Xu Zhongan was studying medical topics in his mansion on how to use the power of heaven to stimulate human body growth, but he did not have any research materials.

He was worried about when he would deceive Wen Donglai and act as a research material.

A stream of light fell from the sky and turned into Mo Yanyu's graceful body, and Wen Donglai was lying at her feet.

"…material..." Xu Zhongan looked overjoyed.

"Doctor Xu, save him quickly."

Mo Yanyu did not dare to delay and told Wen Donglai the truth: "He was hit by heavenly thunder and was lucky enough to die, but heavenly thunder was still entangled on his body. You can have the method to transform thunder."

"Quick, send it in."

Xu Zhongan wanted to reach out to hug him, but his whole body was instantly blown back by electricity, and his hair was curled upside down, just like a cockfighting.

Mo Yanyu smiled bitterly, why did Xu Zhongan start to be stupid: "This is Tianlei, Doctor Xu."

"Sorry, I forgot, so let's treat it here. I'll get the thunder-induced needle and lead the thunder into the ground, and he will definitely be saved."

Xu Zhongan wiped a curly hair, but unfortunately his hairstyle was settled and he couldn't do it anymore, so he simply stopped.

He rushed into the inner room.

I was still thinking in my heart: "How can I be hit by thunder for a long time? How can I not die if I be hit by a long time?"

Mo Yanyu looked at Wen Donglai lying on the ground, her eyes narrowed and her eyebrows were frowning.

Somehow, she just turned into a stream of light and rolled up Wen Donglai, and seemed to smell a very ancient and mysterious smell from him.

This taste is the same as her, but it is different from her.

But Wen Donglai is obviously a non-Confucian disciple.

"strangeness…"

She murmured, her eyes flashed slightly, and she was stunned to find that the thunder on Wen Donglai's body had actually begun to dissolve.

At this time, Wen Donglai was always awake.

There is only one sentence in my mind that is passed down from Yu Xinshu: "Open the first immortal relationship, immortals assist Confucianism, Confucianism assimilation, and assimilation of heavenly thunder... Liangjun, you will soon be able to master the power of heavenly thunder."

Those thunders as thin as hair and as strong as bombs began to melt slowly under the urging of some mysterious force, melting into a trace of heavenly power, drilling into his pores and blending into his flesh and blood.

"One stone of heaven, the vitality of flesh and blood is decayed..."

"One stone of heaven, the vitality of flesh and blood is decayed..."

"One stone of heaven, the vitality of flesh and blood is decayed..."

But these heavenly powers are different from the usual heavenly powers. The daily heavenly powers have no form and exist only in the form of flowing light, because those are the heavenly powers moved by Confucianism and are the original essence of heavenly powers.

The heavenly power that was integrated into his flesh and blood actually had the characteristics of lightning. His body was numb with lightning.

He understood that this must be because the first immortal fate was making trouble.

In the Tianru Continent, the ancient building has developed technology, and the six arts of Confucianism have captured the creation of heaven and earth. Ordinary people can also be born with Confucianism. Confucianism can convey the power of heaven and earth and create extraordinary legends.

But ordinary people are ordinary people. No matter how strong your Confucianism is, you are still ordinary people.

The year is only a hundred years, but the food cannot be eaten.

Now, Wen Donglai uses his physical body to control the power of heaven, which is not in line with the will of heaven, so Wen Donglai has also paid an extremely heavy price.

"Flesh and blood, twenty years old..."

"Flesh and blood, twenty-one years old..."

"Flesh and blood, twenty-two years old..."

Wen Donglai couldn't move, but he could think that he really wanted to stuff Jun Qing and Yu Xinshu's mouths.

"I'm paralyzed, and without my consent, I'll trade my life for these things. I want these heavenly powers, what's the use of heavenly thunder? Cutting people? No matter how powerful I am, I can't cut the ancient building giant cannon... Do you want to turn me into a Flash?"

"Flesh and blood, fifty-seven years old..."

