Gulu's sudden movements exceeded Bushuang and even Lingzhi's expectations.

When Bu Shuang wanted to turn around and take Gulu out, it was too late.

"Woo woo." Gulu shouted pitifully beside Ling Zhi.

"You want to accompany me?" Ling Zhi touched his nose and said in surprise.

Gulu nodded in humanity, and raised his head toward Thunder and opened his teeth and claws, as if he was venting his dissatisfaction.

Ling Zhi frowned and touched Guru, not much.

Things have come to this point, but with Gulu's supernatural power, perhaps, it won't be a problem.

Ling Zhi sighed lightly, put away his mood, and faced the thunderous big foot that was getting closer and closer to him.

Lightning flew, shaving through his face, and actually shaved his skin.

Without any hesitation, nor without waiting for death, Ling Zhi rushed up and headed towards Thunder's big feet.

No matter what, he will not give up.

And just from Lingzhi, across the entire Xuanzhou, there is a huge city with an ancient atmosphere. This city has stood here for countless thousands of years.

Even in the battle when the evil demon was born, countless scars were left on it, but they could not destroy it.

Whenever it rains, dark clouds from the sea will surge, bringing huge power of lightning and slashing on the city wall, making the city wall become more and more charred little by little.

But no matter how lightning strikes, it will always stand firm.

In the center of this city, there is a tree located in the center, but the distance it occupies is only a few meters.

This is a piece of dry broken wood, inserted into the soil, the bark withered yellow, and there is still some charred black on it.

The broken wood is more than one meter high, lonely, not only leaves, but also branches without a single branch. It looks like a piece of driftwood in a river, being inserted here by someone.

However, whenever lightning strikes, all the lightning attacks that this huge city will be subjected to will be introduced into this broken wood Zheng through the formation

This city is called Leicheng.

This broken wood is called thunderwood!

When the Thunder Big Foot appeared, this unchanging thunderwood suddenly rose from the ground and disappeared from the spot under the panic gaze of everyone in Leicheng.

When Ling Zhi was about to collide with Thunder's Big Foot, this piece of dead wood actually crossed an endless distance and entered the secret realm of the Three Kings Palace Zheng

He rumbling and noticed its arrival in surprise. The beast seemed to know Leimu. It stretched out its claws and waved to Leimu, and actually called Leimu to come.

Some green buds between the thunderwood tree branches moved, as if signing to Guru. Then the thunderwood disappeared from the spot. The next moment, it appeared directly above the thunder feet, near the dark clouds.

boom!

A thunder force that was no less than the thunder feet burst out from Raymu.

It is hard to imagine that such a dry wood can actually burst out with such a power. This power is the same as the Thunder Big Foot, but it seems to be more advanced. The power of both lightning and lightning has a kind of agility and a little spirituality.

But there is only one kind of power that exists on Thunder Big Foot, that is, the power of destruction, destroying the pull in front of you

The power of Leimu is different. When it emits an attack from the ground of destruction, its body, especially the green bud, actually emits a burst of breath.

This breath accompanied the attack, which actually caused its attack to continue, as if it could be regenerated.

Originally, dark clouds had the upper hand, but under this continuous offensive, they became weaker little by little, and raywood was stronger.

As one goes up and down, the dark clouds gradually begin to dissipate.

This time, the thunder tribulation was actually dispersed by the thunder wood!

The remaining thunder feet trembled, and it became weak rapidly because of the loss of dark clouds, and its power quickly merged into the void Zheng.

But it was still persisting, trampling towards Lingzhi persistently, looking like it must be destroyed.

However, the person it attacked, Ling Zhi, at this moment, was only the thunderwood between his eyes, and only the green bud on the thunderwood.

There is endless lightning, which is illusory and illusion in his eyes, and is endless.

"The ultimate life is death. The end of death is also life?" Ling Zhi said to himself.

Only when he realized the power of the rules of Yin and Yang, did the Tai Chi image that appeared appeared again.

This time, half of Ling Zhi's body is yin and half of the body is yang. The middle stem of the body is divided into yin and yang. The two forces flow freely on both sides of his body, and through his body, and begin to blend. Although the speed is extremely slow, the flow is also unnatural.

But at this moment, he grasped the way forward and direction of the power of the Yin and Yang rules.

He wants to practice the way of life and death, one thought of life, one thought of death, and one thought of being free from the control of the Tao!

This is the supreme way. When he realized this, he actually felt a sense of sublimation, a kind of improvement in the spiritual realm of power, power of rules, and the path he was going to take.

Vision determines the height that can be reached!

Thunder and lightning have always represented the power of destruction, but in Thunder, he saw the dead wood, and when he saw that the lightning could actually contain the power of life, which could not only destroy but also regenerate.

This has a great effect on him.

At this moment, at the same time, although the Thunder Big Foot dissipated Jiu's power, it still persisted and hit Ling Zhi.

Ling Zhi looked up, looked proudly, and raised his fist to knock him away. How could he let others step on him? Even if it is Tao, it won’t work!

boom.

The light on the moon-chasing armor flashed, and all the remaining spiritual arrays exploded at this moment under the impact of powerful forces!

The soldier soul screamed from the last moment. If Ling Zhi had not divided some of the power to protect it, he might have been eliminated.

Like the King's Palace, be a king soldier without soldiers' souls.

A king soldier without a soldier soul will never be able to grow. He can only stay at that level and cannot grow and evolve as the martial artist's strength deepens.

This stalemate lasted for ten breaths.

It sounds short, but for a strong man of the Lingzhi level, one breath is often enough to turn the situation around and solve the opponent.

Ling Zhi was covered with scars and lay on the ground, with the yin and yang luster on his body flashing. At this moment, he used up his last trace of strength in his body, and there was nothing in his whole body, not numbness and pain.

But it's worth it!

He cut himself into his own hands, but he realized the great way of life and death. Only with giving up can one gain
Chapter completed!