Fengyunlu

"Master Lei, you're so anxious, calm down, and I won't say any more." Just as I was thinking about it, that divine thought came again, as if it was right inside the Thunder Pool, and words came one after another.

Lei Gong frowned, his eyes gleaming with deep thought. He waved his sleeves gently, revealing a heavy heart. Turning to look at Feng Chen, a hint of doubt slowly appeared in his eyes. Feng Chen's mind was becoming increasingly confused, but seeing Lei Gong's pensive expression, he didn't bother him, but simply waited quietly by his side.

After a moment, a look of understanding dawned on Lei Gong's face, and Feng Chen cautiously asked, "Uncle Lei, who is this..." "Yan Jun Zhuang Mo," Lei Gong replied succinctly. It turned out to be Yan Jun Zhuang Mo, the man who had been imprisoned in the Thunder Pool for a hundred years. He hadn't told Lei Gong the truth before, and now he was reminding him again, making it difficult to tell whether he was being truthful or not, and it was unclear what his hidden agenda was.

But Fengchen didn't know any of this. He only knew that Lei Gong had said that Yan Jun was a wicked person. If he was a wicked person, how could he really help? He must have his own little tricks or some far-sighted plan. Thinking this, Fengchen blurted out, "Uncle Lei, how much can we trust his words?"

"That depends on how much he can reveal," Lei Gong added, his eyes flickering. Without waiting for Feng Chen to ask again, he turned to Zhuang Mo and said, "Are you saying Jiu You is feigning delay and deliberately showing weakness in order to lure Xiao Fengzi into the path of physical training?"

"That's right," Zhuang Mo answered firmly. "How did you know?" Lei Gong pressed on. "Because he's already refined the essence of demonic energy and is trapped by that resentment, unable to escape, and..." "Boy, with your demonic divine body, do you really have to help outsiders?" Zhuang Mo was interrupted by Jiuyou before he could finish his words.

Jiuyou, worthy of being the ancient Demon Emperor, saw through Zhuang Mo's true colors with just a few words. Truly impressive. However, after hearing this, Lei Gong and Feng Chen, initially skeptical of Zhuang Mo's words, were now largely convinced. If Zhuang Mo's story was true, then today's incident might have been a conspiracy between Xu Yi and Jiuyou to escape the shell.

This plot was both simple and complex. The key was to use Fengchen's Juemai Xuanxiu as bait, so that Leigong would be willing to take the bait despite knowing it was a deception. Once Leigong was hooked, everything would be easy. He only needed to let Fengchen temper his body and refine his essence in the Thunder Pool. Once the task was completed, Jiuyou would be free.

By then, with Jiuyou using Fengchen's body to launch a sudden attack, and with the support of powerful people from the humble clan, escaping Thunder Mountain would be easy. However, these inferences were based on Zhuang Mo's words, and it was hard to say whether this was the truth. At least what he was about to say was interrupted by Jiuyou, so it was unclear whether there was any secret hidden in it.

One thing is certain, however: Fengchen's demonic energy can no longer be refined. Regardless of how much Zhuang Mo believes, the mere existence of Jiuyou is enough to cause a headache. If Fengchen hasn't refined the source of his demonic energy, even if he hides ten Jiuyou, Lei Gong will be able to destroy them all while ensuring Fengchen's safety. But the situation is different now. Knowing that Jiuyou has refined the source, Lei Gong must be even more cautious.

If he continued to refine his body, while he could eliminate the resentment, Jiuyou would also be freed and instantly smelt the demonic energy, transforming it into his own. If Jiuyou then entered Fengchen's body and caused chaos, even the power of thunder wouldn't be able to kill Jiuyou without harming Fengchen. If he couldn't do that, he couldn't take the risk.

After thinking this through, Lei Gong felt that the only way to ensure Fengchen's safety and completely destroy Jiuyou was to eliminate the demonic energy. However, if he did so, the source of the demonic energy would also disappear with Jiuyou's demise. Without the demonic energy and without a replacement, Fengchen would not have enough strength to practice the path of tempering.

So what should he do next? Lei Gong pondered for a long time, still feeling a little unwilling. After all, such an opportunity was rare, and it was related to whether Fengchen could continue his Xuan cultivation. So after hesitating for a while, he decided to ask Zhuang Mo again: "How did you know all this? Why are you willing to help now?"

Lei Gong wanted to see how much he could trust Zhuang Mo's words, and he also wanted to know more about the situation so he could consider it comprehensively. However, Zhuang Mo on the other end of the line didn't respond for a long time. Just when Lei Gong thought Zhuang Mo was still devoted to the demonic path and unwilling to reveal more, a long sigh finally rang out.

"Alas... Hall Master Lei, have you forgotten that it was the child's mother who risked her life to save Ali? Just based on this, why do you still not trust him?" "As for how I know all this, that is the secret of my magic path, and I, Zhuang, cannot say more. In short, being able to save the Feng family's child today can be regarded as repaying the favor on Ali's behalf." Zhuang Mo's voice gradually faded away, and there was no other movement.

