Chapter 1041 Prison Dragon (41)

  The cited thunder calamity and the automatically descending thunder calamity are completely different things. The thunder calamity that is automatically cast has a judgment on the cultivator. People who do a lot of evil will die under the thunder disaster.

  Shang Yuan, who was hugging the delicate beauty in the room, suddenly lost his mind, pushed the beauty away, hurriedly put on the Taoist robe, and rushed out.

  Song Futing hadn't slept in the first place, but at this moment, the vision of Qianyun Mountain was not far away from him, and the thundercloud seemed to be right above his head.

  Song Futing thought, how can science explain this phenomenon?

  A few days ago, the faint green dragon among the clouds was photographed. The experts tried their best to explain it for a long time, but it didn't help much.

  Song Futing thought of Baitang's words, immediately called two brothers, and prepared to go to Qianyun Mountain.

   "Brother Song, why don't you go, I'm afraid I'll be hacked to death."

  The phenomenon of Qianyun Mountain is really weird.

  Song Futing was categorical: "If I don't go to Qianyun Mountain again, I'm afraid I will miss it."

   He didn't know what he missed, he just had this feeling.

   Cong Huai followed Baitang in Qianyun Mountain. The aura inside was abundant, which made him a little uncomfortable. His current body could not accept the aura.

   Cong Huai is very clear about this phenomenon. To completely transform from a demon body into a spirit body, one needs to endure eighty-one thunder calamities. The nature of a demon is difficult to change, and the suffering will be even greater.

   But he saw the strength of the robbery cloud, and he couldn't strike eighty-one thunders from the sky.

  A lot of breath surrounded Qianyun Mountain, and they entered the mountain as soon as the robbery cloud dispersed.

  Electric lights flickered, as bright as day.

  The first thunder struck, and it was menacing. Other mines followed suit.

  Cong Huai saw an egg the size of a palm, and its body was full of lightning. He felt his breath on this egg, it was so faint that he couldn't even notice it if he didn't pay attention.

  Cong Huai's expression froze instantly, looking at Baitang who was holding an umbrella while it wasn't raining: "Real son?"

  Baitang: "Of course."

  Cong Huai: "I, Yuanyang, is still alive... I actually had an extra son with you, a woman out of thin air... I am innocent."

  Baitang gave him a white look: "Don't pretend. The reborn is its parent. It uses your dragon scales to transform, and uses my hands to become a spirit body. You and I are naturally its parents."

  Cong Huai blinked, and then looked at the little green dragon who was fighting against Lei Jie. Its eggshell had already cracked: "Being a father for the first time will inevitably make you uncomfortable."

  Happy to be a father so fast.

   Originally, there was no one involved with him in this world, but now he has an extra son, um... and a son and his mother.

  Cong Huai was amazed at Baitang's ability. Whether it was intentional or not, the birth of the spirit creature restored some of the secrets of heaven.

  Cong Huai sensed carefully, such movements, powerful practitioners would come. The dragon tendon has been found, and I really hope that the others will be found soon.

   "Brother Song, aren't they going in?"

  Song Futing looked back and saw that they were all cultivators.

   "Leave them alone, go."

  Song Futing was very decisive. He walked directly to the place where the lightning struck. The lightning struck the same place, so there must be something there.

  Feng Huan saw the three people entered the mountain with sharp eyes, and immediately reported to Dong Shucheng: "Uncle Master, just now three people from the secular world entered the mountain."

  Sun Yunyan heard the words and looked over, but saw nothing.

  Dong Shucheng raised his lips: "I'm looking for a dead end."

   Spiritual creatures will not choose ordinary people as their masters. Therefore, the formations born with spiritual objects will not hinder ordinary people.

   "My lord, the arrangements have been made."

  Dong Shucheng nodded slowly with a chilling expression.

   "Brother Song, this... what kind of egg?"

   Xiao Chen, who rushed over all the way, opened his eyes wide.

  The cracked part of the eggshell, light shot out from the inside.

  (end of this chapter)

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