Fengyunlu

"Having said that, although you are as perfect as the stars in the sky, you are still trapped in this troubled world, and there seems to be unbreakable chains in your heart." After Lei Gong said this, everyone in Chunming Pavilion, including Zhuang Mo, was stunned.

If Zhuang Mo could still accept the shock he had felt before, after all, he knew that there were always people better than him, and it was normal for others to have high levels of cultivation. As for the disaster at the Jianyin Sect, both the good and evil factions were unable to find out the truth, and simply pushed all the responsibility onto the poor family.

But now, after hearing Lei Gong's explanation, it became clear that this sloppy uncle had actually reached the Zhoutian realm. Others might not know this, but Zhuang Mo knew exactly what this meant. He practiced the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art of the Thunderbolt Hall. Above the ninth level of the Nine Heavens was the Zhoutian Immortal God, surpassing the Xuanmen realm and reaching the level of immortals, gods, ghosts, and demons.

Such a figure had never appeared in the history of the Great Dao struggle. How could he be willing to be inferior to a humble family? Zhuang Mo's eyes were full of surprise, and his heart was full of confusion. The others were even more shocked than him.

Although no one present, except A Li and Zhuang Mo, knew exactly how powerful the Thunderbolt Hall's skills were, as members of the Xuan Sect, how could they not know the power of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art's Ninth Level? Now, hearing Lei Gong mention Zhou Tian's abilities, coupled with his current aura, one could imagine that he had already embarked on the path to becoming an immortal. Although it seemed a bit forced, he had ultimately surpassed the Saint level.

No one expected that Lei Gong's words would be so shocking, and what followed was even more shocking. The sloppy man was as powerful as Lei Gong, and his cultivation was natural, without any sense of force, and he could use it at will. How could this not shock people?

After a period of silence, Zhuang Mo looked back at Ali, and both the brother and sister smiled bitterly. Ali even shook her head secretly, comparing her husband, the Demon King, with this sloppy man, but no matter how she compared them, it felt like there was a huge gap, because the realm beyond the Saint level, the gap was simply a world of difference.

At this moment, everyone present, except Zhuang Mo, began to waver in their faith, and a sense of frustration spread around the thunder pool. Finally, Feng Chen reacted and slowly looked at the sloppy man, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and his fighting spirit was stronger than ever.

When Zhuang Mo saw his actions, he immediately understood what was going on. He thought that this child's determination in Taoism was no less than his father's. With such an innate spirit, there was no need to worry about not being able to break through the shackles of immortals, gods, ghosts and demons. What's more, the sloppy man in front of him had already seen the way to break through. Since there was a precedent, he could naturally break all shackles.

"I didn't expect that the Thunderbolt Hall actually hid such a secret. But since Master Lei has such ability, he should understand that even so, he can't stop us from leaving." At this time, Moqiu's voice came faintly from the Thunder Pool, and the voice was getting closer and closer. Obviously, he had achieved the purpose of entering the Thunder Pool this time.

"That's not necessarily true." Lei Gong was still full of confidence, so confident that everyone began to doubt where his confidence came from.

The next moment, as if to resolve the doubts in everyone's hearts, snowflakes began to fall from the sky, and the mountains undulated as they fell. The rain and snow that had been swept away by the sloppy man's sword now turned into a sky full of white and were used by Lei Gong. It turned out that the magical power of heavy snow that evolved from winter snow to the four seasons was also mastered by Lei Gong, and now it became his means.

Snow falls in the sky! !

Ali said softly, her voice so soft that it seemed as if she was just talking to herself. Zhuang Mo patted her gently and nodded slightly, indicating that she was fine at the moment.

Someone nearby heard her voice and thought she was worried about Lei Gong's unique skills, but she didn't know that her eyes were already slightly red, full of worry, and a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed by.

But Fengchen was right beside her. As an innate spirit, he had his own mysteries. Although his cultivation was still shallow, he could sense some things that were close to him without any effort.

Turning around, Fengchen looked at her gently. When Ali saw someone looking at her, her eyes flashed and she restrained all her emotions.

Feng Chen understood that this was something she didn't want others to notice, so he didn't ask any more questions, pretending to know nothing. He then turned his gaze to Zhuang Mo and said, "Uncle Zhuang, my Uncle Lei is injured. Will there be any hidden dangers if he acts so forcefully?"

Zhuang Mo smiled and replied, "Don't worry, he is in the thunder pool. He just moved and Zhou Tian's injuries have recovered. It's just..."

