Chapter 773: 1 Prosperity, 1 Loss

( ) In order to transform the artistic conception of Thunder into will, a point is needed to completely concentrate the scattered and vague artistic conception.

And this point was finally found by Xiao Chen, which is the supreme thunder talisman in that small world.

Originally vague and hazy, the artistic conception of thunder, under Xiao Chen's deliberate portrayal, was collected and blended bit by bit. The initial shape is like a ball of mud, which has nothing to do with talisman seals at all.

And it shatters at every turn. If you want an impatient person to do this, I'm afraid you will have to give up after a while.

Xiao Chen was not impatient at all, his mood was completely filled with excitement and excitement at the moment, he didn't know how Lei Di comprehended his will.

But he can be sure that Lei Di will never recognize that it is a talisman, it is a magic treasure left by the strongest immortal in the Immortal Era, otherwise Ao Jiao would not call it a divine thunder.

The will of Thunder that he is about to comprehend is not only different from Lei Di's will, but also unique in the entire Kunlun world.

In my mind, the sudden appearance of that Supreme Thunder Talisman was very clear, and it was deeply engraved in my mind after just one glance, and I could never forget it.

But when Xiao Chen wanted the artistic conception of thunder, he encountered many difficulties when he assembled and simulated it into this thunder talisman.

The power of artistic conception is invisible and shadowless, and it is not easy to pile up the invisible things first.

It's like trying to form a pile of loose sand into a pile, it's not easy.

After a few experiments, the thunderous artistic conception gathered together is like a pile of ugly mud, which is afraid of death, and it immediately turns into a pile of loose sand as soon as it is let go.

The fantasy is wonderful, but the reality is very skinny, which is the situation Xiao Chen encounters now.

Sometimes there are many things, when you think about them in your heart, you are half-deadly excited and your blood boils. I think it will be perfect, it will be unprecedented, and it will amaze the world.

But when you really do it yourself, you will find that there is no way to start with the perfect idea in your heart.

"Damn it, failed again!"

Thousands of efforts, but nothing came of it. Xiao Chen became completely agitated, opened his eyes, and punched the golden lake water.

With a bang of the lake water, a thousand-foot water column rose up, golden light glazed,

Like a sword, shining with glory.

Xiao Chen's accumulated anger and irritability after thousands of failures were thrown out by this punch. Even among calm people, they are not really temperless, and Xiao Chen is no exception.

The lake water crashed to the ground, rippling with microwaves, ups and downs, and then returned to calm after a while, looking like a smooth light mirror.

There is no object in the world that can be as tolerant and gentle as water.

No matter how high you stand, the water will flow to the lower place. If you walk along the way, only the water will silently absorb the dirt on the ground.

In a low-lying place, only the water will be calm. No matter what the outside world is, after everything is calm, it will be neat and tidy, and no drop of water will be unable to stand alone and jump out alone.

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

Looking at the golden lake below, Xiao Chen calmed down little by little with his irritable heart, restraining his previous excitement.

Calmly analyze, where is the root of the previous thousands of failures.

Closing his eyes and meditating hard, Xiao Chen entered a state of ecstasy, forgetting all the empty excitement and passion.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the calm lake again, a flash of vivid color flashed in his eyes.

"Sand cannot be piled up and shaped, and it is impossible to forcefully join the Thunder Art Concept alone. Another object, such as water, must be added."

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

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

Xiao Chen whispered to himself, and some problems gradually became clear. What is the most in the sea of ​​knowledge is naturally the vast spiritual power.

Only by mixing the spiritual power and the thunderous artistic conception can they be truly close together, and the body and spirit are fearful, and they will be unbreakable and indestructible.

Thinking of the solution to the problem, Xiao Chen was in a calm mood as always, so he did it directly, and waited for the excitement and joy to be discussed after the completion of the matter.

Close your eyes, strands of scattered sand-like power of artistic conception are combined again by Xiao Chen to form an ugly "mud", which still looks like it will disperse at any time.

Xiao Chen was not discouraged either, and poured in streams of spiritual power like water.

hum!

In my mind, there was a slight buzzing sound immediately, that group of "slush" that was about to disperse at any time. Under the infusion of spiritual power, little by little, they hooked up and hugged each other tightly.

A faint smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face. Sure enough, his thoughts and guesses were correct. The artistic conception of thunder is sand, and spiritual power is a puddle of clear water. The combination of the two can achieve true perfection.

Continuing his efforts, Xiao Chen continuously gathered his extreme thunderous artistic conception together, and that lump of mud-like thing became even bigger.

At the same time, the spiritual power in the Sea of ​​Consciousness penetrated bit by bit, and the two perfectly fit together.

When all the thunderous artistic conceptions were captured, Xiao Chen's mind jumped, and he transformed into a human form, directly entered the sea of ​​consciousness, and sat on the bloody throne.

