To transform the artistic conception of thunder into will, it requires a point to completely concentrate the dispersed and vague artistic conception.

And this point was finally found by Xiao Chen, which was the supreme thunder talisman in the small world.

The original vague and hazy thunderous artistic conception was collected and mixed bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit. The initial shape was like mud, which had nothing to do with the talisman.

And it will break up at any time. If an impatient person does this, I am afraid that he will have to give up in a while.

Xiao Chen was not impatient at all. His mood was completely spread by excitement and excitement at this moment. He didn't know how the Thunder Emperor understood the will.

But he was sure that the Thunder Emperor would definitely not recognize it as a talisman, it was the charm treasure left by the strongest immortal in the Immortal Era, otherwise Ao Jiao would not have called it a divine thunder.

The thunder will he is about to comprehend is not only different from the will of the Thunder Emperor, but the entire Kunlun world will be unique.

In my mind, the suddenness of the Supreme Thunder Talisman was very clear. It was deeply engraved in my mind with just one look and could never be forgotten.

But when Xiao Chen [he wanted the artistic conception of thunder and combined it to simulate it into this thunder talisman, he encountered many hardships.

The power of artistic conception is invisible and shadowless. It is not easy to accumulate invisible things first.

It’s like piled up a pile of loose sand into shape, it’s not easy.

After several experiments, the thunderous artistic conception that was gathered was like a pile of ugly mud, with a body and spirit frightened, and as soon as you let go, it immediately turned into a pile of loose sand.

The fantasy is wonderful, the reality is very skinny, which is what Xiao Chen encounters now.

Sometimes many things, when you think about them in your heart, are excited and excited. You feel that they will definitely be perfect, and will be unprecedented and unparalleled, and will be amazed by the world.

But when you really do it yourself, you will find a mess, and the perfect idea in your heart is not at all.

"Damn it, failed again!"

Thousands of efforts have resulted in nothing. Xiao Chenxin became completely irritated. He opened his eyes and punched the golden lake.

The lake water slammed, and a thousand-foot water column rose, and the golden glass was like a sword, shining with glory.

This punch tilted Xiao Chen's accumulated anger and irritability out of thousands of times. Even in a calm person, he would not really have no temper, and Xiao Chen was no exception.

The lake water hit the ground with a bang, rippling waves, rising and falling, and after a while, it became calm again, and it looked like a flat mirror of light.

There is no object in the world that can be as tolerant and gentle as water.

No matter how high a place you stand, the water will flow to the lower part. When you walk along the way, only the water will absorb the dirty ground silently.

If you fall into a low-lying place, only the water will remain calm. No matter what the outside world is, when everything is calm, it will be neat and unparalleled. No drop of water will not be able to withstand loneliness and jump out alone.

If you put a pile of sand into the lake, if there is no external force, there will always be a few places, which are bumpy and of different heights.

Xiao Chen looked at the golden lake water below, his irritable heart calmed down bit by bit, and restrained his previous excitement.

From a calm analysis, where is the root cause of the previous thousands of failures?

Close your eyes and think hard, Xiao Chen entered the state of selflessness, throwing all the empty excitement and passion out of his mind.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the calm lake again. A hint of agile color flashed in his eyes.

"Sand cannot be piled up and formed. It is impossible to force the thunder artistic conception to be brought together. Another object, such as water, must be added."

The sand is indeed not strong, but if the water and sand are mixed together, there is no problem in building an unfalling castle.

If the power of artistic conception is compared to sand, then what is water?

Xiao Chen said softly, some questions gradually became clear, and what is the most in the sea of ​​consciousness is naturally the vast spiritual power.

Only by mixing mental power and thunder artistic conception can it be truly brought together, and the body and spirit are indestructible and indestructible.

Thinking of the solution to the problem, Xiao Chen was in a calm mood as usual and did it directly. He would wait until the excitement and joy were done.

Close your eyes, and strands of scattered sand-like artistic power were once again mixed by Xiao Chen, forming an ugly "mud" that was still a look that would be dispersed at any time.

Xiao Chen was not discouraged, and injected his spiritual power into it like water.

Buzz!

A slight buzzing sound suddenly sounded in my mind, and the ball of "mud" that would be dissipated at any time. With the injection of mental power, it was connected little by little and hugged it tightly.

Xiao Chen showed a faint smile on his face. Sure enough, his thoughts and guesses were correct. Thunder artistic conception was sand, and his mental power was a pool of clear water. Only by combining the two can we achieve true perfection.

After continuing to work hard, Xiao Chen kept gathering his ultimate thunder artistic conception together, and the mud-like thing became even bigger.

At the same time, the spiritual power in the sea of ​​consciousness also penetrated into it bit by bit, and the two perfectly fit together.

