Vol 3 Chapter 691: Who is the Thunder?

The half-step Emperor Wu, who was driven away by Xiao Chen, did not go far, and floated in a place thousands of miles away from the Thunder Valley, watching Xiao Chen with a sneer.
"This guy really doesn't know how to live and die. The Thunder Valley never allows, and the warriors above the Wuhuang stay."
"Let's wait and see how he was killed by the Thunder!"
"That is the immortal of thunder, the peak of the Emperor Wu can not be a bit, wait for him to die, we divide the treasures of his body."
Xiao Chen didn't open his eyes, but the gods that were sent out, but they heard the expressions of these people and the words they said.
There was a faint smile in my heart, and I ignored it. He was a descendant of Lei Di, and he had a moonshadow knife. Immortal gods, how can they attack him unreasonably, these people are afraid to be disappointed.
......
In the wilderness, on the lake where the blue sky is everywhere, a man with a long sword walks calmly above the water.
As the footsteps step down, a circle of ripples emanates above the water.
Above the sky, the white clouds flutter, the clear sky is thousands of miles, but above the white sky, there is a trace of darkness like ink, which looks very uncoordinated.
When you are near, you will find that the trace is a large black cloud. Under the heavy black cloud, it is a sullen island.
The young man with a long sword looked at the scene in front of him with a faint smile: "The general rudder of the Nether is not much different from the expected."
This person, after the five-nation hegemony, has not appeared for a long time, Chu Chaoyun, somehow, actually appeared here.
Behind him, there are still several powerful warriors standing, and the breath is unfathomable. Among them are the bishops of the Holy Religion, the master of the mysterious black cavalry of the Devil's Prairie, and the president of the Black Dragon Club.
One of the most important roles, standing behind the Chu Chaoyun, but showing extraordinary respect.
In a secret room on the island's palace, a man with a black and sullen body sat cross-legged. If you look carefully, you will find that the face of the black man is similar to that of Xiao Chen.
call out!
On the black man sitting cross-legged, a virtual shadow stood up, and the shadow was slowly solidified, and soon it was the same as a real person.
The black man pushed the door of the secret room and guarded the guard next to him. He was shocked and said: "Teacher, you are closed, and you are going to inform the adults."
"It’s nothing more than a big surprise!" The black man smiled and walked forward.
Soon after, the hurriedly rushed to teach with a group of disciples, saw this person, immediately squatted, said: "Teacher, how do you get out."
The black man waved his hand, the invisible power, and immediately entrusted the group, and said: "Come with me to see the guests."
Snoring!
The mysterious black man of the Nether, with a wave of palms, took a group of people to take off, and a few breaths of effort came to the front of Chu Chaoyun.
The mysterious black man looked at Chu Chaoyun and smiled faintly: "I am interested in the Tianwu dynasty that was destroyed by me thousands of years ago. Today, a group of descendants came to me to cooperate."
Chu Chaoyun’s light smile, said:
As long as the goals are the same, it doesn’t matter who you work with, but your strength makes me a little disappointed.

