I Have 100,000 Dead Warriors

"Donghua, you are not kidding, are you?"

Zhe Yan said in a dry voice.

For this group of people, thunder magic is the most lethal method, no doubt about it.

Their immortal bodies, after being tempered by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, were still badly struck by the purple-gold mysterious thunder. What magic could they use to resist it?

But he also knew that Donghua was not a man who would just talk big.

The fact that he mentioned this must have meant that he had thought of a proper solution.

Bai Qian hesitated for a moment and said, "Donghua, can you explain it more clearly?"

Donghua pondered and said, "It is true that our immortal bodies are already very strong, but there are many things in the world that are stronger than us, such as the Donghuang Bell. This thing has the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. When the war broke out on the Ruoshui River, Mo Yuan was helpless and could only sacrifice his soul and seal Qingcang and the Donghuang Bell together."

"You mean, we should create a divine weapon stronger than the Donghuang Bell to resist the purple-gold thunder. As long as the purple-gold thunder is ineffective, Su Jin will be like a tiger without claws, and we can completely destroy her."

After hearing this, Bai Qian also understood.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Yes, if the individual body cannot bear it, one can use defensive artifacts.

Donghua nodded: "That's right, but the power of the purple gold thunder is too terrifying. It was able to ignore the defense of the Donghuang Bell, penetrate Qingcang's body, and destroy his soul. If you want to resist this kind of thunder, you must create a magic weapon that is several times more powerful than the Donghuang Bell."

Everyone looked gloomy when they heard this.

The creation of the Donghuang Bell was a rare coincidence.

Back then, Mo Yuan forged this bell with the help of his Father God and countless natural treasures.

Mo Yuan had exhausted all his efforts to obtain this magical weapon. Now, to create a magical weapon that is several times more powerful than the Donghuang Bell is simply harder than ascending to heaven.

But no matter how difficult it is, they must build it, otherwise they will all die at Su Jin's hands.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Mo Yuan.

Among them, Mo Yuan is the best at making magical instruments.

If there is anyone in the world who can create a magical weapon that can resist the purple-gold mysterious thunder, it must be Mo Yuan.

Seeing this, Mo Yuan smiled bitterly: "If I had a way to create a magical weapon that could resist purple gold thunder, I would have created it long ago. Why wait until today? Back then, I was able to create the Donghuang Bell because of the right time, right place, and right people. This kind of opportunity can only be encountered by chance. It is impossible to replicate it again and refine a magical weapon stronger than the Donghuang Bell."

Donghua said, "Back then, you relied on the power of Father God to refine the Donghuang Bell. After Father God returned to the Primal Chaos, all his power was inherited by Yehua. With his help, you may succeed."

Ye Hua followed up, "Brother, Su Jin is eyeing us like a tiger. If we defeat her too early, we will all die in her hands. It's a dead end anyway, so let's try our best."

Bai Qian said in a gentle voice: "Yes, Master, you can give it a try. I have collected many rare items for refining in Qingqiu. I will have someone send them to you later. You and Ye Hua can work together to create a treasure that can restrain the purple gold thunder."

Mo Yuan nodded and sighed helplessly: "Okay, I'll give it a try."

Afterwards, after some discussion, several people decided to build a shield that could protect against lightning.

The weapon-refining items that Qingqiu, the Celestial Clan, and the Taichen Palace had treasured for many years were all sent to Kunlun Xu where Mo Yuan was.