Shenwu Yutianlei

Lightning flashed in Shen Yun's eyes, and the ball of lightning in his palm suddenly trembled violently. He suddenly opened his five fingers, and the ball of lightning exploded.

&34;Crack!&34;

Nine purple-gold electric beams were like dragons emerging from their cocoons, instantly breaking free from their restraints. Each of these electric beams was as thick as a thumb, and the surface was covered with fine scaly lightning patterns. They made a tooth-grinding sound of electricity as they moved through the void. Sometimes they were entangled like hemp, and sometimes they stretched out like whips. Every swing brought up tiny electric sparks, burning the surrounding air with a burnt smell.

The most amazing thing was the spirituality of these lightnings. They seemed to have independent consciousness. When Shen Yun's fingertips shuttled through them, they could avoid each other on their own, but they collided accurately at the critical moment. Every time they collided, a bowl-sized thunder ball would burst out, accompanied by deafening thunder. The sound was not like the explosion of ordinary thunder, but was as deep and thick as an ancient war drum, shaking the grass and trees within a radius of ten feet, and even the small stones on the ground were jumping slightly.

&34;Congee!&34;

Shen Yun pointed his sword, and the nine lightning flashes suddenly tightened. Like soldiers hearing an order, they instantly formed a tight sword shape. The purple-gold lightning began to materialize. First, the lightning pattern on the hilt condensed into an ancient cloud-lightning pattern hand guard, then fine ancient inscriptions emerged on the sword spine, and finally a dazzling lightning condensed at the tip of the sword.

In a flash, a three-foot-long lightning sword was formed. The sword was crystal clear, as if it was carved from the purest crystal, but it contained violent energy that could destroy the world. Inside the sword, purple-gold lightning slurry flowed like a living thing, and every flow would cause tiny sparks on the surface. The most amazing thing was the wandering lightning patterns - if you look closely, you will find that each pattern is composed of miniature "Thunder God Art" runes, which are arranged and combined according to specific rules to form the "meridians" of this thunder sword.

The moonlight sprinkled on the sword, and was refracted into countless tiny electric flashes. These electric flashes formed a lightning field within three feet of the sword, and any evil spirit that approached would be purified instantly. At this moment, the pressure emitted by this sword was far beyond that of ordinary spiritual weapons, as if it was really a divine weapon left by the Nine Heavens Thunder God in the human world.

"Go!"

Shen Yun put his fingers together to form a sword and pointed forward. The lightning sword made a sound like a dragon's roar and broke through the air with a dazzling lightning flash...

Shen Yun shouted softly, and his fingertips played lightly like stroking the strings of a musical instrument. The movement seemed gentle, but it was in line with the exquisite method of "controlling thunder with fingers" in "Thunder God Technique". The moment his fingertips touched the lightning sword, a subtle spiritual power wave was transmitted along the lightning, as if it had injected soul into the lightning sword.

The lightning sword shot out in response, dragging a purple-gold tail flame about ten feet long. Fine lightning patterns surged in the flame, like a meteor splitting the night sky, piercing into the poisonous miasma with a sharp scream that tore through the air.

The sharp whistle was not the sound of ordinary wind, but the resonance of the lightning rubbing against the miasma at high speed, so sharp that it almost pierced the eardrums. The moment of contact, the entire poisonous miasma forest trembled violently, the ground under the feet was shaking slightly, and the gnarled tree trunks in the forest shook and collided with each other, making a dull "crackling" sound, as if a giant beast that had been sleeping underground for a thousand years suddenly woke up and was struggling from the depths of the rock layer.

The gray-green mist collided with the thunder, making a "sizzling" corrosion sound, as sharp as a hundred claws scraping pig iron at the same time, and like the hissing of countless poisonous insects burned by fire, which made people's temples throb. A large piece of white smoke gushed up from the contact point, like a sudden rising column of fog, with a strong fishy smell - the smell was mixed with the moldy rotten leaves, the pungent venom and the burnt after the lightning, rushing straight into the nose. Even though Shen Yun used his spiritual power to protect his body, he still felt a tightness in his throat.

This white smoke was the embers that rose up after the poison contained in the miasma was burned by lightning. It fell to the ground and melted tiny pits in the dark brown rotten leaves.

Wherever the lightsaber passed, a passage several feet wide was forcibly opened up. The miasma on both sides retreated like ice and snow encountering boiling oil, and the fog at the edge revealed countless distorted shadows under the reflection of the lightning, like purified ghosts struggling in pain.

At the bottom of the passage, the dark brown layer of rotten leaves was as thick as a felt carpet. When you stepped on it, you could hear a muffled "puff" sound. When the tree roots that were as twisted as ghost claws were exposed to the lightning, a sticky black liquid oozed from the surface, which turned into wisps of green smoke when it hit the ground.

Even more frightening was the dark purple poison ivy clinging to the tree trunk. The edges of the vine leaves were serrated silver and were originally coiled like a snake, but the moment the lightning swept through, it quickly curled up and withered like an ice cube thrown into a boiling pot. The vine body emitted a crisp "crackling" sound and turned into charred black powder in an instant, falling on both sides of the passage, accumulating into a thin layer, which was then evaporated into smoke by the remaining lightning power.

At the end of the passage, the true appearance of Jueling Valley finally appeared like a beautiful woman in a veil - the white spiritual mist rising in the valley was like the finest gauze, flowing slowly in the night wind, sometimes gathering into fluffy clouds, sometimes turning into slender ribbons, entwining the scattered peaks and ancient trees.

In the spiritual mist, a few exotic flowers are dotted like stars, with a faint golden glow on the edges of the petals, as if they were coated with a thin layer of gold by the moonlight. The rolling dewdrops on the petals reflect colorful halos, spreading circles of dreamy ripples in the mist.

If you look closely, you can find tiny spots of spiritual light lingering on the petals. They are obviously magical herbs that have absorbed rich spiritual energy for hundreds of years. Just by looking at them from a distance, you can feel the vitality contained in them.

Shen Yun was delighted and was about to catch up with the lightning sword, but his brows suddenly furrowed - the passage split by thunder was closing at a speed visible to the naked eye!

The gray-green miasma on both sides was like a living thing with extremely strong toughness. It had a sticky luster on its surface and was making a "gurgling" sound, struggling to squeeze towards the center.

The passage, which was originally about ten feet wide, narrowed by nearly half in the blink of an eye. The edges of the miasma on both sides of the passage were like two giant mouths that were constantly tightening, trying to completely swallow up this only remaining way out.

At the edge, the remaining lightning from the lightning lightsaber and the counterattacking miasma were wrestling fiercely, making a crisp "crackling" sound. Every collision emitted tiny particles of light and black mist, causing the entire passage to shake violently, and the layer of rotten leaves underfoot was trembling along with it, as if it would completely close in the next moment and trap all intruders in this poisonous miasma forest.

What was even more frightening was that the miasma that was driven back by the lightning did not dissipate, but condensed into thicker fog on both sides of the passage. Countless tiny black shadows could be vaguely seen wriggling in the fog, as if countless poisonous insects were lurking in it, waiting to swarm in the moment the passage was closed.

Shen Yun could even hear the low roar of the miasma when it was squeezed. The sound was mixed with the roars of countless evil creatures, which made people's scalp tingle.