Chapter 1210: Who is the Thunder Lord? >

t Sects, also had a chivalrous heart.But after coming to this prison, his personality gradually changed. He no longer trusted anyone and had extreme defenses against everyone.However, Jiang Yun was mo...As for thunderstorms, although Ginger Cloud wore a stoic expression, his heart was filled with a heavy foreboding.

He originally thought that with the strength of the Ninth-Generation Ginger Clan Spirit Sovereign, he could control it. Even if a lot of power was lost, it should be enough to deal with Lei Bao who had fallen in cultivation and was severely injured.

But he never expected that the thunderstorm would actually devour two disciples with innate lightning bodies, allowing his cultivation to recover significantly.

Now, relying solely on the cultivation of the Ginger Clan Elder, I am no longer capable of resisting him.

Moreover, he still needs this cultivation power to continue breaking through the Nine Clan Dao Seals.

Therefore, the situation today has become unfavorable for himself once again.

"Jiangyun, right now, I will let you see why I am the Lord of Thunder!"

When he sensed that Gu Bulao's power had been completely exhausted, Lei Bao was no longer restrained and immediately continued his attack.

He stretched out his hand, and saw countless thunderbolts suddenly appearing all around him, madly surging towards his palm.

These thunders are not the ones existing between heaven and earth, but the thunders within the bodies of all thunder cultivators in the entire Lei Ji Heaven!

The storm wasn't just using his disciples as medicine, he even spent countless years turning the entire Lei Ji Tian into his own personal possession!

>>>Lei Ji Tianzhu, means that within the Lei Ji Heaven, he is the master of all, even those thunders within the Lei Xiu's bodies belong to him and are under his control!ust then, as everyone’s eyes were fixed on Ginger Cloud, who was now nothing but a head, he suddenly spoke: “Ding, Cang, Hai!”With the utterance of these three words, the painting that was about to cl...