The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 287 Lightning Strike
A very familiar sense of sight flooded Li Ang's mind, causing him to stop all movements, stand in place and look around, re-examining the scene in the basement.

The blood guards and the human bureaucrats huddled in a corner of the basement, examining Li Ang and Ancient One with vigilant eyes.

**The major stood behind the long table, with his palm faintly pressed on the pistol pouch at his waist, and the round-framed lenses reflected a cold grid-like white light.

Every scene and thing is still the same as before, bland and unremarkable.

Li Ang frowned deeply, thought for a moment, and asked in surprise, "You guys, didn't you find anything abnormal?"

"Uh, what are you talking about?" Sir Humphrey Applebill looked at each other with a dazed face, not knowing what the other party was referring to.

Li Ang let out a foul breath, and he searched his memories again, but he never found any "flaws".

Time passed by second by second, and everyone was watching and waiting, for fear of making unnecessary actions, causing the balance here to be forcibly broken.

boom!
There was a huge noise from above the ceiling, and the impact of the bombing penetrated through the reinforced concrete defense layer more than ten meters thick, shaking the entire underground fortification.

The ceiling and walls shook off the dust, and the thick dust mist flowing down like a sand painting perfectly obscured the line of sight.

".never mind."

Li Ang withdrew his eyes, put aside his thoughts, and faced Gu Yi again.

The bald-headed female mage shook her yellow robe, revealing a green circle circle from the cuffs.

"rise."

Ancient One mage indifferently spit out a word, bluffing his palms and spinning them suddenly.

The sense of sight climbed into Li Ang's heart again, and he whispered deep in his heart: "In the next second, the space will start to shatter."

Sure enough, the green ring array trembled endlessly, flickering on and off, and cobweb cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

The sense of sight became stronger, Li Ang clenched his teeth, "Then, the space began to fold."

The basement began to fold rapidly, the gaps in the walls shrank inward, the floor sank downward, and there was no place to stay in a moment.

"Then, the blood race died."

Folding, folding, everything in the basement, is constantly folding.

After a few breaths, many blood races were folded into square cubes. Hair, flesh, and bones were closely attached to each other. It was necessary to go up to carefully observe the appearance of the human-made cubes to be able to distinguish which ones were arms and legs. parts, and internal organs.

These blocks lie flat together silently until they are crushed into pieces by the shrinking and folding space.

Everything is so familiar, terribly familiar.

Li Ang only felt a trace of coolness flowing down the back of his spine, his hair stood on end, and even the depths of his bone marrow reverberated with the severe cold like falling into an ice cave.

In the dark, the alarm rang loudly, and an indescribable sense of crisis permeated his heart, forcing Li Ang to run the "Human Immortal Aperture Refining Method" to the maximum extent, searching for all the spiritual energy that could be used in this body.

The majestic magnetic field digs deep into the depths of the ground, extracts dense metal particles from the center of the veins, removes slag, smelts, and refines in one go, and finally merges into dozens of long metal dragons, tumbling and stirring, directly attacking the ancient one.

The bald female mage didn't have any resistance, just stood where she was, letting the metal dragon twist her body into pieces.

Dirty blood flew everywhere, and the wreckage of Ancient One mage's flesh was neatly stuck to every corner of the basement wall—like dumpling stuffing.

With a flash of green light, time began to go back, and everything returned to the original.

Li Ang stood where he was, with a heavy dizziness rising in his brain.

He glanced around blankly, and the peaceful basement seemed familiar yet unfamiliar.

This time, with a gloomy face, he took the lead.

The magic net covering London was forcibly pulled, and the ether in the entire city, the entire British Peninsula, and even the entire North Sea area roared and swept towards it.

Such a huge high-energy reaction swelled the wind to an unimaginable level.A huge wave nearly forty meters high was set off on the sea, and the strong wind and tsunami hit the coast of London together, destroying all the buildings above the surface.

High-rise buildings collapsed, and millions, tens of millions of British general public flashed past in the waves. Even those high-altitude airships only lasted for a while before being hit by the thunderstorm brought by the thick clouds. Destroyed.

The "Little Boy" uranium atomic bomb used in World War II released about 63 trillion joules of energy; the "Fat Man" plutonium atomic bomb released about 93 trillion joules of energy;
The magnitude of the ether energy integrated from the North Sea has far surpassed the former two, reaching 1000 Joules.

Li Ang held up the light ball made of pure energy with a blank face, and slowly pointed at Master Gu Yi.

"die."

He spat out a word.

The sphere of light stretched until it became flat, and finally extended into a long shuttle, completely penetrating Gu Yi.

Every piece of skin, muscle, and bone of the bald female mage was crumbled and shattered under the berserk energy, crushed into powder, and wiped out together with her tough soul.

Naturally, the energy of 700 trillion joules could not be exhausted in this way. The remaining power of the shuttle-shaped light beam continued unabated, piercing through the thick walls of the basement, shattering the soil layer destructively.

The straight light beam released by Li Ang travels unimpeded underground, piercing through rocks with ease, and reaching the underground coast of London City.

The light beam refracted in the ocean, and the surging energy heated up the surrounding seawater until it was vaporized. The dense bubbles rolled up to the surface of the sea, and the entire North Sea was as noisy as being boiled.

Is it over?not at all.

A green light flashed across the basement, and everything returned to normal.

Master Gu Yi still looked at Li Ang calmly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed extremely ironic.

Li Ang scolded lightly: "Kui Lei!"

In an instant, the wind and cloud surged, and with the release of electrons from the electric field at the bottom of the cloud, the surrounding air was rapidly ionized, forming a conductive channel with a radius of ten centimeters and a length of more than fifty meters.

In ordinary lightning, electrons at the bottom of the cloud continuously flow down along the conductive channel, increasing the voltage at the front of the channel, further extending the ionization process of the air, and quickly reaching the ground.

The conductive channel between the ground electric field and the cloud layer electric field is completely connected, and the negative charge stored in the conductive channel makes the negative charge drop back to the ground, inducing the bottom layer of the cloud to start discharging,
Lightning strikes bring out charges from the high end of the cloud layer, and the continuous follow-up lightning strikes start from the leading one, which makes the transmission channel re-ionized and generates a potential between the cloud and the ground, and finally completes a lightning strike.

However, imitating the magnificent Leimang of the strange beast Kui Niu in "Shan Hai Jing" does not stop there.

Li Ang forcibly shortened the current stop interval between the two electric shocks, causing continuous lightning strikes to strike continuously.

A single lightning bolt generally consisting of three or four lightning strikes with a duration of 0.2 seconds.A single Kui Lei is composed of nine lightning strikes.

The negative charge that needs to be calculated with the number of sands in the Ganges penetrated Gu Yi's body, completely gasifying it, and the remnants of the body centered on the soles of Gu Yi's feet, neatly projected within an area with a radius of several meters.

With a flash of green light, Gu Yi still stood there with a smile on his face.

No light beams, no explosions, no traces of lightning strikes, the basement is still the same.

Li Ang rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Your little trick is quite interesting."

(End of this chapter)