Chapter 652: Thunder From Heaven (10,000)

This time, a long time passed.

Is today the seventh or the eighth day?

Philomena could not remember clearly, she only knew that since Ron stood on the top of the mountain, the whole person seemed to be completely in a trance, motionless from beginning to end!

He seemed to have become a real statue.

No one knew what caused it, but the weather in the Dusk Continent has become more and more chaotic and unpredictable in recent years.

The north of the Dusk Continent ushered in a cold wave that has not been seen in a thousand years, with wind and snow all over the sky. The long-term ultra-low temperature has frozen countless lives to death; the south of the Dusk Continent ushered in an unprecedented rainstorm. It is said that large and small rains have been falling for more than a hundred days and months, and the floods are surging. Countless cities and towns are submerged by turbid floods.

The eastern part of the Dusk Continent is in a desperate drought. It seems that there has not been a drop of rain for nearly half a year. All the crops in the fields have dried up, and even the originally dense forests are withering in patches. The silt at the bottom of the river that used to rush endlessly can now be clearly seen, and the paddy fields that were once full are covered with finger-wide cracks.

The western part of the Dusk Continent is full of strong winds all year round, which blow up the dust on the ground and cover the sky.

This world is not good, nor is it good weather. Disasters such as floods and droughts also occur from time to time, but there has never been a time as abnormal as the recent period, as if all the disasters were gathered together at once and a big outbreak occurred.

Whenever Philomena thinks of this, her brows are furrowed.

The frequent occurrence of abnormal extreme weather seems to be a symbol of something bad.

Nowadays, there are even rumors of the coming of the end of the world on the Dusk Continent.

There are also many people who are good at doing things. They have established one religion after another, taking the opportunity to promote their beliefs and recruit believers. They have even created things like the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, which are so detailed.

However, this kind of extreme weather feels really bad.

Just like the Dulles Mountains.

For seven or eight days, the wind and snow have never stopped.

The cave that Philomena dug was originally halfway up a small hill, but now the snow has almost flooded the door. If it continues like this, I am afraid that the entrance of the cave will be blocked.

Sighing, Philomena suppressed these messy thoughts in her heart, and then raised her head to look across.

The snow was flying and the sky was vast.

Even with Philomena's strength, her vision was involuntarily severely obstructed.

Philomena couldn't even see Ron anymore. She could only vaguely see a pale shadow quietly staying on the top of the mountain thousands of meters away.

That shadow, which no longer looked like a human being, was more like a cylindrical ice sculpture.

The thick snow had completely buried Ron.

For seven or eight days, Ron had not moved at all.

Even his breathing had disappeared, and his chest no longer rose and fell. He seemed to have become a pure dead man.

Philomena didn't know why Ron did this. Even if he wanted to adjust the state of his body and soul, did he really need to do this?

What's more exaggerated is that Philomena didn't even understand how long this state would last and when it would end.

Time passed by minute by minute, and before he knew it, more than half a month had slipped away quietly. Ron on the top of the mountain was still motionless. Even though Philomena was full of confidence in Ron, she couldn't help but worry at this moment.

Could there be something wrong with Ron?

When this thought came to her mind, Philomena could no longer control herself. Her brows knitted tightly together, and she finally sat up from the ground. She raised her hand to push away the snow that had blocked half of the cave entrance. As soon as she stepped out of the cave...

Huh!

An extremely cold wind swept over in an instant.

The snowflakes were swept by the cold wind and hit Philomena's face, even making Philomena feel a burning pain on her cheeks.

Subconsciously, Philomena's face changed slightly. She keenly felt that this gust of wind seemed to be a little bit wrong. It seemed that there was some very special power in the wind. Even the snowflakes in the air were even better than the top magic weapons on the Dusk Continent.

Even with Philomena's strength, the places on her skin where the snowflakes scratched were faintly covered with red marks.

That's not all. After a little perception, Philomena was even more surprised to find that the energy above the entire Dulles Mountains had become extremely chaotic. If you look closely, you can even see several large and small vortices in the air.

It's not night now.

But the whole world is gloomy.

Looking up, I don't know when it was not just heavy snow above my head, but also thick dark clouds floating in the sky. The dark clouds were extremely thick, like black ink.

And the location of the dark clouds seemed... just above Ron's head.

Amid the raging wind, the dark clouds were also slowly creeping.

From time to time, two groups of thick dark clouds would collide with each other, and the next moment, there would be a crisp sound.

A blue thunderbolt in the shape of a tree branch appeared out of thin air.

Crack...

Crack...

Crack!

Thunder flashed, and the whole world was flickering, only becoming more and more eerie.

Philomena's body trembled uncontrollably, her lips were trembling constantly, her pretty face was pale, without a trace of blood, and her teeth made a crackling sound under the violent collision.

A layer of goose bumps, even in the blink of an eye, spread all over her body.

Fear.

A strong sense of fear directly surged into Philomena's heart.

It can't be wrong.

This feeling is absolutely not wrong.

This is the precursor of the thunder.

