Fengyunlu

Listen to the thunder, rumbling like the entire universe is vibrating! It's like a thrilling symphony, even the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Pool swaying. The power of thunder within is incalculable, as if making way for that supremely powerful force! Eight thunders trembled, echoing from all directions. The eight statues on the altar seemed to be directing the flow. The lightning bolts, originally focused on the demonic energy, now turned to greet the divine thunder. It was like the most spectacular performance between heaven and earth. Guided by the statues, the power of thunder seemed to have found its home.

Each pair of lightning bolts merged into one, passing through the lavender curtain of light outside the altar, drawing the divine thunder in. Like a mysterious ritual, the power of thunder, guided by the curtain, seemed to be reborn. Suddenly, with a roar of thunder, eight rays of purple divine lightning followed the lightning and instantly merged into their corresponding statues. Like a magical refining process, the power of thunder, guided by the statues, seemed to have found a new home. Infused with this power, the statues came to life, leaping onto the lightning flames. Eight exotic beasts came to life, a miraculous creation. Guided by the statues, the power of thunder seemed to be reborn.

"Hey! Finally... we're here..." Fengchen, bearing the pressure, turned his head slightly to see eight strange beasts bathed in thunder and flames, ablaze with radiant light. It was a magnificent spectacle. The power of thunder, guided by the statue, seemed to be reborn. As if they sensed they were being watched, the eight beasts roared to the heavens, swallowing the magical instruments in their mouths. A shocking aura of majesty followed, like a magical spectacle. The power of thunder, guided by the statue, seemed to be reborn.

"Ugh~" The whistling sound passed through the altar, and Fengchen's heart trembled, and the magic flame also shook. The divine consciousness of the soul body was suppressed and could not be released even three feet in front of the body. It was like a shocking symphony. The power of thunder seemed to be reborn under the guidance of the statue.

"This... can it be so miraculous?" Feng Chen was stunned for a moment, a little confused. But just as he was about to think, he suddenly realized that his spiritual power had become more condensed and heavier. It was like a magical creation. Under the guidance of the statue, the power of thunder seemed to have been reborn. It turned out that these eight beasts, armed with the power of purple heavenly thunder, did not directly refine their bodies, but were controlled by the great immortal formation. Like a mysterious ritual, the power of thunder, guided by the statue, seemed to have found a new home.

The goal was to first condense Fengchen's spiritual power, giving him more resistance when Jiuyou escaped. Although time was short and the methods were limited, it was better than nothing. It was like a magical creation. Under the guidance of the statue, the power of thunder seemed to have gained new life. Perhaps it was this extra weight and solidity that would allow Fengchen to hold on for a moment longer, allowing the thunder power to use this moment to force Jiuyou back or kill him, saving Fengchen's life. It was like a magical sight. Under the guidance of the statue, the power of thunder seemed to have gained new life.

"It seems this is the work of Second Uncle Lei, but given the current urgency, I'll probably leave it at that." After a while, Fengchen felt the pressure that had been forcing his divine consciousness back slowly dissipate, and he felt a sense of gratitude. It was like a miraculous creation. Under the guidance of the statue, the power of thunder seemed to have found a new home. He understood everything, and knew that life and death were at stake, and he must be fully prepared. Remembering Lei Gong's words and the techniques he had taught him, he decided to use his primordial spirit to forcibly activate the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, trying to draw the divine thunder into his body as a shield. Like a magical ritual, the power of thunder, guided by the statue, seemed to have found a new home.

Therefore, before the divine thunder moved, he began to think about what else was missing: "Apart from the protection of my father's magic weapon, I must stay awake no matter what. If it really doesn't work, I can use half of my essence and blood to make a sacrifice. Maybe Xiaoyu's bloodline power can have some magical effect." Like a magical creation, the power of thunder seemed to have found new life under the guidance of the statue.

"As long as we can delay it for a moment, Uncle Lei will be able to force Jiuyou out. Then... eh? Let's begin..." Feng Chen was thinking about supplementing the plan when suddenly a strange noise came from the surroundings. He immediately knew that this was a sign that the divine thunder was about to move. It was like a magical scene. The power of thunder seemed to have found new life under the guidance of the statue.

As expected, the strange beasts on the eight stone pillars, stepping on the fire of thunder and flame, radiant with rays of light, are now staring at the platform, roaring with their magical powers, like a shocking symphony. Under the guidance of the statues, the power of thunder seems to have found a new home.

