As for the many gods and officials in heaven, as long as they are conferred by the list of gods, Li Xiang can take away their divinity and deprive them of their divine status.
Not to mention, he also has a bug-like artifact like the Divine Whip in his hand.
As the first immortal to be consecrated, even though he was the powerful leader of the Lei Department, in front of Li Xiang, he was just a dominated person who could take whatever he wanted.
Moreover, when Li Xiang was conferred as a god, he could also obtain the magical powers and cultivation methods of the immortal officials of the consecrated gods.
Compared with the Taigong thousands of years ago, he has more powerful control over many gods and immortal officials.
At this moment, seeing Li Xiang's pure control over the power of thunder, Zhao Wuji faced him just like the ancient scholars who saw Confucius and could no longer feel any arrogance.
He bowed and bowed very low. It seemed that only in this way could he show his sincerity and respect.
"I have decreed that you be the Lord of the Thunder Department, and I will naturally teach you the thunder method."
Li Xiang spoke slowly.
"The Qi of Yin and Yang combines with thunder, analyzes the five attributes, and turns into five thunders. In addition, there are thirty-six thunders. One is called Yushu, the second is called Yufu, the third is called Yuzhu, the fourth is called Shangqing Great Cave, and the fifth is called Shangqing Cave.
Said fire wheel..."
A thunderous name came out of Li Xiang's mouth.
Zhao Wuji has never heard of these names of thunder, let alone control them.
Therefore, the newly promoted leader of the Lei Department became more respectful to Li Xiang.
After Li Xiang finished talking about the thirty-six thunderbolts, he added: "Each thunderbolt has a unique set of cultivation methods. When you find a suitable candidate in the future, recommend him to me, and I can teach him personally."
Zhao Wuji was a little disappointed, but he still said respectfully: "Zhao Wuji knows."
Li Xiang saw through the other party's thoughts and comforted him, "Although I have made you the Lord of the Thunder Department, your talent and ability are not enough to master so many cultivation methods. If I teach them all to you, you will not be able to master them."
It affects the practice of the Five Thunder Methods."
"Remember, the five thunders are the foundation, and the other thirty-six thunders are all derivatives and side effects. Don't ignore the fundamentals."
"I will first teach you the basic cultivation method of Wu Lei."
Zhao Wuji did not expect that there would be such a relationship, and he felt guilty knowing that he had misunderstood Li Xiang's good intentions.
In today's era, the method of cultivation is the foundation for those who return to their ancestors. The higher the rank, the more precious the method of cultivation is.
Thirty-six immortals, they are looking for the blessed land of cave heaven and founding a sect. Countless geniuses are trying their best to worship under the sect. In addition to seeking the protection of the immortals, more importantly, they want to learn the cultivation method.
For example, in the Qingxu Palace that was massacred by Li Xiang, tens of thousands of people worshiped Yuanxuzi. Even if only a few dozen people accepted Yuanxuzi's true teachings, the remaining people would still have to stay in Qingxu Palace with money and resources.
Just for that slim chance.
In the vast nine states, with a population of hundreds of millions, there are only more than two hundred fourth-level atavists, no matter which one they are, they are giants.
Countless people, sharpening their heads, also want to be one of them.
But how difficult it is to move from level 3 to level 4!
He, Zhao Wuji, founded the Longyuan Pavilion, hatched and raised dragons. Every year, many big bosses tried their best to send the children of the clan to be their disciples.
However, they were all rejected by Zhao Wuji.
Not everyone is qualified to learn his skills of raising and controlling dragons.
But now, Li Xiang saved his life, rewarded him with divine status, granted him the title of god, and taught him the art of thunder for free.
Even my biological father would not be so selfless.
How could Zhao Wuji not be moved?
He stood obediently, like an obedient primary school student.
"The seventy-two levels of the thunder method, each of the five thunder methods are different. Now, I will teach you the cultivation methods from the first to the 24th level of the five thunder methods."
Li Xiang brushed his right hand, and the power of thunder turned into thousands of gold characters suspended in the air, flying into the center of Zhao Wuji's eyebrows one after another.
Zhao Wuji felt dizzy for a moment, but he still calmed down and looked at Li Xiang with all his attention.
"I will only demonstrate it once, please pay attention."
"This is thunder from heaven."
A white thunderbolt flew out of the godhead in Li Xiang's hand. It was only as thick as a chopstick at first. In an instant, it flew into the air and turned into a huge thunder dozens of meters in diameter. One end was attached to the godhead, and the other end was connected to the sky.
Above the end, branches branched out into smaller branches called Thunder, and the branches branched out into smaller branches like Thunder, which continued to grow and differentiate, and penetrated into the clouds.
Like a towering tree.
