Who could weave a net of lightning?
Fang Yun looked up at the endless clouds and lightning with a dim expression on his face.
In the past few days, they had searched all the places with abundant Holy Qi at the edge of Thunder Mountain, but they often found nothing. At least seven out of ten places had no Holy Qi. In the end, they only found seventy-nine Holy Qi masses and not a single Spiritual Skeleton.
A few years ago, the Holy Spirits of the mountains went on an expedition to the Sky River and passed by the Thunder Weaver Mountain. However, this time, the Ancient Dragon Burial Valley would definitely trigger the appearance of the treasures. Therefore, the Thunder Weaver Mountain should not be so barren.
"Are we that unlucky? We can't possibly search every single valley. "Fang Yun couldn't figure it out.
Fang Yun and the ten Mountain Range Holy Spirits stopped at the edge of a huge valley. In front of them was a valley with a radius of a thousand miles, which was also the only way to go deep into Thunder Mountain.
Shan Zhongyang said thoughtfully, "In my opinion, someone has been searching for Spiritual Skeletons in Thunder Mountain before us. As for Holy Qi masses, they are not as useful as Spiritual Skeletons, so they must have only searched the best places. Otherwise, the Holy Qi masses and Spiritual Skeletons should not be like this even at the edge of Thunder Mountain. "
Fang Yun nodded and said, "There should be more than one person."
Not only did the East Sea Dragon Palace have the topographic map of Thunder Weaver Mountain, but the other three Dragon Palaces and even the Dragon Clan outside the Saint Origin World also had the topographic map. The Dragon Clan was spread across the ten thousand worlds, so it was normal for the Dragon Emperor to come to Thunder Weaver Mountain to collect Saint Qi and Spiritual Remains.
Seeing Fang Yun's pale face, Shan Zhongyang comforted him, "Even so, we still found a lot of Holy Qi masses."
"Far from enough." Fang Yun took a deep breath and suppressed his irritation.
"Then what should we do? Why don't we send you to the Blood Graveyard of the Ancient Monster Clan? With your status, you might be able to borrow a Great Khan or even an Emperor's Spiritual Skeleton. Or you can exchange the Ring of Sacred Skull for a Saint Skeleton or multiple Emperor Skeletons. "Shan Zhongyang said.
Fang Yun looked down at the Ring of Sacred Skull and shook his head.
This ring was the key. If he were to exchange it now, all his previous plans would be for naught. Moreover, those Ancient Fey might not exchange it. It was very likely that they would openly snatch it.
At this moment, Yamanaka Yang suddenly looked towards the depths of the mountain and whispered: "Something's not right. I can feel someone spying on us from the clouds. Retreat! "
The other Holy Spirits hesitated and looked at Fang Yun on Shan Zhongyang's shoulder.
"Retreat!" Fang Yun ordered without hesitation.
The ten Mountain Saint Spirits turned around and ran. Some of them even released Holy Qi, which could be turned into defensive power at any time.
Boom!
Suddenly, a sound that was louder than the sound of thousands of thunders striking down at the same time came from the depths of Thunder Weaving Mountain. It sounded like a landslide and a tsunami.
Fang Yun hurriedly looked back and saw that between the sea of clouds and the mountains, amidst the dense lightning, a deep blue dragon broke through the clouds. Its body was thousands of feet long, like a mountain in the sky.
This thunder dragon's blue body was completely composed of countless thunderbolts. Wherever it passed, it was like a whale sucking in water, devouring all the thunderbolts. It was like the lord of thunderbolts, emitting a vast and dignified aura.
The body made of thunderbolts was not fixed. Subtle details were constantly changing, but the outline was no different from that of ordinary Dragons.
The thunder dragon's eyes were pitch-black vortexes, in which thunderbolts were circling. It was very strange.
Fang Yun was surprised. The thunder dragon only lived in the depths of Thunder Weaving Mountain and rarely left. But now, not only did it chase after them, but it was also emitting a strong murderous intent.
