Supreme Martial God Technique

"This..."

Several elders were surprised, they couldn't figure it out.

Wu Yun had hit them four times in a row, but he could still stand up alive.

"Waste, so many people can't even kill this kid."

Zhao Xinglong glanced at everyone coldly, and then flew away, ready to kill Wu Yun himself.

At this moment, Wu Yun was slowly pinching the hand seal.

He knew that in his current physical condition, using the Thunder Inducing Art was tantamount to suicide.

But even if he died, he had to let these bastards taste the power of thunder.

"Go to hell!"

With Wu Yun's roar, black clouds rolled in the sky.

Thunder gathered in the air.

Everyone changed color at this scene.

Including Zhao Xinglong.

They exclaimed.

"What is this, this bastard actually has this kind of martial arts."

"What a terrifying power, is this, the power of thunder?"

The power of the Thunder Inducing Art made everyone feel afraid.

When the others were in shock, Zhao Xinglong was the first to react.

Said: "Stop him quickly, don't let him condense."

At the same time, everyone rushed towards Wu Yun.

But how could Wu Yun give them a chance.

Boom!

Forty-eight thunderbolts quickly condensed in the air.

Like giant dragons of thunder and lightning, rolling in the black clouds.

This time, Wu Yun did not hold back at all.

It was a completely suicidal, all-consuming style.

Boom!

Forty-eight thunderbolts struck at the same time.

The terrifying thunderbolt pressure instantly changed everyone's color.

Zhao Xinglong could barely dodge, but the others were even suppressed by the dense thunderbolts and had nowhere to hide.

At this moment.

The whole world was filled with purple thunderbolts, and waves of terrible pressure swept over.

A hundred meters in radius was instantly razed to the ground, charred.

Except Zhao Xinglong, the rest of the Linglong Valley elders were all blasted into pieces by the thunderbolts.

Zhao Xinglong had a lucky escape, and was now stumbling on the road to escape.

His face was in disarray, his body was burnt black, and blood was spitting out from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

He was obviously severely injured by the power of thunder.

He didn't even dare to look back, his eyes were full of fear, and he fled far away.

And Wu Yun was no exception. After performing the Thunder Inducing Art, he didn't even have time to look at Xiao Jin.

He fell directly, and his life or death was uncertain.

Even if he was in his prime, he couldn't bear such a degree of Thunder Inducing Art.

What's more, he was already seriously injured and dying.

At this moment, all the internal organs in his body were shattered, and his bones were exploded.

Except for the meridians and the flesh, all the places that could be broken were broken.

Not to mention that the golden elixir has no reaction now, such a terrible injury.

Even the golden elixir may be powerless.

Perhaps, he will not survive.

Not far away, Yun Ben and others were approaching rapidly.

They also felt the terrible thunder power of this world just now.

But they could not think that all this was caused by Wu Yun.

They thought that there were two powerful monsters fighting here.

But they could not figure out what monsters could cause such terrible thunder power with this extreme cold force.

Fortunately, they did not rush here because of curiosity.

They were frightened and changed direction and bypassed this place.

Even Yun Ben did not think that he could withstand the power of thunder.

They came to find Wu Yun, but they did not want to die in the hands of these monsters before finding Wu Yun.

Wu Yun just lay on the charred ground.

I don’t know how long he was unconscious, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.

Xiao Jin was the same, falling to the ground without any movement.

This calm and tragic state lasted for a long time.

Finally, there was a strange fluctuation in the space in the distance.

I saw a girl appearing from the void.

The girl was seventeen or eighteen years old, and her appearance was full of the unique immaturity of this age.

But it is undeniable that her facial features are extremely beautiful, like a fairy falling into the mortal world.

Whether it is her appearance or her extraordinary temperament, people don’t want to look away at a glance.

This is a kind of beauty that does not belong to the mortal world, far beyond the secular world.

A lavender purple silk satin set off her beauty to the fullest.

Behind the girl, followed a middle-aged man in white clothes with an equally extraordinary temperament.

The girl ran a few steps cutely and came to the unconscious Wu Yun and took a look.

Suddenly turned her head to look at the middle-aged man and pouted: "Uncle Chen, I told you to hurry up, now it's all right, the person is dead, hum!"

The middle-aged man called Uncle Chen smiled and touched the girl's head, saying: "Yao'er, how do you talk to your uncle?"

The girl Yao'er pursed her lips and said: "Okay, then can he be saved?"

Uncle Chen smiled and said: "Do you think there are people that Uncle Chen can't save?"

Then, he took a few steps forward and walked in front of Wu Yun.

Then he stared at Wu Yun carefully for a long time, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Then he looked around again.

Finally, he sighed slowly.

He sent out a stream of spiritual energy and lifted Wu Yun up gently.

He was about to leave, but suddenly stopped.

He looked at Xiao Jin who was unconscious on the ground.

His pupils suddenly shrank, "Is that the Holy Heavenly Monkey?"

Yao'er asked curiously, "Uncle Chen, what is the Holy Heavenly Monkey?"

Uncle Chen smiled slightly, waved his palm, sent out a stream of spiritual energy, and sucked Xiao Jin over from a distance.

Then he smiled and said, "This kid actually has such a divine beast to help him. He is indeed a rare talent."

"A rare talent?"

Yao'er stared with her big eyes, looked at Wu Yun, and then looked at Uncle Chen, "Why can't I see it?"

Uncle Chen smiled slightly, and then waved his sleeves, and suddenly, all four of them disappeared.

In the distance, Zhao Xinglong finally found a relatively safe place, took out several pills from the storage ring, and swallowed them all.

The fear in his eyes has not dissipated until this moment.

He murmured, "How can this kid have such a terrible martial art?"

Although he was afraid, everything was over. Before he left, he saw Wu Yun fall straight down.

It must be because this martial art was too powerful and could not withstand the backlash.

What he should do now is to speed up the recovery of his injuries and rush to the snow desert to meet Xue Wucheng and others.

As for the matter of the elders of Linglong Valley and Xing Wufeng, he had not yet figured out how to tell Linglong Valley and Xing Yunfeng.

Elsewhere, Wu Yun was lying on a bed.

He had been unconscious for several days.

This was a simple and spacious house built with snow bamboo from extremely cold places.

There were several houses and a small courtyard outside.

Wu Yun on the bed moved his fingers slightly, as if he was waking up.

In the small courtyard, Uncle Chen and Yao'er were playing chess.

Yao'er dropped a piece and asked, "Uncle Chen, why is he still not awake? Isn't he dead?"

Uncle Chen asked back, "Yao'er doesn't trust Uncle Chen's ability?"

After a pause, he continued, "Although his body is far stronger than that of ordinary people, his five internal organs are destroyed, his bones are broken, and his meridians are severely damaged. It's not so easy to wake up. At least, it will take ten days."

"Senior, did you save me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a weak voice suddenly came from behind him.

Supreme Martial God Technique