In my mind, the suddenness of the supreme thunder talisman was very clear. It was deeply engraved in my mind after just one glance, and I could never forget it again.
But when Xiao Chen himself wanted to combine the thunderous artistic conceptions to simulate the thunder talisman seal, he encountered a lot of hardships.
The power of artistic conception is invisible and shadowless. First of all, it is not easy to accumulate the intangible things.
It's like piling a pile of loose sand into shape, which is easier said than done.
After several experiments, the thunderous artistic conception gathered together was like a pile of ugly mud. The body and soul were frightened to death, and as soon as it was let go, it immediately turned into a pile of loose sand.
Fantasy is wonderful, reality is very skinny, this is the situation Xiao Chen is encountering now.
Sometimes, when you think about many things in your heart, you are half-dead excited and your blood boils. I feel that it will be perfect, unprecedented and unprecedented, and will astonish the world.
But when you actually do it yourself, you will find that it is a mess and there is no way to start with the perfect idea in your mind.
"Damn it, failed again!"
After thousands of efforts, there was still no result. Xiao Chen became completely agitated. He opened his eyes and punched the golden lake.
There was a bang in the lake, and a thousand-foot water column rose up. The golden light and colored glaze were like a sword, shining with glory.
With this punch, Xiao Chen's accumulated anger and irritation caused by his thousands of failures were all tilted away. Even calm people are not really without temper, and Xiao Chen is no exception.
The lake water suddenly fell to the ground, rippling with microwaves, ups and downs, and soon returned to calm, looking like a flat light mirror.
There is no object in the world that is as tolerant and gentle as water.
No matter how high you stand, water will flow to lower places. If you walk along the way, only water will silently absorb the dirt on the ground.
When you are stuck in a low-lying land, only water will remain calm. No matter what the outside world is like, when everything calms down, it will be in order. No drop of water will be unable to bear the loneliness and jump out alone.
If you put a pile of sand into a lake, without any external force, there will always be a few places with potholes and uneven heights.
Xiao Chen looked at the golden lake below, his irritable heart calmed down bit by bit, and he restrained his previous excitement.
Calmly analyze, where is the root cause of thousands of previous failures.
Closing his eyes and meditating hard, Xiao Chen entered a state of selflessness, throwing away all the empty excitement and passion.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at the calm lake again. A trace of vivid color flashed in his eyes.
"It is impossible for sand to be piled up and formed, and it is impossible to force separate thunder artistic conceptions together. Another object must be added, such as water."
Sand is indeed not strong, but if you mix water and sand together, you can build a castle that won't collapse without any problem.
If the power of artistic conception is compared to sand, then what is water
Xiao Chen whispered to himself, and some questions gradually became clear. What is the most abundant in the sea of consciousness is naturally the vast spiritual power.
Only by mixing spiritual power and thunderous artistic conception can they be truly brought together. With fear of form and spirit, they will become unbreakable and indestructible.
After thinking of the solution to the problem, Xiao Chen's mood was as calm as ever, and he just followed it. The excitement and joy should wait until it is completed.
Closing his eyes, Xiao Chen once again gathered together the wisps of scattered sand-like artistic conception power, forming an ugly mass of "mud", which looked like it would fall apart at any time.
Xiao Chen was not discouraged and poured in the spiritual power like water.
Buzz!
A slight buzzing sound suddenly sounded in my mind, that mass of "mud" that was about to disperse at any time. With the injection of spiritual power, they connected little by little and hugged each other tightly.
A faint smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face. Sure enough, his thoughts and guesses were correct. The artistic conception of thunder is like sand, and the spiritual power is like a clear water. Only by combining the two can we achieve true perfection.
With continued efforts, Xiao Chen kept bringing his extreme thunderous conception together, and the mud-like thing became even larger.
At the same time, the spiritual power in the sea of time consciousness also penetrated bit by bit, and the two fit together perfectly.
When all the thunderous conceptions were captured, Xiao Chen's mind jumped, he turned into a human form, directly entered the sea of consciousness, and sat on the bloody throne.
