My brother is too strong

Lu Shaoqing's body was completely reduced to ashes in the lightning. Lu Shaoqing also screamed and disappeared in the lightning.

"call..."

A breeze slowly blew between heaven and earth.

At first, there was a breeze blowing gently.

But soon, the wind gradually grew stronger.

Finally a howling storm formed.

The surrounding soil and stones were swept in and finally turned into powder.

"Rumble..."

The sky became darker, and countless dark clouds gathered together, forming a layer of darkness.

Countless lightning bolts were wandering in the dark clouds, and then they fell down and merged with the storm.

The explosion was like the end of the world.

In the center of the storm, two bolts of lightning suddenly appeared.

The black and white lightning entangled together, connected head to tail, like two elves playing.

They formed a ball of black and white light.

The ball of light slowly expanded, and a figure slowly emerged in the middle of it.

It is illusory at first, and then gradually becomes real.

Finally, all the lightning sank into the body, revealing Lu Shaoqing's true face.

"call..."

Lu Shaoqing opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

He glanced down at his body and muttered, "I don't know if this will work."

Use the First Light Order and the First Dark Order as the basis to construct your new body.

Lu Shaoqing didn't know what would happen in the future.

But this was the best solution he could think of.

The First Light Sequence and the First Dark Sequence were already his things, so there was no obstacle at all in using his own things.

"It's better to have your own things..."

"Other things, no matter how good they are, will have problems..."

Although the process was painful, Lu Shaoqing felt relieved.

Take control of your own body.

Foreign things are foreign after all, and one day they will become unreliable.

Lu Shaoqing pinched his own body and felt no difference.

"I don't know how it compares to second-hand goods."

Lu Shaoqing didn't know how strong his new body would be.

Without direct comparison, it is difficult to judge at the moment.

Lu Shaoqing turned his wrist and a ball of golden substance appeared in his hand.

The golden substance floated gently, and the surface slowly squirmed, like a ball of liquid gold.

This is the fragment of the Heavenly Dao that he left behind.

His physical body and immortal soul had already fallen off, part of them disappeared in the golden lightning, and he left part of them behind.

"Zi Liu..."

The sound of swallowing saliva was heard, and Mo Jun jumped out, saliva flowing.

Looking at the fragment of Heaven's Path in Lu Shaoqing's hand, his eyes couldn't move away.

"Boss, give it to me..."

Mo Jun couldn't stop his saliva, and it formed a crystal waterfall at the corners of his mouth, flowing down.

"Foodie!"

Lu Shaoqing was disappointed with his failure and asked, "Can you be more ambitious?"

“Isn’t it just second-hand goods?”

If other people heard this, they would definitely scold Lu Shaoqing to death.

Fragment of the Heavenly Dao, do you have the nerve to call it a second-hand item?

Even second-hand goods can make people scramble for them.

Mo Jun never looked away and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, that's what the boss said."

"It's second-hand, nothing special."

"So, Boss, let me deal with the second-hand goods, no need to trouble you..."

If the person in front of him was not Lu Shaoqing, Mo Jun would have snatched him away long ago.

Lu Shaoqing stretched out his hand to knock Mo Jun away, and then handed him the fragment of the Heavenly Dao.

"After you're full, work hard for me, or I'll punish you..."

"It's a must," Mo Jun held the fragment of the Heavenly Dao in both hands and immediately hid back in the sword.

The Mo Jun Sword instantly lit up with golden light, and the sword body radiated blazing energy.

Seeing this, Lu Shaoqing could only shake his head and put away the Mo Jun Sword.

I don’t know when Mo Jun will be able to digest it all. During this period of time, he cannot use this sword.

The fragments of Heavenly Dao can be used to refine magical weapons and are the best materials in the world.

But Lu Shaoqing was too lazy to do it, and he didn't need it.

Giving it to Mo Jun is the best choice.

Watching Mo Jun disappear in a flash, Lu Shaoqing smacked his lips, "If I sell it, I don't know how many immortal stones I can get..."

Only after dealing with the fragments of the Heavenly Dao did Lu Shaoqing have time to check his body.

Looking at his arm, Lu Shaoqing muttered, "It's a lot whiter than before!"

"You won't become a gigolo, will you?"

Pretty boy and handsome guy are two different words.

He likes being called handsome, but doesn't want to be called a gigolo.

Lu Shaoqing took out the mirror and looked at it. He was immediately confused again, "Fuck, why is my hair white?"

In the mirror, a head of white hair flutters in the wind, elegant and graceful.

Moreover, not only the hair turned white, but also the eyebrows.

Lu Shaoqing reached into his crotch and grabbed at the air twice, but in the end he didn't dare to open it and take a look.

Lu Shaoqing raised his head, wanting to cry but unable to, "What happened?"

"Can't I have a normal painting style?"

"Damn, something went wrong when I was reorganizing my body? Didn't the melanin fuse?"

"That's not right," Lu Shaoqing held the mirror, tears welling up in his eyes, "My eyes are still black, damn..."

Lu Shaoqing didn't even know how to swear. He tried, but even with his current strength he couldn't make his hair and eyebrows turn black.

White hair?

It makes me depressed just thinking about being called like that.

"Asshole, don't tell me that the whiter the hair, the stronger it is?"

"Give me back my black hair..."

Lu Shaoqing was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. He knew his painting style was biased, but he didn't expect it to be so outrageous...

Moreover, his skin was a little paler than before, as if it was coated with a layer of lime, even too white.

White hair, white eyebrows and white skin make Lu Shaoqing look a bit immature.

Like a little boy of ten years old who is still childish.

Lu Shaoqing reached out and pulled his hair, looking at himself in the mirror. The more he looked, the more he wanted to cry.

It took a long time for Lu Shaoqing to recover and accept himself with difficulty.

Then he smiled bitterly and comforted himself, "White hair is good, handsome!"

"Fortunately it's not yellow-haired..."