As night comes, dusk devours the sky bit by bit, and the sky looks increasingly dark and dull. Qianhua Mountain is even more gray and hazy and unreal.

The mist and rain are hazy, and the white mist gradually spreads. They don’t know where they come from or when they disappear. But at this moment, they are like dancers wandering on Qianhua Mountain, dancing the natural dance that no one appreciates with the falling rain. The scenery is beautiful but slightly weird.

The black clouds that had already dispersed seemed to be about to collapse the top of the mountain suddenly gathered again for some reason, covering the unknown small temple.

The mountain rain is drizzling, the mountain wind is quiet, and the empty shallow mountain is quiet and deep.

Let’s look at this thin little temple. It stands alone on the mountainside, without flashing flutter, nor is it eroded by the noise. The fine raindrops are connected to the curtains, and they are simple and unique. There are broken statues of gods, dilapidated oaths, and dust accumulated everywhere. Of course, some newly weaved spider webs are inevitable.

The thick sandalwood is full of fragrance, but it has not dissipated because no one worships it for a long time.

The white cocoon with rich spiritual energy was lying quietly in front of the table, and from time to time, dull sounds came from the cocoon.

Inside the cocoon, Chen Fan's face was rosy and his breath was long. He felt like thunder surging from his breath.

His pulse was like a drum, his qi and blood were violent, like countless rivers that were rushing, filling his limbs and veins.

"Bang bang"

"Boom boom"

The sound is continuous, sometimes slow, sometimes rapid, sometimes loud, sometimes loud like huge waves, sometimes low like the whisper of the night breeze.

The source of these strange sounds, Chen Fan's heart, seemed to be slowly fading away blood, gradually becoming transparent.

The big white cocoon was controlled by an invisible big hand, stripped out one by one, and then slowly poured into Chen Fan's body, wandering in his blood, shuttled between his bones, and finally circulating into his heart.

It's like some mysterious and solemn ancient ritual!

At this moment, a thick and bright lightning suddenly dropped from the black clouds above the small temple, for no reason or reason. At that moment, Qianhua Mountain was as bright as daytime.

Before, in Yingmeng Flower Valley, the ancient scripture that forced into Chen Fan's eyebrows suddenly trembled with the thunder. It was Pan Heng, shakingly next to the ancient sword Changge.

The four profound and simple words in the book "Nielei Catalogue" are written in messy words, but suddenly there seems to be a domineering aura rising into the sky.

Then there is the opening sentence of lightning surging.

"Thunder is born in the sky, falls on the earth, and fights for life! He is worthy of the sky, not afraid of the earth, even if he practices the path of death, he will live and live forever... This is the Nirvana of War."

Then, these small characters began to twist slowly, like the revived thunder and lightning elves gradually fell off the stone scriptures.

They jumped happily, and merged into a four-legged square tripod in the lightning. A terrifying aura burst out instantly, overflowing from Chen Fan's sea of ​​divineness and passing through his eyebrows. They went to guide and to bear the sudden thunder.

Somehow, the thunder actually penetrated the roof and fell directly on the white cocoon without damaging the eaves. Then it quietly disappeared into the white cocoon.

Chen Fan seemed to have no idea, and his whole body emitted a faint fluorescence, like a sleeping Thunder War Immortal.

If someone can see his situation at this time and see the Nirlei Catalogue run on its own, it is not difficult to guess that he has passively accepted the ancient tradition.

This ancient scripture has a spirit, but the choice of the master is like the sudden thunder, with no signs and equally unreasonable.

At this time, not far from the small temple, a sudden movement came, and the sound of mud and water splashing, slowly approaching.

Someone came from the bottom of the mountain and walked on the mountain road with a cloak and rain at night, which was strange.

"Sister, look, it's so beautiful and a big thunder." A somewhat tender voice sounded, with amazement, but it couldn't cover the weakness in his tone.

"Yeah" It seems that someone hummed softly, probably the one who is called her sister.

"There is another small temple. Sister, can we go there tonight to spend the night?"

"Sister, are you tired? Let me go, I can leave myself." He was still talking to himself alone.

No one responded to the boy, but his heavy steps did not stop at all, and gradually approached the small temple.

A moment later, a girl in black, about fifteen years old, slowly showed her figure on her back with an eleven or 2-year-old boy on her back. The boy was young, pale, dying but still alive.

The girl was wearing black clothes, with long hair tied up on her shoulders, and looked around with a cold expression. She looked delicate, especially her two slightly small and thin lips. Not only was she beautiful, but she was at least a little stunning.

But what she revealed in her eyes was a kind of indifference that was used to life and death and a cold and cold dead energy. The Buddha was a dead corpse walking in the world.

It gives people a very uncomfortable feeling!

