Chapter 440: Hard Training [First Update! 】

Chapter 440

Boom!

The terrifying sound of thunder resounded, and in the dark sea of ​​thunder, a huge black god thunder of a hundred feet suddenly passed by. The thunder slurry boiled and was torn open a huge channel, and that The Black God Thunder was like a ferocious giant python, striking hard at the body of a tiny human figure in the sea of ​​thunder.

boom!

The thunder slurry within a hundred feet was blasted away, and the small figure was directly blasted up to a thousand feet. The arc of lightning jumped crazily on the surface of his body. His throat was sweet, and he could endure it with a mouthful of blood. It kept spraying out, and was immediately turned into nothingness by the thunder.

Muchen clutched his chest, his face was a little pale, his body was trembling slightly and rapidly, indescribable severe pain spread inside his body, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and his bones felt like they were being shattered. .

This Black God Thunder is really terrifying.

If it weren't for the fact that he now has a small form of thunder god body, plus he has a little resistance to the black god thunder, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to survive such a bombardment.

Muchen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with trembling palms, but before he could make a slight adjustment, the thunder resounded again in the sea of ​​thunder, and another huge black god's thunder stormed over, hitting him as fast as lightning. Physically.

Bang!

So he was blasted thousands of feet again, and the blood at the corner of his mouth became thicker.

There are too many black god thunders in this thunder sea, one after another, almost non-stop. The violent attacks make people almost breathless.

As for Muchen's body, he kept flying backwards in the bombardments. In the end, even his body showed a faint black color. That was due to the charred skin, and in the charred skin. There was still blood seeping out from his pores. It was obvious that his body had been completely destroyed by the black god's thunder.

Only then did Muchen clearly understand how terrifying his special training this time was.

Under those Black God Thunder bombardments, Muchen even vaguely felt the smell of death. This kind of special training can be called hell-level...

The current situation was cruel, but facing the bombardments and vomiting blood again and again, Muchen's eyes were obviously turning scarlet little by little. His breathing became heavier, and the severe pain in his body became thicker. After reaching a certain point, he became a little numb. A kind of abnormal pleasure after the severe pain reached the limit, rising up bit by bit, making much sense in Muchen's eyes quietly submerged.

In this world, if you want to gain stronger power, you need to make sacrifices that are unimaginable by ordinary people. Over the past year or so, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds. Ordinary people have only seen the scenery of his soaring, and how can they imagine it? In order to have this To create the power to take off, Muchen had to pay so much.

He fought against enemies whose strength far surpassed his own again and again, and wandered between life and death again and again... This life was only able to reach this point after experiencing many battles.

He had survived all those hardships, so how could he, Muchen, be made to admit defeat here in this special training?

Bloodshot threads crawled out of Muchen's eyes. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the huge black god thunder rushing from a distance. A roaring sound came from his throat, and thunder patterns flickered on his body. , he actually rushed out on his own initiative, like a mayfly shaking a big tree, and violently collided with the Black God Thunder.

Bang!

A loud sound resounded, waves of thunder and slurry swept away, and Muchen's figure flew out again.

Outside the thunder sea, Beiming Longkun stood with his hands behind his hands. He looked at the figure of the young man vomiting blood and flying backwards in the thunder sea. His old face was expressionless, but his eyes moved slightly. , Up to now, Muchen has withstood eighteen black god thunders. Attacks of that level would be quite strenuous even for a person who has survived the physical difficulties, but that young man has persisted.

With this perseverance and tenacity, even Beiming Longkun nodded slightly. Mu Chen was able to stand out from the Beicang Spiritual Academy in this year or so, and he did have his own merits.

"What a little lunatic. I don't want to kill you during this special training."

When Beiming Longkun saw that Muchen had once again withstood five black god thunders, he finally smiled helplessly. At this time, the latter was obviously at the end of his strength. If he continued to hold on, he might really be able to survive. Something happened.

Beiming Longkun moved and disappeared out of thin air. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Muchen. He waved his sleeves and dispersed the Black God Thunder that struck again, and said with a smile: "First You can withstand more than twenty Black God Thunders at one time. Not bad. Take out your Thunder God Lotus and nurse your injuries before you continue. This kind of practice is not just about enduring it with red eyes. You must continue to temper it. Only by being strong can we withstand it again and again."

Muchen smiled with difficulty, but just such a small movement made him feel as if his muscles were about to be torn apart, and the flesh and blood in his body were burning. However, he still raised his finger and summoned the Thunder God Lotus. He came out, and then lay on it limply, with his chest heaving, and then he gritted his teeth and sat up cross-legged with the severe pain. At this time, the inside of his body was completely destroyed by the Black God's thunder, and it had to be repaired as soon as possible.

Tsk tsk.

Black thunder arcs were beating on the surface of Muchen's body. At this time, the power of the black divine thunder continued to penetrate into Muchen's body, hammering the damaged body.