On that small altar, there seemed to be a trace of sadness gently passing by, and it seemed that a little resentment quietly descended, but in the end, there was only a deep sigh and a look back, with desolation and soliloquy.

"Ah... well..." Lei Gong shook his head gently, letting out a long sigh. He turned and looked at Fengchen again, his eyes filled with helplessness and his heart filled with self-blame. It seemed that today, he would have to break his promise to Xiao Fengzi. If it were any other reason, I, Lei Gong, would have taken it on without hesitation, no matter how dangerous it was. But in this situation, I couldn't do that. What a shame, this rare opportunity slipped away.

Oh, forget it, let's think of other ways... Lei Gong pondered over it again and again, sighed continuously, and finally said helplessly: "Xiao Fengzi, regarding the matter of body refining, I'm afraid..."

"Uncle Lei, I understand your concerns, but I just want to take another gamble. I don't believe that God will really cut off all my hopes!!" Feng Chen's eyes flashed with determination, and he uttered resolute words, interrupting Lei Gong's words.

Although he only understood some of it just now, he roughly understood the key to the matter and understood Lei Gong's concerns and the dangers involved. But he also felt that the opportunity was rare and should not be given up easily.

Even if a substitute for demonic energy could be found in the future, who could guarantee when it would appear? Furthermore, whether it could be found was still an unknown. Rather than waiting in vain and wishful thinking, it was better to give it a try. Perhaps, with God's blessing, success would truly be achieved.

"Silly boy, this is not the time to show off your strength. Jiuyou is Jiuyou after all. No matter how weak it is, you are not capable of dealing with it now. Although I can kill it, I cannot guarantee that your life will not be harmed. Forget it. Uncle Lei will think of other ways for you." In fact, Lei Gong hoped that he could succeed in body refining more than anyone else, but considering the danger involved, he could only persuade him earnestly and helplessly.

But Feng Chen was determined to pursue this path, not only because the opportunity was rare, but also because, as Feng Wanlin's son, the Feng family's bloodline wouldn't allow him to retreat in the face of difficulties. Despite his stubbornness, Feng Chen insisted, "Uncle Lei, Jiuyou is indeed powerful, but I have my father's magic weapon to protect me. I'm not necessarily in danger. Even if I die here, it's better than living in vain and suffering in vain."

"Alas." Feng Chen's words had barely left his lips, and Lei Gong sighed again. Why wasn't this child more like his mother? Instead, he was just as stubborn as Brother Feng. Before Jiuyou appeared, he'd said he wanted to purify his demonic energy, but now he was insisting on cultivating his body. This... well... "Uncle Lei, my nephew has made up his mind. Please grant my wish." Seeing Lei Gong's hesitation, Feng Chen spoke again, his tone firm.

Lei Gong considered it for a long time, and finally, with a firm look in his eyes, he said decisively, "Well, let's take this gamble. But let's make a promise beforehand: if it really comes to a life-or-death situation, I will still forcefully stop you. Then you must obey my orders and not act recklessly."

"Nephew, I understand." Feng Chen, receiving the Thunder Power's approval, a hint of anticipation etched into his stubborn gaze. His slightly frail frame trembled slightly in the demonic flames, seemingly growing taller. The barrier formed by the Snowy Night Flying Eagle Spear seemed to sense Feng Chen's resolute determination to move forward, and it uttered a joyous golden cry. The path beneath the Thunder Pool was winding and full of twists and turns. After several setbacks, the sun was setting, and night was about to fall.

On the sparse altar, Fengchen was dressed in black, wrapped in devil flames, his eyes full of determination, and he swore, "Uncle Lei, my nephew has been practicing hard for sixteen years, and there has not been a single day that he hasn't thought about breaking through this barrier. Now I finally have some ideas. You see, even this magic weapon can't wait." "No hurry, since you have decided to take this risky road, Uncle Lei will give you a foolproof plan." Lei Gong said as he raised his hand and his true energy surged, and an extremely powerful force was injected into the altar.

Following this, the eight-headed beast statues of the Eight Desolations on the altar each shone with divine light in their eyes. Sixteen thunderous beams of light instantly converged, gathering at the high platform beneath Fengchen's feet. Then, they curved and rose straight up, instantly connecting the layers of thunder enveloping the altar, forming a pale purple barrier of divine thunder that resembled both a cage and a protective shield. Simultaneously, Lei Teng, the Immortal Master of the Thunderbolt Hall, who was responsible for guarding the Immortal Absolute Array outside the Thunder Pool, seemed to sense something as well. He waved his flag, activated his command, and issued a call for solidarity: "The Hall Master has given an order."

