Chapter 1041 Prisoner of the Dragon (41)

The induced thunder disaster and the automatic thunder disaster are completely different things. The automatic thunder disaster has a judgment on the cultivators. Those who do many evil deeds will die under thunder and calamity.

Shang Yuan, who was holding the delicate beauty in his arms, suddenly lost his thoughts, pushed the beauty away, hurriedly put on his Taoist robe and rushed out.

Song Futing had not slept before. At this moment, the vision of Qianyun Mountain was not far away from him, and the thundercloud seemed to be above his head.

Song Futing thought to himself, how should we explain this phenomenon scientifically?

A few days ago, the faint green dragon among the clouds was photographed. The experts tried their best to explain it for a long time, but it didn't help much.

Song Futing thought of Bai Tang's words and immediately called his two brothers to prepare to go to Qianyun Mountain.

"Brother Song, it's better not to go, I'm afraid of being hacked to death."

The phenomenon in Qianyun Mountain is really weird.

But Song Futing was categorical: "If you don't go to Qianyun Mountain, I'm afraid you will miss it."

He didn't know what he missed, he just felt like this.

Cong Huai followed Bai Tang through Qianyun Mountain. The spiritual energy here was abundant, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. His current body could not accept the spiritual energy.

Cong Huai is very aware of this phenomenon. To completely transform from a demon body into a spiritual body, one needs to withstand eighty-one thunder tribulations. The demon's nature is difficult to change and the suffering will be even greater.

But he saw that the calamity cloud was so strong that it could not break eighty-one thunderbolts.

A lot of auras surrounded Qianyun Mountain, and they would immediately enter the mountain as soon as the calamity clouds dissipated.

The electric light flashed, as bright as day.

The first thunder struck down with great force. Other thunder followed suit.

Cong Huai saw an egg as big as a palm, its body filled with lightning. He felt his own breath on this egg. It was so faint that he couldn't even notice it if he wasn't paying attention.

Cong Huai's expression froze for a moment, and he looked at Bai Tang, who was holding an umbrella even though it wasn't raining: "A true son?"

Bai Tang: "Of course."

Cong Huai: "My Yuanyang is still alive... I actually gave birth to a son out of thin air with a woman like you... I have no innocence left."

Bai Tang rolled his eyes at him: "Stop pretending. The reborn person is its parent. It borrowed your dragon scales to transform, and it borrowed my hands to become a spirit body. You and I are naturally its parents."

Cong Huai blinked, and then looked at the little green dragon that was fighting against Lei Jie. Its eggshell had cracks: "Being a father for the first time will inevitably make you feel uncomfortable."

It's so quick to become a father.

Originally there was no one involved with him in this world, but now he has a son, well... and his mother.

Cong Huai was amazed at Bai Tang's ability. Whether it was intentional or not, the birth of the spiritual creature restored some of Tianji.

Cong Huai sensed carefully that powerful practitioners would come to such a movement. The dragon tendon has been found, I really hope the others will be found soon.

"Brother Song, won't they go in?"

Song Futing looked back and saw that they were all cultivators.

"Ignore them and go."

Song Futing was very decisive. He walked directly to the place where the lightning struck. The lightning struck the same place, so there must be something there.

Feng Huan saw the three people entering the mountain with sharp eyes, and immediately reported to Dong Shucheng: "Master, uncle, three secular people have just entered the mountain."

Sun Yunyan looked over after hearing this, but saw nothing.

Dong Shucheng said, "You are seeking your own death."

Spiritual beings do not choose ordinary people as their main subjects. Therefore, the formations accompanying spiritual creatures will not hinder ordinary people.

"My lord, the arrangements have been made."

Dong Shucheng nodded slowly, with a solemn expression.

"Brother Song, this...what kind of egg?"

Xiao Chen, who had come all the way, opened his eyes wide.

Where the eggshell cracked, light shot out from inside.