Ron, is about to usher in the most important and most dangerous moment in his life. A thousand years ago, the picture of his invincible father in the world, turned to ashes under the rolling thunder, flashed in his mind uncontrollably.

She was afraid, she didn't want Ron to become like that.

Under the strong impulse deep in her heart, Philomena instantly became a little out of control, her legs seemed to have completely lost control, took a step, and rushed out of the cave, she wanted to stop Ron.

However, just when Philomena had left two rows of footprints on the thick snow, Philomena suddenly stopped.

She stood still with her fists clenched.

She knew that this was what Ron wanted to do, even if it was very dangerous, but she had no right to stop it.

Philomena understood more clearly what kind of enemy Ron, she, and them had to face. In this case, every bit of strength was a chance to survive.

She couldn't stop Ron, and even said that in the near future, no matter how scared she was in her heart, she had to go through it all.

There was only the sound of violent panting in her throat. Philomena finally controlled her emotions, took a deep breath, raised her head and silently looked at the figure on the top of the mountain. Now all she could do was pray for him in her heart.

The dark clouds became deeper and more depressing.

The layers of dark clouds intertwined together, like a black hole formed by a piece of hollowing out in the sky.

Invisible pressure was released from the sky.

Philomena even felt the Dulles Mountains under her feet trembling.

Her legs were under indescribable horrible pressure, and the friction between her bones made a strange creaking sound. Under this mighty force, she even had the urge to crawl on the ground and confess her sins.

Sweat beads as big as beans kept rolling down Philomena's forehead and fell into her eyes, burning with pain.

This was just a precursor to the thunder, but it had already produced such a scary aura. If the real thunder fell, how terrifying would it be?

Philomena didn't even dare to imagine it.

Bang.

At this moment, a dull sound suddenly came from the opposite hilltop.

This sound made Philomena shudder, thinking that the thunder had finally hit her. As if it was pure instinct, her eyes looked towards the opposite side.

But when she saw the situation on the opposite hill, Philomena let out a heavy sigh.

Fortunately, it was not a thunderbolt, but Ron finally woke up from his meditation and shattered the snow on his body.

Before Philomena could feel relieved, at this moment, she suddenly found that Ron on the opposite hill seemed to have made a strange move. He stretched out his right hand towards the sky, to be precise, towards the thick dark clouds and the existence behind the dark clouds.

The strong wind and flying snow seriously affected Philomena's vision. She couldn't help rubbing her eyes and infusing her strength into her eyes. The next second, everything in front of her became clear. Her sight easily passed through the obstruction of the flying snow and saw every move of Ron.

Just after Ron stretched his right hand to the sky, he saw this man slowly bend his thumb, bend his index finger, ring finger and pinky finger, and only raise a middle finger.

The simple Philomena didn't know what this gesture meant, but she was inexplicably upset. In this gesture, she felt a strong sense of provocation, and for a moment she even had the urge to rush up and beat Ron up.

This surprised Philomena. You know, she is a master of the Destruction Realm, and her self-control ability is very strong, but this mere gesture can actually cause her emotional fluctuations?

Could it be that there is a special power hidden in this gesture?

Thinking of this, Philomena subconsciously stretched out her hand to make this gesture. I don't know why, looking at her raised middle finger, Philomena felt a strong sense of self-loathing in her heart, and even wanted to cut off her finger.

Obviously, Ron's provocation is quite useful.

Although there is only a thick dark cloud above Ron's head, the dark cloud is obviously angry.

Or, it is the manipulator behind the dark cloud who is angry.

Ron can even imagine the frustrated look of the repairman hiding behind the dark cloud.

Roar.

Ron didn't know if it was an illusion, but he even felt that he heard an extremely angry roar in his ears.

Then, he saw two violently rolling dark clouds suddenly collided with each other.

Boom... Crack.

In an instant, a dazzling light suddenly appeared.

That light was much more dazzling than the previous thunderbolt, and the sky was covered with a layer of bright color.

Even the whole world trembled.

Invisible pressure poured down from the sky like a tsunami. The Dulles Mountains, which spread for dozens of kilometers, seemed unable to withstand this power of heaven and earth, and began to tremble violently.

Ron could clearly feel that the thousand-meter-high mountain below his feet was shaking uncontrollably.

The lightning was like a towering tree that had lost its leaves. The forked lightning beams were densely packed and criss-crossed, as if a huge power grid appeared out of thin air in mid-air, and the main pole of the power grid was in a Z shape. At an unprecedented speed, he slashed down at Ron.

That scene, that power, can truly be called heaven-destroying.

Ron's eyes also shrank suddenly. Seeing the lightning falling, there was not only no fear in his eyes, but even uncontrollable excitement.

Heavenly Thunder, this is Heavenly Thunder.

finally come.

The next moment, Ron suddenly opened his mouth and let out a loud roar.

Facing the thunder falling from the sky, Ron did not dodge or use any defensive magic. He just opened his mouth forcefully, and his body even flew towards the lightning in the sky.