Immediately afterwards, thunder rolled from the sky, shaking all directions.
"Sky thunder contains the power of heaven, so among the five thunders, sky thunder is the most powerful..."
Zhao Wuji's eyes widened and he did not blink, fearing that he would miss a scene or a detail.
"This is a landmine."
Another ray of thunder was drawn out of the divine head.
"Landmines have the property of earth, so they appear yellowish brown."
Li Xiang flicked his finger, and the mine flew out and hovered above the ground.
This thunder lacked the coercive feeling of the sky thunder, but it was a little thicker.
The vast and vast land shook for a while, and tiny thunderbolts poked out from the ground, like trees growing, dense and lush, giving a sense of vitality.
Thunder covered the earth, and the 300,000 soldiers of the Xuanwu Army were all shocked and frightened when they were in it.
"This is a mine."
"This is Dragon Thunder."
"This is She Ling Lei."
Thunderbolts changed and evolved in Li Xiang's hands.
The heaven and earth here were also stirred up by wind and clouds.
It is different from Zhao Wuji’s concentration.
Qingqiu was already confused.
As a general of the Xuanwu Legion, he had never seen anything like this before, but at this moment, looking at those terrifying thunders, he was still extremely shocked.
Some of the returnees from Kyushu have mastered the power of thunder. For example, Wang Yao, the fourth-level immortal from Qianzhou Prefecture, has a hammer and a nail with complex runes engraved on the surface. He drives his spiritual energy to strike with the hammer, and the nails will spray.
It produces thunder and lightning, splits mountains and rocks, and is extremely powerful.
Wang Yao relied on this hammer and nail to gain such a reputation in Qianzhou Prefecture that he was nicknamed Little Thunder Lord.
But compared with the thunderbolts used by Li Xiang, Wang Yao's thunder felt like... a double kick hitting a Long March rocket.
"Li Xiang, who is this guy who returned to his ancestors for the fourth time?"
Qingqiu was horrified.
But suddenly I felt a familiar aura that was quickly fading away.
He suddenly turned around and saw Immortal Canglan falling from the clouds and hitting the ground head first.
Qingqiu flew away quickly, but halfway through the flight, he saw Immortal Canglan being wrapped in a ball of spiritual energy and stopped falling.
"Stand quiet, concentrate."
A voice sounded in Immortal Canglan's heart.
Immortal Canglan gathered his soul and stabilized the last trace of spiritual energy in the sea of consciousness.
A sword light pierced the sky and broke through the layers of thunder.
The sword light dispersed.
Dressed in white, he appeared beside Immortal Canglan, "Open your six senses, and I will repair the sea of consciousness for you."
The six consciousnesses are eye consciousness, ear consciousness, nose consciousness, tongue consciousness, body consciousness, and consciousness. They are all open to people, just like turning yourself into fish and putting it on the chopping board, and there are still others with knives to cut it.
But after hearing this, Immortal Canglan opened the six senses without any hesitation.
Five subtle sword lights penetrated into Immortal Canglan's eyes, ears, mouth, nose and navel.
The man dressed in white flew out the sixth sword energy from his fingertips and penetrated into Immortal Canglan's eyebrows.
The six sword intentions passed through the meridians and came to the sea of consciousness.
Like a lake, the sea of consciousness has been shattered and collapsed, leaving only a large spring, soaking in spiritual energy.
But this bit of spiritual energy disappeared into the cracks as soon as it came out.
A drop in the bucket.
The man in white frowned and injected the pure spiritual energy in his body into the end of the sword.
The six sword intentions are like six needles, constantly flying and repairing on the ruins of Canglan Immortal's Sea of Consciousness.
After a while, beads of sweat began to appear on the forehead of the man in white.
His sword was heavy in killing and destroying, but now he had to mend and rebuild his sea of consciousness. It was simply more difficult than going to the northern demon realm to kill the demon king.
After a while, the man in white lowered his head and looked at the grateful Immortal Canglan who had survived the disaster. "Your sea of consciousness has been shattered. I can't repair it. I can only leave the six swords in your sea of consciousness.
Turn it into a fence to protect your spiritual spring, and hang your life for you. As for the realm..."
A person whose consciousness is shattered is no different from an ordinary person.
Immortal Canglan said with difficulty, "Canglan is a mortal, so he is content to survive."
"You have been loyal to the country, and the God of War will remember your contribution."
The man in white sighed, "It's a pity that we in Kyushu are missing another fourth-level combatant."
Qingqiu then cautiously stepped forward and said respectfully: "I have seen the Mingguang War God."
The Second Kingdom War God Guard Mingguang nodded slightly, turned around and looked at the thunder in the sky, and... the young man who controlled the godhead and used thunder magic.
