Three reminders of sacrifice.

Don't use your cultivation.

Feel the breath of thunder.

Summon more Nine Colored Thunders.

The first point has been verified, and the third point is unknown whether it can be achieved.

So, what Mo Yu is doing now is to implement the second point.

The whole person was completely relaxed, opened up all the guards of his soul, and felt the thunderous aura from the nine heavens.

At first I was confused, as if I was looking at the flowers in the fog, but it was finally separated by a layer.

But soon, Mo Yu's consciousness involuntarily immersed in it.

A little light appeared before his eyes, becoming clearer and more and more.

Gradually, it seemed to intertwined into a starry sky.

Outside Butian Peak, the priest's face changed slightly, and his eyes fell on Mo Yu, gradually becoming brighter!

On the surface, he just stood there casually, without any difference, through connection with his ancestral land.

The sacrifice could feel a certain aura emitted by Mo Yu.

That is a level that he is extremely familiar with and eager for, but is destined to be incomprehensible to reach in his whole life.

After a long time, the priest sighed, "What a shocking and envious guy."

...

In fact, not only sacrifices to one person, but also to all the powerful people gathered in the ancestral land, and even to all the great world's strong people, will never forget today.

Above the distant sky, when the tenth black thunder fell and after a brief pause, the coming thunder changed.

It is no longer pure darkness, injected with a pure white, but without any warmth, but instead reveals a touch of coldness and indifferent coldness.

Then, the power of the sky thunder has been improved to a higher level.

Two-colored thunder.

The ancient king silently calculated in his heart that the time it took to descend ten black thunders. Because it was simple, he had already got the answer in a blink of an eye. His calm face moved slightly, and the ancient king's face became solemn. He knew that nothing unexpected happened. Mo Yu would have a great possibility today and successfully welcomed the Nine-Colored Thunder!

He was as calm as him, and he couldn't help but reveal a hint of envy in his eyes.

Nine-colored thunder...

When Butian Peak appears, endless years pass, less than thirty people can summon the nine-colored heavenly thunder.

Any of them will become a powerful figure in the future.

Boom-

As time goes by, the power of heavenly thunder increases, and the heart-wrenching roar can be heard in my ears.

It no longer delays, but sounded directly in the ears of the ancestral land at the moment of thunder.

It is like the thunder contains some invisible power, which makes its sound ignore the barriers of space.

Three colors, black, white and red.

Four colors, black, white, red and orange.

Five colors, black, white, red, orange and yellow.

Six colors, black, white, red, orange, yellow and green.

Seven colors, black, white, red, orange, yellow, green and green.

Eight colors, black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue and blue.

The world gradually became silent, all the noise disappeared, and all eyes were nervous and expectant, looking at the sky above our heads.

Away from the distance, the eight-colored thunder had already descended ten times.

Next, is it over or continue?

Time passed by, and every moment passed extremely slowly, as long as a year.

But it is passing by, not slowing down, and not stopping.

Three breaths...Five breaths...Eight breaths...

The thunder still did not come.

The ancient king frowned and thoughts appeared in his eyes. Did he have made a mistake in his estimate before?

Turba's face was expressionless, but some extremely subtle changes in the corners of his eyebrows and eyes revealed the joy deep in his heart.

Next to the Black Lake, the powerful people in the world who had been tilting their heads for a long time flashed with a hint of disappointment in their eyes.

It's over...

As soon as this thought arose, a terrifying sound suddenly came from the top of my head.

With a suppression at the level of life, it suddenly came to everyone's souls.

The ancient king's heart shrank, he looked up suddenly, looking far away.

A thunder that seemed slow but was actually extremely fast, fell down unpredictably.

Black, white, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple... nine colors!

Nine-colored thunder.

After a moment of silence, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Next to him, Turba's eyes widened, and the relaxation on his face had completely frozen.

In the sleeves of the robe, the fists were clenched tightly, and a strong sense of reluctance came from deep in my heart.

Nine-colored heavenly thunder... He actually really attracted the Nine-colored heavenly thunder!

Boom-

Boom-

The rolling sound echoed in the air, forming a terrifying tide, covering the entire ancestral land.

Even if you are separated by endless distances, you can still clearly feel the terrible power contained in this thunder.

Makes the soul tremble!

The nine-colored heaven and earth fell, and under the originally empty sky, a black mountain suddenly appeared.

It was so far away, it should have been very vague, but it was strange, as if it was close to you.

As close as everyone could see clearly, on the black mountain, the tall figure with spreading arms, eyes slightly closed, and the face of Gujing Wubo was on.

It's Mo Yu!

boom--

The nine-colored thunder, like a waterfall, instantly submerged his figure.

But such a terrifying nine-colored thunder still couldn't hurt him at all. The faint silver light emitted from Butian Peak was just a little richer.

It is enough to decompose the nine-colored heavenly thunder and turn it into the purest thunder power, absorbed by Mo Yu.

This scene made all the powerful people in the world around the Black Lake show deep jealousy in their eyes.

It is unimaginable that you can gain tremendous power without any danger.

Of course, deep down, they also knew very well that those who could climb Butian Peak were powerful beings destined to become big names.

They will never have such a chance.

Boom-

Nine-colored heavenly thunder, the second one, descended!

The priest looked solemn and his breathing was a little rapid. He stared at Mo Yu's back, and there was uncontrollable excitement in his eyes.

Nine-colored heavenly thunder, I saw Nine-colored heavenly thunder again.

This Mo Yu is indeed very good at origin.

Could it be that he has some connection with the ancestor?

Thinking of the previous riot of the ancestor spirit, a flash of heat flashed through the priest's eyes.

At this moment, the third nine-colored heavenly thunder has arrived!

Boom-

The more violent force, even if it has retreated and stood in a safe enough place, can feel the terrifying power of the vast sea.

But at this moment, the priest's face suddenly became gloomy.

He looked up and looked at the ancestral land. Even he didn't know where it was a mysterious place.

The invisible oppression is rapidly dissipating...
To be continued...