Fengchen saw that he hadn't finished speaking, so he hurriedly asked, "Just what?"

Zhuang Mo's eyes were filled with concern. He didn't know how to start, so he just shook his head and said lightly, "I was also trapped under the Thunder Pool for a hundred years. Besides the Demon Flame Edge, who knows what crucial secret is hidden in that mysterious formation? I'm afraid Mo Qiu came here this time just for that secret. Logically, once your Uncle Lei made his move, he could have simply killed Mo Qiu in the Thunder Pool, and this scene of snow falling from the sky shouldn't have happened. But he did this anyway. I guess there must be something worth protecting, or some danger is about to arise. In short, he's willing to risk his life, and it's definitely not for ordinary things."

"Trade my life for it..." Feng Chen muttered to himself, his voice full of helplessness and confusion.

He heard it all clearly, and understood it thoroughly. He had caused such a huge mess this time that Lei Gong had no choice but to send him to the Thunder Pond for body training. Without these changes, how could the Han Clan have the opportunity to attack the Thunderbolt Hall? For so many years, the Han Clan had remained silent, obviously because they hadn't found the opportunity. Now that he had caused such a huge mess during his body training, how could he not regret it?

Thinking of this, Fengchen couldn't help but look at Zhuang Mo: "Uncle Zhuang, your strength is unfathomable. You once said that as long as I Fengchen asks for something, you will do your best to help. Now my Uncle Lei may be in trouble, and I beg you to help him."

At the end of his speech, Feng Chen actually leaned forward as a junior, wanting to ask Zhuang Mo for help. However, before he could bow, Zhuang Mo reached out and supported him.

"There's no need to be like this. I, Zhuang Mo, keep my word. I will do my best to help you with any request you have." Zhuang Mo said as he helped Feng Chen up.

Fengchen looked grateful and asked, "So, Uncle Zhuang, are you willing to help my Uncle Lei?"

"Of course, but your uncle Lei's blood and essence are burning in Xue Luo Cang Qiong, so no one can help him with this matter. As for now, we can't intervene. He is too powerful. Except for that mysterious man, no one else can get close to him. There is no need for help now. Wait until his strength is exhausted and he uses his killing moves. If there is any danger, I will help him." After Zhuang Mo finished speaking, he exchanged glances with Ali, as if he had made some kind of decision.

Feng Chen was too concerned to notice these things. He just nodded and fixed his eyes on Lei Gong.

Whether his conversation with Zhuang Mo was intentional or unintentional, he was completely unprepared and was therefore overheard by the people around him.

Upon hearing these words, the four brothers from Beichen Palace frowned. They all knew that Zhuang Mo had stirred up the jianghu a century ago, his cultivation unfathomable, and even after a century, his strength was even more difficult to assess. While he wasn't as strong as the mysterious man, the brothers from Beichen Palace understood that Zhuang Mo was no easy task. Furthermore, he was A-Li's older brother, and the demon king's attitude had to be taken into consideration. So, if the situation became chaotic again later, and Zhuang Mo decided to either stop or help the Thunderbolt Hall, how would they react?

The brothers looked at each other and exchanged glances for a long time, but they could not see any clear attitude from each other's eyes. They all looked hesitant.

Their unusual behavior was noticed by the Blood Crows. True Man Blood Crow pulled the person next to him, and their eyes met, instantly understanding each other's intentions. They secretly decided that no matter how the situation unfolded later, as long as Zhuang Mo took action, they would fully support him. After all, in this gambling game, Zhuang Mo was the hall master's older brother, so the bet was naturally on the bigger one.

Thinking of this, the two of them shrank inward and unconsciously shifted to the outside, vaguely guarding against the people from Beichen Palace. At the same time, they were also secretly gathering murderous intent, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.

To cut a long story short, these people had their own thoughts, so let's not talk about them for now. Suddenly, a puff of black smoke emerged from the thunder pool, and then, a slow mist seemed to be endless, slowly emerging from the thunder pool.

Lei Gong's eyes were determined, his hands shielding the air as he bathed himself in the beam of light, staring intently at the slovenly man. In his mind, as long as he didn't move, he could float anywhere under the Zhou Tian, relying on the power of Snowfall Sky, and kill everyone without having to go there in person.

The slovenly man simply looked at Lei Chi indifferently. Ever since Mo Qiu had revealed the secret, he had slightly adjusted his robe and hat. Now that the mist had cleared, he raised his eyes with a cold gleam, staring intently at Lei Gong. He seemed to share the same intentions as Lei Gong, and any move he made would be unleashed with devastating force.