When all the thunder artistic conception came to an end, Xiao Chen's mind leaped, turned into a human form, and directly entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and sat on the blood-colored throne.

With a move, the purple "mud ball" containing mental power and thunderous artistic conception flew in front of him.

Xiao Chen stood up from the throne, recalled the appearance of the Thunder Talisman, and began to slowly polish it.

The rough mud ball became more refined as Xiao Chen polished it, and slowly it had a hint of wrinkle of the talisman.

It looks at least like a talisman, and it will not be mistaken for a clay ball.

Xiao Chen doesn't understand the immortal patterns on the divine thunder talisman, but he doesn't need to draw them in full. After all, he doesn't want to create another divine talisman.

First, he has no ability, and secondly, he has no materials. He just wants to use this as an opportunity to create his own thunder will in the world.

As if he was thinking, Xiao Chen knew what he should portray on it. He wanted to portray his immortal attributes on it.

This is the spiritual world. With a wave of his hand, he added a pen out of thin air.

With Xiao Chen's actions, the boundless world of consciousness seas, all kinds of earth-shaking visions kept flashing.

Volcanoes erupt, lightning and thunder, oceans roaring, snowy banks collapse, and the wind and clouds change between heaven and earth, and there is no peace for a moment.

Only Xiao Chen, standing on the bloody throne, looked calm and unstable, no matter how terrifying and amazing the vision was, I wrote about immortality in every stroke!

The immortal patterns were linked little by little in the wrinkle of the purple talisman, and completed with Xiao Chen's last stroke.

On the rough wrinkle, a ray of charm appeared out of thin air, and the world of sea of ​​consciousness that changed colors stopped moving at this moment. Only that talisman between heaven and earth is eternal.

The mind withdrew from the world of consciousness. Xiao Chen opened his eyes, a light flashed in his eyebrows, and the purple talisman flew out in his wrinkles.

At this moment, the artistic conception is still artistic conception, and the mental power is still spiritual power. The two are just combined, and the will has not appeared, and it is still a last breath.

Xiao Chen's face was calm, he gritted his teeth, and opened his mouth and vomited a stream of blood.

Puchi!

Blood penetrated into the talisman and immediately burst into strange lights. Xiao Chen's heart and flesh were completely connected with the talisman at this moment.

One prospers and one loses.

The last thing that is inferior to will is also completely completed, and it will be completely sublimated and become the unique and unique in the world, Xiao Chen's immortal thunder will.

When the light flows, there is no intention to dim. As long as Xiao Chen is not dead and his will is brilliant, he will be eternal.

“Not enough!”

Xiao Chen's eyes were firm. He looked at the divine thunder talisman wrapped in a ball of light and hidden in the small world. He stretched out his hand and the ball of light immediately broke through a thin hole in his fingertip.

Puchi!

The bursting lightning passed by Xiao Chen, but the purple talisman was flashing in the air.

The golden lightning hit him, and Xiao Chen immediately roared in pain, as if it hit him, and it was in great pain.

Jade cannot be made into a weapon without being carved, so why can a sword be killed if it is not good?

The new thunder will must be baptized by peerless divine thunder in order to truly wash away the dew and achieve glory.

In the endless pain, Xiao Chen's eyes had no intention of giving up. He stretched out his hand and broke open a hole again, and released a golden thunder.

With his figure flashing, Xiao Chen made an attempt to make the new thunder will talisman baptism received ninety-one peerless divine thunder.

At some point, Ao Jiao came out of the bottom of the lake and looked at Xiao Chen who was in pain in the air. His eyes were quite complicated. The scene in front of him was so similar to the scene from many years ago.

Time has passed for thousands of years, but the picture remains unchanged. The faces of Emperor Lei and Xiao Chen are constantly changing in front of Ao Jiao's eyes.

She looked at her eyes and her face was frozen. She was a young man with beautiful facial features and not very handsome. Her face as the Thunder Emperor never flashed again.

Past legends and immortal honors will let them pass through the long river of history. If you have ambitions today and never give up, you will definitely create a more brilliant myth.

The same was true for the past. Although the will was different from Xiao Chen's understanding, the moment he comprehended the will, he immediately baptized with peerless divine thunder.

A stupid person will have ten thousand stupid ways, but the true peerless monster is the same no matter ten thousand years, five thousand years, or now, from a certain level.

The baptism of the divine thunder will definitely not achieve the effect in a short while. If you give up if you can't stand the painful torture, you will only be wasted all your previous efforts and will be meaningless.

The light shines, lasting for seven days, belonging to Xiao Chen's will. The slightly rough talisman became more refined and perfect under such baptism.

Seven days later, no peerless divine thunder burst out in the light ball.
Chapter completed!