V6.Chapter 460

"Boom..."

A loud noise burst in the sand, and this time the result was quite different from the previous times.

The silver monster stabbed by the thunderbolt gun was not purified without a trace by the power inside, but, like the golden monster in the cave, its whole body completely burst, with broken meat and green blood splashing everywhere, making countless holes in the surrounding yellow sand.

Mu Zilong was slightly stunned, and then overjoyed and said, "brother he, you have succeeded."

He Yiming burst out laughing, and his heart was full of joy. This success is of great significance to him.

Among them, what benefited him most should be the light force sealed in the thunderbolt gun.

He Yiming slowly restrained his laughter. He Yiming half closed his eyes and sank into the Dantian. Unexpectedly, it was here that he began to realize the power of light in the magical pseudo God realm.

This power is indeed somewhat different from the light power he controls. It is a difference in level, not in quantity.

Although the two light forces belong to the same power system, one is paper and the other is coal. The light and heat that the same volume can release after being ignited are absolutely different.

In his Dantian, the light power of the pseudo God realm is being decomposed in a bit by bit way. This method is quite fast. In only a quarter of an hour or so, all the light power of the pseudo God realm in a thunderbolt gun has been completely decomposed.

Vaguely, he Yiming seems to have taken a step further in his power control, but this is only a very subtle feeling, and he is unable to say a specific thing.

After all, if you can grasp the power of the false god realm by analyzing it casually, it's really ridiculous.

With open arms, he Yiming seemed to want to hug the world, and he sent out a sharp roar. The howling echoed on the open sand, becoming more and more intense in the whistling wind.

Slowly, his heart calmed down, and he Yiming's eyes flashed. He immediately made up his mind to collect as much of the light power of the false god realm as possible and store it, so that he could analyze and comprehend it little by little in the future.

He has such a feeling that this light power belonging to the false god realm is definitely a guiding light in his future martial arts practice. In contrast, the effect of instilling the power of light and darkness and improving the overall power of thunderbolt gun is secondary.

However, Mu Zilong would never think so. His face was full of joy.

After personally experiencing the combat effects of these two thunderbolt guns, he deeply understood how great the power can be improved if the thunderbolt guns in everyone's hands are converted into variant thunderbolt guns.

After he Yiming and Changxiao vented, Mou Zilong immediately asked with concern, "brother he, how much can you convert?"

He Yiming hesitated for a moment and said, "since we have found a way, we can convert as many as we have."

Mou Zilong's eyebrows moved slightly, and his whole face was in high spirits.

He took off his bracelet and waved it gently, and there were rows of neatly placed thunderbolt guns in front of them.

Eightthousand thunderbolt guns don't occupy much space, especially when they are stacked in an orderly manner.

He Yiming's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise.

If so many thunderbolt guns can absorb all the power of light inside, it will be of greater benefit to his future progress.

However, if he did not have chaos Dantian, he would not be able to store the light power of the strong in the false god realm, let alone understand this power.

With a wave of his hand, hundreds of thunderbolt guns have soared into the air. Under the control of he Yiming, their tails flew towards he Yiming and were firmly attached to his body.

At this time, he Yiming's body is like a big funnel, absorbing the power of hundreds of thunderbolt guns with the light power of virtual and real. It is the so-called first rebirth and second familiarity. When he Yiming becomes more proficient in mastering the power of the blending of emptiness and reality, the speed of guiding the power of light will be faster.

After a moment, all the light power disappeared, and the thunderbolt gun became empty, and there was no divine power. At this moment, hundreds of hidden light forces surged out, replacing the original position of pure light forces and occupying the whole thunderbolt gun.

In a short time of half an hour, the hundreds of variant thunderbolt guns have been completely converted.

Mou Zilong on one side saw that he was tongue tied. In his memory, even the bright and powerful man in the false god realm could not achieve this level at all. Is he Yiming's understanding of martial arts still above the old man who has been addicted to the power of light all his life?

However, he did not know that the golden mouthpiece contained two different forces of light and darkness. If you simply instill one of these forces, it is naturally more difficult, but if you instill the power of the combination of light and darkness at the same time, it is an easy thing.

However, in this world, he Yiming is the only one who can fuse the light and dark forces. So only he discovered the secret.