The Immortal Absolute Array is like a soldier on standby. Each of the eight heroes of the Eight Desolations has to call out the name of the Twelve Immortals of Lei Ze. This is the foundation of the Thunderbolt Hall and also the important task of protecting the descendants of the Feng family.

Then, Lei Teng's voice sounded again. He said seriously, "Now Jiuyou has become a disaster under the Thunder Pool. It is hidden in the evil energy and is full of resentment. It wants to snatch the body of the Feng family's descendants. We in the Thunderbolt Hall must eliminate it. Moreover, I am worried that the evil leader of the Han Clan may have already rushed to Leiming. Therefore, I order Lei Gang and Lei Ao to lead two hundred disciples each to leave the formation and go to the outside of the Thunder Pool to guard Zhongxuan and ensure that no outside enemies can break in. The rest of you, come with me and build the Jiuyao Xianjue to help the hall master encircle and suppress Jiuyou and protect the younger generation of the Feng family."

"Yes, sir!" Lei Gang and Lei Ao responded in unison. Then, under the command of Lei Teng, more than forty elite disciples were sent to each of the nine checkpoints of the Xian Jue Formation to guard and ensure the safety outside the Thunder Pool.

Looking back at Xian Jue, the positions originally guarded by Lei Gang and Lei Ao are now taken over by two other immortals from Lei Ze, namely Lei Yuan and Lei Hao. They are both masters with profound cultivation, so guarding the Eight Desolations is naturally a piece of cake for them.

As the two arrived, Lei Teng waved the Immortal Absolute Palm flag, and hundreds of people across the Eight Desolations shouted in unison. "I am the supreme ruler of the Immortal Absolute Dao. The Nine Radiances of the Eight Desolations emanate the true thunder. Thunder roars with the power of the dust-destroying, a ray of celestial light awaits me." The voice echoed in his ears, and with the rumble of thunder, hundreds of points of pale blue light shone across the Immortal Absolute formation. Then, the Nine Immortal Art served as a trigger, drawing these charged points of light towards him.

Soon, the Nine Paths of Immortal Art gradually grew in strength. Lei Teng raised his left hand, waved the command flag with his right, and shouted the word "lead." Above the Nine Heavens, amidst the crimson and purple clouds, with a loud bang, nine rays of purple divine thunder descended, merging into the Nine Paths of Immortal Art.

"Congeal." Lei Teng issued the order again, and the nine purple sky divine thunders and the nine immortal spells merged into one, condensing into nine mysterious runes. Then Lei Teng's clothes bulged, and the power of true essence continued to surge out, connecting with the nine runes respectively.

At this time, Lei Yun and others who were guarding the Eight Wastelands each used the power of their formation to draw the three lights of heaven, earth and man to converge together. Twenty-four three-colored divine lights successively transformed into nine colorful black lotuses, which complemented the nine immortal spells.

The sound echoed, with melting as evidence. Nine blue-purple runes flashed on the formation, supported by nine three-colored black lotuses below. The Nine Yao Xian Jue that Lei Teng had spoken was thus completed.

The Jiuyao Immortal Art is another powerful weapon of the Thunderbolt Hall. In addition to the Lei Ze formation, it has the power of the Purple Sky Divine Thunder, which can destroy evil spirits. It also has the abilities of the three gods of heaven, earth and man, and can distinguish the yin and yang and the five elements. It can be said that within the sky and between Taixuan, any enemy who has not deviated from this path is a person who can be killed.

Of course, there is nothing absolute in the world, and there are people with extraordinary power, such as the emperors of the righteous path, the old master of the imperial garden, several powerful people of the evil path, and those free and easy masters. They are not afraid of this kind of magic because of their profound cultivation.

But although these people are powerful, they are not what the Thunderbolt Hall wants to deal with now. The current Jiuyao Xianjue is only aimed at Jiuyou, which is naturally more than enough for him, a guy with only a residual vitality and a broken life.

Without further ado, Lei Teng, upon seeing this, his mind aroused. He called out the word "fall" once more, and with a flourish of his Immortal Absolute Palm command flag, the Nine Radiant Immortal Artifacts fell one after another into the Thunder Pool, heading straight for the altar.

"Here it comes." When it got closer, the Lei Gong in the altar sensed it, and nine of the twelve Tianchen seals in his hand fell. Finally, he made the Shen character with one hand, and then used his divine consciousness to guide the nine immortal seals to distribute in the positions of Liuhe, merging with the Bahuang Prison he had cast before.

With a crackling sound, the deafening roar of thunder revealed the altar's impenetrable barrier. This move, the Thunder Power's purpose, was to trap Jiuyou firmly within. Even if he could escape the demonic grudge, what would become of it? Unable to leave the altar, unable to cross the forbidden zone, he would have to face the Thunder Power obediently. This meant that the Thunder Power had absolute power over Jiuyou.

"Uncle Lei, isn't this a bit too big?"