Use thunder as fuel to enhance the power of the Chaos Bell Prototype to swallow the aether.

This was originally Wang Jian's plan, but he finally gave up.

Although in this way, it is easy to survive the thunderstorm. Because no matter how powerful the Thunder Tribulation is, it can't break the prototype of the Chaos Bell.

Although this is only a low-grade innate spirit treasure, the body is an innate treasure.

It's just an immortal thunder tribulation, and it's not the transformation of those innate gods and demons. Those innate gods and demons are Da Luo Jin Immortals as soon as they transform into shapes, and of course they are extremely afraid of the Transformation Thunder Tribulation.

When an ordinary low-grade innate spirit treasure encounters it, it may not be able to resist it.

But the prototype of the Chaos Bell is different, and Wang Jian is full of confidence.

But he wasn't going to do that, because it would be too wasteful.

When the prototype of the Chaos Bell is cultivated, it can indeed become an innate treasure.

But it takes a lot to cultivate, and it can be cultivated at any time.

The strength is himself, such a rare training, although the result will be miserable, but Wang Jian will not give up.

People are a piece of raw material, and only after several rounds of training can they grow and become talents.

Wang Jian is very mediocre, but he has been grinding in one world after another, although he is still so lazy, but his pursuit of power has become more and more determined.

This can be seen from the fact that he was able to leave behind the will of the Dharma to sharpen his own mind.

Now that the Thunder Tribulation is the most important moment for mortals to transform into immortals, even the system has deliberately spent half a year preparing for it, so you know how important this transformation is.

And the power of this thunder tribulation is far beyond that of others, but he has relied on his own background to resist until now.

The damage was severe, but the harvest was enormous.

Of course, he devoured the thunder in the sea of knowledge, and tempered it as a yang god with the devouring of the primordial god, and only now did he use the excess thunder to bombard the prototype of the Chaos Bell to refine the ether.

This is also the method used by the protagonist in some fantasy and Xianxia before I got the system.

That's also the source of inspiration, and it's really good.

The ether, which would have taken years to digest, was actually absorbed by one-tenth in a short period of time, saving three or four years.

The time saved, and the gradual transformation of the prototype of the Chaos Bell into a powerful form, are the greatest benefits.

And at this moment, seeing the clouds gathering in the sky, and the black clouds crushing the city's spirit, even the surrounding air seemed to stagnate, and the space was locked.

Wang Jian has nowhere to escape, and the only way is to resist.

He didn't think of using the prototype of the Chaos Bell to protect himself, this last thunderstorm was the most important tempering, followed by the leap and sublimation of life.

Cheng Xian is in sight, no matter how lazy he is, no matter how casually he retreats, he will not allow himself to retreat at such an important juncture.

Thinking of this, he grinned, and his figure suddenly stood up.

Behind him, the Dharma Appearance sitting on the throne became more and more condensed and tall.

Beyond the throne, frost drifted, winds raged, and white clouds lay like earth.

His figure seemed to be floated up by these three forces, coming out of the deep pit and floating in the air, like a god king coming to the world, roaring in all directions with boundless momentum.

The people who had already retreated a few kilometers away felt that it was still not safe enough, so they retreated one after another.

Some have even stood on the roof of a building on the edge of the city, monitored with binoculars and drones.

The law phase behind Wang Jian seemed to be undergoing a transformation when the three attribute powers appeared.

The fist intent is in the air and the gun intent is cut, making the law more sharp and heavy.

The white clouds are drifting, but they have more meanings.

The frost is like a knife and a gun, and when it falls, it not only has a vague meaning, but also pierces everything like a gun.

The wind howls like a gun, but the next moment it turns thick and soft. It's hard to guess, but it has the sound of a dragon moaning, and it's mixed with cow moo.

At the same time, on the throne, there seems to be a green dragon and a frog circling, looming, but it is clearly visible, which makes people remember it vividly.

The martial arts law is itself the essence of the martial artist's cultivation.

This is the manifestation of the essence of martial arts, and the external manifestation of one's own strength and will to rise to the peak.

The law phase has no power, and in fact it does not have much assistance, but it is his own perception of martial arts, heaven and earth.

If the cultivation has reached an extremely high level, it will also be directly thrown into the small thousand worlds, the middle thousand worlds, and even the great thousand worlds, just like the Dharma Phase. has unrivaled power, but in fact, the body already has extraordinary power.

Wang Jian couldn't do that, but the manifestation of the essence of martial arts also meant that his strength had been raised to the peak.

may not be his most complete state, but it is also the pinnacle of strength at the moment.

Rumble!

When the law phase was condensed, the dark clouds above his head instantly rioted, and a thunderbolt roared out.

The strange thing is that the thunder is very different from the ordinary thunder.

Although it is still dazzling, shining on this piece of heaven and earth, the flickering purple light in it is terrifying.

Even the ancient one who was watching the battle, when he saw the purple light, he felt depressed, and there was an unspeakable sense of crisis enveloping him. It seems that as long as you touch it, you will definitely be bombarded into slag.

She is like this, Sheng Yayu and the others are not much better, and even their faces have turned pale.

Bruce Banner patted his head, a little surprised. He seemed to hear the roar of the Hulk, but he couldn't help but feel that there was a look of horror in this roar.

On the contrary, other people, because their strength is too far behind, or most of them are created by technology, but they are not as sensitive as them.

Only Thor, the god of thunder and lightning, has the most unpredictable face, and with his undisguised coarse nerves, it is difficult to judge his thoughts. It's not that there is a city government, but there are too many changes to judge.

"Haha, good time!"

Wang Jian, who was standing in mid-air, saw the eighty-first tribulation thunder, and his scorched face was not only not frightened, but laughed.

The wild momentum completely exploded, and everything around him came to a standstill.

Behind him, the figure sitting upright on the throne, his hands quickly pinching his fingers.

"Fight!"

Finally, the finger was fixed, and the figure on the throne seemed to shout at the sky.

The word "fight" appeared for no reason, like the strongest blessing, condensed in Wang Jian's body.

And Wang Jian also rose to the sky, and the power of the whole body, true qi, qi and blood gathered on it, and rushed into the sky with one punch.

It is what he has learned all his life, and the fist of his own emperor fist is all over the world!

The four-point fist intent that has just broken through seems to have been fueled by itself, and it is constantly sublimated.

Combined with the fighting word trick, the fist print is in the sky, and the space is cracked layer by layer like glass.

With his strongest strength, he bombarded the thunder.

Time seemed to stand still, space seemed to stand still, and a man and a thunderbolt paused in mid-air as if suspended.

But in the next moment, the thunder covered Wang Jian's body, and the thunder on it was also blasted apart by the fist print.

The force of the rage covered all directions, and the magnetic storm was dozens of kilometers in radius.

The dark clouds above his head were all rushed through a large hole with a radius of several hundred meters with a fist intent, and the thunder was like a rootless ping, but it covered Wang Jian's body.

Thunder and lightning roared, and purple light flickered, making his figure stand out in the sky like a god.

But somehow, the onlookers always felt that they smelled the smell of meat.