Lu Shaoqing's body was completely destroyed by lightning. Lu Shaoqing also shouted and disappeared in the lightning.

"call."

Between heaven and earth, a gust of wind slowly blew.

At first the breeze rippled and blew gently.

But soon, the wind gradually picked up.

Eventually a howling storm formed.

The surrounding soil and stones were sucked in one after another, and finally turned into powder.

"Boom."

The sky became darker, with countless dark clouds accumulating, forming a dense layer of darkness.

Countless lightnings wandered among the dark clouds, and then fell down and merged with the storm.

The outburst was like the end of the world.

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

The black and white lightning are entangled together, connected end to end, like two elves playing.

They form a black and white ball of light.

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

First it was illusion, then gradually it became real.

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

"call."

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

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

Use the first light sequence and the first dark sequence as the basis to form 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 sequence of light and the first sequence of darkness are already his things, and there is no hindrance in using them.

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

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

Although the process was painful, Lu Shaoqing felt relaxed.

You are in control of your own body.

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

Lu Shaoqing pinched his body, but there was no difference.

“I don’t know how it compares to second-hand goods?”

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

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

Lu Shaoqing flipped his wrist, and a golden substance appeared in his hand.

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

This is the fragment of heaven left behind by him.

The physical body and the immortal soul have faded away, and part of them disappeared in the golden lightning, while part of him remained.

"Zi Liu."

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

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

"Boss, give it to me."

Mr. Mo couldn't stop drooling, and a crystal waterfall formed at the corner of his mouth, flowing gurglingly.

“Foodie!”

Lu Shaoqing hated that iron could not become steel, "Can you have some ambition?"

"Isn't it just second-hand goods?"

If other people heard this, they would definitely kill Lu Shaoqing.

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Even second-hand goods can make people all over the world scratch their heads.

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

"Is it a second-hand product? It's nothing special."

"So, boss, let me handle the second-hand goods without bothering you, boss."

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

Lu Shaoqing reached out and flicked Mr. Mo away, and then handed him the fragment of Heavenly Dao.

"When you're full, do it well for me, or I'll deal with you."

"It's necessary," Mr. Mo held the fragment of Heaven's Dao in both hands and immediately hid in the sword.

Mo Jun's sword instantly lit up with a golden light, and the sword body exuded blazing energy.

Seeing this, Lu Shaoqing could only shake his head and put away Mo Jun's sword.

I don’t know when Mr. Mo will be able to digest it. During this period, he will not be able to use this sword for the time being.

Fragments of heaven can be used to refine magic weapons, which are the first-class materials in the world.

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

Giving it to Mr. Mo is the best choice.

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

After dealing with the fragments of Heavenly Dao, Lu Shaoqing had time to check on his body.

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

"You won't become a pretty boy, right?"

Pretty boy and handsome guy are two different words.

He likes to be called a handsome guy, but he doesn't want to be called a pretty boy.

Lu Shaoqing took out the mirror and took a look, and suddenly felt numb again, "Damn it, why is my hair white?"

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

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

Lu Shaoqing reached for his crotch, grabbed it twice, but still didn't dare to open it and take a look.

Lu Shaoqing raised his head and asked, "What's going on?"

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

"Damn it, something went wrong when I reorganized my body? Isn't the melanin fused?"

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

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

White hair?

Being called that way makes me heartbroken just thinking about it.

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

"Give me back my black hair."

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

Moreover, his skin was a bit whiter than before, as if it had been coated with a layer of lime, which was a bit too white.

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

Like a ten-year-old boy who still has his childishness.

Lu Shaoqing stretched out his hand and pulled his hair. He looked at himself in the mirror. The more he looked at himself, 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, "It doesn't matter if he has white hair, he's handsome!"

"Fortunately, it's not Huang Mao." Lu Shaoqing's body was completely wiped out in the lightning. Lu Shaoqing also shouted and disappeared in the lightning.
To be continued...