In my mind, the ten halls, either sideways or right, are all clearly marked, corresponding to the ten thunders.
The remaining halls, about forty-one in size, are still shrouded in the fairy mist, especially the five in the middle, whose outlines are not clear.
Driven by curiosity, Ling Muyun concentrated on seeing clearly, but found nothing except the pain in his head that felt like it was exploding.
I tried several times, but to no avail, and ended up with a splitting headache.
Ling Muyun did not dare to try it easily, so he sat cross-legged, pulling the energy of heaven and earth, and moving around the sky to replenish the energy.
Then he picked up the dried meat that had turned into charcoal on the ground, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it wholeheartedly, cheating his stomach.
Explore the center of the thunder pool again.
Although he thought he had figured out the rules and avoided most attacks, Ling Muyun still suffered dozens of lightning strikes.
The newly healed wound oozed blood again, dripping all the way.
The center of the Lei Pond is a mile away. On the surface, it looks calm, and you can even feel the warm breeze, like the gentle spring breeze.
But Ling Muyun stopped abruptly.
A strong coercion rushed towards his face.
Without thinking too much, Ling Muyun had no doubt that even if there was no thunder in front of him, he would not reach the center of the thunder pool under this pressure.
"Why do you feel like this?"
"It stands to reason, shouldn't it be layer by layer? How can the gap at this level be so big? Is there a faint illusion of death?"
Ling Muyun felt this pressure carefully. The more he understood it, the more frightened he became.
When he was at his wits' end, Ling Muyun's eyes fell not far away.
"Huh? Is there an iron spirit in front of you?"
A piece of glass the size of a palm, as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the light of thunder and lightning.
"I use my body skills to quickly approach, take it and then withdraw it! Firstly, I can test the thunder power in front, and secondly, I can also get the iron spirit."
Calculating secretly in his heart, Ling Muyun took the thunder in his palm and swung it out casually.
Then he gritted his teeth and rushed towards Tie Jing, regardless of where the thunderbolt in his palm landed.
"boom!"
A few feet away from Ling Muyun, the thunderbolt in his palm was still flying in the air when it was hit by a black lightning.
"boom!"
Ling Muyun was shaken out of the thunder net by the powerful black thunder, and fell to the ground until he reached the outside of the four beasts' evil-suppressing formation.
"It's just the residual power..."
If the black thunder hits him, I'm afraid not even the scum will be left.
"I hope Zhuge Qing's reward is worth the risk I take."
A simple inspection of his body revealed that his internal organs had been displaced, his true energy was gone, and even a few of his ribs were broken.
Especially my eyelids, which felt heavy for no reason, making me want to close them immediately and fall into a deep sleep.
But in this world of ice and snow, if I close my eyes, I can no longer open them.
Pulling himself together, Ling Muyun spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood, which made him even more dazed.
"can not sleep!"
Gritting his teeth, he pressed his hands on his ribs. The pain from his soul stirred him up: "I am a man whose body has been tempered by thunder and lightning."
Struggling to cross one's legs, feeling the energy of heaven and earth, bringing it into the whole body: "I haven't done this kind of thing for a long time."
…
There are no years in the mountains, but there are thousands of years in the world.
Ling Muyun had been in that mysterious and mysterious state until his stomach protested.
The charcoal-like dried meat had been drained of the last trace of energy, and a strong sense of hunger came like a tide.
Opening his eyes, the thunder behind him was still raging, and "Grand Master Thunder Zhengfa" and Mo Ren were lying quietly beside them.
Ling Muyun stood up and picked up the dried meat scattered not far away one by one. He didn't dislike it and stuffed it into his mouth haphazardly.
When he felt full, he picked up the strip of cloth left on the ground and made some gestures to his body.
Tear it carefully again to cover the key parts of the body.
Although it is unsightly, it does not mean that you are naked.
"We don't have much meat left. We may be able to insist on returning to Shenxiandu, but how will Gangfeng get there?"
Ling Muyun looked around again. Under the thunder, it was all dust, not even a complete stone.
Beyond the scope of the thunder pool, there is the glacier of Gangfeng and Snow. The two pieces of cloth on the body cannot even play a decorative role, let alone protect against the severe cold.
Seems to be stuck in a dilemma.
"Everyone is dead before and after. If you go around the Lei Pond, there might be life!" Ling Muyun could only place his hope on the surroundings of the Lei Pond. It was neither too cold nor thunderous like black thunder, which could endanger his life at any time.
The distance was more than twenty miles, and the walking was not slow. Occasionally, when thunder and lightning struck, Ling Muyun always took the lead to avoid it.
After being hit by a few more divine thunders, his body was fine, but his whole body was really missing.
After going around, the cold wind howled on the north side, and there were cliffs on the east and west sides.
The thunder pool is like a pass, which can be blocked by one man but cannot be opened by ten thousand men.
Of course, it was not without gain. A piece of rotten wood was dug out from the ground by Ling Muyun.
The ink blade was sharp, and he carved it carefully, then tied it with the only strip of cloth. Ling Muyun put on a heavy wooden coat that looked like armor.
Even the bark was not wasted, and a pair of shoes did not fit very well.
To be honest, Ling Muyun's carving skills are really not good enough.
So much so that he looked at the shoes in his hands and fell into deep thought.
I still remember that when I was very young, the moat of Dingbeicheng was frozen, and Ling Muyun slipped on it many times.
With an idea, Ling Muyun walked out of the thunder pool, tied his shoes to his feet, bent over, holding the scabbard in his right hand and the handle of the knife in his left hand.
Taking advantage of the north wind, slide your hands hard.
It was surprisingly fast.
Especially after the "shoes" are stained with ice and snow, even the initial obstacles are gone.
What was difficult at first turned into a skiing trip, which made Ling Muyun very happy.
If it weren't for the fact that the wooden clothes couldn't block the cold wind, Ling Muyun would have even wished that the journey would have been longer.
Passing through the Zhengyang Gate, passing by the Tongtian Pillar, and heading south, within a few hours, the Immortal Crossing was already in sight.
Ling Muyun used his palm thunder in advance and threw it towards the city wall.
"boom!"
Thunder bursts.
In no time, the walls of Shenxiandu City were filled with people.
"Isn't that Ling Muyun?" Zhuge Qing said in surprise: "Why are you dressed like this?"
"I thought there was some new variety." The Northwest King motioned for the chariot to go back.
"Master Ling, I'll throw down the rope and pull you up!" Tu Haojie shouted to the people below, then turned around to find the rope.
Shenxiandu is very large and does not connect to the north and west. It is indeed more practical to go around it than to climb it directly.
"Zhuge Qing, why don't you use magic to pull me up?"
Ling Muyun pulled off the wooden clothes on his body, put the big cloak around him, and complained about Zhuge Qing.
His already frozen hands were still holding on to the rope, so it was normal to feel resentful.
"Brother Ling, I am not that capable of reaching the sky at a distance of a hundred feet!"
When going down to the city, beside Zhuge Qing, he was carried down and up by the wind. With this distance of a hundred feet, trying to use magic to lift someone up was like using magic to move a mountain.
"Okay, okay, go back and take a hot shower. I'll have someone warm up the wine and have a few more drinks to warm up your body." Tu Haojie put his arm around Ling Muyun's shoulders: "This month, we thought you... "
"One month?" Ling Muyun looked at Tu Haojie in surprise.
"So there is still a holiday? The New Year has passed! This month, it has been calm, and not even the blue beast has come! I wonder if aliens also celebrate the New Year."
Tu Haojie was talking nonstop and suddenly glanced at Ling Muyun's hair and eyebrows: "When you showed up, the guards thought there was a new alien race."
