Chapter 240 It Hurts

He shouted and dodged, but the thunder came too fast and too suddenly, and there was no way to avoid it.

Several masters were also shocked.

As soon as he came out, he saw He Cen being chased by thunder and screaming. Xiao Hei was eating slowly, and many thunders struck He Cen directly.

The little sword spirit was now like a black crow with its fur blown off. It was in a mess and covered in dirt due to the thunderbolt. Several masters couldn't help but laugh.

Jun Chao just said he would raise his hand to help him block the thunder, but he saw the spiritual barrier being pierced straight through, and the thunder once again fell accurately on He Cen.

"ah!--"

"No, Boss Tiandao, it hurts!"

The masters were all stunned. Bo Lou glanced at Jun Chao and asked, "What happened? Did your magic fail?"

Without waiting for Jun Chao to speak, Wen Qing quickly set up a barrier, trying to help He Cen block it, but it was of no use at all.

It was as if the little sword spirit was chosen by the thunder from heaven. It didn't strike anywhere else but chased him. A lot of power from heaven was stuffed into He Cen all at once, and he was about to explode.

"No, that's what I said!"

"Why are you serious?"

Xiao Hei seemed to be unaware of his hunger and was absorbing the heavenly thunder with a clang. He Cen could feel his limbs and bones being filled with strength, but he couldn't digest it all at once.

After seeing several masters, he pulled Jun Chao's arm without thinking and bit it hard.

His reaction was completely instinctive. He couldn't bear the power of the thunder and he needed to vent it out.

He Cen bit so hard that blood came out. Jun Chao frowned slightly and just as he was about to speak, he felt the blood in his body being mobilized, and then the little sword spirit transmitted energy to him continuously.

Not only was the thunder chasing He Cen, Xiao Hei was also absorbing it madly. How could He Cen, who was just in the early stage of Yuanying, withstand these dozens of thunders?

Seeing that the number had passed thirty-six and the speed of the thunder had not yet come down, He Cen's eyes began to emit golden light, as if he had been rushed to the head by spiritual power.

He seemed to think that biting the arm was not enough, so he pulled Jun Chao's collar and bit the back of his neck again.

The little sword spirit was obviously a little crazy at this moment. Several masters were unable to calm him down. Jun Chao did not dare to move and passively endured the sword spirit's actions of pouring spiritual power into him.

On one side it was absorbing, and on the other side it was transmitting to the Master. The scene was extremely bizarre.

Jun Chao was bitten several times by him, leaving several bloody teeth marks on his shoulders.

Until his body was full and He Cen couldn't pass anything out, he pulled Bei Qi over, grabbed his fox tail and bit him hard.

The fox master almost jumped up in pain, "Baby! Let go!"

"Can we bite our hands? Our tail hurts."

He Cen hadn't completely lost his mind. Bei Qi had a horrified expression on his face, and he wasn't feeling any better either. "It hurts me too, Master... Wuuuuu QAQ"

The thunder from that day fell on He Cen again and again, striking him like a champ and he couldn't dodge it. Moreover, the meridians in his body were almost stretched to the point of exploding.

All the spiritual energy is concentrated in the body, and even the hair exudes a strong scent of spiritual energy.

A natural carrier of spiritual power and the spirit of a divine sword, his body is a fusion of the bones and blood of his four masters. At this moment, he has a fatal attraction to the four people.

Wen Qing was afraid that he would really collapse, so he raised his hand and tied the golden thread to the little sword spirit's body, trying to help him dissipate some of his spiritual power. He didn't use much force, but for some reason, it automatically cut open He Cen's skin.

Spiritual power mixed with blood, spread onto the golden thread bit by bit, and slowly entered Wen Qing's body.

The other three people stared at him, "Are you crazy? Why would you hurt He He?"

Wen Qing was also confused, "How could I bear to do it?"

"I just wanted to help him dissipate his spiritual power. I didn't use any strength at all."

He Cen now has a terrible headache. He feels like he has consumed too much energy at once and is feeling dizzy and about to explode.

He didn't feel the small wounds inflicted by Wen Qing at all. He even wanted to make a few bigger cuts to let some blood flow.

The thunder came so hard and suddenly that the four people worked together to help He Cen to decompose the accumulated power in his body, which barely made him feel better.

The little sword spirit is only in the infant stage, but the thunder has the power of Bei Qidu's thousand-year catastrophe. How can he bear it?

Not many ordinary cultivators could absorb power directly from the thunder. Jun Chao and his companions all used the thunder to refine themselves and never thought that this day would come.

Xiao Hei eats a lot, and it is difficult for them to absorb the food. The power of Heaven is pure and overbearing, and ordinary people cannot bear it at all.

While the four masters were helping He Cen to resolve the situation, their own bodies were almost bursting by this sudden force.

The farce ended only after all eighty-one heavenly thunders had been rained down and eaten by He Cen and divided among the four masters.

The little sword spirit was in so much pain that it knelt on the ground and wanted to cry, "It hurts so much, Master..."

He was uncomfortable, and neither were the other three members of Jun Chao. The power of Heaven was too strong and extremely thick. The level of power was not something they, who had not yet become gods, could withstand.

Even if he has reached the middle stage of fusion, he is still a long way from overcoming the tribulation and ascending to heaven.

No one could have expected that He Cen's few unintentional words would actually come true. It's unclear whether this is good luck or bad luck.

He Cen was holding on to his body despite his illness. A few people tried to comfort him gently. Wen Qing hugged him and patted his back, "Does it hurt? Where else does it hurt?"

He Cen's head was hurting so much that it was about to explode. He was not quite conscious and didn't feel the wounds on his body at all. He suddenly threw himself into Wen Qing's arms and fainted.

"Crane!"

Several masters looked anxious, not caring about their own physical discomfort, and quickly took the little sword spirit into the room to check it out.

Jun Chao was bitten several times by He Cen, and his face looked very ugly. He really couldn't bear it any longer, so he quickly sat down to meditate and regulate his breathing.

The ancients emphasized gradual progress. If we try to instill everything into our bodies all at once, our bodies won't be able to handle it.

The reason why heavenly thunder is a heavenly calamity for cultivators is that the power contained in it is unnatural. The four people were obviously in great pain after forcefully absorbing it and taking in so much at once.

After He Cen fainted, the four of them had to sit down quickly and adjust.

If I don't move it around, I'm afraid I'll explode and die.

It’s strange to say, in the past, when thunder struck, people within dozens of miles would definitely suffer disasters, but this time, all the thunders were directed at the sword spirit.

All the furnishings in the residence were intact and not affected at all. After everyone took a long time to calm down, they quickly got up to see He Cen.

The little sword spirit was still unconscious at this moment, and was as dirty as a little beggar. Bei Qi held him and put him into the clear spring.

"Hehe, Hehe? Wake up and move quickly. Your body won't be able to hold on if you continue like this."