Fengyunlu

Beside the Nine Heavens Thunder Pond, a dead silence enveloped everything, even the rolling purple clouds were still, without any movement. The surroundings were so quiet that even time seemed to have stopped, with only a gentle breeze blowing, bringing a little coolness.

Lei Gong stood there, his eyes calm and silent, as if he was thinking about something. His eyes were deep, as if he could see through the silence and see further away. Against the backdrop of the purple clouds, his figure looked particularly lonely, but also full of determination.

Zhuang Mo and A Li were waiting there quietly, while the sloppy man and Mo Qiu were also secretly staring at Lei Gong, trying to see from his eyes what decision Lei Gong, the most righteous man in Xuanmen, would make. Their eyes were full of expectation and tension, as if they were waiting for a storm to come.

Suddenly, a breeze blew from nowhere, gently playing with Lei Gong's sleeves, as if gently reminding him that he should say something no matter what. This wind seemed to carry a mysterious power, causing ripples in Lei Gong's heart.

Lei Gong slowly raised his sleeves, grabbed his hands, and walked step by step in the air. Yes, he was walking in the air. His movements were graceful and calm, like a silent dance, and every step was so powerful.

"Tell me, how much can I believe in your words?" Lei Gong actually had a plan in mind. He didn't need to make a choice or hesitate. He was silent for so long, just wondering whether Zhuang Mo's words were true or false. His voice was deep and powerful, revealing unquestionable majesty.

"It's hard to say anything else, but Brother Feng's favor is real." Zhuang Mo responded directly to Lei Gong with a firmness in his voice, as if telling Lei Gong that his words were trustworthy.

Lei Gong nodded after hearing this. He knew Zhuang Mo's character. Zhuang Mo valued grudges and hatred, not the morality of the world. But Lei Gong was sure of one thing: Zhuang Mo would never break his promise. Otherwise, with Zhuang Mo's ability, how could an iron plate trap him for a hundred years? Lei Gong smiled approvingly, as if he was affirming Zhuang Mo's honesty.

"In that case, let's talk about how to save people." Lei Gong said this and walked in front of Lei Teng. He turned his eyes to Lei Teng, and a trace of concern flashed in his eyes.

Through the golden bell, he saw Lei Teng holding the command flag, refusing to attack, and shook his head gently, then raised his hand and summoned it, and the golden bell began to spin, the light converged, from big to small, and finally returned to its original shape and fell into Lei Gong's hand. His movements were smooth and natural, as if everything was taken for granted.

"Brother." Lei Teng came out and saw that his brother was safe and sound. He greeted him and stepped aside. His voice was full of respect and gratitude, as if he was expressing his loyalty to Lei Gong.

"Yeah." Lei Gong nodded and turned to look at Zhuang Mo. His eyes were questioning, as if waiting for Zhuang Mo to continue.

Zhuang Mo went on, "The child's body has collapsed and turned into a Qi state. Although he is not dead now, he is difficult to save. If we follow Miss Long's method, the Seven Sages' Transformation may be successful, but in the end we may only save his life, and all previous efforts will be in vain. So, even if he is saved, what is the difference between that and death?" There was helplessness in Zhuang Mo's voice, as if he was stating a fact that could not be changed.

Lei Gong agreed secretly. Little Fengzi had both good and bad luck. In order to let him practice Xuan, Brother Feng risked the lives of his entire family, and even sacrificed the lives of Brother Bai's wife and daughter to build his meridians and reconnect his veins. His heart was filled with emotion, as if he was recalling those past events.

In this case, if he was rescued but could not practice Xuan Cultivation, it would be no different from being dead. Thinking of how he had wandered in Cangyun Mountain in despair for three years, how could Lei Gong let his previous efforts go to waste? His heart was full of determination, as if he had already made a decision.

However, what Zhuang Mo said just now, that this rescue may have to sacrifice the inheritance of the Thunderbolt Hall, is also worth listening to, to see if there is any solution that can achieve the best of both worlds. There was a flash of thought in his eyes, as if he was looking for a perfect solution.

Lei Gong suddenly felt determined. He strode forward and said in a firm tone that left no room for doubt: "Let's stop beating around the bush and get straight to business."

Zhuang Mo nodded gently, with a faint smile on his lips. He immediately continued: "Master Lei is really a straightforward person. I am not going to beat around the bush. In this rescue operation, we have to take back the stolen Divine Pot Chapter. Then, use the spiritual energy of the Thunder Mountain Immortal Vein and the spiritual fire to completely repair the Divine Pot Chapter. Next, we have to gather the power of the Seven Sages and use the Divine Pot Fire to refine that person's innate Qi. Only in this way can the Seven Sages transform into the Divine Pot and completely save him."

