Chapter 208.

In the sky above Falling Thunder Peak, the churning clouds coalesced into a huge vortex, slowly rotating from west to east.

Within the thick clouds, from time to time, there were electric snakes roaming about, suddenly drilling out a thunderbolt to strike down on top of the peak.

Such a situation had already lasted for a thousand years.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, this lone mountain peak had at least three hundred days to withstand the bombardment of thunder and lightning.

And it was because of this strange sight that Thunder Fall Peak was very famous throughout Nan Shao County, and the rumors about it were recorded in the county journal.

It was said that in the past, there were often people who climbed to the top of the peak in an attempt to uncover the secret of this place’s long-term attraction to thunder.

There were also people who suspected that there were treasures hidden on top of the peak.

These people included mountain hunters and martial arts masters, and even monks.

But they found nothing but bare rocks, and others were accidentally killed by lightning.

After a long time, everyone was not surprised by the strange phenomenon of Falling Thunder Peak.

No one came up to seek death anymore.

And for Wang Chen, this Thunder Fall Peak is simply his own blessed place to cultivate!

Of course, this cultivation referred to the Five Yang Qian Thunder alone.

When the gong method began to run, a trace of the free thunder power noiselessly penetrated through Wang Chen’s skin, seeping into his limbs, bones and internal organs.

Wang Chen felt his entire body tingling, like the feeling of his hand touching an electric door.

His whole body had goosebumps, his sweaty hairs stood up, and his fingertips were flooded with electricity as thin as hair.

This feeling could not be described as painful, but it made people feel like they were on pins and needles, and every inch of skin, every muscle, and every bone was sending signals of soreness, itching, and numbness to the brain.

Wang Chen relied entirely on his strong willpower to persevere.

As time passed, the power of thunder that he absorbed into his body became more and more prevalent.

This special power gradually fused with Wang Chuan’s mana, circulating back and forth in his meridians and dantian.

Little by little, it completed the quenching step of drawing thunder into the body.

Wang Chen gradually experienced the benefits that this quenching, brought to his body.

Wang Chen’s Heavenly Dragon Vajra Orthodoxy had already been cultivated to the fourth layer of the realm, and the strength of his body surpassed that of quite a few Purple Mansion cultivators.

And the quenching of the power of thunder had further strengthened and purified his body.

Although the current effect was still very weak, but after years and years of persistence, the enhancement was definitely considerable!

Most importantly, in the process of quenching, Wang Chen touched where the mysteries of the Five Yang Qian Thunder lay.

He steeply opened his eyes, and thunder awns shone in his pitch-black eyes.

In the next moment, Wang Chen suddenly raised his right palm.

His palm instantly flashed with a bluish glow, and a lightning bolt shot out, accurately striking a rock on the ground ten paces away.

[Five Yang Dry Thunder (Introductory): 0/100]

Splat!

A small hole was blown out of the blackened rock, and debris flew in all directions.

Although the power of this “Palm Thunder” move seemed weak, it was important to realize that Wang Chen’s Five Yang Qian Lei was just an introductory move, and the rocks on the top of the Thunder Fall Peak had all experienced a long period of lightning baptism, and their own texture was particularly hard.

As a high level Qi Practicing Thunder Technique, the power of Five Yang Qian Lei was 100% above the Fire Crow Technique.

Wang Chen’s slap had drained about one-tenth of his mana!

That is to say, with his cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Practicing, he could only cast the Palm Thunder about ten times at most.

And as the level of the spell increased, the consumption of casting the spell would only increase.

While rejoicing at the introduction of the Five Yang Dry Thunder, Wang Chen also realized that he still had to work hard to level up.

Ninth level of qi cultivation, complete qi cultivation, and breaking through the orifices to open the mansion!

These three major steps were precisely his core cultivation goals for the next three years.

Although he was in the mortal world of the Land of Extinct Spirits, Wang Chen’s heart towards the Dao did not change because of this, but instead became more determined.

He rubbed his fists and couldn’t wait to seek the evil spirits’ bad luck.

Because the evil spirits had become the most needed cultivation resource for Wang Chuan right now!

He hoped that the results of Zuo Yongjun’s investigation would come out soon, and it would be best to find ten or eight evil nests for himself.

At this moment, the Left Hundredth Household, who had been given high hopes by Wang Chen, was leading his deputy and a team of forbidden guards, trekking along the rugged mountain paths.

Nanshao County is a mountainous county, with mountains taking up most of the area, so mountain villages of all sizes are dotted about.

However, in the last ten years, incidents of evil spirits causing trouble have occurred frequently, and many villages have suffered as a result, with some even having their entire villages killed in tragedies.

So a large number of civilians living in the mountains abandoned their homes and fled to the relative safety of the county to live.

As time went by, the mountain passes, which were often traveled by people, were all covered with weeds and vines.

People who were unfamiliar with the terrain came over and could easily get lost.

“Ahead is the Wu Family Village.”

Wu Song, who was walking at the front of the group, said in a deep voice, his rigid eyes revealing a color of sadness and gloom.

There was also a hint of hatred that could not be extinguished!

The Wu Family Village was precisely Wu Song’s old home, and he had spent his early childhood years in this mountain village with his own big brother, leaving behind a lot of beautiful memories.

After his grandfather’s death, he and Wuda were picked up by their parents to live in Nan Shao City, and never returned.

But there were still many of Wu Song’s relatives in this village.

Seven years ago, his parents went back to the Wujia Village to visit their relatives, and they were unexpectedly robbed by an evil spirit.

A village was lost!

Wu Song enlisted in the army during the period, desperately hard to practice martial arts, and later joined the forbidden guards division.

For the very reason that one day he would be able to take revenge!

“Everyone be careful.”

Zuo Yongjun, who was following behind Wu Song, said, “Get the talismans being ready!”

A team of forbidden guards answered in unison, “Here!”

Under the leadership of Wu Song and Zuo Yongjun, this Elimination of Sneaky Hall elite went over the ridge and soon saw the Wu Family Village located at the foot of the mountain.

Originally, there were more than a hundred families in Wu Jia Village, and a lot of good land had been reclaimed around the village, with streams and rivers in the vicinity, making it look like a paradise from afar.

However, this former quiet and peaceful mountain village is now only a piece of broken walls.

Most of the houses in the village had collapsed and were then occupied by vines, and the good fields were full of man-high weeds, a desolate and desolate scene.

The group entered the deserted village and quickly completed their search.

But nothing was found.

This was quite normal, because once a village that had been haunted by evil spirits had lost its popularity, then the evil spirits tended to follow.

Wu Song stood in front of a collapsed house with tears in his tiger’s eyes looking sad.

He knelt down and kowtowed three times, sobbing, “Father, mother, my son is unfilial!”

This iron man hated his inability to do anything back then.

Zuo Yongjun sighed, reached out and patted the other’s shoulder, “Erlang, I am sorry for your loss, go back.”

Earlier, Wu Song volunteered to come to Wu Jia Village to investigate the evil spirits.

Zuo Yongjun knew about this deputy of his and felt uneasy, so he personally led the team to come.

Now it seemed that it was a wasted trip.

It was at this time that a fog suddenly rose in the deserted village!