I Have Nine Queen Sisters

The half-hour bombardment of the divine thunder, although the damage to [Qiongyu Celadon White Robe] and [Lihanyu Fracture Fan] is relatively large, the damage to the Supreme Picture Scroll is relatively large, and the damage to Wang Chen's body is relatively large. But there are still powerful benefits that cannot be ignored!

This is a great meritorious thunderbolt. As long as you hold on to it without dying, there will be great benefits!

After a long time, Wang Chen took a deep breath. He felt the continuous strengthening of the God of Heaven and the Thunder, and the tempering of the Dao Heart had reached a certain level.

Accepting the baptism of Divine Thunder again will not bring much benefit, but it will also lead to the failure of refining the treasure.

Wang Chen's white clothes fluttered, his black hair danced lightly, his eyes were clear, and he stood quietly in this world. The thundercloud of punishment in the sky above his head was even more terrifying, and it was brewing an even more terrifying thunder calamity!

"Sword up!"

Wang Chen's white robe was fierce, expressionless, and he let out a low drink.

The sword-shaped treasure in front of him bloomed with infinite sword intent, slowly rose into the air, and received most of the power of thunder!

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

At the moment when the sword-shaped treasure appeared, endless thunder slammed down frantically, as if it was pouring rain, one after another, golden thunder and purple gods were overwhelming!

God is crazy, the doomed life without money is smashing the thunder!

"Sure enough, the divine thunder punishment of the treasure is even stronger."

Wang Chen muttered to himself, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, the previous divine thunder had caused some minor injuries to his body, but the benefits he got far outweighed the harm.

"Dragon is coming!!!"

Wang Chen shouted, his hands raised high, as if calling.

"Ow~!!"

The huge real dragon phantom roared and sprang out from the 100,000-veined Dragon Pillar where Wang Chen was located. The roar shook the sky, as if the real scales were furious, the slender dragon whiskers were constantly flying, the dragon body twisted, and the claws and teeth were twisted. The edge is flickering!

"Ow~!!!"

"Ow~!!!"

"Ow~!!!"

The uninterrupted dragon roar sounded, shaking the world.

More than one!

A full 100,000 phantoms of dragon veins rose into the sky crazily, twisting the huge dragon body, like a real dragon!

"Yan!"

The huge dragon power is constantly overflowing! Countless real dragon phantoms raised their heads and roared angrily! Ride the wind in the tail swing!

"This is the young master's dragon!"

"It's going to the thunder cloud layer of Heaven Punishment!"

The elders of the Nine Dragons couldn't help but exclaimed, they stared at the real dragons with the will of the young master, watching them plunge into the black cloud layer, rolling freely in the cloud layer, bathed in terrifying golden purple Thunder and lightning, but not in the slightest.

"Chaos soars, swallowing up the wild! The sun and the moon are used as tattoos, and the stars are used as symbols!"

Wang Chen shouted loudly, the white robe was fierce, the Dao rhythm all over his body was terrifying, the Bawang Town Bell Diagram and the Yin-Yang All Things Diagram, the two Dao rhymes were madly improving and running the Dao rhyme!

"Snapped!"

Wang Chen pinched the seal with both hands. This is the Great Emperor's forging technique of Lingjianya.

At the same time, Wang Chen did not hesitate to mobilize all the rhythms of the Great Dao and the wonders of mountains and rivers in the supreme picture scroll, into the refining handprints, and continuously penetrated into the clouds of thunder and tribulation, refining the dragon veins and sword intent!

"I!"

Wang Chen drank violently, the divine light in his eyes bloomed, like a divine lightning rushing out, making people dare not look directly, he shouted: "Go against the sky, cast a treasure!"

This is my treasure!

This is my way out!

Going against the sky, the treasure is cast under the thunder tribulation, blending with the blood of the treasure, and the soul is indistinguishable!

Wang Chen is to create his own imperial weapon!

He wants to follow this great meritorious thunder and create a treasure of his own destiny, an imperial weapon that can accompany him to achieve the invincible appearance of a great emperor!

With Wang Chen's violent drink, a lot of blood and smoky breath in his body overflowed, and nine vortexes of spiritual energy suddenly swelled above Wang Chen's head, spinning wildly! !

