But obviously, the power of thunder that these powders can accommodate cannot be without limits.

Because of the connection between the mind and the spirit, Qin Yan clearly felt that the power of the thunder that the purple pill powder could absorb was almost reaching its limit.

If this continues, once you cannot continue to absorb the power of heavenly thunder, you are just a foundation-building monk. At that time, you may have to wait for death with your eyes closed.

Qin Yan couldn't help but smile a little bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

It was obvious that the turn of the circle was already turning, and I saw a glimmer of hope.

Is it just a silly joy in the end?

Still unable to escape the ending of the fall?

He was unwilling to accept it.

But I really don't know what to do now.

I couldn't help but feel a little confused.

However, at this moment, there was no sign. The moment before, it was like a river breaking a dam, and the surging power of heavenly thunder suddenly stopped.

Qin Yan was stunned.

Could it be that the power of thunder stored in the silkworm cocoon has finally been consumed?

This thought has been circling in my mind.

But he wasn't sure.

Everything came too suddenly.
Chapter completed!