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51. Three bolts of heavenly lightning

Jiang Chen closed his eyes and visualized the thunder technique in his mind, continuously circulating the thunder technique.

A faint current managed to be squeezed out of his palm.

The electric current traveled upwards along the lightning rod that pierced his body, probing into the endless night sky.

It resonated faintly with the thick thunderclouds high in the sky.

In that instant, Jiang Chen felt as if he had become a cloud, a part of the world.

The clouds grew thicker and darker, and a muffled rumble of thunder echoed faintly from the depths of the clouds.

The seven corpses below sensed the destructive aura brewing in the sky.

Its wild instincts made it feel fear for the first time.

It leaped towards the rooftop like a cannonball, attempting to tear Jiang Chen to shreds before the divine might descended.

Just then.

Boom!

A white bolt of lightning, thicker than a bucket, tore through the night and struck with perfect accuracy.

The target was that towering lightning rod, and Jiang Chen, who was pinned to it.

A violent burst of natural lightning instantly filled his limbs and bones.

That unparalleled power forcefully blasted away the seven soul corpses that had just pounced on them.

Immediately following were the second and third bolts of heavenly lightning.

They slashed down relentlessly, as if the sky's fury had found an outlet.

Jiang Chen's body simply could not withstand such a vast and immense amount of energy.

Countless fine cracks appeared on his skin, and the crimson blood was instantly evaporated by the violent lightning as soon as it seeped out.

Lightning raged wildly within him, destroying everything around him.

This is a suicidal act.

But even in dire straits, there is hope.

The immense, all-consuming power of lightning surged wildly into the hollow cavity in Jiang Chen's chest.

They merged with the vortex of resurrected cigarette smoke.

The lightning was compressed and condensed.

In the end, it transformed into a bright white heart made of plasma.

It made its first muffled beat inside Jiang Chen's chest.

Boom!

……

at the same time.

In an unknown underground space, there lies a bronze coffin.

If Jiang Chen were here, he would recognize at a glance that this is the same bronze coffin he saw in his historical illusion, dating back a hundred years.

With the first beat of the plasma heart inside Jiang Chen's chest cavity.

The bronze coffin, which had been submerged for at least a hundred years, was even emitting a heartbeat sound from inside.

Boom!

The rhythms of the two beats were initially chaotic, one fast and one slow.

But soon they gradually became consistent, as if they had been calibrated.

Boom...boom...boom...

Ultimately, they are fully synchronized.

……

Blackrock Prison, rooftop.

Jiang Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

His sclera and pupils were now replaced by pure, unadulterated white light.

His body slowly floated up under the repulsive force of the lightning, gradually detaching from the lightning rod.

After the lightning rod was removed, the penetrating wound was covered by the dissipated lightning, and the flesh writhed and healed rapidly.

Using the repulsive force of the lightning on his body, Jiang Chen floated in the air, as if the god of thunder had descended to earth.

Looking down from his vantage point, he gazed down at the seven-soul corpse below.

The lingering power of the heavenly thunder made the seven-soul corpse tremble.

Its sturdy gray-black armor was already covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

Driven by the undying malevolent energy within it, it still raised its head and let out a defiant and fierce roar at the god-like figure in mid-air.

That was its last struggle.

Jiang Chen remained expressionless.

He slowly raised his right hand, his palm facing the seven soul corpses below.

There were no unnecessary movements.

There are no complicated moves.

It was simply a pure outpouring of thunderous power.

A massive, blazing white pillar of lightning, seemingly connecting heaven and earth, descended from the sky.

It completely engulfed the roaring, seven-soul corpse, along with a large section of rooftop beneath its feet.

The lightning lasted for a full three seconds.

When the light faded, all that remained on the rooftop was a huge, charred crater with melting edges.

The seven souls of the corpse were completely destroyed, leaving not even a trace behind.

To be completely erased from this world.

After releasing most of his energy, the white light in Jiang Chen's eyes slowly faded, and his rationality returned.

But he immediately discovered that his internal condition was extremely bad.

That newly formed plasma heart was extremely unstable.

With each pulse, it releases a violent current that surges through his meridians and internal organs—it's like a high-capacity battery that could explode at any moment.

Just then, a black cat appeared out of nowhere on his shoulder.

Cat Lord's emerald green eyes were filled with complex emotions at this moment, the most prominent of which was speechlessness.

Without the slightest hesitation, it quickly mobilized a pure spiritual energy and injected it into Jiang Chen's body.

This spiritual energy transformed into a flexible net, forcibly enveloping the rampaging plasma heart and temporarily stabilizing Jiang Chen's precarious state.

"I knew you were a bit crazy, but I didn't expect you to be this crazy."

Cat Master's irritating voice rang directly in Jiang Chen's mind.

"How long have you been cultivating? How dare you summon heavenly lightning on your own initiative?"

"Go ahead and summon it, but you even drew lightning into your body to strike yourself. Don't you know how much energy a single bolt of lightning contains? And you even inhaled three bolts in one go. Do you have such a big appetite? Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?"

Jiang Chen had something to say but couldn't find the words, but now Cat Master had a whole host of things to complain about.

"You think you've got the Resurrection Incense to prolong your life, so you're recklessly courting death, right?"

Jiang Chen twitched the corner of his mouth, realizing he was in the wrong, and quickly explained.

"I was just trying it out, who would have thought that three dishes would come at once?"

He was indeed gambling, gambling that the Resurrection Incense could keep him alive, and gambling that the Thunder Magic could summon heavenly lightning.

Who knew, we were so lucky, three dishes came in a row.

High in the sky, the night wind howled.

Inside the sleek, black cockpit of the armed helicopter, Nangong Erya witnessed this unbelievable scene firsthand through the monitoring screen of the tactical tablet and her own eyes.

First came that dark slash that swept across the entire prison, precisely clearing away the sins.

She had never seen such a spirit rune before; its power, which only cuts down evil and ignores the laws of physics, terrified her.

Immediately following were three bolts of heavenly lightning. This sensation was undoubtedly lightning magic, and it should be the lightning magic of the Zhang Tianshi lineage from Longhu Mountain.

The Blood Curse of Ten Thousand Spirits, unheard-of spiritual runes, and the thunder magic of the Zhang Tianshi lineage...

What exactly is this Black Rock Prison, a place where hidden talents reside?

The helicopter was three kilometers away from the prison.

But Nangong Erya's fighting spirit had been completely ignited.

She gave the driver a brief order.

"Open the door."

The cabin door opened, and a biting night wind rushed into the cabin.

Nangong Erya leaped into the air, jumping from a height of over a thousand meters.

The moment she leaped out of the cabin, clusters of sky-blue flames ignited around her.

The flames spread rapidly, enveloping her and eventually coalescing behind her into a pair of enormous and magnificent fiery wings.

Like a falling meteor, she streaked across the night sky with immense pressure, heading straight for Blackrock Prison.