Although the severe pain was spreading, Muchen could faintly feel that when the severe pain spread, it seemed that the muscles, bones, and blood had quietly become hotter. That was a kind of power. It was growing slightly, and it was obvious that the previous crazy bombardment had not only brought severe pain and injuries to him.

His body also became stronger bit by bit under that kind of bombardment.

Although the magnitude of this enhancement is extremely small, as long as it accumulates like this, Muchen believes that there will eventually be a qualitative change.

The half-year-long practice has just begun.

Muchen sat cross-legged on the Thunder God Lotus. About half an hour later, he opened his eyes again. Some of the burnt black spots on his body fell off, revealing his fair skin again, but this fairness was not weak. There is quite terrifying power underneath.

Muchen wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. Although there was still a tearing pain in his body, he endured it without even shaking his face.

He stood up from the Thunder God Lotus a little staggeringly, and actually wanted to go out and fight hand-to-hand with the Black God Thunder.

Beiming Longkun looked at him, frowned, and said: "You kid, you are too desperate... Your mother is not a simple person, why don't you help me? With her help, now you How can you achieve this?"

"My mother is not simple, but my father is very simple." Muchen smiled and said softly.

Beiming Longkun was startled, then nodded slightly and said: "I see... It seems that your mother has such an identity, which is not a good thing for you."

He seemed to know something, and when he looked at Muchen, he sighed more. With that clan's surname, I'm afraid they couldn't tolerate this little guy. No wonder his mother couldn't stay by his side... .

"But I promised my father that one day I would bring my mother back." Muchen said slowly.

Beiming Longkun shook his head and said: "This is better than even your mother can do...otherwise, she wouldn't have left you."

Muchen raised his head, looked at the dark sea of ​​thunder, and seemed to smile.

"In this case, then I will become stronger than my mother, strong enough to crush the thing that lies between us!"

Muchen raised his head, opened his arms, and laughed. Then he moved and rushed out again. His laughter echoed in the sea of ​​thunder, and his spiritual power exploded. Suddenly, the sea of ​​thunder surged, and there were another huge black god. Thunder swept over madly.

Beiming Longkun looked at the slender and thin body of the young man in the distance, and smiled slightly. This little guy is not low-spirited, but that clan is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Looking at the entire world, it is all heavy. It exists...but who can tell clearly what the young man in front of him will achieve in the future?

...

This is a hazy world. The spiritual power between heaven and earth is so majestic that it is almost terrifying. The spiritual power of heaven and earth condenses in this space, forming a particularly terrifying spiritual pressure. Therefore, in this space , except for mountains, all other plants grow extremely short, but are extremely strong.

The air here seems to be a hundred times heavier than the outside world.

In the silent world of spiritual power, heavy and slow footsteps could be heard in the distance. Looking around, I could see only a few figures, approaching from far away, walking towards the distance step by step.

It was a group of boys and girls. At this time, they were all clenching their teeth and their bodies were slightly stooped. The spiritual power in their bodies was suppressed by the terrible pressure as soon as they entered this space, and they were like a pool of stagnant water. They move extremely slowly, and every step they take will consume a lot of strength.

That terrible pressure made their bodies weigh as much as a thousand pounds.

"Is this Beicangmen? It's so damn torture... I can hardly bear it!" Zhao Qingshan's face was pale, his steps were staggering, his clothes were wet with sweat, and the soreness in his body made him feel uncomfortable. He was so exhausted that he even felt dizzy in his mind.

Although there is no terrible attack, just continuing like this is enough for a person to collapse.

In front of him, Shen Cangsheng and Li Xuantong were also sweating profusely and their lips were chapped. After entering Beicangmen, they kept walking like this. It was as quiet as death here. If they hadn't set off together as a group, I'm afraid I really can't hold it any longer.

"Half a year of training has just begun." Li Xuantong said in a hoarse voice: "How can it be so easy to gain strength? If you can't hold on anymore, just crush the jade talisman, and Elder Zhutian and the others will take you out. "

Zhao Qingshan gave a bitter smile and said: "I'm not saying that I won't persist, but let's take a rest for a while? If we continue walking, I feel like my body will be crushed..."

Mu Fengyang and others looked at each other and nodded.

Shen Cangsheng and Li Xuantong looked at it and were a little hesitant.

However, while they were hesitating, the girl in black dress who had been following behind them passed by them silently. She held the long sword in her jade hand and walked towards the distance step by step. Sweat fell down her jade hand, and she That long sword was completely wet.

Li Xuantong looked at the beautiful side face. The girl was biting her red lips tightly. Her eyes were as stubborn and persistent as they were many years ago, which made people's hearts move.

"Let's go."

He sighed softly and followed with heavy steps.

Zhao Qingshan and the others smiled helplessly. Even a girl persisted. It seemed too shameful for them to stop. They could only wailed in their hearts. The group of people withstood the terrifying pressure of spiritual power and started again. Move forward slowly. (To be continued.)