The Dragon from Hell

Standing under the lightning-struck wood, Qin Feng could still feel the burning heat brought by the lightning.

After the thunder fell, it happened to hit the monk's head, and the lightning traveled all over his body in an instant.

The clothes on the man's body instantly burned, and his whole body trembled violently in the thunder and lightning, and he wailed in pain.

Even at this moment, Qin Feng could not only hear his own wailing, but also the wailing of different people and different voices coming from all directions.

And the monk not far from them screamed in pain in the thunder and lightning.

It only took a moment for the lightning to fall, but the lightning kept swimming in his body, impacting all his limbs, bones, and internal organs.

After the thunder and lightning, the other party knelt on the ground in pain.

He looked in the direction of Qin Feng, and his face was already covered with blood.

He was bleeding from all seven holes, and he was lying on the ground in pain.

Qin Feng didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, whether he was regretful or excited.

But God doesn't care what he thinks. The thunderstorm has not ended yet, and no one can escape.

There was no chance for the cultivator to breathe. After a thunderbolt, lightning struck him again and again.

I don't know if it was because there were lightning-struck trees all around and this man had been struck once.

Originally, the lightning in the thunderstorm had no fixed landing point and fell randomly from the sky.

But since this man was struck once, three consecutive lightning strikes all fell on him accurately.

In pain, the man's body was already torn and even began to smoke.

Qin Feng could see that after the first lightning strike, this man was already a little bit overwhelmed. His spirit bones lit up, and his spirit power instantly covered his whole body, forming a barrier around his body.

However, this barrier only protected him for a moment, perhaps because his cultivation was not enough, or perhaps the first lightning strike had made it difficult for him to control himself.

At the moment when the second thunderbolt fell, the barrier on his body was shattered in the blink of an eye.

The skin was torn and the flesh was torn, which was only the least of his pain.

Qin Feng watched coldly. After the three thunders, the fourth thunder did not fall on him for the time being, but the thunderstorm had not stopped yet, and no one knew what would happen next.

"Why don't you help him?" Old Huang leaned against the tree and drank. I don't know if there was any mystery in his wine gourd. He never stopped drinking, but the small wine gourd seemed to be inexhaustible.

He had just woken up not long ago, but Qin Feng took him to avoid the thunder and lightning for a while, and the old man showed signs of drinking too much again.

Qin Feng looked at the monk struggling on the ground with an expressionless face, but said: "I asked him before the thunder fell, and I believe his answer now should be the same as that time."

Although he had been hit by three thunders, the monk should still have strength now, which can be seen from his struggling movements.

This strength is enough for him to crawl from the open space to the lightning-struck tree next to him.

But until now, the cultivator has not moved. Although he was twisted in pain on the ground, he did not leave his original position, as if waiting for the next thunderbolt to fall.

"Old man, I want to correct one thing now." Qin Feng turned his head and looked at Lao Huang: "People who come to the Sword Test Mountain are not here to take shortcuts. This road may not be a shortcut. It is to give it a try and use your life to earn a way out."

The Sword Test Mountain tests not only the cultivation and talent, but also the mind.

The cultivator in front of him is like this. If he didn't know what he was going to face when the first thunderbolt fell, then he should be completely awake when the next two thunderbolts fell.

When he still had the strength to spare, he could choose to retreat, but he didn't, which means that he had made up his mind to die and try to win a glimmer of life in this life-or-death situation.

Since it was his own decision, why did Qin Feng stop it?

This was the first thunderstorm Qin Feng encountered after arriving at the Sword Test Mountain, and it lasted for a whole hour.

During this period, the thunder roared, deafening, and there were flames and thunder everywhere, as if the world was going to be blown up.

After enduring five thunders, the cultivator finally lost all his strength and collapsed to the ground, looking like he had fainted.

After that, no more thunder struck him, but it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.

Qin Feng did not walk into the thunderstorm, but quietly waited for it to stop.

During this period, Lao Huang could not help but ask drunkenly: "Boy, why don't you go? You dare not take the thunder when you come to the Sword Test Mountain. Are you afraid?"

Qin Feng did not deny it, but looked up at the thunder and lightning that was constantly accumulating in the sky, and said: "The thunderstorm just now lasted for an hour,But the total number of thunderbolts that fell was not 9981..."

Hearing this, Old Huang, who was about to drink, paused with his hand holding the wine pot, as if he was a little surprised: "How many thunderbolts are you counting?"

Qin Feng turned his head and looked at Old Huang: "It is said that if you survive 9981 thunderbolts, you can ascend to become an immortal, but no one has been able to do it so far. Is it possible... that this thunderbolt is not that thunderbolt? "

Hearing this, Old Huang was slightly stunned.

But before Old Huang could ask anything, Qin Feng had already walked towards the cultivator.

The sky did not clear up after the thunderstorm, and rain clouds accumulated. After the thunder and lightning, there was a rainstorm.

Qin Feng walked in front of the cultivator and squatted down to check his injuries.

There were few pieces of good meat on the cultivator's body. Many parts of the skin and flesh had been burned, and blood was flowing from all seven orifices.

But when Qin Feng walked over, he was still breathing, his eyes were closed, and it seemed that he had fainted.

But if he just lay here like this, I'm afraid he would not be far from death.

At the same time, Qin Feng also found that these injuries caused by the thunder could not be healed by spiritual power.

Otherwise, even if the cultivator had fainted, his spiritual power would help him automatically repair the wound.

But these burnt skin and flesh had no tendency to heal at all, and it looked like it was getting worse.

"Alas. "

Qin Feng sighed, and finally took out a small bottle from his arms, poured out a pill from it, and stuffed it into the monk's mouth.

No matter whether he swallowed it or not, he dragged him to the side under the lightning-struck tree to avoid another thunderstorm before he woke up.

Then he returned to the tree: "Let's go, we should find others."

It is unknown where Gongsun Miao and the others are now, and whether they have escaped the thunderstorm.

Now Donggong Ya and Nan Hexuan have not been found, and they have been separated from Gongsun Miao again.

Old Huang got up drunk, and seeing Qin Feng leaving without waiting for him to turn around, he followed him chatteringly.

Finally, he turned his head and took a deep look at the monk lying under the lightning-struck tree...