"Ancestral tortoiseshell! How did it end up in your hands? "
"That tortoise's life source tortoiseshell is in the hands of Little Chan 'er's successor. Haha, how ironic!"
Two voices rang out at the same time. Lu Ping now knew that this tortoiseshell shield was actually Taoist Gui's True Spirit Tortoiseshell. Just like the Fifteen Ton Cudgel, it was a divine treasure that was not weaker than the six Heaven Splitting Divine Weapons!
The Butterfly Fairy coldly snorted and seemed to want to say something, but the berserk nature of the Thunder Source was clearly beyond her expectations. Although she was protected by the tortoiseshell, the pressure from the raging lightning caused her internal organs to be injured the moment she opened her mouth to speak.
However, Lu Ping could clearly see that as the lightning raged on the tortoiseshell, countless runic patterns on the tortoiseshell shield were activated. The runic patterns swam around the surface of the shield in an orderly manner. Many of the lightning bolts that struck the shield instantly disappeared, and many of the runic patterns that lit up flickered and formed new runic patterns. However, there were also many runic patterns that completely disintegrated under the lightning bolts, even causing cracks to appear on the surface of the tortoiseshell shield. But soon after, the new runic patterns swam over and patched up the cracks.
The Butterfly Fairy took the risk to break into the Thunder Source to compete with Peng Daoren for the Thunder Source to improve the quality of the tortoiseshell shield.
However, the Thunder Source was a high level source that only cultivators in the eighth True Spirit Realm were qualified to touch. Its threat was clearly far above the other seven attributes.
Ancestor Xiang used the Creation Cauldron to protect himself and hid in the seven source rivers. He controlled the Fifteen Ton Cudgel and smashed it towards the source of lightning. He no longer cared about the damage that the Fifteen Ton Cudgel, an acquired spiritual treasure, would suffer from the corrosion of the source of lightning.
But even then, under Daoist Peng's control, the slightest backlash from the quintessence of lightning caused Ancestor Xiang to be in a fluster, and it was even to the extent that he had no choice but to transform into the Tyrannical Turtle True Spirit to resist it head on.
At this time, Xiang Laozu's hair was disheveled and blood seeped out of his skin, staining his messy clothes. He looked extremely embarrassed. If it were not for the Good Fortune Cauldron constantly condensing the world's origin energy, Xiang Laozu would have died long ago.
However, although the backlash of the Thunder Source made Xiang Laozu very afraid, Xiang Laozu still tried his best to interfere with the Thunder Source. Only in this way could he keep trying to absorb the scattered Thunder Source with the Good Fortune Cauldron, even if it was just a little bit.
If Xiang Laozu was just wandering around to harass Peng Daoren, and the butterfly fairy was only disturbing the Thunder Source with the help of Taoist Gui's True Spirit Shield, Longhuai Ancestor had now become the one who directly prevented Peng Daoren from condensing the power of the Thunder Source.
However, after the first time, when Peng Daoren was unprepared, the crystal hammer in his hand destroyed half of the Thunder Source in one of Peng Daoren's thunderbolts, its resistance to the Thunder Source became weaker and weaker. Every time it blocked the thunderbolts, the backlash of the thunderbolts would cause great damage to Longhuai Ancestor's physical body.
Although Longhuai Ancestor tried his best to stop the thunderbolts, the rest of the Thunder Source was absorbed into Peng Daoren's body by Peng Daoren. Among the tail feathers of the roc behind him, five were already stained with the thunderbolts.
"I originally wanted to condense the power of the Thunder Source after the seven original powers were fully condensed. In this way, I could use the power of the original power of this world to fuse with the eight original powers to break through to the ninth level of the True Spirit Realm. Then, with the innate original power of this world, I could break through to the supreme Divine Spirit Realm and finally enjoy immortality."
"However, I didn't expect that you Minor Repairs would be able to force me into such a situation. I had no choice but to condense the power of the Thunder Source first. You should be proud of yourselves!"
