While Lin Shitou was chopping firewood, a purple thunder hit his head accurately.
The whole village burst into laughter: The good-for-nothing has been punished by God! The immortal master asserted that the resonance of the spiritual roots was zero, worse than a rotten tree.
In order to save his sick mother, he climbed up Jueming Cliff alone, lost his footing in the heavy rain and fell into the abyss.
Dazzling lightning exploded in his arms, and a small purple-electric figure with braids emerged from the jade pendant. He rubbed his eyes fiercely and said, "It's so noisy! Who smashed my roof?"
From then on, the style of painting in the world of immortality changed drastically:
While others wield swords, he steps on thunder, and the lightning flashes are powerful and the enemy is scorched.
He was beaten while others were making elixirs, and the body tempered by thunder and fire was used as seasoning.
While others were in couples, he was single, but in Shihai, he had a picky little Lei Ling ancestor.
The Demon Lord suppressed the realm, and all the immortals were silent.
Lin Shitou had thunder patterns on his fingertips: "Daughter, let's have dinner!"
Lei Ling's little ancestor put his hands on his hips and spat out thunder waterfalls: "Daddy, look at me! Ouch——"
Before the smoke dispersed, slender jade fingers pinched his ears precisely.
The cold fairy Su Wanqing seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Teaching girls to swallow demonic energy? Tonight's meal is gone!"