With a resounding bang, the eight beasts retreated from the thunder flames, returning to their original positions. They once again grasped the magical instrument in their mouths, their bodies trembling as they began to release the purple divine thunder within their bodies. Like a magical ritual, the power of thunder, guided by the statue, seemed to have found a new home. Purple lightning surged, and the eight divine thunders followed the direction of the magical instrument, pouring slowly and rapidly into the thunder flames. It was like a magical spectacle, as the power of thunder, guided by the statue, seemed to have found new life.

The immortal seedlings flickered, the flames growing brighter. The eight flames of thunder suddenly grew larger, reaching several feet high. The originally crimson flames turned purple, like a magical creation. Under the guidance of the statue, the power of thunder seemed to find new life.

As the Purple Heavenly Divine Thunder continued to pour in, the flames grew brighter, the violet aura deepened, yet the eight-headed beasts grew increasingly lifeless. It was like a miraculous spectacle, the force of thunder, guided by the statue, seemingly finding a new home. After a moment, the eight-headed beasts transformed back into statues, the Purple Heavenly Divine Thunder within them extinguished. Like a magical ritual, the force of thunder, guided by the statue, seemed to have found a new home. Fireworks soared to the sky, reaching ninety-nine feet high. Lightning arcs flashed, and a roar filled the air. Endless celestial might loomed over the altar. It was like a miraculous spectacle, the force of thunder, guided by the statue, seemed to have found new life.

Fengchen could clearly feel the already powerful pressure on the altar, which became increasingly fierce as the flames flickered. Every time the flames jumped, the pressure intensified.

After the fire flickered three or four times, Fengchen began to have difficulty breathing, his blood circulation was blocked, and his bones were creaking. If most of the pressure had not been blocked by the devilish flames, he would have been crushed to pieces in the instant the fire flickered.

Fortunately, after nine flashes of thunder and flame, the pressure suddenly disappeared, and even the divine power when the divine thunder was brewing in the beginning disappeared. This allowed Feng Chen, who had reached his limit, to finally breathe a sigh of relief and slightly relieve his tense breathing.

However, before Fengchen could fully stand up, the eight strange beasts moved together, making a buzzing sound, and sixteen thunderous lights shot towards the platform again and gathered on it.

The high platform suddenly lit up red under the illumination of lightning. Red silk threads and lines extended in all directions in the blink of an eye, connecting to the eight thunder and fire pillars.

As they were connected to each other, a purple-red light curtain suddenly rose from the entire altar, soaring into the sky, then turned down at the dome cloud flag outside the thunder pool, and fell straight to the platform.

At the same time, Fengchen heard Lei Gong's reminder in his heart: "Little Fengzi, don't forget. When the demonic resentment is completely dissolved, immediately crush the jade in your hand and let the Dao Yin within melt into your body. Only then can your second uncle guide the vitality of the formation and the divine thunder into your bloodline. Remember! Remember!!"

As soon as Lei Gong finished speaking, the returning traction light landed on the platform. Following this, the entire altar shook again, and the lines on it suddenly lit up, forming an extremely mysterious traction array.

Once the magic circle was formed, an extremely strong suction force burst out continuously from the high platform under Fengchen's feet, connecting to the altar, extending to all directions, and then to the eight desolate pillars.

Feng Chen had already stood up at this time. He did not bother to think about Lei Gong's reminder, nor did he bother to check the minor injuries he had suffered when he was squeezed just now. He was only thinking about observing the eight thunder flames.

The surrounding flames of thunder and fire were rapidly dissipating and shrinking. In less than three breaths, the flames that were more than nine feet high had shrunk into their original small flames, and the purple divine thunder contained in them had disappeared.

But Feng Chen knew in his heart that the eight divine thunders had now merged into one and could erupt at any time. Moreover, he could also feel that there seemed to be an ancient ferocious beast stirring under his feet.

As if confirming his thoughts, a howling roar echoed from the altar. A thunder dragon, transformed from the purple heavenly thunder, rose from the high platform beneath Fengchen's feet, piercing through his body. The towering dragon, over a hundred feet away, soared into the sky as it swirled along the pulling light.

Feng Chen couldn't help but scream in agony as the thunder dragon pierced his chest and body. In that instant, it felt as if his entire being was being torn apart. The pain from the depths of his soul made him almost forget where he was and where he was going. "Uh~ No, I must not faint." Feng Chen warned himself to maintain his clarity and not sink into despair, and he squeezed the jade talisman tightly in his hand.