Ziz!
When the voice fell, Chu Chaoyun’s eyes suddenly ignited a golden flame, such as a golden lacquered skyfire, pouring out and instantly igniting the black man.
"The power is good, but the speed is too slow, and my little avatar can easily escape!"
The mysterious black man reappeared in front of Chu Chaoyun, grinning, palms like a knife, and straight into his chest.
clang!
On the nine days above, a golden light fell, and the light condensed into essence. The black man's palm was inserted in the chest of Chu Chaoyun, and the metal collided on it, and the shaking of the sky shook.
Rub and rub!
The essence of the light, such as the lens-like fragmentation, falls on the calm lake surface, bursting into a towering sky.
The radiance is exhausted, and the mysterious black man smiles faintly: "Yes, the martial arts, the comprehension is OK."
"You too, the sword of the Qing Emperor did not tell you that it was a waste."
Chu Chaoyun is in the opposite direction, without the slightest fear of this person, said: "God to talk, open the door to the devil."
Mysterious black man, unhurried way: "I am anxious, I have to wait for a person, without her, even if you go to the devil world, you can't learn the martial arts of the Mozu."
call!
At this time, in the distant horizon, a woman wearing a purple skirt and a headband was placed. The woman has a purple mark on her forehead, her eyes are smart, and she is stunned.
Just look at it, it will make people feel tidal, want to sink forever.
Chu Chaoyun was shocked and felt an invisible danger to the woman. "Who is she?"
"Cold moon, the abyss of the devil, one of the eighteen emperors." The black man said faintly.
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Sunrise and sunset, the roaring thunder on the Thunder Valley, never stops running.
"Every five days have passed, how this guy has not been killed by thunder, it is unreasonable!"
"It’s weird. For five days, we haven’t moved in one step, but that is the immortal god, as if we knew this kid, there is nothing wrong with it.

"My head is a little dizzy, and the energy is almost exhausted. After waiting for this, this kid has not been killed by the Thunder, we have to fall and fall into the sea."
"Wait a minute, this guy is a true genius of the dragon, the spirit of the body, a lot of treasures."
"Yeah, this opportunity is not easy to find, it is cheaper!"
Those who waited for Xiao Chen to be thundered by the half-step Wu Emperor, one by one will soon run out, but still with strong expectations, bitter and so on.
On the Thunder Valley, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, and his eyes were all purple.
In five days, Xiao Chen’s understanding of lightning was a new level.
There is no thunder in the world, and thunder is not like the wind, fire, water and other attributes, has always existed in the world. Only when the wind meets, will it produce thunder, and the thunder does not exist in isolation.
If there is no wind, if there is no cloud, there will be no thunder.
Like the immortal thunder on the Thunder Valley, if there is no dark cloud that has been moving with the wind for a long time, even if Lei Di is in the way, a Thunder will not be immortal.
Comprehend this point, in the morning of Xiao Chen's mind, sketching a fuzzy pattern on the will of the Thunder.
Although there is no formal entry yet, there is a general direction and it will not be as foggy as before.
"In a blink of an eye, it has officially passed in half a year. Today, I have to go to Fenglong City to gather." Xiao Chen said, muttering.
The eyes glanced at the front, and those half-step martial artists who were still waiting for him to be thundered could not help but laugh.
call out!
The tip of the toe is lighter, the shadow of Qinglong appears, and between the ups and downs, Xiao Chen silently comes to the rear of these people, laughing: "What are you waiting for?"
"What can I wait for, wait for the kid to be thundered!" said an old man with a listless arbitrarily.
A few people turned and saw Xiao Chen behind him, his face was white, and he was shocked and stunned.
"Oh, the ability is not big, my heart is quite vicious, then I will let you taste the taste of being thunder."
Xiao Chen reached out and pointed at the sky. The sky was moving, the clouds collided, and a cloud fell into the sky. The person who spoke directly blew it down into the water.
"If the cloud moves, you can have thunder, but the cloud can't be without the wind, so there must be wind!"
In the heart of the dark road, Xiao Chen will be able to show his feelings in the Thunder Valley recently, and suddenly time Lei Guang masterpiece, a group of waiting for Xiao Chen was thundered half-step Wu Emperor.
They were hit by lightning, and they mourned, and the whole body fell black in the water.
"Go, go to Fenglongcheng."
Seeing that the old man was all caught in the thunder, Xiao Chen was not embarrassed by this group of people, walking on the green dragon, and heading for Fenglong City.
Qianlong Qianlong!
Xiao Chen went to the farthest, and there was a blisters on the bottom of the sea. They were all black and autumn heads, just like refugees from the water.
Mutual, still do not understand, doubts and puzzled: "No, ah, how this kid was not thunder, but we were thundered."