Lei Gong listened and nodded. He roughly understood what Zhuang Mo meant, but he was still a little confused, so he continued to ask: "Since the Divine Pot Chapter has been repaired before, why do we still need to use the Immortal Vein Spirit Fire now?"

Zhuang Mo understood Lei Gong's doubts and patiently explained: "Although it was repaired before, the situation was urgent and the emperor personally took action, so the repair was not thorough and the heat was not enough. In addition, the emperor's residual soul may not be able to control it now. Even if we take out the Divine Pot Chapter, I'm afraid it will only be a broken scroll, plus a ball of ancient spiritual energy."

When Lei Gong heard this, the fog in his heart slowly dissipated. He stopped asking questions, but just glanced at the Xian Jue formation in the distance, and then looked at the two people from the Han family behind Zhuang Mo. Then he took a few steps back and stood firmly in place.

"I will open a spiritual spell right now to send you to the altar, and the rest will be handled by Tieya." Lei Gong said as he raised his hand and cast a spiritual spell, which disappeared as soon as it touched Zhuang Mo. Then, he took out the cloth bag that sealed Jiuyou, glanced coldly at Moqiu, and handed the bag to Zhuang Mo.

Zhuang Mo took the bag, weighed it, and then walked towards the Thunder Pond. When he passed by Lei Gong and walked a few steps, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked calmly: "Master Lei, I can save the child after I go down to the Thunder Pond, but I can't guarantee whether I can keep the Emperor. Have you decided?"

"Let Xiao Fengzi decide on this matter. After you save him, just ask him directly." Lei Gong turned his back to Zhuang Mo and did not look back. His eyes were always fixed on Mo Qiu who was shrouded in black mist.

Zhuang Mo said no more, and disappeared into the thunder pool in a flash. After he left, the thunder pool fell into a subtle silence again.

Lei Gong remained silent. He did not look at other people, but just stared at Moqiu, wondering what he was thinking.

Ali next to him also remained silent. She stood there motionless, only occasionally glancing at Lei Gong, as if she was also thinking about something.

Moqiu was stared at by everyone for a long time, but he didn't seem to care at all. He was calm and looked unfathomable.

As for the sloppy man next to him, he turned a blind eye to everything happening around him. He just leaned sideways, staring firmly at the distant mountains, as if he had been maintaining this posture ever since he borrowed the sword.

After a long period of silence, several people still maintained their respective postures. Hundreds of disciples of the Thunderbolt Hall were in the Immortal Absolute Formation, all with confused faces. However, because the hall master did not give any orders, they could only endure their dissatisfaction in their hearts, rubbing their hands, waiting for Lei Gong's instructions, hoping to sweep away the previous unhappiness and vent their anger for Lei Gong.

However, among the people present, there was one person who stood out, and that was Lei Xiao. He stood in the middle of the group, unable to move forward or backward, and was in a dilemma. This person was Lei Xiao.

Since A-li appeared, Lei Xiao realized that today's situation might not be what he wanted. Although he colluded with Moqiu secretly, at the critical moment, he knew that Moqiu was unreliable. Once A-li made a request, how could he pin all his hopes on Moqiu?

Since the situation could not be changed, Lei Xiao could only delay time temporarily and wait for a better opportunity. Thinking of this, he turned around and was about to leave, but his body turned into a stream of light and suddenly hit an invisible barrier.

bang~

Lei Xiao was forced to retreat, and seemed to realize that he could no longer leave. He turned back and faced Lei Gong with a ferocious face. However, even though his eyes were almost popped, he did not have the courage to attack.

Countless auras locked onto him tightly, and there was even a terrifying sword intent that contained divine might, pointing at his divine soul from afar. The edge was so sharp that Lei Xiao had no doubt that as long as the thunder power gave the order, he would be reduced to ashes in an instant, and even his soul would not be able to escape.

"Master Lei, is that child a disciple of the Thunderbolt Hall?" At this time, it was the sloppy man who broke the deadlock. He raised a question about the mysterious place on the mountain.

Lei Gong retracted his gaze and looked at him. He did not answer immediately, but asked calmly: "In your opinion, is he or not?"

"If he is, Master Lei will not live long; but if he is not, the Thunderbolt Hall will face a huge disaster..."

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"Oh?"

Lei Gong didn't say much, just waited quietly to see if the other party had anything else to say.

But the sloppy man didn't continue talking. He just sighed softly, shook his head, turned around, and didn't even want to look at the mountain.

Ali, who was standing next to him, had a gleam in his eyes and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he held back and just stood there quietly.

Seeing that he was silent, Lei Gong did not ask any more questions, as if he did not want to dwell on this issue. He turned to Mo Qiu and said, "You should stay today, but we in the Thunderbolt Hall have important matters to deal with and cannot entertain you. Please make yourself at home."

