Holding the thunder wood in his hand, Zhong Zhen hesitated for a long time, and felt frightened just by holding it, not to mention that he had to hit himself twice.

The purple electric light snorted, and the slightest dance made a crackling sound of popping beans.

She rubbed lightly on the back of her hand, and a spasmodic breath penetrated her whole body, and the green silk on her head suddenly exploded into a hair ball, and the feathers on her wings also stood up. At the same time, the whole person immediately jumped up and hit his head directly on the roof.

Fortunately, I don't know what material this house is made of, and it is very strong, otherwise it would have broken through a hole. However, the head hit was very painful, but fortunately, the skin was rough and the flesh was thick, so it was nothing.

My head doesn't hurt, but it hurts in other places. A blackened mark appeared on the back of her hand, and the flesh and skin were turned open, so painful that she almost burst into tears. Although Zhong Zhen couldn't see it, he knew that the injury was not light when he touched it.

Where will there be a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain.

I'm blind, I can't even see the rainbow, and it's imperative to upgrade to the seventh order!

Sitting on the futon, Zhong Zhen silently absorbed the aura to treat the wound on the back of his hand, just a light touch is so terrifying, then the thunder tribulation is not going to die.

After learning from the pain, she commanded this thunder wood with her divine sense, and rubbed it all from head to toe with very light force. Gritted his teeth and sat still, desperately absorbing the aura, healing his injuries while being thundered.

I was immersed in pain, but for some reason, I gradually experienced a kind of joy of cultivation from the pain.

Zhong Zhen forgot the years again, two years passed in a blink of an eye, and at the same time, his body was also used to lightning strikes. The force of the thunder wood on his body has strengthened a lot, but he can also withstand it.

She remembered what Mu Qingsong said, never hurt the fundamentals, but whenever she felt that it was too much, she quickly nourished her flesh and bones with a gentle aura.

The pressure array is also often climbed, and the aura of the Firmament Sword Sect is really easy to use, and when the high-quality spirit gathering array is added, the aura rolls into the body. Even though the dantian still can't gather aura, it has become much stronger because of the continuous washing of flesh and bones.

As long as the body is strong enough, the demon body will not be damaged by lightning strikes.

She already knew that.

Although she doesn't know if the demon body will disappear one day, but at this time it is still her biggest reliance, even in the face of the Yuanying Monk, she will not be timid, although it is not easy to clean them up, but it is not impossible.

But every time I was struck by lightning, my whole body was scorched black, and the smell of burning was in my nose, which was really hard to endure.

Originally, Zhong Zhen was reluctant to turn his face black and turn it into a criss-crossing chessboard, but when he thought of really facing the thunderstorm, if his body was fine, his face turned into black charcoal that had been stepped on, wouldn't it be even more miserable.

Of course, the hair was not saved.

Naturally, the top of the head can't be let go, as long as the thunder wood is slightly touched, the green silk will immediately burn away, and it will immediately become a bald man. It smelled worse than old stinky feet.

However, after a few days of recovery, the long hair that dragged down to the calves grew back, it was really indomitable, and even the length would not be less than a star and a half, which made Zhong Zhen very helpless.

The elegant female cultivators can comb a flying fairy bun, some cute little female cultivators like to make double ring buns, and the more bewitching girls have a very tasteful snake bun, not to mention how beautiful it is.

Zhong Zhen sighed when she thought of this, whatever bun she combed was a big bun, she looked clumsy and heavy, she could only make do with her hair all day long, so as not to make others laugh.

On this day, the clever little disciple named Cheng Tianyu went to the outside of the defensive array and called, "Senior Zhong is here?" ”

Just yesterday was struck by lightning, Zhong Zhen didn't dare to poke his scorched head out, and asked inside, "Dare to ask Xiao Daoyou what to inquire about?" ”

"The ancestor asked me to invite Senior Zhong to go to the main hall, and several seniors from Miaoyin Island are about to leave, and I want to thank my seniors in person."

"Uh, do you have to go now?"

"Oh, no, no, the ancestor will hold a banquet in three days, and I invite Senior Zhong to come."

In three days, it should be able to recover as before, and Zhong Zhen is relieved. She didn't dare to go out to meet people because she looked like a ghost, not because she was afraid that people would be scared, but because it was difficult to answer questions. After all, Thunderwood is very rare and cannot be known to others.

Three days later, she specially called the little ghost out, "Does my face still look black?" ”

The little ghost circled around Zhong Zhen twice, looked at it carefully, and said lightly: "The clothes are worn backwards." ”

There are no gaps, no threads, and the eyes can't see, so it's really hard to tell which side is positive and which is negative.

It just so happened that Zhong Zhen felt that since it was a banquet, she had to change into a decent dress for the big scene, so she fumbled around and found a new dress that didn't wear much.

It was given by Zhu Ziling, and there were a total of five different styles of magic clothes, which not only fit, but also dug two holes in the back very intimately, so that she could pull her wings to the outside of the clothes.

And as long as the small formation on the skirt is urged, the two holes will close and the feathers will not be stuck. The first clothes she wore were to dig two holes by herself, and then glue them with special materials after putting them on. But sometimes the action will be torn apart, and the flesh on the back will be exposed.

Later, after Zhu Ziling sent these robes, Zhong Zhen knew that he might also order clothes and set up such an intimate small formation.

None of these robes had ever been put on, and she thought it was too fancy, and she didn't wear them much, so she wasn't familiar with the patterns on them.

She took it for granted that the pattern on the skirt, the raised side of the pattern, must be positive. In fact, this long dress is ingenious, and the petals of pink peach blossoms on it are slightly concave.

Therefore, the reverse side is worn as a front.

Zhong Zhen touched the little ghost's head with a smile, "It's a loss to you, otherwise I'll lose face this time." ”

"I only think of me when I have something, and I just throw people aside when I have nothing to do, I have never seen such a conscienceless person as you."

"Ha, you've seen a few people, and I'm the one with the most conscience compared to me."

The little ghost was silent, Zhong Zhen's words seemed to be correct, Li Huaixu and Meng Laibao were both grabbing food and drink, only Zhong Zhen not only provided food, but also bought a lot of books for him to read.

Seeing that the little ghost was silent for a long time, Zhong Zhen rubbed the little ghost's head again, and then said: "Don't think about it, I won't accept you as a son, where can I have a son if I am not married, if I find a husband in the future." ”

She definitely won't have this possibility in her life, so the little ghost will probably wait for a long, long time to be a son.

Since it was a banquet, it would not be early in the morning, Zhong Zhen didn't ask the time when he remembered it, and the little disciple didn't mention it. Afraid that she would be late and run out of food, she stood on the platform in front of the treehouse, feeling that the sun seemed to be a little hot, so she flapped her wings and headed in the direction of the main hall.

It was winter, and the sun wasn't particularly warm, but she didn't feel cold, just a little cooler than in other seasons. Whether it is windy or snowy, the immortal cultivators are all dressed in fluttering chic robes, and no one is wearing cotton robes. (To be continued.) )