He reached out and made a move, and the purple "mud ball" containing spiritual power and thunderous conception flew to him.
Xiao Chen stood up from the throne, briefly recalled the appearance of the Thunder Talisman Seal, and began to polish it slowly.
The rough mud ball became refined little by little as Xiao Chen polished it, and slowly there was a trace of wrinkles in the talisman seal.
It looks like a talisman at least, so you won't mistake it for a mud ball.
Xiao Chen didn't understand and couldn't draw the fairy patterns on the divine thunder talisman seal, but he didn't need to draw them completely. After all, he didn't want to create another divine talisman seal.
Firstly, he didn't have the ability, and secondly, he didn't have the materials. He just wanted to use this as an opportunity to create his own thunder will in the world.
After thinking deeply, Xiao Chen knew what he should engrave on it. He wanted to engrave the immortal attributes on it.
This is the spiritual world. He stretched out his hand and a pen appeared out of thin air.
Following Xiao Chen's movements, the boundless world of consciousness and various earth-shaking visions kept flashing out.
Volcanoes erupted, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the ocean roared, the snowy shores collapsed, the world was changing, and there was no peace for a moment.
Only Xiao Chen stood on the bloody throne with a calm expression. No matter how terrifying and shocking the vision was, I wrote my own immortality, stroke by stroke!
The immortal lines, on the purple talisman wrinkles, are linked together bit by bit, as Xiao Chen completes the last stroke.
On the rough wrinkles, a trace of charm appeared out of thin air, and the changing world of the sea of consciousness also stopped moving at this moment. Between heaven and earth, only that talisman seal was immortal.
The mind exited the world of the sea of consciousness, Xiao Chen opened his eyes, a light flashed in the center of his eyebrows, and the wrinkled purple talisman flew out.
At this moment, the artistic conception is still the artistic conception, and the mental power is still the mental power. The two are just combined together, and the will has not appeared, and there is still a last breath.
Xiao Chen looked calm, bit the tip of his teeth, opened his mouth and spat out a stream of life essence and blood.
Phew!
The blood penetrated into the talisman, and strange rays of light immediately bloomed. Xiao Chen's mind, flesh and blood were completely connected with the talisman at this moment.
When one is prosperous, both are prosperous; when one is lost, both are harmed.
The last thing missing from the will will be completely completed, and it will be completely sublimated and become the immortal thunder will that is unique in the world and belongs exclusively to Xiao Chen.
As the brilliance circulates, there is no intention of dimming anymore. As long as Xiao Chen does not die, the brilliance of his will will be eternal.
"not enough!"
Xiao Chen's eyes were firm, looking at the divine thunder talisman that was wrapped in a ball of light and hidden in the small world. He stretched out his hand and the ball of light immediately opened a thin hole at the fingertip.
Phew!
The thunder and lightning that shot out passed Xiao Chen, but hit the purple talisman that was shining in the air.
Golden lightning struck it, and Xiao Chen immediately screamed in pain, as if it had hit him, and he was in agony.
If jade is not polished, it cannot be used as a weapon, and if the sword is not good enough, why kill someone!
The new thunder will must be baptized by the peerless divine thunder before it can truly wash away the lead and achieve glory.
In the endless pain, Xiao Chen's eyes showed no intention of giving up. He stretched out his finger and opened a hole again, releasing a golden thunder.
With his body flashing, Xiao Chen struck out ninety-nine and eighty-one times, allowing the new-born Thunder Will Talisman to receive the baptism of ninety-one peerless divine thunders.
At some point, Aojiao emerged from the bottom of the lake. She looked at Xiao Chen who was in pain in the sky, with a complicated look in her eyes. The scene in front of her was so similar to that scene so many years ago.
Time has passed for thousands of years, the background of the picture remains unchanged, and the faces of Lei Emperor and Xiao Chen are constantly changing in front of Ao Jiao's eyes.
She looked intently, and her face was fixed. It was a young man with delicate features, not too handsome. The face of the Thunder Emperor never appeared again.
The legends and immortal honors of the past will flow through the long river of history. If you are determined and never give up, you will surely create a more glorious myth.