A dragon's roar shook the heavens once again. The massive thunder dragon, carrying mighty power, descended from the sky, heading straight for Fengchen. This time, it didn't charge directly into him. Instead, it stopped at the altar, hovering and tethering, examining Fengchen. After a brief pause, its eyes gleamed with a brilliant light, its whiskers swaying, and it unleashed a blast of dragon fire at Fengchen. The fire, scorching with demonic flames, also burned fiercely within him, its vast and boundless power and unbridled violence lingering for a long time.

Fengchen was in so much pain he couldn't even scream, and he couldn't even feel himself. An unknown amount of time passed, but the lightning flames continued to burn, but they were growing weaker. The massive thunder dragon, once towering over a hundred feet, had lost its former might, now only a few feet in size, still raging in the sky. Fengchen was also somewhat dazed, his body scorched black, and he couldn't tell whether it was pain or suffering, injury or seriousness, or perhaps it was hiding a hidden life force, a mysterious secret.

He only knew that the grayish demonic flames had gradually become transparent, and even the source of the demonic grudge within them had faded to the point of being difficult to discern. In a trance, something seemed to shatter, making a soft, crisp sound, almost inaudible. Fengchen's heart trembled, and he suddenly shuddered. He knew this was a sign that the demonic grudge was about to dissipate, and Jiuyou would soon be free.

Responding, Fengchen hurriedly mobilized all his energies, attempting to prepare for the impending change. At that moment, a frantic laugh erupted from his heart, resounding throughout the Thunder Pool. "Hahaha..." As the laughter continued, wisps of thick black mist suddenly emerged from the nearly transparent demonic flames surrounding Fengchen. Suddenly, a cold murderous intent swept out, engulfing the entire altar.

Just as Fengchen was consumed by the agony, bursts of hearty laughter suddenly rang out. He looked around and discovered that everything around him had been turned upside down. Needless to say, it must have been the Nine Nether Emperor, using the power of the Purple Sky Thunder Dragon, who had broken the fading Origin Demonic Grudge and finally freed himself.

But he was still a little confused. Jiuyou had spoken so confidently before, but now that he was free, why was he not in a hurry to act? He was still wandering around in this demonic aura. Wasn't he just asking for trouble?

Did the Nine Nether Emperor think he had some secret weapon, unafraid of Uncle Lei's coming? Or was it that the source of the demonic energy hadn't yet been revealed, and he wasn't yet capable of breaking his father's precious weapon? Or, could this be a massive trap set by Jiuyou and Xu Yi, and the trap was only just beginning to tighten? Fengchen shuddered at the thought. Regardless, Uncle Lei was approaching, and he was ready. As long as he could withstand the Nine Nether Emperor's attack...

At this moment, a rapid noise interrupted his thoughts. Fengchen looked up and saw that the thick black fog was already approaching, just eight feet away. Within the black fog, an ancient and mysterious power was slowly gathering. In this blurry image, a young man appeared. Looking closely, he looked exactly like Fengchen.

"You?" "Hmph, old fellow... you don't dare reveal your true face?" Facing the Nine Netherworld Emperor's appearance, Fengchen endured the pain and taunted angrily, his words filled with resentment and a hint of inexplicable awkwardness. "Little fellow, demons don't have a fixed form, so how can you have a true face?" The Nine Netherworld Emperor retorted calmly, a hint of a smile in his tone, as if to say that there are no demons in the world, yet demons are everywhere.

His point was that there was no such thing as evil in the world; evil thoughts existed only in the human heart. As people often say, the human heart is unpredictable, and the world is filled with all sorts of dregs. Most of the people and events in this world are driven by profit, and the exchange of interests inevitably breeds evil thoughts and the impulse of evil.

Therefore, this complex world presents the bustling crowds of people and the so-called distinction between good and evil. The words of the Nine Netherworld Emperor sounded quite reasonable, but Fengchen, influenced by his father since childhood, dismissed them. No matter how complicated the world is, no matter how unpredictable people's hearts are, as long as one can have a clear conscience, then this life will not be in vain. What's more, the enemy in front of him is the mortal enemy who caused the destruction of his entire Feng family. Fengchen didn't have the energy to argue with him about these things: "It doesn't matter... image or not... it has nothing to do with me. Killing you is the most important thing."