Huh--

Huh--

The priest breathed heavily, and after a long time, he said coldly: "You don't understand what the price the ancestral land has paid this time!" He looked at Turba coldly, "You'd better expect that the ancestral spirit did not cause any abnormalities because of this, otherwise I promise that no one can save you."

Turba lowered his head, as if he didn't hear it.

snort!

The priest turned around and took a deep breath. His face was furious and cold. It suddenly melted like white frost under the scorching sun. "Mo Yu, please forgive us for being rude. Your identity as a seed has finally been confirmed. After today, no one dares to question you again."

Everyone saw this scene but was not surprised. They just looked at Mo Yu with a little more cautious and awe.

Even sacrifices require people with little intentions!

Mo Yu's voice was respectful, "Today, I need more sacrifices to prove my identity."

The priest was obviously satisfied with his reaction, with a smile on his face, "Follow me and climb Butian Peak. When you come down again, you will be the God of War!"

Mo Yu showed excitement on his face, "Thank you for the sacrifice!"

The priest nodded and glanced at Turba coldly, "Mo Yu, come with me."

The words fell and the waved their sleeves.

The water of the Black Lake suddenly rose up and condensed in the air, turning into a bridge of black ice.

The priest stepped on and turned around and waved to Mo Yu.

Amid countless envious eyes, his figure moved and fell behind.

call--

The Black Ice Bridge suddenly extended toward the top of the mountain, standing on the bridge, the wind blew up.

Don’t speak but stop, and show worries on your face.

The priest turned around and smiled and said, "Don't worry, climb Butian Peak, your injury will be cured soon and will not affect the completion of the matter."

After a pause, a little thought flashed in his eyes and continued to speak, "Some things, maybe you don't know, I'll tell you in advance so as not to take detours."

"First, you cannot use your own cultivation on the Butian Peak, otherwise there will be more harm than one benefit. Second, when you bear the heavenly thunder, release your soul and absorb its breath. Third... If you can summon the nine-colored heavenly thunder, then at all costs, let it arrive more."

As soon as the words fell, the Black Ice Bridge suddenly stopped, and the eyes suddenly became clear. Looking down, the sea of ​​clouds was churning and there was no end. A full moon above, bright and bright, scattering billions of silver light.

moon……

Mo Yu's face changed slightly. If that's right, it was during the day when he entered the ancestral land.

Now, how could such a full moon appear?

The priest smiled, "The ancestral land is its own world, and you have truly stepped into it, so it is naturally different from the outside world." He waved his hand, "Don't delay any more, step onto Butian Peak!"

Under the full moon, a mountain rose up like a spear.

Lonely and cold, proud.

Under the moonlight, the smooth black surface reflects a faint silver light.

A mysterious and mysterious aura emanates from it.

This is where Butian Peak, a place where millions of races and billions of creatures in the big world want to come.

Although Mo Yu is not clear about what it represents, he can vaguely guess what point it is.

A flash of splendor in his eyes, he no longer hesitated, took steps under his feet, and walked towards Butian Peak step by step.

The priest showed a hint of praise on his face, and he was indeed a smart person.

It's not in vain that his previous tips.

For such a person who is so mysterious that he cannot see through it, perhaps he can make friends with him seriously in the future.

Mo Yu is indeed very smart.

The priest said that cultivation cannot be used on Butian Peak.

Therefore, his cultivation was useless at all, so he calmly stepped onto Butian Peak step by step.

He didn't know that because of a reminder from the sacrifice, he suffered less great losses. Otherwise, what would be waiting for him at this moment would be a lightning strike. Although it would not cause fatal damage to him, his mind would be damaged, which would inevitably affect the subsequent process of repairing the sky.

Boom-

Above the head, a roar and a rich thunderous aura suddenly filled the entire world.

Mo Yu looked up and saw a touch of black suddenly appearing under the full moon.

It was like ink dripping into clear water, spreading rapidly, and a sensation emanated from it.

boom--

A thunder descended, and it was pitch black all over, as if it had been soaked in ink for countless years without any variegation.

Mo Yu's heart contracted violently!

This thunder gave him the feeling that it was even more terrifying than the attack of the Great War God.

He had no doubt that if he was hit head-on, he would definitely die!

But the sacrificial saying cannot use cultivation...

Believe it, or don't believe it?

After a brief hesitation, Mo Yu suddenly gritted his teeth and spread his arms to welcome the arrival of thunder.

Behind him, the praise on the face of the priest became even stronger at this moment.

For various reasons, over the years, he has reminded those who come to Butian Peak many times.

Most of them could understand his meaning and walked up honestly, but when the first thunder hit, there were very few who could not use their cultivation.

The black thunder was so fast that it was unimaginable that it had arrived in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yu seemed to be able to hear the "crackling" sound of his hair under the influence of the thunderous power.

Then, under his feet, the silent black Butian Peak suddenly emitted a faint light.

This light is a faint tone, very similar to the full moon falling, but it is absolutely different.

It is like being absorbed by Butian Peak, fostered and transformed internally, and then released.

The black thunder thunder, which seemed to have happened on this layer of faint silver light, and some extremely terrifying reaction.

It is directly decomposed, and all tyrannical attributes are removed, and it becomes the purest power of heavenly thunder.

Gentle as water.

There is no need to activate it at all. Instinct, Mo Yu's pores open all over his body and absorb them wildly.

call--

The power of pure heavenly thunder went directly into his body and was absorbed in a blink of an eye.

The cultivation level has not changed, the physical body has not been strengthened, and they just disappear.

It seemed that everything was as old as before, but Mo Yu's soul cheered at this moment!

He seemed to notice something vaguely, but it was blurred.

At this moment, another roar was heard above my head.

The second thunder descended, still dark, but even more tyrannical!

...

Next to the Black Lake.

The gathering of powerful people in the world did not disperse, but looked up together and looked up into the sky.

When the blackness appeared very far away, everyone's eyes lit up at the same time.

here we go!

After a long time, a low, faint roar came from my ears.

And at this time, the black spot on the sky had appeared seven times.

The ancient king looked calm and his eyes were like a quiet lake.

The process of thunder falling from Mo Yu will inevitably be quite long.

I just don't know that he can lead to a few colors of thunder.

Seven colors...eight colors...or, or the legendary nine colors!

Turba remained silent, but at this moment, he raised his head.

He pursed his lips and looked at the scene coldly, not knowing what thoughts were turning in his heart.
Chapter completed!