Seeing the moment when the thunder was about to hit Ron, Ron's body suddenly mutated, and he saw a bloody mouth appearing out of thin air, like a gluttonous beast from the wilderness.

With a roar, Thunder was swallowed up in one gulp.

hiss.

On the ground, Philomena's body was trembling when she saw this scene. The expression on her face was so weird that she didn't even know how to describe her feelings.

If she hadn't seen this scene with her own eyes, Philomena would have even wondered if there was something wrong with her eyes. Ron, this guy, actually ate Tianlei?

Are you kidding? This is thunder from heaven. It is thunder from heaven.

Is it a thunder that can easily blow up a cultivator in the realm of destruction into flying ash, and make a blasphemer irrecoverable, just to be eaten like this?

Could this guy Ron be the reincarnation of some ancient ferocious beast?

Too exaggerated?

For a moment, Philomena was stunned, her little mouth opened so wide that she could almost swallow a hard-boiled egg.

Especially when I think about the fear that made my soul tremble when the first thunder struck down, and then look at Ron's current appearance, Philomena's expression is particularly wonderful.

On the top of the mountain, in mid-air, Ron's body still stayed there.

Swallowing the first thunderbolt in one mouthful, the energy contained in the thunderbolt did not violently tear Ron's body into pieces. Ron's body only expanded suddenly and returned to normal immediately.

But lightning still seeped out of Ron's body. For a while, Ron's whole body was surrounded by purple arcs of electricity, densely packed, and the hair on his head seemed to be stimulated by the electric current, and stood straight. The hairstyle looks very energetic.

Crack, crackle, chila, chila...

The arc is jumping.

The power of the sky thunder is tempering Ron's body from the inside out.

Every cell in the whole body is activated in all directions. Every second, these cells go through several rounds of destruction and rebirth.

The corners of Ron's mouth couldn't help but curve. He could clearly feel that his physical strength was rapidly increasing in this short period of time.

When the arc disappeared, Ron found that his physical strength had increased by at least 30% compared to before.

Thirty percent may not sound like much, but for a practitioner of Ron's level, it can directly strengthen the physical body by 30%, which can definitely be called a transformation.

Even Ron's soul, which was far stronger than the physical body, no longer had such a strong rejection of the physical body at this time.

This is Ron's plan. He wants to use the thunder that everyone fears as his whetstone. Of course, he knows that this process is not easy. Some beings will definitely not let him get through this easily. close.

However, Ron is confident that he can face all challenges.

In the sky, the dark clouds, which looked like a huge piece of rotting meat, suddenly paused and seemed to be shocked by Ron's operation.

Immediately afterwards, as if being stimulated and provoked, the dark clouds rolled violently again, and the dark clouds became entangled together, as if they had really turned into a huge mountain of meat.

The meat mountain was still gradually expanding, becoming bigger and bigger. Just when the meat mountain expanded to the limit, it suddenly shrank again.

It was like a heart beating suddenly.

At the moment when the heart was beating, another thunder tore through the sky that had just recovered a little.

This time, the lightning was even more exaggerated than before, as if it were a sky-swallowing python, falling suddenly.

The lightning, which was more than ten meters thick, was like a beam of light reaching the sky, illuminating the entire world with a dazzling brightness.

Even a fool can see that the power of lightning is not comparable to the first thunder, which is at least twice as powerful.

But Ron's face remained calm, and he didn't even bother to change his response. He opened his mouth and rushed towards Tian Lei again.

Boom!

The earth-shattering roar stopped abruptly at the moment when it almost broke Philomena's eardrums.

Shocking and shocking, Ron swallowed him in one gulp again.

The violent impact also caused Ron's body to fall completely out of control, and he fell rapidly, until he finally stopped when he was about to hit the top of the mountain.

Ron panted slightly, some cracks appeared on the surface of his body, and the capillaries all over his body were almost shattered. A layer of blood mist appeared around his body, but with a breath of Ron, all the blood mist entered Ron's body again.

Dense arcs appeared on the surface of Ron's body again, and Ron's body once again welcomed the tempering of the thunder.

The body is really getting stronger and stronger.

That feeling made Ron excited.

But this excitement did not last too long. Just when Ron had just digested the second thunder, only a short quarter of an hour had passed, the meat mountain transformed by the dark clouds in the sky began to expand again.

The frequency of the thunder seemed to speed up.

After the first thunder struck, it took half an hour before the second thunder came.

And this time, the interval was directly shortened to a quarter of an hour.

No, that's not right.

It's not that the interval of the thunder is shortened.

It's that the power required to absorb the thunder is extended.

Ron quickly figured this out, and his eyes were fixed on the sky from beginning to end. When the third thunder appeared, Ron's body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

This time, the thunder looked even more exaggerated than before.

The thunder of more than ten feet, with a large area of ​​azure blue and purple, directly covered the entire mountain.

Ron couldn't help but feel a little fear in his heart.

But this fear was quickly suppressed by Ron. He suddenly let out a long roar, and his body, which had just fallen, rose against the trend again, approaching the thunder in the air.

Boom... Crack!

Chapter 2 is here