Next, Yang Zhen's rapidly running Ancient Elephant Thunder Body completely exploded, and it was like a raging storm in Yang Zhen's body, sweeping through the meridians of his entire body.
Boom! Something in his mind seemed to break, and a stream of profound enlightenment rang out from Yang Zhen's mind, like the sound of the heavens. Countless mysterious runes flashed with thousands of lightning flashes, lingering in Yang Zhen's mind.
The thunder and lightning in the sky, which was already boiling, became even more violent. The rumbling and terrifying thunder dragon was even more terrifying than when Lei Yuanmu was born. It flew up and down in the sky full of thunder, roaring continuously.
Every inch of Yang Zhen's skin was washed by the thunder, bursting again and again, and recovering as before again and again. Yang Zhen, covered in blood, howled to the sky, and a feeling of good fortune after bad luck soared into the sky.
Feeling the strength in his body constantly increasing, even his bones, muscles, and flesh were rapidly becoming tougher under the baptism of thunder. Yang Zhen gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked towards the center of thunder step by step.
Zhen Ping'er was shocked, with a look of disbelief in her eyes, and she exclaimed: "Impossible, this is definitely not something that a spiritual level technique can do."
Zhen Ping'er had seen spiritual-level techniques before. Even when the leader of the Demon Sect was practicing spiritual-level techniques, he was unable to cause such a horrifying phenomenon in heaven and earth, let alone the most violent power of thunder. Everything Yang Zhen did at this moment was beyond Zhen Ping'er's cognition.
Spiritual-level martial arts cannot indeed reach such a level, not to mention that it is an incomplete martial art. Otherwise, Yang Zhen would have been shattered by thunder the moment he entered the Thunder Lake.
How could Yang Zhen, with his level of cultivation, easily withstand the Lei Ze that even Jindan-stage experts dare not easily set foot on with an incomplete spiritual-level technique?
Yang Zhen felt happy as he felt the violent power of thunder in his body. Even every cell in his body seemed to contain endless thunder energy. He couldn't help but become excited.
Success! No one knew that the incomplete spiritual-level technique that Princess Changyang gave to Yang Zhen, the Ancient Elephant Thunder Body, was indeed perfected by Yang Zhen's extraordinary talent, and it was upgraded by a whole grade. Yang Zhen's Ancient Elephant Thunder Body was not a spiritual-level technique at all, but a saint-level technique also called Ancient Elephant Thunder Body! "I wonder if Princess Changyang would be so surprised that her eyes would pop out when she knew that the Ancient Elephant Thunder Body was actually a saint-level technique after it was perfected. No, this technique is definitely not just saint-level, it might even be able to be promoted."
Yang Zhen murmured to himself, feeling the crazy operation of the ancient elephant thunder body in his body. Waves of thunder energy were absorbed and transformed by him, and melted into his tendons, bones and blood.
Half a day later, Yang Zhen stood up, and he could no longer feel the thunderbolt.
He moved his limbs casually, and suddenly there was a crackling sound like a thunderstorm. In a flash, Yang Zhen's body was surrounded by lightning snakes, shining brightly and emitting terrifying thunder power.
Yang Zhen felt that he could now smash a huge rock with one punch, and he could use both the Heavenly Demon Fist and the Sky Cannon at will.
This is the benefit of a strong body. Yang Zhen is becoming more and more satisfied with the Ancient Elephant Thunder Body.
At this time, Yang Zhen's Saint-level Ancient Elephant Thunder Body had been cultivated to the tenth level, and was only one step away from perfection.
If everyone knew that Yang Zhen only took half a day to complete the practice of Ancient Elephant Thunder Body and reached the tenth level, they would definitely sneer and think that Yang Zhen was talking nonsense.
But this is the fact, this is the effect brought about by Yang Zhen’s terrifying talent, and it is not some fragment of a spiritual-level technique, but an authentic saint-level technique.
Saint-level techniques are rarely seen even in some large sects, not to mention the body-building methods which are even rarer among all the techniques.
Yang Zhen was shrouded in thunder, with many thunder snakes wandering around his body. The terrifying thunder energy in Yang Zhen's body was like a surging river. Under the boiling terrifying power, Yang Zhen's skin seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light, and light was flowing under his skin. Waves of terrifying power burst out, making Yang Zhen feel as if there was endless power in his body.
For a whole half day, Zhen Ping'er stood there without moving. The shock in her eyes not only did not disappear, but became even more intense. It was not until Yang Zhen was surrounded by endless lightning snakes and slowly walked out of the thunder lake that Zhen Ping'er came back to her senses from the shock, made a "pooh" sound, and turned away.
The clothes on Yang Zhen's body had already been burned to ashes by the thunder.
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Yang Zhen was stunned as he had no clothes left. He searched for a long time but couldn't find any spare clothes. He had no choice but to wrap himself in a big leaf and walk stealthily among the mountains and forests.
Not knowing whether all the others had gone to the so-called Enlightenment Monument, Yang Zhen walked for a long time and took great pains to finally find a cheerful older brother.
No one knew which sect this brother belonged to. He was facing a huge earth pit, as if he was digging a hundred-year-old ginseng. He was so excited that his saliva was almost dripping. When Yang Zhen, who was squatting behind him, patted him on the shoulder, he was immediately startled. With a wail, he jumped forward and jumped into the big pit that he had dug with great difficulty.
"Brother, do you really need to do this?" Yang Zhen looked at the monk lying in the pit with a horrified look on his face, and said in amazement, "You dug such a big pit just by digging a ginseng. Are you planning to bury yourself in it?"
"You...what do you know? Even a whisker can be sold for spirit stones." The cultivator looked horrified and stared at Yang Zhen with vigilance. When he saw that Yang Zhen was only at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, he felt relieved.
"I've seen poor people, but I've never seen someone so poor." Yang Zhen shook his head and sighed.
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"You can't even afford clothes!" The monk glanced at Yang Zhen, muttered, and said with contempt: "How can I be as poor as you?"
Yang Zhen laughed when he heard it. It was obvious that this brother really didn't see his own situation clearly. At this critical moment, he still had the mind to look down on others?
"Brother, may I ask, is this the road leading to the Monument of Enlightenment?" Yang Zhen walked up to the cultivator and asked sincerely.
"It's the road to the Enlightenment Monument, but I advise you not to go. With your level of cultivation, it's useless even if you go. All the good places there are occupied by disciples from large sects, and others don't stand a chance at all."
After the cultivator finished speaking, he looked at Yang Zhen with some disdain and muttered, "You are only at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage, but you are really arrogant. Do you think you are Yang Zhen? You are at the third level of the Foundation Establishment Stage and you can make Zhang Zongjin vomit blood."
Yang Zhen was delighted when he heard this. He jumped into the pit, patted the monk on the shoulder, and said, "Brother, I have a piece of advice for you."
"What?" The monk looked at Yang Zhen nervously, fearing that Yang Zhen would break his roots.
"Let's go find a place to get a pair of glasses!" Yang Zhen said, staring at the monk with a fierce look in his eyes, "Now, rob, take off your clothes!"
(End of this chapter)