Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation

In the mind, the suddenness of the highest Thunder is very clear, and it is deeply engraved in the mind with only one glance, and can no longer be forgotten.

Xiao Chen himself wants a thunderous mood, and when he merges and merges into this Thunderbolt, he encounters many sufferings.

The power of artistic conception is invisible. It is not easy to first pile up intangibles.

It’s like it’s easy to put a bunch of loose sand and build it up.

After several trials, the thunderous mood of the cage was like a pile of ugly mud, and the gods were afraid of it. When they let go, they immediately turned into a pile of loose sand.

Fantasy is wonderful, reality is very skinny, it is the situation that Xiao Chen is now encountering.

Sometimes a lot of things, when you think about it yourself, you are half excited and excited. I feel that it will be perfect, and I will be surprised by the world before.

When you can actually do it yourself, you will find that a group of messy thoughts and perfect thoughts in your heart can’t be started.

"Awful, failed!"

Thousands of efforts, in exchange for no results, Xiao Chen heart completely irritated, opened his eyes, facing the golden lake is a punch.

When the lake is awkward, it will make up a thousand feet of water, golden light glass, like a sword, shining with glory.

This punch will make Xiao Chen fail hundreds of times, and the accumulated anger and irritability will all go out. Even in a calm person, there is no real temper, and Xiao Chen is no exception.

The lake suddenly landed, the microwave rippled, and the ups and downs, and then calmed down again, it looked like a flat light mirror.

There is no such thing in the world, it can be like water, so inclusive and soft.

Standing in a higher place, the water will flow to a lower place, passing along the way, the ground is dirty, and only the water will absorb it silently.

In a low-lying place, only the water will be shocked. No matter what the outside world is, after all the calm, it will be neat and tidy. Without any drop of water, you will not be able to stand alone and jump out alone.

If you put a pile of sand into the lake, if there is no external force, there will always be a few places, the pits are uneven, and the height is different.

Xiao Chen looked at the golden lake below, the irritated heart, calmed down a little bit, and restrained the excitement.

From the calm analysis, the roots of the previous thousand failures are exactly where.

Closed eyes and thoughts, Xiao Chen enters the realm of selflessness, and throws away all the excitement and blood of the empty.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked back at the calm lake. In the eyes, there was a flash of color.

"The sand is impossible to form, the individual thunder mood, it is impossible to force together, you must add another object, such as water."

The sand is indeed not strong, but if you mix water and sand, there is no problem in building a castle that does not fall.

If the power of artistic conception is compared to sand, what is water?

Xiao Chen whispered to himself, some problems, gradually clearing up, knowing what is most in the sea, naturally it is the vast spiritual power.

Only by blending the spirit and the thunder of the mood can we be truly close together, and the gods will be fearful and unbreakable.

Thinking of the solution to the problem, Xiao Chen's mood, as always, calm, directly do it, excitement and joy or wait until after the event.

Close your eyes, and the power of the sand-like artistic conception, once again joined by Xiao Chen, formed a ugly "slurry mud", this mud is still a touch that will be scattered at any time.

Xiao Chen is not discouraged, and will inject a spiritual force, such as water.

Hey!

In my mind, a slight humming sound suddenly sounded, and the "sludge" that the group would have to scatter at any time. Under the infusion of spiritual strength, a little bit of a close connection, tightly embraced together.

Xiao Chen’s face showed a faint smile. Sure enough, his thoughts and guesses were not wrong. The Thunder’s artistic conception is sand, and the spiritual power is a clear water. The combination of the two can achieve true perfection.

Keeping up with each other, Xiao Chen will gather his own extreme thunder and artistic conception, and the same thing will become more and more huge.

At the same time, the spiritual power in the sea is also infiltrated bit by bit, and the two perfectly fit together.

When all the Thunder moods will be caged, Xiao Chen’s heart will be turned into a human form, and he will directly enter the sea of ​​knowledge and sit on the **** throne.

Reaching out, a purple "mud" with spiritual and thundery mood, flew to his front.

Xiao Chen stood up from the throne and recalled the touch of the Thunderbolt and began to polish it slowly.

The rough mud mass, with the grinding of Xiao Chen, became a little bit refined, and slowly there was a faint wrinkle.

It seems that at the very least, it is like a symbol, and it will not be mistaken for mud.

The fairy tale on the thunder of the goddess, Xiao Chen does not understand or draw, but does not need to draw a complete picture, after all, he is not to create a magical symbol.

There was no such thing in the first place, and there was no material in the second. He only wanted to use this as an opportunity to create the Thunder will in the world.

If you think about it, Xiao Chen knows what he should portray on it. He wants to portray the immortal attributes.

Here is the spiritual world. He stretches his hand and puts a pen out of his hand.

With the action of Xiao Chen, the boundless world of the sea, all kinds of earth-shattering visions, constantly flashing out.

The volcanic eruption, the lightning and thunder, the whistling of the ocean, the collapse of the snowy shore, the change of the world, the moment, there is no peace.

Only Xiao Chen, standing on the throne of blood, the look is not shocking, let the vision of how horrible, a stroke, I write immortal!

The immortal lines, on the purple crepe wrinkles, are linked together a little, with the final completion of Xiao Chen.

On the rough wrinkles, there is a glimpse of the charm in the air, and the world of the sea of ​​discoloration of the wind and clouds has stopped the change at this moment. Only one symbol and eternal immortality between heaven and earth.

The mind quits the world of the sea, and Xiao Chen opens his eyes. The light in the eyebrows flashes, and the purple symbol wrinkles will fly out.

At this moment, the artistic conception is still the artistic conception, the mental strength or the mental strength. The two are only combined together, the will does not appear, and the last breath is still worse.

Xiao Chen looked calm and bite his teeth. Zhangkou was a blood of his life and spit out.

Hey!

Blood infiltrated into the symbol, and immediately burst into a strange light, Xiao Chen's heart and flesh and blood, at this moment, completely connected with this symbol.

One glory and one glory.

The last thing that the will is poor is completely completed. It will be completely sublimated and become the only immortal will of the world.

When Guanghua circulates, there is no longer the meaning of bleakness. As long as Xiao Chen does not die, the will will shine, and it will never die.

"not enough!"

Xiao Chen’s eyes were firm and he looked at the gods who were wrapped in light groups and hidden in the small world. They reached out and pointed at them. The light group immediately broke through the thin holes of a finger.

Hey!

The thunderbolt that was shot out of the air, passing by Xiao Chen, was in the middle of the sky, the flashing purple symbol.

The golden thunder hit the top, and Xiao Chen immediately groaned in pain, as if he had hit him, and he did not want to live.

Jade does not mean that the sword is not good, so why not kill the sword!

The new will of the Thunder must accept the baptism of the peerless thunder, in order to truly wash the lead and achieve glory.

In the boundless pain, Xiao Chen’s eyes, but did not give up a hint of meaning, reached out and opened a hole, and released a golden thunder.

The figure is flashing, and Xiao Chen shot 999 times, so that the new Thunder will be a symbol of the baptism of the ninety-one peers.

When I don’t know when, I got out of the bottom of the lake and looked at Xiao Chen, who was in pain in the air. The look was quite complicated. The scene in front of me was so similar to the scene many years ago.

Time flies for a thousand years, the background of the picture remains unchanged, and the faces of Lei Di and Xiao Chen are constantly changing in front of Jiao Jiao.

She stared at her, and her face was fixed. It was a handsome and handsome, not a handsome teenager. It belonged to the face of Lei Di and never flashed again.

The legends of the past and the eternal glory let it flow through the long river of history. If you are ambitions and never give up, you will create more brilliant myths.