On the day he was expelled from his home by the Tianshi Mansion, Zhang Changfeng carried a torn volume of "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Records", thinking that he would never have a chance to have a chance with the Great Dao in this life.
Unexpectedly, a thunderbolt struck in the wrong direction and sent him, body and soul, into Marvel Earth.
When he stepped into Kama Taj in a daze, the ancient master took one look at him and made an exception on the spot, accepting him as a "special guest".
Mo Du was dissatisfied: "He can't even know the three major magic formations. Why?"
Zhang Changfeng smiled, and with a flick of his hand, a palm thunder shattered the three-layer protective barrier of the training ground.
"Is this your supreme magic? Magical saw? Fancy, too fancy."
He doesn't draw mandala shields or open portals.
With the golden light spell, the eighty Stark precision-guided missiles couldn't even touch the sides.
A thunderbolt fell from the palm of his hand, shattering the space partition like tearing paper.
Tony Stark was silent for three seconds after reading: "You are not doing metaphysics, you are committing a foul."
When Odin came to the atrium in person and saw the scene of thousands of white thunders shattering the dimensional barrier, his hand holding the Eternal Spear was trembling.
"Ancient One, this is the real God of Thunder you are looking for."
What is the wrath of the Heavenly Master?
The calamity clouds in the sky are the rags I use to wipe my sweat, and the ninefold divine thunder is my casual greeting.
Just run - if you can dodge it, I lose.
