Chapter: 2968

"En." Chen Changqing nodded.

"Let's get started, try to keep it within twenty minutes."

Zhang Han glanced at Chen Changqing.

The moment the words fell, the aura of the two of them rose in a straight line, breaking through the suppression of the mountain, reaching the level of the peak of the master, but Chen Changqing's aura was still three points stronger than Zhang Han's.

Whizzing!

When the two of them moved, Zhang Han jumped into the deep pit with half of his body. The spiritual power of the two was released, and they controlled the figure to descend rapidly.

During the period, Zhang Han's eighteen cards lingered around his body, holding a magic dance sword, while Chen Changqing was simpler, just holding a phantom sword in his right hand.

Descending thousands of meters, wandering among many thunder spirits, Chen Changqing suddenly discovered that these penguin-shaped thunder spirits were just light waves with a layer of light blue light, all of which were tiny lightning bolts. Constantly flickering, like a generator.

However, Zhang Han didn't take a closer look at these, and it must be impossible to see them with the naked eye.

After descending to a depth of 2,000 meters, the two were deep in the center of the Thunder Spirit Group.

Zhang Han took a deep breath, and the remaining power of spiritual consciousness continuously gathered his eyes:

"The eyes of the true spirit!"

Brush!

In an instant, Zhang Han's pupils turned into two black vortexes, and the breath on his body also changed drastically in an instant, as if he had also become a thing of heaven and earth at this moment, and merged with heaven and earth.

It's just that in Zhang Han's eyes, the thunder spirits around them all changed their shapes, as if they were small lightning bolts, some bright and some dark.

Zhang Han looked around quickly.

The eye of the true spirit, he can only maintain it for three seconds now.

But this seemingly short three seconds, Zhang Han thinks it is enough to find the Lord of Thunder Spirits among these Thunder Spirits.

Whoosh whoosh!

Zhang Han continued to investigate, and finally, in the most remote place on the lower right, a gleam appeared in his eyes!

that's it!

Zhang Han moved and ran over.

Chen Changqing followed closely behind. At this time, he was concentrating on restricting Lei Ling pointed out by Zhang Han.

The other Thunder Spirits were unaware, but the Lord of Thunder Spirits felt the crisis.

Whoosh!

It runs very fast.

But Zhang Han's speed is not slow. When he got close, his right hand patted forward.

All of a sudden, a splash of blood spewed out from the palm of his right hand, and at the same time, Zhang Han muttered something in his mouth, with a low voice, cooperating with the formula.

In an instant, the blood mist covered the body of the Lord of Thunder Spirit.

"Give me ten minutes."