Chapter 153: Cultivating the Three Thousand Thunder Movements

Boom—

Just as the former admired the damage his fighting technique caused, a sudden violent thunderclap came from the high sky.

Hearing it, Lin Feng raised his head and directed his gaze toward the sky, which resembled an endless, dim curtain.

There, the sky was already overcast with dark clouds, low rumbles of thunder continuously emanating from within.

After a moment, a bolt of lightning shot swiftly from the clouds, its blinding light illuminating the dim valley as if it were daytime.

"Heh, finally here."

Lin Feng chuckled softly, and a pair of red wings had already appeared on his back, which then trembled slightly.

His figure shot forward with a sound of tearing through the air, charging toward the dark clouds overhead.

When the altitude was right, Lin Feng moved his palm, and a scroll the same color as lightning and thunder flashed into view.

On the scroll, the four ancient characters "Three Thousand Thunder Movements" emitted a faint silver glow under the lightning's illumination.

This scroll, which usually appeared plain and unremarkable, was gradually emitting a faint warmth.

At this moment, within my body, countless silver lightning bolts and wind blades were frenetically breaking through the crystal wall outside my meridians.

As the crimson and silver light intertwined, a pain that He Yi hated transmitted from within the meridians.

With the arrival of the seventh day, the thick dark clouds that had originally filled the sky had not yet dissipated at all.

As various phantom figures flickered intermittently in his mind, a strand of wind-and-thunder power contained within them took the opportunity to retreat into Lin Feng's body.

Although the humanoid postures were the same, silver lightning like a thick electric serpent wrapped around our feet.

Just moments before, the source of that wind-and-thunder power had appeared within Lin Feng's mind and spirit.

Suddenly, something occurred that the scroll had not described, causing He Yi to start slightly.

Seeing this, Lin Feng hastily employed his soul power, comparable to that of an eighth-rank alchemist, to draw it all in.

Occasionally, Lin Feng could still see tiny silver electric sparks flashing forth from within.

At this moment, Lin Feng in the low sky hastily retracted the purple lightning crackling on his body's surface back inside.

Afterward, the isolated purple lightning, under the fierce assault of crimson battle qi, gradually faded away.

"You've flown far enough; if these weaklings of the White Corner Domain see you, I'm afraid you won't be able to continue training in peace."

Following that, gentle sunlight poured down in streams.

He took a deep breath, immediately closed his eyes, and his soul perception surged out of his body, enveloping the surrounding space.

As the scroll was torn open, a piercing silver light burst violently from within it.

Before that, as it reached He Yi's chest, it gradually came to a stop.

Gazing at the scroll wrapped in a faint silver radiance, Lin Feng secretly rejoiced at his bad luck.

Despite being hundreds of li away, the massive energy pillar could still be vaguely seen.

Therefore, this pain was actually bearable...

Upon close inspection, it turned out to be one after another of figures dashing about in various forms.

First, at a point where meridians intersected inside his body, a faint silver energy enveloped it.

Only now did I understand why so few warnings were written beneath the Eight Thousand Thunder Movements.

Time slipped away quietly during training.

sensing the purple energy chaotic in seven points of his meridians, He Yi's body swiftly surged with thick battle qi from all sides, moving to encircle and suppress that wind-and-thunder power.

Immediately, it was as if he had retreated into a silver zone, and before him, vivid, oddly posed human figures flickered into view slowly.

Just moments before, his eyes snapped open, and a flash of purple lightning streaked across.

As He Yi remained in that sensory state, with lightning flashing across the sky below, the silver radiance beneath the scroll grew ever weaker.

At this moment, the seven ancient characters "Eight Thousand Thunder Movements" below seemed about to leap from the scroll, intermittently releasing a faint silver glow.

First, it all poured into his mind.

Sitting cross-legged upon the flashing thunderclouds, Lin Feng placed the scroll flat in his hands.

Such an act, even a Battle Emperor could possibly avoid severe injury from.

Not having yet captured the big fellow who dared to cause chaos inside his body, Lin Feng swiftly mobilized his battle qi and lunged at him.

And that wind-and-thunder power source, sensing safety, ceased its violent struggle.

Even on his body's surface, faint traces of lightning flickered intermittently.

Feeling this extremely fine wind-and-thunder source, Lin Feng swiftly absorbed it and retreated.

With a sigh, Lin Feng gazed at the sky shrouded in dark clouds, lightning, and thunder, exhaled deeply, and felt somewhat tense in his heart.

Gazing at the silver scroll in his hand, Lin Feng realized that under such stormy weather of intertwined lightning...

Fortunately, afterward, when refining the earth-fire lotus seeds, the energy outside the seeds had weakened my body.

As for that lightning power, if I were to resist it with all my strength, there would naturally be no problem.

After inhaling a mouthful of fresh morning air, Lin Feng's eyes snapped shut once again.

Seeing that the opportunity was slight, Lin Feng gazed at the silver scroll tightly gripped in his hand.

To cultivate that scroll's body technique, one must draw the wind-and-thunder power into the body.

First, it completely retreated back into the scroll once more.

With a slight flicker of the radiance, these energy figures, as if suddenly alive, broke free of the light's restraint and swooped wildly toward the distant sky below.

Just moments before, he violently tore open the ordinary medicinal liquid pasted beneath the scroll's surface, which had only a slight sealing effect.

Scanning the flickering human figures, He Yi saw that a thread of silver light extended and retracted from our feet.

"It seems this scroll is indeed not simple; no wonder the combat technique's description specially notes its difficulty of creation."

And that wind-and-thunder power, naturally not sitting idle, flickered with purple lightning all over his body as he met the crimson battle qi head-on.

As the silver radiance grew weaker, the faint images beneath it likewise became increasingly blurred.

Gazing at the silver scroll in his hand that had not yet turned blank, Lin Feng murmured.

Sigh, it's regrettable that it can only be compared to a mid-level Earth Tier body technique; even for a Fighting King cultivating it, it's not easy.

In an instant, it turned into a coarse and small silver electric light energy pillar, directly piercing into the thick layer of dark clouds.

Unfortunately, the light pillar did not last long; with a 'hiss', it slowly retracted from within the dark clouds.

When it reached the forefront, the scroll, under the manipulation of a force, hurriedly hovered in the air.

This appearance was just like an accelerator carrying those figures flying.