It gives it the breath of the Dongxia dragon vein and inherits the suppression and destruction of all hell creatures outside the present realm.

Ying Fangzhou's method is just like him, simple and crude.

Driven by the most extreme hatred and hatred, the pure murderous intent that has been tempered for decades has been poured out. In the end, every thunder is a very subtle soul fragment.

After combining Yun Zhongjun's characteristics of transforming foreign objects to supplement his own, such a terrible effect was finally created.

Lightning is like a seed, and the abyss is like soil.

After being injured, the longer it prolongs, the more luxuriant the remaining thunder on the wound will grow.

The terrifying lethality that is enough to hurt the ruler is second, and the key lies in the 'hate' carried in it. As long as the hatred in Ying Fangzhou's heart has not dissipated, then this thunder will be extinguished.

Absorb the source and quality of the victim and be reborn as they die.

Unfortunately, until the end, Ying Fangzhou never had any understanding of the abyss. He hoped that the stubborn old thing would bow to hell?

Stop dreaming!

Unless it is forcibly swallowed by one's own soul, or defeated by a purer will, there is no possibility of repair. No, not just that, according to Huai Shi's observation, if this thunder spreads and burns the host, it may

He will also return to himself under the hatred of the same origin.

Over time, there is endless hatred and endless thunder.

Such an outrageous crowdfunding method of abyss has created the terrifying record of Thunder in the West. Huai Shi really couldn't figure out which side he or his enemies looked more like hell.

Perhaps, this is also a kind of inheritance of the ideal country?

Now, after a brief sense, Huai Shi has keenly caught the core of that lightning.

He clenched his right hand and pulled it out suddenly!

Just as the pain spasms and shrill roars were scattered, a spear of lightning condensed into substance, was pulled out of the wound by Huai Shi, just like a radish pulled out of the ground.

The harvest season is here!

Now, the gray-black light mixed with strands of gray-black light was jumping violently in Huai Shi's hands, dancing constantly, and even burning Huai Shi's soul, making a sound.

There was no destructive power at all. Even the solidified part of Huai Shi's soul felt a burst of terrifying breath.

In it, he even keenly noticed many soul fragments from the Eye of Death.

"There is also such an operation? Use the enemy's soul to transform it into thunder?"

Huai Shi pinched her chin and exclaimed in surprise: "Is this a little too vicious?"

But even so, the smile on the corner of his mouth couldn't help but spread.

He likes it very much.

In this way, in the eyes of the Death Eye mixed with fear and hatred, Huai Shi opened her mouth and brought the blood-stained thunder to her mouth.

Chew, swallow, stuff it into your stomach.

At the end, he burped with a wisp of black smoke.

I breathed happily.

Thunder that tortured the Eye of Death for more than seventy years has merged into the solidified soul formed by this darkness so calmly, like a big tonic, so full and abundant that it makes his dark pupils appear in his dark eyes.

Electricity.

In this way, look back calmly.

Looking at the dull look of the Dead Eye, she smiled clearly:

"You want to ask me why it's okay?"

The Dead Eye twitched, as if nodding.

So Huai Shi replied considerately: "Thunder will transform the soul and target solidification. In fact, you understand it very well, but there is a skill here that you can't do it."

As he said that, he patted the pupils of the Dead Eye and told him regretfully: "It may be difficult for you to understand the specific operation. I can only say that the physiques of rulers and rulers cannot be generalized, right?"
Chapter completed!