1157: C1157 Lightning Strike

C1157 Lightning Strike

Closing his eyes, Lin Feng sat down respectfully. With a thought, the Dubhe Sword whistled and flew into the midst of the terrifying rolling Heavenly Thunder.

"Boom!" A terrifying Heavenly Thunder exploded onto the Dubhe Sword and terrifying rays of lightning instantly twined around it. At the same time, Lin Feng's body fiercely trembled a little as his body spasmed. At that moment, he felt as if his soul was about to fly out of his body.

As he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, the aura of lightning and thunder faintly spread out from Lin Feng's body, causing crackling sounds to be heard.

"Lin Feng!" Seeing that Lin Feng's face had become pale, her beautiful face also instantly turned pale white.

"Don't come over." Lin Feng shouted and said, "Mengqing, cultivate peacefully for these hundred days. Don't worry about me."

As soon as his voice fell, another aura trembling with spirit came forth. His body kept twitching, and at the same time, the terrifying Life Strength in between his eyebrows pierced through his body, seemingly giving birth to new life, causing him to feel slightly better.

"Lin Feng..." Mengqing saw that Lin Feng's body was twitching nonstop and that blood was flowing out from the corner of her mouth. She felt a pain in her heart, as if the lightning had struck her heart.

"I'm cultivating, it's fine!" Lin Feng exposed a smile towards Mengqing, following that a terrifying rumbling sound of thunder could be heard, and the muscles on his face immediately twitched violently.

As a result, he was able to easily control the sword, and its speed was extremely fast. However, as the Heavenly Thunder rolled down, the sword was injured, and his soul was also dragged in, being struck by lightning. He was in incomparable pain, and when the pain ended, the connection between the sword and the sword would be severed, and the Sword Soul would be able to successfully condense.

"Sword Emperor Wutian is not an ordinary person!" Lin Feng thought, the Sword Emperor Wutian had raised the sword for ten years, Lin Feng seemed to be able to imagine how terrifying of a pain he had to endure, in order to finally ascend to the throne and have one brilliant battle after another.

It was precisely because of this terrifying cultivation arts that no one tried to use the Sword Pavilion of the people who cultivated it, even though the Sword Emperor Wutian had revealed it to them. This was a method that lunatics use to cultivate, but there were a few people who had never gone insane for being able to look down on the heavens and earth.

Most people only see the glory of others, but not how much they have paid behind their backs.

But as it was struck by the waves of terrifying lightning attacks, it continued to persevere as the light coming from the sword body became more and more resplendent, more and more dazzling. After being completely washed in lead, it was then baptized by the Heavenly Thunder, and the sword, was gradually transforming!

Seeing that Lin Feng was suffering from such horrendous pain, Mengqing's beautiful watery eyes became a little red, but every now and then, Lin Feng would give her a comforting smile and inadvertently let out a few words of laughter, in hopes that Mengqing could relax a little.

After three days, the pain was finally alleviated by a lot, and although Lin Feng was still in pain, he was no longer as terrifying as before. The bright and pure light of the stars and moon shone on him, and it actually produced a dazzling light, the sword, was adapted to the lightning attacks, and although Lin Feng was still in pain, he was no longer as terrifying as he was at the beginning.

After seven days, the pain had lessened even further, to the point where he was able to stand up, straighten his back, and look at the Dubhe Sword charging straight into the clouds, going through the refining process.

Looking at the straight back of Lin Feng, Mengqing finally revealed a brilliant smile. After that, Lin Feng turned around, gently smiled at him, and said: "Cultivate with peace of mind, be careful or I will catch up to you very quickly!"

"Yes." Mengqing nodded his head, and then truly started cultivating by the side. She was thinking, if she was a bit stronger, maybe she would not need to make Lin Feng suffer so much, but of course, this was only the naive thoughts of a woman, the first thing Lin Feng wanted was to have the ability to protect the people around him, how could he relax, and not let himself become stronger.

