After a dizzy spell, before Mo Xun could see the world clearly, rumbling thunder sounded in his ears.
Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.
With a loud bang, it landed directly on Mo Xun's head.
Although he was on guard in advance, Mo Xun was still blown away by the power of the lightning.
Fortunately, he had a lightning spiritual root, and he practiced lightning-attributed skills, controlled the purple lightning divine thunder, and had a strong body, so he was not seriously injured.
But he still twitched in pain.
Besides that, it was pouring rain.
The rain was falling heavily, and the rain blocked my view, making it impossible to see far away.
The sky and earth were filled with a damp atmosphere.
Under my muddy feet, rain water was flowing, but no one knew where it was flowing to.
This was the first time he encountered rain in this kind of Qiankun space, and it was the kind of heavy rain that would rarely occur in a century even in the outside world.
He wasn't quite sure whether he just happened to encounter this rain or it had been raining here all the time.
If it's the latter, it would be quite magical.
If things go on like this, even if there is a sea in the sky, it will dry up, right?
Then, he felt delighted because his magic power had been restored.
For a monk, losing the protection of magic power is like being without weapons in a wolf pack; there will always be a sense of insecurity.
He hurriedly released his spiritual sense to look around.
Although the range of spiritual awareness has been greatly suppressed here, it is not like before, where one is like a blind person.
Immediately afterwards, another bolt of lightning struck.
With the magic power protecting his body, the lightning that fell on him not only did not cause any harm to him, but the power of the lightning could also be absorbed by him.
He seemed to understand a little bit why the Demon Ancestor was afraid of this place.
Even though the thunder and lightning in the sky could not compare to his purple lightning divine thunder, it still had a great restraining effect on monsters.
Presumably, the Demon Ancestor must have noticed the thunder attribute spiritual root in him.
Or maybe he already knew that he possessed the power of thunder and lightning.
This is normal. Mo Hun has worked under him for so long, he must have told the other party about his affairs a long time ago.
Because of the rain, the view is hazy.
With spiritual awareness, I can see some things clearly.
There is a high mountain not far away, but there is no river.
I don’t know where the falling rain will eventually gather.
All that could be seen was heavy rain and thunder and lightning.
Mo Xun carefully spread his spiritual awareness around him while trying his best to restrain his own breath.
I was afraid that as soon as I arrived here, I would alarm the evil creature mentioned by the Demon Ancestor.
At the same time, he was also thinking about how to get out.
It goes without saying that once he takes the treasure away for the other party, it will be his death.
But what should we do next?
He couldn't move forward or backward now. The only thing he could do was to take one step at a time.
He could only hope that the treasure could help him escape.
There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and rain was falling down. Mo Xun was like a lonely traveler, walking alone in the rainy night.
Because he had no clear direction, he could only go towards the high mountain.
I walked along the way without seeing a single plant.
After walking for a while, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The distance between him and the mountain did not seem to change.
As there were no reference points around him, he had no idea how far he had walked, as if he was standing still.
This feeling made him a little irritated.
Coupled with the fact that he had not figured out a way to escape, his mood became extremely gloomy.
In the past, when he faced beings more powerful than himself, despite the dangers, he rarely found himself at a loss.
But at the moment, he felt powerless.
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Immediately afterwards, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.
With a loud bang, it landed directly on Mo Xun's head.
Although he was on guard in advance, Mo Xun was still blown away by the power of the lightning.
Fortunately, he had a lightning spiritual root, and he practiced lightning-attributed skills, controlled the purple lightning divine thunder, and had a strong body, so he was not seriously injured.
But he still twitched in pain.
Besides that, it was pouring rain.
The rain was falling heavily, and the rain blocked my view, making it impossible to see far away.
The sky and earth were filled with a damp atmosphere.
Under my muddy feet, rain water was flowing, but no one knew where it was flowing to.
This was the first time he encountered rain in this kind of Qiankun space, and it was the kind of heavy rain that would rarely occur in a century even in the outside world.
He wasn't quite sure whether he just happened to encounter this rain or it had been raining here all the time.
If it's the latter, it would be quite magical.
If things go on like this, even if there is a sea in the sky, it will dry up, right?
Then, he felt delighted because his magic power had been restored.
For a monk, losing the protection of magic power is like being without weapons in a wolf pack; there will always be a sense of insecurity.
He hurriedly released his spiritual sense to look around.
Although the range of spiritual awareness has been greatly suppressed here, it is not like before, where one is like a blind person.
Immediately afterwards, another bolt of lightning struck.
With the magic power protecting his body, the lightning that fell on him not only did not cause any harm to him, but the power of the lightning could also be absorbed by him.
He seemed to understand a little bit why the Demon Ancestor was afraid of this place.
Even though the thunder and lightning in the sky could not compare to his purple lightning divine thunder, it still had a great restraining effect on monsters.
Presumably, the Demon Ancestor must have noticed the thunder attribute spiritual root in him.
Or maybe he already knew that he possessed the power of thunder and lightning.
This is normal. Mo Hun has worked under him for so long, he must have told the other party about his affairs a long time ago.
Because of the rain, the view is hazy.
With spiritual awareness, I can see some things clearly.
There is a high mountain not far away, but there is no river.
I don’t know where the falling rain will eventually gather.
All that could be seen was heavy rain and thunder and lightning.
Mo Xun carefully spread his spiritual awareness around him while trying his best to restrain his own breath.
I was afraid that as soon as I arrived here, I would alarm the evil creature mentioned by the Demon Ancestor.
At the same time, he was also thinking about how to get out.
It goes without saying that once he takes the treasure away for the other party, it will be his death.
But what should we do next?
He couldn't move forward or backward now. The only thing he could do was to take one step at a time.
He could only hope that the treasure could help him escape.
There were lightning and thunder in the sky, and rain was falling down. Mo Xun was like a lonely traveler, walking alone in the rainy night.
Because he had no clear direction, he could only go towards the high mountain.
I walked along the way without seeing a single plant.
After walking for a while, he suddenly realized something was wrong.
The distance between him and the mountain did not seem to change.
As there were no reference points around him, he had no idea how far he had walked, as if he was standing still.
This feeling made him a little irritated.
Coupled with the fact that he had not figured out a way to escape, his mood became extremely gloomy.
In the past, when he faced beings more powerful than himself, despite the dangers, he rarely found himself at a loss.
But at the moment, he felt powerless.
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