At this moment, the extremely violent thunder element was like a surging and unstoppable tide, rushing towards Lu Jingzhi's body with an overwhelming force.
In the blink of an eye, it was completely submerged.
Dazzling flashes of lightning suddenly burst out from Lu Jingzhi's skin. These lightning flashes were like countless slender and agile silver snakes, freely moving across his body.
Sometimes it flashes bright and dazzling light, and sometimes it hides in the darkness.
At the same time, Lu Jingzhi's muscles began to twitch slightly involuntarily.
This twitching did not come from his own will, but was caused by the strong impact brought by the influx of massive thunder elements.
Every muscle tremor was accompanied by a faint electric sound.
Although there is a thunder element lotus beside him that can help him absorb most of the power of thunder and lightning, he is only at the Xuanhuang realm.
His own body had not yet reached the level of stepping into the air, so even the small amount of terrifying purple lightning that remained still made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
The feeling is like countless steel needles piercing deep into the bone marrow, and the pain it brings is deep into the soul and excruciating to the heart.
Every time his body twitched involuntarily, he felt as if thousands of ants were gnawing at his body frantically, spreading from his skin to his internal organs, making it unbearable.
At the same time, the meridians in the body were constantly trembling and making buzzing sounds under the surging and powerful impact of the thunder element.
The sound was like a low thunder, resounding in his body, deafening.
However, even in the face of such great pain and pressure, he still clenched his teeth tightly and did not allow himself to utter a single groan.
Inside the Xuanlei Tower.
Lei Ling staggered, opened the door in a daze, and slowly walked in.
As if all the strength in his body had been drained away, he collapsed on the bed like a zombie.
However, the moment he looked up, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by a portrait hanging on the wall.
The woman in this portrait has an absolutely beautiful face, like a fairy descending to earth.
The delicate facial features, picturesque eyebrows and slightly upturned mouth corners all reveal a fascinating charm.
Once upon a time, this was the brightest and most dazzling light in his heart, illuminating every dark corner of his life.
But at this moment, thinking back to what Yan An had just said, Lei Ling felt as if his heart was being mercilessly cut by thousands of sharp blades, causing him unbearable pain.
"Ahhhhhhhh!"
Finally, he could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and he raised his head and howled in grief and anger.
The sound resounded throughout the room, echoing for a long time.
"How on earth can he, a mere Xuanhuang realm cultivator, get you?!"
Lei Ling's eyes were wide open, bloodshot and ferocious.
He stared at Yan An in the portrait, his teeth chattering, and his resentment and anger burst out like a volcano.
In the past, Lei Ling put a lot of thought into depicting these lifelike portraits.
He used the brush in his hand to outline Yan An's outline stroke by stroke with full concentration, pouring all his deep love and endless longing for her into the tip of the brush.
Every time he finished a portrait, he would look at it carefully for a long time, and then carefully collect it as if it were a rare treasure.
Normally, if even a little dust got on the painting, he would feel distressed and quickly wipe it clean.
However, at this moment, the pain in his heart had completely devoured Lei Ling's sanity.
His hands were shaking violently and uncontrollably as he slowly reached towards the portrait.
When his fingertips touched the edge of the portrait, he suddenly paused, as if a trace of clarity was struggling deep in his heart.
But in the end, the torrent of emotions broke through the last line of defense...
His eyes were wide open, his cheeks were puffed up with anger, his arm muscles were tense and veins were bulging.
He pounced forward like a mad beast, grabbed the portrait, and pulled it back hard.
With a loud "swish" sound, a large piece of the portrait was torn off in an instant, and the torn paper made a sharp and piercing tearing sound.
Lei Ling had completely lost his mind at this time. His eyes were bloodshot and turned red, like two lanterns burning with anger.
One portrait after another turned into countless tiny pieces of paper in his hands, which fluttered in the air like white snow.
But what they bring is not beauty, but endless despair and sorrow.
The originally intact portrait was reduced to scraps of paper all over the floor in the blink of an eye, like the ruins left after a nightmare.
Those portraits that he once regarded as the most precious treasures in his life and carefully treasured!
Now it has completely become a pile of worthless garbage, scattered on the cold ground, and no one cares about it.
Lei Ling finally exhausted all his strength. He seemed to have lost his soul and slowly collapsed to the ground, his body heavily pressed on the pile of torn portraits.
He closed his eyes tightly, his face full of fatigue, as if he was a survivor of a life-and-death battle.
I don’t know how much time has passed, maybe just a few minutes, or maybe several hours.
In the silence, there was suddenly a slight "knock knock" sound.
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