"However, everything ends here. You may have some methods to resist the seven original powers, but only I had some understanding of the power of the Thunder Source back then. Only then did I create the number one divine artifact, the Seven Thunder Treasures Calabash. Since the world was opened, the Old Man has used the Seven Thunder Treasures Calabash to collect and nurture the Thunder Source of this world. If the acquired treasures in your hands were still there, you might have been able to resist it. But now, they are in the hands of you Minor Repairs. Hehe, it's like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"
"I just need to spend another thousand years to break through to the Chaotic Realm again. As long as the innate original power of this world is still in my hands, the path to immortality will not be able to escape my hands!"
Peng Daoren saw that the Longhuai Ancestor and the others had little effect on resisting the power of the Thunder Source, while his own power of lightning was not greatly affected. The success of his tens of thousands of years of planning was right in front of him. He could not help but feel happy, and his expression became much more relaxed.
At this moment, Lu Ping's heart was in turmoil. The Seventh Patriarch had disappeared from this world when the world was opened. Now, it seemed that the two sides had clearly started a fight in the passage formation.
The result of this fight was obvious. The other six Laozu had all died, and even their bodies were refined into puppets. As the strongest and the only survivor, Peng Daoren had no choice but to leave his body and entrust his truesoul to the origin of this world.
The cultivation world had long speculated that the disappearance of the Seventh Patriarch was due to the death of all the other Laozu. However, there were different speculations about the reason for the fight. Only Lu Ping knew that the Seventh Patriarch's fight was because they were fighting for an "innate" item from a handkerchief that Jiao Daoren left for the Luan Daoist.
Now that he suddenly heard "innate original power" from Peng Daoren, Lu Ping instantly guessed that it must be the item that Jiao Daoren mentioned. Even so, when Lu Ping learned that the innate original power was the key to embark on the path to immortality, he still could not suppress the shock in his heart.
The Divine Spirit Realm, the path to immortality, was the innate original power the key?
Although everyone was in danger at this moment, and there was always the danger of dying under the ravaging of the origin of thunder, Lu Ping had never felt that the path to immortality was so clearly displayed in front of him. Although it was still far away, and even somewhat unreachable, it made Lu Ping feel that it was indeed real.
"Did Laozu collect the origin of thunder in this world with the Seven Treasures Thunder Calabash through the hands of the Yuwen Clan?"
Lu Ping's abrupt question was clearly out of Peng Daoren's expectations. This human cultivator's calmness made Peng Daoren feel a little uneasy. However, it was only a little, and it was immediately extinguished by the surging origin of thunder that surged into his body.
"The Yuwen Clan? Hehe, you're nothing but a marionette of mine. Those few people were able to arrange a contingency plan before they died, trying to use you, Minor Repairs, to ruin my plan. Don't tell me that I haven't made arrangements for the whole world? "
While talking and laughing, Peng Daoren strengthened the counterattack with a bolt of original thunder. Longhuai Ancestor gave a muffled groan, and the Cosmos Wine Cauldron floating above his head made a loud noise, mixed with the shrill cry of an ape, and the body of a spirit ape was slowly dissipating.
Xiang Laozu was still trying his best to interfere, but the effect was minimal. Meanwhile, the butterfly fairy could no longer withstand the raging thunder. More and more cracks appeared on Priest Gui's Armor of True Spirit, and those spell symbols that had absorbed the thunder power could no longer be repaired.
While controlling the seven-feathered fan to help Laozu, Lu Ping also kept a giant cauldron floating above his head and said, "Poor Yuwen Clan. For tens of thousands of years, they claimed to be the most powerful family, but in the end, they were just puppets at the mercy of others. What a pity!"
Daoist Peng sneered and said, "At that time, I had yet to open up the cultivation of the Origin of Thunder. Otherwise, I would have rewarded them with some good fortune after I succeeded in my cultivation for tens of thousands of years, making up for the deficiencies in their bloodlines. They were nothing more than objects of fortune and ant-like existences. If they died, then they died. What's there to feel pity about?" Daoist Peng sneered and said, "Back then, I had yet to open up the cultivation of the Origin of Thunder.
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