C911 The Prison of Thunder Was a Piece of Cake
C911 The Prison of Thunder Was a Piece of Cake
A drop of tears even flowed out from the corner of Old Monk's eyes.
"Senior, that was a tribulation, right? I have already killed one of its clones." Ye Yang shrugged his shoulders.
"Nonsense! Even if it's a clone, with your strength, how can you kill it?" Old Monk scolded.
Ye Yang helplessly summoned the calamity.
The dark evil energy that was far purer and more powerful than the karma energy rippled out from the black cloud's face.
Old Monk's turbid old eyes immediately opened wide. "It... it's dozens of times stronger than the negative karma energy! What exactly is this?"
Ye Yang spread out his hands. "I erased the will of the avatar, then I grabbed a karmic barrier and fed it a third of it, and it became like this."
Old Monk was dumbfounded. He pointed at Ye Yang and said, "You, you, you! You learned 30,000 karmic barriers?! "
"Yes, I have already learned such a simple cultivation method. It took me about ten minutes." Ye Yang laughed lightly.
Old Monk was speechless. After a while, he said quietly, "Back then, I learned 30,000 karmic hindrance skills, and I learned them for 30 years..."
"Senior, do you have any clues about the Great Tribulation Scripture? I want to take a look at that cultivation technique." Ye Yang said with a smile.
Old Monk sighed, "Do you see this Lightning Gate? Behind it is the Lightning Prison, where a Lightning Devil is imprisoned. The deepest part of the Lightning Prison is the Great Tribulation Scripture."
"But I advise you not to go in, because if you go in, you will most likely die."
"You are a very talented young man. Leave this place and cultivate for another few decades. Once you become a Grandmaster, you will be able to come and go freely in Relic World."
Old Monk tried his best to persuade him.
Ye Yang nodded perfunctorily, then pushed open the thunder door.
Boom!
The blazing silver lightning appeared on the ground, and a thunder-like sound exploded in his ears.
As far as his eyes could see, there was even a world of lightning within the door.
In front of the Thunder Prison, Falling Lightning Field was simply child's play!
"See? Those who haven't cultivated the thunder skill won't be able to enter it. They will be turned into ashes by the endless lightning."
"Moreover, it is extremely dangerous inside. If you take a wrong step, you will die without a burial ground."
"Young man, turn back!"
Old Monk sighed.
Ye Yang suddenly laughed, "Senior, do you believe that I will not only take away the Great Tribulation Scripture, but also kill that Thunder Devil?"
Old Monk widened his shriveled eyes, "Stinking brat, I told you not to leave, but you still dare to talk nonsense with me here?"
"If you have the ability, go in. I'll take my head off and use it as a ball..."
Before he could say the last word, Ye Yang had already walked into the sky filled with lightning.
... "" Old Monk almost choked to death because of this word.
He had clearly lived for hundreds of years. If he died because of this, wouldn't he be extremely unlucky?
"This young man, could it be that he has a hidden trump card?" Old Monk muttered to himself.
"Forget it. The new world created by Xia did not have any Spiritual Energy, nor did it have any superb martial arts inheritance. In an ordinary low level martial world, what trump card could a brat like him have?"
Old Monk thought to himself.
Then, he heard a thunderous voice that sounded like a resounding bell ringing from the Lightning Prison.
"Moo! Moo! Moo!"
"Heavenly Lightning Controlling Technique?" Old Monk widened his eyes and stared with his mouth agape.
"Isn't this martial art already lost in history? Only the prerequisite of the Heavenly Thunder Technique is still in this world!" He simply could not believe his ears.
Twenty minutes later, Ye Yang stepped out of the Lightning Prison.
Behind him, the sky full of Lightning Prison had completely disappeared.