Lei Gong's eyes narrowed at this moment, as if he wanted to see the slovenly man's identity. However, despite his best efforts, he still couldn't make out who he was. In his memory, the masters of the Hidden Sword Sect who had practiced the Hidden Sword Technique flashed by one by one, but none of them looked like the slovenly man, and even their temperament didn't match his.

Who on earth was he? Lei Gong secretly asked in his heart, but he really couldn't figure it out. Logically speaking, with his current level of cultivation, he must have been a well-known figure back then, but he just had no impression of him at all.

Finally, Lei Gong shook his head and secretly made up his mind. No matter who this person was, after today's situation, he must personally investigate the truth. This not only concerns the battle between good and evil, but also is related to a bizarre incident in the past.

That bizarre incident was related to a knot in Lei Gong's heart that he could never untie. Even though this knot was right in front of him, even though it was already a forgotten past, everyone had a piece of pure land in their heart that they were unwilling to share with others.

But who knows, outside this pure land, there has never been a single person, watching from afar, wanting to get closer, but never daring to touch.

Outside the Thunder Pond, someone watched from afar. Their gaze was like water, their black robe fluttering. Reflected in the snow, they resembled a touch of coolness, yet also an endless frost. A chill enveloped the surroundings. Long Tiexin reached out to catch a snowflake, watching it slowly melt.

Her palms felt cold, and the cold air penetrated her body silently, like a cold wind in winter, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"Hall Master." Long Tiexin's voice was low and full of respect. He whispered these two words, turned around and jumped, like a nimble cheetah, quickly disappearing into the night.

In the thunder pool, black smoke puffed out like a raging fire burning vanilla. The strong smell spread and lingered for a long time, as if it was going to fill the entire space.

Lei Gong's eyes were like an eagle. He stared with a frown on his face. The power of thunder had gathered in his hands. He was ready to kill Mo Qiu with one strike as soon as he appeared.

As expected, the figure of Moqiu slowly emerged, and black smoke slowly condensed in the thunder pool. After a while, a vague figure gradually appeared, like a ghost about to disappear in the night sky.

"Master Lei, I'm sorry for offending you today. We'll settle the score in the future." Moqiu's voice came from the black fog, with a hint of calmness, as if he didn't care at all about Lei Gong's actions.

The Demon Hill surrounded by black fog seemed like an ancient demon god. His nonchalant attitude seemed to say that Lei Gong’s efforts were nothing to him.

He seemed to have achieved his goal and was about to leave. Everything seemed to be under his control.

However, things often do not develop according to people's wishes. When Moqiu was about to leave, the sloppy man suddenly locked onto Lei Gong. They responded from inside and outside and were about to escape, but Lei Gong spoke at this time.

"You can't leave." He said lightly, aloof and direct, like the verdict of fate, which could not be questioned.

With a slight flick of his Lei Gong fingertips, a nearly invisible streak of purple divine lightning silently penetrated the black fog, like a lurking hunter, waiting for the opportunity to strike a fatal blow. The lightning flashed by, without momentum or aura, like a shooting star in the night sky, disappearing in an instant.

The next moment, a huge sound like the beating of a drum or a muffled bell exploded from the black fog. A blood mist dyed the black smoke into red flames. The blood, which glowed green and looked like purple and black, dripped along the edge of the black fog. The huge drops of blood fell into the thunder pool, making a crackling sound, like the call of hell.

After a while, the black fog gradually dissipated, and the figure of Moqiu could be vaguely seen, but he was upside down, swaying like a kite with a broken string, and had lost his former majesty.

There were three figures, one in front and two behind. It turned out that Zhuang Mo was leading the way, followed closely by Chunmingge and Xia Tianchang. They were as fast as lightning and looked like thunder, but they still missed.

No one saw how the sloppy man made his move, they only saw him get ahead of Moqiu. The three of them had their own thoughts, and when they turned back, they all looked at him in surprise, their eyes full of confusion.

At this time, the sloppy man was holding a ball of dark black mist in his hand. In the black mist was Moqiu, but he was upside down and his life or death was unknown. Although the black mist was dark, it did not dissipate. It seemed that he was still alive, but it was hard to say how likely he was to survive.

Zhuang Mo looked for a long time and turned his head away helplessly. Since he didn't succeed, there was no need to look any further. He understood that today's failure might become a hidden danger at some point in the future.