Chapter 205

The thunder almost lit up the world, and the dark sky seemed to turn white for a moment.

Zhu Quan's face was turned white by the thunder, with fear and some hesitation in the depths of his eyes.

The thunder light is flashing, illuminating the world and giving people respect.

Although there is still a lot of distance between us, we can already feel the electric arc running around here. There is a strong wind ahead, mixed with sand, which makes people squint.

Zhu Quan stagnated in the same place, looked at the front with a complex complexion, and was thinking whether to continue to move forward. At this time, there was a sudden sound of horse hoofs behind him.

He looked back, but it was Zhao Wuming of the Zhao family.

"What's he doing here?"

Zhu Quan said secretly in his heart that Zhao Wuming had turned over and dismounted and walked towards this side.

"Lord?"

Zhao Wuming was also a little surprised. He looked at the frightened bodyguards around and immediately walked to Zhu Quan's front.

"You are not..."

"Hey, thanks to the help of master Yang Xian, I'm back to the city master now and I'm going to take office."

"I see. I'm still worried about you."

Zhao Wuming breathed a sigh of relief. He also knew when Zhu Quan stepped down.

Zhu Quan sighed, looked at the young man in front of him and said, "this is not the time to talk about the past. How did you come here?"

"Because the scene was almost the same as when I saw brother Yang. At that time, it seemed to be caused by a little panther."

"Little Panther?"

Zhu Quan frowned. He didn't know about it.

"Yes, at the beginning, brother Yang suddenly appeared in my father's clothes grave, and a little Panther followed him. As soon as the Panther appeared, it caused thunder, as it is today."

"Monster?"

Zhu Quan hesitated more and more. Now he has a good future. If he pays here, it won't be worth it.

Zhao Wuming shook his head: "I don't know, but the relationship between the Panther and brother Yang seems good, so I want to see it today."

As he said this, he walked forward on his own, while Zhu Quan and his bodyguards stayed where they were. They had their own thoughts and didn't dare to come forward again.

"Boom!"

There was another startling noise, and the whole ground seemed to tremble.

A colorful thunder with the thickness of a water tank danced in the air like a dragon and snake, circling down, with great power, and even the aura of heaven and earth seemed to be split.

Zhu Quan and his bodyguards stepped back a few steps and looked at the air in horror. The dark clouds there had gathered into a huge vortex, and the thunder light kept running around, dazzling.

"This... This is heaven's anger!"

Someone screamed and turned and ran away.

Zhu Quan didn't stop it. The scene was so shocking that even he felt his legs weak. The feeling of dying made goose bumps all over him.

Zhao Wuming also looked up at the sky, with fear in his eyes, but his steps didn't stop, slowly and firmly, and stepped over this small hill.

Below is a depression, which is full of withered and yellow weeds, but the center is scorched black, and the fire can be seen faintly.

"What's that?"

Zhao Wuming widened his eyes. In the light of the fire, a huge dark shadow swayed more than ever, but it was resisting the thunder.

The shadow looks five or six meters high. Some are like tigers and leopards. There are two tails behind it. There is white light flashing on it, and infinite spiritual power fluctuations gush out of it.

The terrible thunder fell from the sky. When it hit it, the white light suddenly flourished, forming a curtain of light. The thunder was blocked and difficult to get close to its body.

"This... Is this the little Panther..."

Zhao Wuming swallowed his saliva, which was unbelievable.

The little black panther, who was only knee high that day, was now several meters high, accompanied by terror and prestige, which shocked him.

Although the change of this size is large, its shape is the same as what he has seen before.

The thunder in the sky could not stop bombarding, more and more violent, and the splashed thunder nearly submerged the whole depression. The black figure was shrouded in white light, ferocious and abnormal.

Zhao Wuming's eyes are very complex, with envy and more fear.

He stayed where he was and didn't move on, so as not to suffer from the fish in the pond.

The thunder lasted for a long time, and then it slowly subsided, but the clouds above did not disperse, but pressed lower, and seemed to be brewing the strongest blow.

In the depression, the thunder gradually disappeared, and only some electric arcs still ran around on the ground.

A black light rushed out of it, and there was black smoke on his body.

Zhao Wuming was shocked and was about to instinctively dodge. The black light had come close, and then a flicker. The black light narrowed rapidly, turned into a black leopard and crawled on his shoulder.

For a moment, the thunder clouds in the sky swam over and settled on Zhao Wuming's head.

"Damn it, it's haunting."

The little black leopard said a harsh sentence, and immediately glanced at Zhao Wuming. With a flash of light, he rushed to the center of his eyebrows, turned into a strange Rune and disappeared.

The dark clouds in the sky stirred twice, and there were faint signs of falling, but after a long time, they dispersed slowly.

Three days later, Jiangguo palace.

Yang Xuan sat cross legged on the bed with a palm sized jade pot in front of him.

He had just finished feeding the spirit swallowing bug, which consumed a lot of spiritual power this time. After the spirit swallowing bug swallowed it, he also fell asleep again and didn't feel the slightest breath.

Yang Xuan looked at the jade pot and murmured, "earlier, we should ask old Li for advice about swallowing spirit insects. Now, we can only feed them like this."

Each time, it can devour the majestic spiritual power and make the soul swallowing insect sleep continuously, but that's all. Without saying its purpose, it hasn't even changed at all.

He sighed and took the jade pot to his waist.

Just then, a little light suddenly lit up in his mind. Yang Xuan raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

It was a corner of the room, but his sight was not on it.

"Squeak."

With a soft sound, someone pushed the door in outside the courtyard.

Yang Xuan soon returned to his mind and spread his divine knowledge. After a while, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth and walked outside the room.

"Master, I'm here again."

"All said, don't call me master." Yang Xuan covered his forehead and walked out of the door with a bitter smile.

Su Yueer stood there, her hands no longer behind her. She was wearing a white long dress. The clothes fluttered slowly with the gentle autumn wind, and a few strands of hair hung behind her.

Seeing Yang Xuan's expression, Su Yue's tongue stuck out playfully: "no, I have to call, master, master."

"All right, come on, what's the matter?"