It seemed that Xu Zimo's concerns were visible.
I saw Thunder God Qiangliang wave his hand.
An arc of lightning began to condense in his palm.
The arc seemed to be alive.
It keeps beating between my fingers.
Thunder God Qiangliang said: "This is my original thunder.
If you meet my descendants, it will naturally remind you."
"What if I can't meet you?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Then there's no chance of them facing you, so you don't have to worry about it," Thunder God Qiangliang said, shaking his head.
"Okay, I promise you," Xu Zimo nodded.
In this case, he has no worries anymore.
As for whether he can protect the other party for ten thousand years, Xu Zimo doesn't need to worry about it.
He has his own plans.
"Okay, accept my inheritance," Thunder God Qiangliang said.
I saw a thunder seed floating out from between his eyebrows.
This thunder seed seems to be conscious.
Twisting in the void, it carries the power of resurrected thunder.
"Plant this thunder seed in your heart. When it sprouts and takes root, it will be the day of inheritance," said Thunder God Qiangliang.
Xu Zimo didn't resist either.
He watched the seed sink into his eyebrows.
At that moment, a numb feeling came, as if the whole body was wrapped by an arc of electricity.
Especially the center of the sea of ​​consciousness.
Thunder was dense, and the thunder that could not be seen from the outside world turned into a sea of ​​thunder, rioting in Xu Zimo's body.
This is enough to illustrate the power of Lei Hai.
The thunder sea is roaring.
The thunder breaks through the darkness of this world and connects the God of Thunder Qiangliang and Xu Zimo.
"I have a move called Thunder Seal Nine Heavens, which is the essence of my inheritance. You should keep an eye on it."
The strong voice of the God of Thunder came.
At this moment, Xu Zimo was occupied by Thunder Falls, both in his body and in his sight.
The sound of "cracking" kept popping.
Xu Zimo slowly opened his eyes, and a lightning flashed in his eyes.
In his sea of ​​consciousness.
The thunder has gathered into thunderclouds, roaring continuously.
These thunders are no ordinary thunders.
But it is Xuan Lei from Jiutian.
The thunder seal of the Nine Heavens is to draw the thunder of the Nine Heavens and destroy everything.
Although Xu Zimo opened his eyes, his mind was basically silent in the inheritance.
The law of thunder is in my heart.
I am still learning and understanding.
The thunder seeds in the body have taken root, and the thunder is like an introduction.
This thunder seed has taken root, sprouted, and is growing vigorously.
The inheritance of other ancient gods before is like the fallen leaves of this tree, fused with the thunder.
"You are very good for understanding it so quickly," said Thunder God Qiangliang.
He could feel the rioting thunder in Xu Zimo's body.
Basically, I have mastered the level of rules.
"It's still far behind the seniors," Xu Zimo said.
"You should be thinking of a way to leave now," Thunder God Qiangliang said.
"Can the end behind Senior be broken open?" Xu Zimo nodded and asked.
"With all my life's strength, I can't shake it even half a cent," Thunder God Qiangliang shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Otherwise, I wouldn't have to separate my soul and have to give up this body."
"If you want to go out, I can't help you."
"Then I'll walk around," Xu Zimo said.
He knew that there was no need to think about using powerful force to destroy.
Not even the God of Thunder can destroy it.
Is it possible that my own strength can surpass that of Thor?
Then we can only see if there is a way out.
He didn't believe this was a dead end.
When entering here, the Law of Forgetting once said that this is a inheritance, and those who pass the test can receive the inheritance.
Xu Zimo just walked around like this.
Of course, in addition to exploring the Forgotten Abyss, he also planned to summarize all his strengths.
At present, as his strength is getting stronger and stronger.
Many of the previous moves have been abandoned.
The only ones that can still be used today are the Ten Great Divine Techniques, the Ten Demonic Styles, and the inheritance of these ancient gods.
And the sword intent that splits the sky.
In fact, generally speaking, his current moves are not weak, and they are of various types, including basically all types.
But Xu Zimo also felt it.
As you get to the back, you get closer to the powerful Taoist.
He also found that although his moves were strong, they were not as powerful as they should be.
The Ten Demonic Styles were created by the previous generation of demon lords.
Logically speaking, given the strength of the previous generation of demon lords, this technique should be the best in the world.
Unfortunately, Xu Zimo always felt that it was just a little bit off.
Even the ten divine magics that are famous in the Nine Realms seem to be becoming more and more useless to people at high levels.
He was thinking deeply.
While walking around this abyss of forgetfulness.
The abyss was very vast, and Xu Zimo still remembered the time at first.
Seven days, one month, two months.
Later, his perception of time became weaker and weaker. After walking for an unknown amount of time, he didn't even complete a circle of the abyss.
If anyone else takes a closer look.
You will find that Xu Zimo's figure has become increasingly dim.
It seemed as if it was about to be swallowed up by the darkness of this forgotten abyss.
To be continued...