Now the thunder light from the surrounding Thunder Tribulation Bamboo has very weak stimulating effect on itself.
Even after he survived the thunder tribulation, the nine-color thunder seed bred in his dantian could easily absorb all the lightning, but the effect was too small.
"It's just a good time to change my residence and let the lightning become the nourishment for the growth of my nine-color thunder species!"
Yang Xiaobao walked out of the door, slapped his hand, and the acquired power swept through, smoothing out the name he had carved on the door.
Then he walked slowly towards the depths of the Thunder Tribulation Bamboo Forest.
Perhaps because I have practiced the Tianyang Breathing Method and followed the path of physical cultivation, my physical body has a certain resistance to the lightning.
Or perhaps because of the innate foundation bred in the Dantian, the Nine-Colored Thunder Type is close to thunder, so it is immune to a lot of damage from lightning.
Nowadays, it will take longer for the thunder light falling from the Thunder Tribulation Bamboo to have sufficient effect.
"Everything here seems to be very..."
Yang Xiaobao walked into the depths of the Thunder Tribulation Bamboo Forest, and an adjective came to his mind, which was 'desolate'.
The Thunder Tribulation Bamboo here has grown to be seven or eight hundred years old, and its shape is like a big tree. The lightning it produces is no longer a wisp, but a surging thunder snake!
Most of the habitable stone houses here are empty.
Apparently there are very few disciples here because they cannot withstand the lightning from the Thunder Tribulation Bamboo.
"You should still be able to walk inside."
Yang Xiaobao felt the thunder snake falling on his body and the numbness of the lightning surge, secretly calculating the limit that his body could bear.
Going further into the depths, the age of Lei Jie Bamboo has exceeded a thousand years!
The thunder light has also undergone certain changes. The originally silvery white thunder light was suddenly dyed with other colors, as if it were colorful, but its power increased exponentially.
Even Yang Xiaobao's body felt a slight sting here. Although he could bear it, he couldn't hold it for long.
"That's it."
Yang Xiaobao did not force himself too much, turned his eyes, and locked onto an uninhabited stone house.
After carving his name on the stone door of the stone house, Yang Xiaobao walked in, tidied up a little, and then went out again.
Sitting in the Thunder Tribulation Bamboo Forest, running the Tianyang Breathing Method, directing the thunder light with every breath and breath, bathing in the thunder, constantly absorbing the power of thunder, nourishing the nine-color thunder seeds in his Dantian.
These thousands of years of Thunder Tribulation Bamboo seem to have undergone some changes.
Some Thunder Tribulation Bamboos are emerald green with a hint of yellowish brown, and some Thunder Tribulation Bamboos have a little bit of red on the poplars...
Most of them are different, and each has its own changes.
This also resulted in a slight difference in the power of thunder bred in the lightning.
But Yang Xiaobao did not reject anyone who came, and refined them all to nourish his own Nine-Colored Thunder Seed. He did not stop operating the Tianyang Breathing Method until he could no longer bear it and felt paralyzed, and returned to his residence.
After taking a short rest and waiting until his body was no longer paralyzed, Yang Xiaobao left the Thunder Tribulation Bamboo Forest and prepared to go to the Lingquan Gathering Area to start a day of practice.
For three consecutive days, Yang Xiaobao spent time practicing.
Finally, when he was practicing at the Lingquan gathering place, Lu Qing came over!
"Let's go."
Lu Qing was ready to set off and stood on the hill looking at Yang Xiaobao.
"Okay!" Yang Xiaobao, carrying two swords at his waist, stood up and followed him without saying any nonsense.
The two left under the doubtful and puzzled gazes of the disciples, and then the two came all the way to the gate of the secret realm, where the Forbidden Army is currently stationed and training.
Yang Xiaobao took a few glances at the Imperial Guards who were training. They were indeed elite.
No matter in terms of cultivation or enemy moves, there is nothing wrong with him.
Yang Xiaobao has also seen some armies, but they are not as good as the Forbidden Army. He even feels that even if they face the army cultivated by any force in the Tiannan Region, they will not be at a disadvantage!
When we arrived at the place where the gate of the secret realm appeared, there were already some people waiting here.
"Um?"
Yang Xiaobao felt strange, but he didn't say anything and followed Lu Qing silently.
"For the secret realm matter, the deacons of the southern secret realm have discussed it and will send many people. You and I are just one of them!"
Lu Qing said in a voice that could only be heard by the two of them.
Yang Xiaobao remained silent, indicating that he understood, but his eyes were looking at others.
Three deacons and three disciples.
They all wore bamboo hats to hide their identities.
The faintly revealed auras are not simple, especially since the three disciples are at least warriors at the fifth level of the Houtian realm!
Compared to Yang Xiaobao, he is much stronger. Even if he uses fighting techniques, he is no match for him.
"Now that everyone is here, let's set off!"
A deacon said, while taking out the incense from his arms and starting to light it, preparing to open the door to the secret realm.
"Take it with you. Try not to reveal your identity when you go out."
At this time, Lu Qing took out a bamboo hat and cloak from somewhere and handed them to Yang Xiaobao.
"I see."
Yang Xiaobao took the bamboo hat and cloak, and then put them all on.