After saying that, Lei Gong shook his hand, and a small thunder-shaped mark flew into the black fog.

There was movement in the black mist, and Moqiu reached out to catch it, playing with it for a while, then a ray of black light shattered it.

"Master Lei, don't be anxious. The show on Leiming Mountain is getting more and more exciting. Now that you are here, it doesn't hurt to take a few more glances." After Moqiu finished speaking, the black fog moved, shaking the energy and stirring the sword intent coming from the mountain.

Lei Gong's eyes were indifferent. He took a glance and stopped talking. His body flew backwards and hung over the thunder pool.

"Second brother, set up the formation." Before he finished speaking, Lei Gong spread out his hands and began to chant something.

Lei Teng received the order and acted quickly, landing on both sides of the command flag of the Xian Jue Formation. The disciples in the formation began to move. It seemed that there was infinite power under the Eight Desolations, converging to the center like a river.

Lei Teng sat in Wuji, with bursts of brilliant light bursting out from his body. The light fluctuated, sometimes brighter and sometimes dimmer, just like breathing.

This was repeated for more than twenty times. Lei Teng pointed the flag at Lei Gong, and the power of heaven was infused into him. A pillar of light several feet thick suddenly rose up from the center of the Xian Jue formation, hit Lei Gong in a moment and merged into him.

After more than twenty times, the brilliant light on Lei Teng's body disappeared, the light column also disappeared, and the dark blue light on Lei Gong's body gradually converged.

As the light gathered into Lei Gong's body, his feeling of emptiness disappeared, and even the decadence caused by his serious injuries was swept away. His dark blue robe fluttered, and he seemed to be back to normal.

"It's almost done. Please wait a moment, Lei Gong will entertain you." The voice was faint, blowing through every corner of Leiming Mountain like a strong wind.

The black fog moved, and Moqiu took a few steps towards Lei Xiao and asked, "What's wrong with your brother..."

"Use positive to negative and place the formation on your body. Now he is one with the immortal and the absolute, and he is the formation itself." The sloppy man spoke softly without waiting for Lei Xiao to answer.

After hearing this, Moqiu moved vaguely, as if he was secretly carrying out some tricks.

The sloppy man spoke again: "Don't worry, he was seriously injured to begin with, and this condition won't last long."

When Moqiu heard Lei Xiao's agreement, he wrapped himself in black mist, put away his tricks, and the three of them looked at Lei Gong together.

Ali saw everything they did. When the black mist trembled slightly, she unconsciously turned sideways. She did not look up until the three people turned around.

As far as the eye can see, Lei Gong is suspended in the air with his hands spread out. Waves of immortal power are flowing out from the surroundings of Leiming Mountain, passing through Lei Gong and then returning. In the midst of the turbulence, it seems as if something is about to break out from the foot of Leiming Mountain.

"It's him?" The sloppy man turned his head suddenly, with cold light in his eyes pointing directly at the mountain.

"Do you know him?" Lei Xiao frowned and blurted out.

Lei Xiao didn't know who was on that mountain. He only knew that more than a hundred years ago, Lei Gong personally opened up a place for retreat for a mysterious person to practice, and strictly ordered his disciples not to get close to it. Anyone who disobeyed the order would be expelled from the mountain and never return.

The Thunderbolt Hall naturally obeyed the order. No disciples in the sect had ever come forward, and no news had been heard for over a hundred years. Most of them had ignored the matter. If it weren't for the mysterious man's several actions, even Lei Xiao would have almost forgotten about it.

Who knew he was so strong? Without showing his real body, he just moved a little and killed most of the enemies at the foot of the mountain. He also threatened Moqiu so much that he didn't dare to act rashly. He pointed his sword into the distance, always locking onto the thunder pool to prevent anyone from making any unusual movements.

But now it seems that the sloppy man recognizes this mysterious person, and it seems that the man and Ali have known each other for a long time.

"I don't know him." The sloppy man said in a cold tone, unwilling to say more.

Lei Xiao felt bored and stopped asking questions, but Mo Qiu beside him seemed to understand something: "So that's how it is."

After saying this, Moqiu stopped talking, quietly restrained his breath, and looked like he was waiting to watch a show.

Turning back to look at the Thunder Power again, the immortal power stopped moving, as if it had reached a bottleneck, and slowly condensed from the Thunder Pool, becoming thicker and thicker.

Not long after, the rich fairy power turned from air to mist, and then from mist to cloud. The top of the thunderous mountain top was already covered with white fairy clouds.

At this time, Lei Gong gathered his arms and slowly landed on the thunder pool. He placed himself in the middle of the pool with his hands protecting his hands and his eyes were tightly closed.