Hundreds of thunderbolt guns were successfully converted in a quarter of an hour. He Yiming was quite satisfied with this effect. Of course, the most satisfactory thing is that in his Dantian, hundreds of light power of the strong in the false god realm has been condensed.

However, this number is too rare for he Yiming, who wants to understand the false god realm.

With a gentle shake, more than 100 mutated thunderbolt guns have gathered together and fell in front of Mou Zilong. Then, another hundred thunderbolt guns flew around his body and stuck tightly to his body.

He Yiming has spared no effort in order to accumulate more light power in the false god realm as soon as possible.

Batch by batch, after five hours, the eightthousand thunderbolt guns had been reduced by half, and in he Yiming's Dantian, the originally extremely weak light power of the pseudogod realm had slowly accumulated. Although it is far from powerful, it can be used for a period of time.

But at this time, he Yiming himself felt a little exhausted and weak.

Just looking at his achievements in this period of time, the 4000 modified variant thunderbolt gun, his heart also has a trace of pride.

In just five hours, with the continuous output, he actually instilled the power of light and darkness into the 4000 thunderbolt gun, which is quite a great thing for a virtual realm.

However, he increasingly admired the strong man in the false god realm.

The more this power is absorbed, the more he Yiming feels.

When the strong man exerted the power of light, he was absolutely up to the point, and the amount he exerted was quite limited, which was probably the amount of purification of a golden monster.

Just think about the number of thunderbolt guns made by this person in a hundred years, it is understandable that he is so stingy.

But he Yiming is absolutely ashamed to be able to accurately grasp the power to this extent.

He even had an idea in his heart that if he could ask for advice face to face, there would be no regret. Of course, he knew that this idea could only be extravagant.

Those who can master the power of light must be the strong men of the Western temple. They don't know that the previous generations of Shinto did not hide what they did before the Western temple from those humanitarian peaks. Therefore, according to he Yiming's estimation, the strong man must have known the changes.

Maybe in this environment, he won't trouble himself, but it's unrealistic to expect him to teach himself the secret of light again.

"Brother he, you need to have a rest. Let's practice tomorrow." Mu Zilong said in a deep voice.

He Yiming nodded slightly. He calmed down and began to absorb the power of heaven and earth around him. In fact, with his strength, even if it is to transform another 2000, there is no problem. But if he really tries to be brave, he will fall into a state of exhaustion, which he Yiming will try his best to avoid.

An hour later, he Yiming opened his eyes and said, "brother Mou, you can start."

Mu Zilong shook his head and said, "brother he, take a rest for a while. We don't need to be so anxious."

He Yiming waved his hand and said, "be careful, there are many dreams in the night, so let's start."

Mou Zilong, who couldn't beat he Yiming, had to take out the remaining thunderbolt guns again.

Looking at the thunderbolt guns piled all over the ground, he Yiming did not hesitate to devote himself to the intense and orderly work. For him, he was really afraid of dreaming too much at night.

Only by sucking the light power of the pseudogods in these thunderbolt guns into the Dantian as soon as possible, he Yiming will be really relieved.

In this way, five hours later, when he Yiming completed the conversion of the last dozens of thunderbolt guns, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Mou Zilong looked at his eyes with a look of respect.

He didn't know he Yiming's real intention, but thought that this young Shinto strongman was full of blood, and would spare no effort to increase the power of thunderbolt gun. This practice of disregarding personal gains and losses will naturally be particularly respected.

After hesitating for a while, Mou zilonglang said, "brother he, you and I are half each of these 8000 variant thunderbolt guns."

Although half of them were missing, Mou Zilong was already satisfied, because he knew that as long as he used them properly, the power of the remaining 4000 thunderbolt guns would definitely be more than twice that of the previous ones.

He Yiming shook his head with a smile and said, "brother Mou, I don't need a thunderbolt gun. I just want to ask you a favor."

Mu Zi's Dragon God's feelings coagulated and said, "brother he, if you have any instructions, just say it."

He Yiming pointed to the many thunderbolt guns on the ground and said, "I heard that there are also a large number of thunderbolt guns in the hands of other Shinto strongmen, so please ask brother Mou to lead the line, and let me transform them together."

Mou Zilong stared at he Yiming and finally bowed deeply to him and said, "brother he is righteous, brother he is convinced..."

He Yiming looked at each other inexplicably, blinking his eyes, but he never understood where he showed "high righteousness".