Like nine newborn suns! Hot, frenetic, restless!

Wang Chen's heart is empty, sometimes full of brilliance, sometimes like a mortal person.

At this time, he was like an eternal and unpredictable god, who did not know the passage of time, let the world go up and down, and saved his own immortality.

Dao pictures emerged, surrounding Wang Chen, surrounded by chaotic energy, as if sitting cross-legged at the beginning of the world, surrounded by various Dao patterns.

The thunder robbery rolls, as if to split the world and reshape it.

Wang Chen is shaking the world.

"Shh!"

The sword image in front of him disappeared all of a sudden, submerged into the void, and reached the end of the universe!

The constant change between the nothingness and the entity blooms with a peerless sword glow.

"horrible!"

"Master Young Master, with the body of a mortal, is tit-for-tat with the great meritorious thunder, refining the treasure under the wrath of heaven!"

The Sect Master of Jiulong Sect and others swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the corners of their mouths were bitter, they dared not put their faith in their heads, and looked at Wang Chen under the thunder cloud in the sky with wide eyes.

The same people, why is there such a big difference?

We monks are not even as good as a mortal who cannot cultivate!

"Boom!"

As if to cooperate with Wang Chen's refining treasure, Jin Lei Zi Lei kept falling at an even crazier speed.

The nine aura vortex devoured the power of merit contained in the golden thunder and purple thunder!

Wang Chen felt a rush of blood in his heart, and the crazy great merit Tianlei made him feel that an extremely powerful force began to slowly condense in his body! Very mysterious, cannot be touched and felt, but it really exists!

bring it on!

Not enough! Not fast enough!

I want more! More!

"Give it to me!"

More blood spilled from the corner of Wang Chen's mouth, but he still raised his head and screamed, pointing to the sky, countless real dragon phantoms roared down, holding nine aura vortexes in his mouth, and then returned to the golden thunder clouds in the sky!

Under the watchful eyes of countless monks, the nine vortexes of spiritual energy frantically devoured the golden thunder and purple thunder of great merit in the clouds!

you are too slow!

I'm here to take the merits myself!

"Roar!"

There was a muffled roar in the clouds, as if the anger of the gods, and as if it was the neighing of a beast.

The golden and purple thunder was rapidly decreasing in everyone's pupils, and was rudely swallowed up by Wang Chen's nine aura vortexes!

The sword-shaped treasure also fled into the clouds, enjoying the terrifying tempering of Divine Thunder.

The fire was scattered in the clouds, as if the avenue of heaven and earth was a furnace, casting an immortal weapon of terror!

Countless divine thunders fell, and the sky was gorgeous.

Inside the clouds, the sword-shaped divine object, the most precious golden light, is radiant, extremely dazzling, and invincible.

The evolution of "Tao" and "Reasonable" co-exist to form a body, accommodate all things, and vaguely have the feeling of the beginning of heaven and earth, and the natural sense of Taoism. Refining the sword with the great meritorious thunder, it finally took shape!

Gradually, the sword shape floating in the thunder cloud began to violently absorb the dense air surrounding the sword body, the divine light was restrained, and the treasure was self-contaminated. Ordinary long sword.

Treasure refining succeeded!

"Sword come!"

Wang Chen laughed and made a big move.

"call out!"

"Yan!"

The shape of the most precious sword, which has been refined and formed, jumped up and down from the thunder cloud, driving an arc of infinite rhythm, flying towards Wang Chen, standing gently floating in front of Wang Chen.

This is a small sword, about one meter long, two fingers wide, simple and natural, with yin and yang on both sides, no dazzling light, no shocking fluctuations of divine power, only atmosphere and chaos.

Yes, it is not magical, but it gives people a majestic feeling. It is not like a sword. It is very like a mountain and river, a star field, and a natural universe.

"boom!"

The quaint divine sword just shook in the air. The various boulders tempered by the narrator were silently turned into dust, and even the earth that had been struck by the divine thunder began to show long-lasting cracks!

"horrible!"

Wang Chen was delighted.

Divine Thunder forged swords, tempered for ten thousand tribulations, and finally succeeded! *