Stretching out his hand, the purple "mud ball" full of spiritual power and thunderous artistic conception flew in front of him.

Xiao Chen stood up from the throne, recalled the shape of the Thunder Talisman for a while, and began to polish it slowly.

With Xiao Chen's polishing, the rough lump of mud gradually became more refined, and gradually there was a trace of wrinkle in the talisman seal.

It looked like a talisman at least, so it wouldn't be mistaken for a ball of mud.

Xiao Chen doesn't understand and can't draw the fairy patterns on the divine grade thunder talisman seal, but he doesn't need to draw it completely, after all, he doesn't want to create another divine grade talisman seal.

Firstly, he didn't have that ability, and secondly, he didn't have the materials. He just wanted to use this as an opportunity to create his own thunder will in the world.

Thoughtful, Xiao Chen knew what he should portray on it, he wanted to portray the attribute of immortality on it.

This is the spiritual world, he stretched out his hand, and a pen appeared in his hand out of thin air.

Following Xiao Chen's movements, the boundless sea of ​​consciousness world and various earth-shattering visions continuously flashed out.

Volcanic eruptions, lightning and thunder, roaring oceans, snow banks collapsing, the world is changing, and there is no peace for a moment.

Only Xiao Chen, standing on the Scarlet Throne, with a calm expression, no matter how terrifying the vision is, with one stroke and one stroke, I write immortality myself!

The lines of immortality, on the wrinkled shape of the purple talisman, are linked together bit by bit, with Xiao Chen's final touch to complete.

On the rough wrinkled shape, a ray of charm appeared out of thin air, and the sea of ​​consciousness world, which was changing color, also stopped at this moment. In the world, there is only that one talisman, which is eternal.

Mind retreated from the sea of ​​consciousness world, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, a light flashed between his brows, and the purple talisman flew out in a wrinkled shape.

At this moment, the artistic conception is still the artistic conception, the mental power is still the spiritual power, the two are just combined, the will has not appeared, and the last breath is still missing.

Xiao Chen's expression was calm, he gritted the tip of his teeth, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of life essence blood.

Puff!

The blood penetrated into the talisman, and immediately burst into strange rays of light. Xiao Chen's mind and flesh were completely connected with the talisman at this moment.

One prospers all, one loses all.

The last thing missing in the will will be completely completed. It will be completely sublimated and become the only one in the world, which belongs to Xiao Chen's immortal thunder will.

As the brilliance circulates, there is no meaning of dimming any longer. As long as Xiao Chen is not dead and his will is radiant, it will last forever.

"not enough!"

Xiao Chen's eyes were firm, looking at the divine thunder talisman hidden in the small world wrapped by the light ball, he stretched out his finger, and the light ball immediately opened a thin hole in the mouth of the finger.

Puff!

The thunder and lightning that shot out passed Xiao Chen, but hit the flashing purple talisman in the air.

When the golden lightning hit it, Xiao Chen immediately screamed in pain, as if hitting him, the pain was beyond his wish.

If jade is not cut, it cannot be used, and if the sword is not good, how can it kill people!

The newly born Thunder Will must accept the baptism of the peerless God Thunder, in order to truly wash in the lead and achieve brilliance.

In the boundless pain, Xiao Chen's eyes did not show any intention of giving up. He stretched out his hand and opened a hole again, releasing a golden thunder.

With a flickering figure, Xiao Chen shot ninety-nine and eighty-one times, allowing the newly born Thunderbolt Will to accept the baptism of ninety-one peerless divine thunders.

Ao Jiao got out from the bottom of the lake at some point, and looked at Xiao Chen who was in pain in the air, with complicated expressions in his eyes, the scene in front of him was so similar to the scene many years ago.

Time has passed for thousands of years, and the picture remains unchanged. The faces of Lei Di and Xiao Chen are constantly changing before Ao Jiao's eyes.

She stared at it, and her face was frozen. It was a young man with delicate features, not too handsome. It belonged to Lei Di's face, which never flashed again.

Let the legends and immortal honors of the past pass through the long river of history. If you have ambitions today and never give up, you will surely create more brilliant myths.

Lei Di was also like this back then, although the will comprehended by Xiao Chen was different, but the moment he comprehended the will, he was immediately baptized with the peerless divine thunder.

A stupid person will have ten thousand ways of stupidity, but a real peerless monster, no matter ten thousand years, five thousand years, or now, they are all the same on a certain level.

The baptism of Shenlei will definitely not achieve the effect in a short time. If you can't stand the painful torture and give up, it will only waste all your previous efforts and be meaningless.

In the shining brilliance, it lasted for seven days. It belonged to Xiao Chen's will, and that slightly rough talisman became more refined and perfect under such baptism.

Seven days later, no peerless divine thunder shot out from the light group.

The purple talisman, with its brilliance flowing, can be seen from time to time on the immortal lines, with a faint golden radiance flowing out, with clear water chestnut angles, it looks like a perfect work of art.