The divine will condense the soul.

After spending three days and three nights to restore his energy to the peak, Wang Teng jumped up to the ground and stood up with a thrill of spirit.

Looking at the torn clothes on his body, his mind moved slightly, and he saw the sound of some rag strips on his body. The clothes on his body began to shrink quickly, and finally formed a pair of shorts to wear them, and there was no decoration on the rest.

Looking down at his full muscles, Wang Teng admired them narcissistically. Each muscle looked extremely explosive, but it was smooth and smooth, and the whole person showed a perfect golden ratio with a very beautiful feeling.

Such a body has the power to destroy stars and extinguish the sun.

The question of the word "trapping mountains and lifting tripods" is an insult to him.

After brewing for a long time, Wang Teng couldn't help but jumped up at the thunderous area ahead.

It hurts so much. The pain of his body and nerves being hit by thunder is only one level weaker than the previous curse.

Thinking of this, Wang Teng couldn't help but grin. Made himself was walking further and further on the road of self-abuse.

But there are few rare opportunities in the world that can increase his strength from external stimulation and oppression. Looking at the entire universe, there are probably not many.

After taking a long breath, Wang Teng plunged into the thunder world filled with endless violence.

Five minutes later, Wang Teng, who had almost become coke all over, stumbled out of the thunder pool again.

After half a day, the coke on his body surface quickly fell off, revealing the newly grown and tender skin.

Wang Teng gasped heavily, and looked at the brass hall three kilometers away in front of him with a steady look.

If you take a step, the thunder bombardment power will be increased by a higher level, and you will have to spend the year of the monkey and horse months here?

After estimating in his mind, Wang Teng had no choice but to find that he would have to stay here for at least three years and arrive at the main entrance of the Brass Hall.

He supported himself and recovered himself, and condensed his energy and spirit to the peak again. With the extreme strength, the energy and energy, the three great gods of divine will gather together, and more than a hundred acupoints on his body were constantly lit up with faint divine light.

The King of Body Shinto is still practicing diligently. If you want to improve your standing in a short period of time, then you can only develop horizontally, and the King of Body Shinto is an excellent way.

After adjusting his own state, this time, Wang Teng carried the golden cudgel and plunged into the sea of ​​thunder again.

Fifteen minutes later, Wang Teng walked out of the sea of ​​thunder with a cracked golden cudgel.

Then he spent three days adjusting his state to the peak, and then plunged into the sea of ​​thunder again.

After such a cycle, Wang Teng no longer remembers how many times he has been in. This high-frequency abused practice can be said to have made his consciousness somewhat blurred and pure.

At this moment, his distracting thoughts were gone, and all thoughts seemed to have completely disappeared, his mind was empty and clear, leaving only such mechanical form of practice.

This state is quite strange. Every time the thunder falling from the sky hits his Baihui.

The hard head instantly caused these thunders to disintegrate, and the more refined thunder in it directly penetrated into Wang Teng's sea of ​​consciousness and bombarded his soul.

His thoughts were wiped out by thunder, leaving only a little innocence.

Time passed by like flowing water. Time had passed without knowing how long it had passed. I only knew that when Wang Teng walked to the gate of the Brass Hall to stop, the divine light in his eyes was still a little unsightly.

And around him, billions of thunder seemed to be attracted by him, and all the thunders that bombarded his body. Half of the thunders that bombarded the Brass Hall were absorbed by Wang Teng like this.

With billions of thunder, the terrifying power formed by the interweaving turned into thunder dragons and raging. However, even so, he still couldn't do anything to Wang Teng.

Around him, there seemed to be only the sound of thunder roaring in the world, the thunder dragon roaring, and countless terrifying visions appeared.

A disaster that is comparable to the nine-level heavenly punishment!

Wang Teng walked peacefully and continued to temper and practice, under the abused practice, these thunders seemed to have no effect on him anymore.

who I am?

Where am I?

What exactly am I going to do?

Wang Teng raised his head in confusion and looked at the Brass Hall ahead. It was only after a day and night that he suddenly realized.

I... seem to be Wang Teng, who came here to get something, this is Penglai Fairy Mountain!

"I am... Wang Teng!!"

Wang Teng whispered in a low voice, but in the end it seemed as if the sound of heaven was shaking the world, the sound of divine flowed, and the huge Penglai Fairy Mountain trembled, and the darkest sky above was even shaking endlessly by the sound of almost yelling.

It seems that the entire Penglai Fairy Mountain is responding.

When these pheromones flowed in Wang Teng's mind, those fragmented memories bombarded by thunder suddenly appeared and appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, Wang Teng had a split headache, and he knelt on the ground in unbearable pain and covered his head. In the end, this pain from the depths of his soul made him hold his head, stand up suddenly, and then crashed hard into the gate of the Brass Hall in front.

Dong!!!

The sound of Hong Zhong Da Lu suddenly burst out, and the entire Penglai Fairy Mountains, the grass, trees, mountains and rocks were violently shaking. What was accompanied by Wang Teng roaring in a hideous and hysterical voice.

"kill!!!"

The unimaginable spiritual will of martial arts spread at this moment, and what it carries was like a neutron star that had been accumulated for billions of years. Finally, it reached the end of its lifespan. Under the collapse of gravity, the entire star body began to collapse and turned into a supernova explosion.

Under the indescribable outburst of the cold and murderous intent, the entire Penglai Fairy Mountain changed in color.

The shadow below was just a lingering shadow in the ruins and even dared not show any traces, and they all tried their best to shrink their volume.

The old sword-holding man standing in Baiyu Square below, when he felt this ostentatious and domineering spirit, which seemed to kill all the people, his motionless body finally moved.

The lowered head slowly raised, looked sideways at the top of Penglai Mountain, and looked at the world full of thunder, with still empty eyes and no emotion on his face.

The old man hiding in the void had a sinister look, with a strange look flashing in his eyes, and he looked at the top of Penglai Mountain with a steady look.

It took him a long time to murmur.

"Where did this damn human race come from?"

The moment the head hammer hit the Brass Hall, except for the sound of the loud bell, the whole world seemed to be silent, and even the thunder falling from the nine heavens disappeared.
Chapter completed!