When thirty days had passed, the Dubhe Sword had already faintly swallowed and spat out a wisp of purple colored sword shine. It was the power of thunder and lightning.

"I should be able to take it." Lin Feng muttered to himself, and then he slowly walked forward, towards the terrifying Heavenly Thunder.

"Boom!" When Lin Feng stepped onto the side of the Heavenly Thunder, a terrifying bolt of lightning struck down towards him, causing him to vomit another mouthful of blood. Lin Feng's body was smashed down, but he did not make any sound, lest he disturb Mengqing's cultivation.

"The lightning energy exchanged by more than six hundred thousand lives cannot be wasted so easily. Since I have baptized the Dubhe Sword, I should also temper my body a little!" Three lifetimes of Devil Scripture were incomparably strong, and there was an effect of body refinement within the arts. At this moment, Lin Feng began to revolve, and the roiling devilish energy began to wildly circulate around him, as though his entire body had transformed into a dark Devil God.

Lin Feng stepped down, and following that, a rumbling sound was heard as he was chopped down. He repeated this nonstop, and Lin Feng already didn't know how many mouthfuls of blood he spat, but he could clearly feel his body transforming, maybe, he could experience the power of lightning with the Dubhe Sword, and not borrow the Dubhe Sword's help to understand lightning.

After Lin Feng consumed a stalk of Devil Bodhi, his body seemed to have a devil light revolving around it, dancing with the lightning. And his footsteps, finally, also slightly advanced a few steps inwards, enduring the even more intense might of the lightning.

Of course, Lin Feng was not a Holy Artifact. Even though he had the devil arts and a terrifying lifeline to protect his body, he still did not dare step into the center of the lightning.

In this way, his body seemed to contain the power of thunder and lightning. Although he had spat out countless mouthfuls of blood and shed countless layers of skin and flesh, the power of thunder and the power of fate had tempered his body and bones. His physical strength had increased by a whole new level.

What Lin Feng did not know was that Mengqing, who had been cultivating by the side, actually had a trace of tears that had yet to dry on her beautiful face.

When Lin Feng withstood the divine lightning for eighty ten days, he realized that he had levelled up, and just like that, he stepped into the realm of Sixth Level of Heavenly Martial Stage. This made Lin Feng at a loss of whether to laugh or cry, and after being struck by the lightning, he actually leveled up.

A hundred days of time had finally passed. In these hundred days, Lin Feng endured indescribable pain. But what made Lin Feng feel depressed was that he actually faintly hoped to give him a bit more time.

As he walked out of the Destiny Temple, Lin Feng reached out his hand. With a thought, terrifying bolts of lightning twined and wreaked havoc in his palm, bringing with it destructive might.

With a strange smile on his lips, Lin Feng looked at Mengqing, revealing a somewhat honest expression.1

"Have you been hacked silly!" Mengqing looked at Lin Feng with hidden bitterness, as if he had something to say. This fellow, was actually still smiling foolishly, and didn't even know how much pain he had endured.

"If it were to be hacked a few more times, it would be able to raise my cultivation by another level, increase my physical body's strength, and also allow me to comprehend the seventh level of the Lightning Will. I don't mind being hacked a few more times!" Lin Feng said with a smile, all of that just now were the benefits he got, his cultivation had increased, his physical body had become stronger, and what made Lin Feng even more speechless was, unknowingly, he had gained seven levels of lightning will energy, which was the benefit of being struck by lightning.

Of course, it was very easy for him to understand where the seventh level of the Mandate of Lightning came from, because he had already comprehended three types of Mandates, and they were all quite powerful. But now, his body had been struck by lightning, and his soul had been struck by lightning, so how could his comprehension of the Mandates of Lightning not be deep?

Of course, what Lin Feng was looking forward to the most was still the Dubhe Sword. The current Dubhe Sword seemed to have risen another level, although it had not reached the middle tier Holy Artifact, it should not be too far away. What made Lin Feng even more excited, was that he faintly felt that his first Sword Soul had taken shape, and was showing signs of forming a Sword Soul!

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