the sound and hurriedly ran over: "Brother, you're finally awake. You must have been unconscious for two days. "

Wan Qing reached out to support him, and slowly brought him down the stairs.

"Have I been unconscious for two days? "It seems like I'm still too useless." Jing Tian shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Who said you're useless, don't let your thoughts run wild." Wan Qing patted his back.

Who knew that after recovering, how could he withstand such a short period of time? He stumbled and escaped from Wan Qing's support, running down the stairs, and almost falling down.

"Hey, it must be a dog eating shit." Jing Tian closed his eyes, waiting for his close contact with the ground.

However, the expected toughness did not appear. He felt a pair of large, powerful hands catch him.

He didn't even need to open his eyes to guess who the owner of such a powerful pair of hands was.

"Hello, Grandpa." Looking at Hun Jian in front of him, his face flushed red.

Jing Tian looked at the weakened Jing Tian, his heart aching. "Your child has made you suffer."

He helped Jing Tian to get out of the room. At the same time, he pressed his palm against Jing Tian's back. A warm feeling flowed down his waist and into his limbs and bones, and the soreness in his body lessened by quite a bit.

"Thank you grandpa, I feel much better now." Jing Tian gently got rid of the old man's support and stood on the spot.

The old man shook his head. "You are really stubborn, child."

Then he smiled in relief, "It's not your fault. Everyone in Hun Family has this kind of stubborn temper."

Jing Tian rubbed his nose and laughed embarrassedly.

At this time, Wan Qing walked over from behind with his head lowered, and said softly: "Big brother, I'm sorry, I didn't think I would have hurt you. I really didn't do it on purpose. "

After saying so, her nose turned sour and she began to sob.

Jing Tian pulled her hand, then used his other hand to wipe the tears from his eyes. "Wan Qing, don't cry. Look, nothing happened to brother, and his cultivation has also increased. "

"Ha, really?" Wan Qing laughed through her tears: "How much did big brother improve?"

"The levels of Soul Master and Profound Practitioner have both increased by a small level." Shocking sharing of his achievements.

"Yeah, I knew that my brother was the best. After just one lightning storm, he had already improved. I was struck by lightning over ninety times before I reached my current level. "

Wan Qing bounced up, as if he had forgotten what he looked like when he was crying. "Brother, I'll make you something good to eat, wait a bit, it'll be done soon."

Seeing Wan Qing being so happy, happiness filled her heart.

Seeing this scene, Hun Jian was also very pleased. "Seeing that you two siblings have such a good relationship, I feel at ease."

He habitually patted Jing Tian's shoulder. "Jing Tian, you're sixteen years old, but you're already this young. "I'm old now, you have to take care of this little sister in the future."

"Grandfather, don't worry. Taking care of Wan Qing is something that I am duty-bound to do." Then, he held the old man's hand and said, "Grandfather, you're not old. As a Profound Practitioner of the sixth step, you're still young."

"Hahaha, okay then. I'm an old man who's almost three hundred years old, and I'm still a young man." He was laughing happily. With today's life, he would be able to live in seclusion in the forest and chat with his grandson. How gratifying would this be?

He felt satisfied, even though the two children could not accompany him for long.