Thunder Dragons were different from Dragons. They were living creatures with flesh and blood. This thunder dragon was born from thunder devouring the will of the Saints. Although it was not very intelligent, it was very powerful. Especially in Thunder Weaving Mountain, no Emperor could defeat it without using Holy Qi.
This thunder dragon's flying speed was much faster than the others. It was as if it was not flying, but constantly moving with the help of the thunderclouds.
Yamanaka Yang exclaimed: "It's crazy! It's much faster than us! Fang Yun, you run first. We'll stop it! "
Fang Yun said helplessly: "It's coming for me."
"What?"
"You've never entered Thunder Weaving Mountain. Why would it want to kill you?"
Fang Yundao: "It must be the person who took the Holy Qi mass and the spiritual skeleton. I don't know how he made this thunder dragon target me. If I don't enter Thunder Weaving Mountain, I'll be fine. But if I do, I'll be attacked. Good move. I underestimated them. "
Fang Yun looked around. The good news was that there was only one thunder dragon. The bad news was that he could not fight back. Plus, the Mountain Saint Spirit might not be able to escape.
They were originally thousands of miles apart, but the thunder dragon had caught up to them in a short time.
Yamanaka Yang had already used Holy Qi to fly, but the distance between them was still shrinking.
Just then, a dog-shaped Mountain Saint Spirit suddenly turned around. Surrounded by Holy Qi, it emitted a faint golden light and rushed toward the thunder dragon.
The thunder dragon was high up in the sky. It did not look happy or angry. It just casually waved its claws, and the wind howled. Thousands of thunderbolts fell like pillars and drowned the Mountain Saint Spirit in an instant.
The thunder dragon did not even look at the Mountain Saint Spirit. It quickly approached.
After a few breaths, Fang Yun saw the Mountain Saint Spirit that had been attacked by the thunderbolts. Its rock body was charred and damaged. The Holy Qi around it had been greatly depleted. It was using the Holy Qi mass to recover.
Fang Yun narrowed his eyes. The Level Four Demon King had used Holy Qi to protect itself, but it was still suppressed by the thunder dragon. It was obvious how powerful the thunder dragon was.
"Why is the thunder dragon attacking me? Is it following someone's orders, or does it mistake me for an enemy? "
Many thoughts flashed through Fang Yun's mind. Finally, he concluded that someone must have taken something he had used before. It had his aura on it and angered the thunder dragon. That was why it was chasing him as soon as he appeared.
"What should I do?" Yamanaka Yang's voice was a little panicked.
But the next moment, the Mountain Saint Spirit stopped in midair.
The thunder dragon had used some kind of teleportation technique. It had jumped hundreds of miles and appeared in front of him, completely blocking his way out of Thunder Weaving Mountain.
He could either turn around and run away, or defeat the thunder dragon.
Yamanaka Yang was not afraid of the Emperors of the Fire Tribe, but he was helpless in front of the thunder dragon.
The thunder dragon's body was not as strong as an ordinary Emperor's, but in Thunder Weaving Mountain, every thunder dragon was the master of thunder and lightning.
"There's nowhere to run. Let's fight together!"
Fang Yun ordered. He immediately used a battle poem instead of a battle of words.
In this storm of thunder and lightning, the True Dragon Ancient Sword was like walking into a trap.
The ten Mountain Saint Spirits attacked at the same time. Some charged at the thunder dragon, while others surrounded it from the side. Yamanaka Yang was in the middle. Holy Qi surged around him. Mountains formed by Holy Qi appeared behind him.
The thunder dragon roared and swept its claws.
The entire Thunder Weaving Mountain seemed to be frozen for a moment. Then the sky was filled with thunder and lightning. It was daytime under the dark clouds. Countless bolts of lightning covered Fang Yun and the Mountain Saint Spirits like a silver rainstorm.
Whether it was Fang Yun's battle poem or the Mountain Saint Spirits' demonic arts, they were all defeated instantly. They fell to the ground as if they were under heavy pressure.
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