She stared at Xiaomiao quietly without saying a word.

"Sister, come in quickly. They won't catch up so quickly. Brother Qin Guang shot seven piercings of the clouds, which probably scared those people's courage." The boy urged.

The girl held the boy's hands and exerted a little force. The boy was silent immediately, his dying body immediately tensed up and entered a state of fighting.

But then, she raised her steps and slowly walked into the small temple.

There was no one in the temple, but the girl who had been fighting life and death since she was a child keenly sensed some unknown danger. Her left hand shrank into her sleeve the moment she entered the door, holding a strange blood-red knife tightly.

It was natural that when she entered the door, she looked at the big white cocoon that was incompatible with the small temple. There was vitality in the cocoon, as if something was recovering with the thunder.

"What a rich spiritual energy!" the little boy murmured unconsciously with his mouth wide open.

In addition to the shock of the boy, another thick thunder landed, slashing straight on the cocoon. The cocoon suddenly surged with a frenzy of spiritual energy, which swallowed the sky thunder in the blink of an eye. The strange purple light slowly flowed out from the inside of the cocoon.

Like dancing silk threads, it carved mysterious patterns on the cocoon.

The girl in black couldn't see it clearly, but the boy on her back was directly immersed in those ancient and mysterious catalogs.

There were several thunders in succession. The cocoon was majestic. The inexplicable purple spirit surged wildly. The cocoon was even more vibrant, as if it could no longer bear the weight of thunder and was about to explode.

At this moment, a purple light flashed in the boy's eyes, and then the palm that was placed on the girl's shoulder was extended. Perhaps it was a certain number in the dark. When Chen Fan was overwhelmed and was about to explode, a boy came from the bottom of the mountain to relieve his crisis. This boy seemed to be more suitable for this ancient scripture called the Nirei Catalogue.

Then, the boy did not see any other moves, and the violent purple light that had nowhere to live seemed to have found a home in an instant, condensed into a rune of strange shape, and couldn't wait to penetrate the boy's palm.

The girl's pupils suddenly contracted, and she had no time to make any moves. At the same time, a domineering force that made her unmatched also came in an instant, and fell on her through the boy's body.

She tore her defense with great destruction. She looked pale and frightened. After spitting out a heavy mouthful of red blood, she knelt on the ground.

The boy had a solemn and dignified face. He did not fall down with the girl's fall, but was slowly pulled over the cocoon by some mysterious force.

It was like being bathed in divine light, shining.

The rune transformed from purple light suddenly dispersed into countless spots of light, scattered throughout the boy's body, and turned into thousands of swimming fishes with the boy's body.

The girl in black looked at the scene in shock and panic, unable to figure out the situation.

Suddenly, another thunder fell from the sky, and the black girl screamed in despair and bombarded the boy's head.

"Kunpeng!" the girl screamed, but nothing happened.

Outside the door, a sharp black arrow broke through the air, unstoppable. The arrow was black and silent. In the night, it was difficult to distinguish the direction of the person who shot this arrow.

The arrow was like eyes growing, stabbing hard at the white cocoon with spiritual energy. Just as the cocoon was about to be penetrated, the boy called Kunpeng above the cocoon suddenly opened his eyes.

The sky thunder thunder hit the top, and he was in abrupt and unharmed.

A purple lightning flashed out of his eyes instantly, slashing the black arrow to the ground.

"Qin Guang, save Kunpeng quickly." The girl shouted in a hurry.

"Little Kunpeng should be accepting the inheritance, so why not wait and see." The voice was deep and the words fell. As soon as the boy in black was wearing a strong black suit, he slowly walked in.

He looked cold and had a black hairband on his forehead.

Without waiting for the girl to speak, the white cocoon and spiritual energy flowed wildly, like a white storm, eroding the boy's body.

The crackling sound sounded, and the boy's body bent in an incredible way, and then slowly stretched. Then, some fishy black sticky substances overflowed from his body through his pores, and were then shattered by the irritable spiritual energy.

It seemed to have become such a regular cycle. After Kunpeng approached, the white cocoon seemed to turn into a spiritual vortex. While being absorbed by Chen Fan, there was also a large amount of spiritual power that had no time to enter the body. It was mixed with the spiritual energy that Chen Fan breathed out and rushed out of the cocoon, and then was refined by Kunpeng.

And the seemingly endless thunders were taken over by Kunpeng, and then turned into purple light and rushed into the cocoon, then drilled into Chen Fan's eyebrows and dissipated into the four-legged cauldron in his sea of ​​divineness.

The Dharma of Responsibility has always been the most unreachable thing. For example, at this moment, people who were originally unaware of each other and had never been masked came together inexplicably and complemented each other to complete the transformation of each other.
Chapter completed!