The boiling purple lightning poured down from the top of the mountain like a waterfall. Then, the surging purple ocean erupted into rain. It was watering Qin Huai's dantian.
The white dragon was roaring in anger. It raised its head and absorbed the lightning into its body, washing its scales and body. It was as if the lightning had become sticky at a certain moment, pouring like lava and filling in the cracks of its scales.
Unknowingly, the five dragons' originally pure white bodies were dyed purple, and their white aura had a little more charm.
When the white dragon swam in his body, there seemed to be thunder-like rumbles.
After the lightning waterfall passed through the white dragon, it swam in the qi and blood.
It cleansed his qi and blood, not his meridians, but his skin. Every time it did it, it would give Qin Huai a numbing feeling.