"Thunder Heavenly Power, Ninety-Nine Stones."

Yu Xinshu and Jun Qing's words stopped, and Wen Donglai's heart also dropped to freezing point.

I am actually fifty-seven years old. Do I have to absorb the weird power of Confucianism in the future and regain my life?

Before he had no certainty in defeating the Confucian eerie or having the life-saving Confucian eerie, even if he had 100,000 lives, he would not want to see Confucian eerie again.

He opened his eyes in panic and swung it casually, and a purple lightning blew out of his palm, knocking the plaque of the magic doctor's hand into powder in the middle of Xu's mansion.

Wen Donglai struggled to get up, staring at the destructive power he caused in shock and horror, and his body trembled slightly.

“…A combination of loss of heavenly power…”

This is the destructive power of a combination of heavenly power. If it is the power of a hundred stones, wouldn’t it be...

Wen Donglai didn't dare to think about it, and his nerves twitched, clenched his palms tightly, fearing that he would accidentally ruin everything around him.

He finally understood why humans can only be mortals. If everyone was like him, the world would have been in chaos long ago, so how could there be a great world of joy?

Mo Yanyu also looked at him in surprise and smashed the plaque in the middle hall, watching him get up from the ground in a daze.

Then he asked, "You're awake, that plaque..."

Wen Donglai's eyes rolled and he smiled awkwardly: "This is the power of the thunder. I am normal now, it's normal. I don't need Dr. Xu to treat me."

He jumped twice as he said that.

Then the soles of the feet were like springs installed, plunging into the beam of the Xu Mansion, crashing through a big hole.

Wen Donglai fell off the beam absent-mindedly and quickly explained: "This is a muscle bounce reaction, haha... Thank you for saving me, I'll leave in advance..."

Puff...

Even though Mo Yanyu is a Religion, he is amused by his behavior.

I watched Wen Donglai run out like a rabbit, as if his skin was on fire.

Wen Donglai has changed, and it has become very different. She can't tell where Wen Donglai has changed. It seems to be much stronger than ordinary people.

The power of the Confucian Mansion cannot change a person's physique. Not only that, if there is no Confucian power to move the power of the Confucian Mansion, the power of the Heaven will destroy a person without even leaving a scum. That can change the physique of the human being...

Mo Yan Yufeng's eyes narrowed, and she remembered five other mysteries besides the Religious.

Xu Zhongan held a thunder-sized needle in his hand, thinking about piercing it from Wen Donglai's body later.

When he came out of the inner room, Wen Donglai and Mo Yanyu were both gone.

The plaque "My Magic Doctor's Wonderful Hand" that he regarded as his second face was gone, and there was still a handful of black and gray on the ground...

“What the hell happened?”

Xu Zhongan was confused and wanted to cry without tears.

"I became the turtle speed version of the Flash. Damn, I have exchanged my life for ninety-nine stone thunder power for decades. This transaction has been lost to my grandma's house. The so-called fairy fate is actually like this. No, I will be killed by it sooner or later. I want to take off this outfit, I must take off..."

Wen Donglai used all his strength to suck or pull, and the piece of Rujia on his body didn't even have a pleat.

His fear of the "Religious and Tianxian" even surpassed his anger towards the "Mo Longsheng".

Yu Xinshu was sweating profusely when he saw that he was busy and sweating profusely.

"The Religious Heavenly Immortal is the Nine Heavens Armor. Only by attacking the Nine Heavens can you see the dragon removing the armor. You can't take it off now. Even if you turn into a dry bone after death, it will wear it on your body."

Wen Donglai was so angry that he laughed: "Don't I need to change it for the rest of my life?"

"No." Yu Xinshu replied very straightforwardly.

Wen Donglai's chest fluctuated and finally gave up his plan to continue fighting with it.

"Maybe I should go to the fabric store for a walk, and the person who tied the bell must untie it."

As soon as the thought came, Wen Dong said that he would do it. His feet were like wind, and he ran towards the fabric store like lightning.
Chapter completed!