Chapter 239: The physical transformation that embarrassed the woman
This condensed into a huge white lightning, which fell rapidly from the sky, was unstoppable.
Faster and faster, it arrived in an instant In midair, it was like a sharp spear that broke through the sky and earth. Tiny electric lights like golden snakes flashed wildly around the spear. The "sharp" electric current seemed to be real, and tiny cracks were cut into the surrounding space.
Under this devastating force, the spear of white lightning even transformed into a dragon and shot down.
The lightning spear of the heavenly tribulation, which gathered thousands of thunders into one point, brought with it endless pressure from the heavenly tribulation. Even Fang Zuo felt a little pressure.
His face looked a little unhappy.
Although the thunder tribulation that night was long and intensive, the power of a single bolt of lightning was far less powerful than this heavenly punishment.
If I had to endure this kind of thunder tribulation all night, I would have died long ago.
The white lightning spear appeared in front of Fang Zuo in the instant he was thinking.
The remaining soul of the young Ashura child has also materialized at this time.
The previously blurred outline now has a three-dimensional and oppressive feel.
The pressure brought by the nine-day thunder of heavenly tribulation caused the unyielding factor towards heaven in his blood to begin to awaken.
The six horizontal eyes were originally a little confused, but at this moment they were staring at the sky with a fierce look in their eyes.
"Come on, Emperor Haotian." The remains of the Asura child roared, spread his legs and stood firmly on the ground. His muscles were knotted all over, and red lines appeared on his black body, glowing a ferocious red light. He swung his fists at the six giant arms of the White Lightning Spear.
Boom!
Six fists wrapped in black light shields burst into dazzling white light the moment they met the Nine Heavens Thunder, like the strong light of the midday sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.
The Nine Heavens Thunder was stopped by the fist and then overturned and pressed down. At the place where the remains of Asura were standing, the electric energy was extremely compressed into a white light ball with a radius of ten meters.
Countless tiny golden electric currents were flowing in the surrounding space.
Then the white ball of light exploded.
Energy radiates from every angle.
at the same time.
The five F35 fighter jets hovering in the sky were already some distance away from the remains of Asura.
The drivers were all at a loss as to what to do when they saw the sudden lightning strike in the distance.
A huge white light spread out, shining indiscriminately.
Inside the cabin, all the electronic equipment was flashing red lights violently, alarms were sounding continuously, and the pointers of various parameters on the dashboard were swinging up and down.
No matter how the driver tried to pull it up, it was useless.
The five F35 fighter jets suddenly lost control and fell to the ground like fallen leaves.
At the center of the white light explosion.
Fang Zuo stood there motionless, allowing the pressure and energy to hit him.
He stared closely at every movement on Asura's body, not daring to miss even a single detail.
The remains of Asura kept the six giant arms in the posture of waving fists towards the sky, with the head raised high and the mouth wide open.
The circle of black pits around it were all damage caused by the compression and materialization of lightning energy, but the place where he was standing remained the same.
The huge white light slowly disappeared.
The remains of Asura slowly turned to ashes, and the six giant arms that were raised high and clenched into fists began to turn into a puff of black smoke and dissipated in this world.
Fang Zuo sighed and showed some respect to the remnant soul.
Even though Mount Sumeru was shattered, and no one knew whether the final outcome of this ancient vicious clan would be genocide or escape, their indomitable spirit could be seen in the remaining soul of this young Asura child.
The Ashura clan will never be slaves!!
Fang Zuo stretched out his hand, a wisp of black smoke lingering around his fingertips.
This was after the remnant body and soul of Asura exploded with their maximum energy to counter the white light. Before the white lightning completely destroyed him, some of the original power was absorbed by Fang Zuo.
Boom boom boom boom! Five loud bangs were heard at the foot of Mount Fuji in the distance.
Five F-35s crashed one by one.
Five fires broke out.
The next moment, Fang Zuo appeared on another peak of Mount Fuji.
After setting up the concealment formation, Fang Zuo looked inward at his Nascent Soul.
It's horrible.
The great pressure on the soul caused the Nascent Soul to become extremely weak, and the body was also somewhat damaged by the residual power of the white lightning.
Fang Zuo played with the black smoke in his hand, which was glowing with a faint black light. After thinking for a moment, he resolutely slapped it on his body.
The Taoist Thirteen Supreme Sutras on Physical Fitness slowly came to mind.
An original force that was beyond his understanding slowly blended with the vitality of his body.
Fang Zuo guided this force, following the texture of the Asura's remains copied from his Nascent Soul, and moved slowly within his body, opening up a new way for energy to circulate in his meridians. At the same time, he combined the body-building chapter of the Thirteen Classics to carefully strengthen his foundation.
The more he shaped his body according to the texture he had copied, the more he discovered that it had many similarities with the physical bodies of the cultivation methods recorded in the Thirteen Taishang Sutras.
It seems that they came from the Ashura clan.
No wonder some Taoist predecessors left comments and raised doubts in the past, saying that human beings have had the same appearance since ancient times, and that the body consists of nothing more than twelve main meridians and eight extraordinary meridians.
How could one cultivate a physical body with three heads and six arms after practicing the Taoist body-refining method?
I think the Taoist immortals who created this body-building method in ancient times knew that no matter how humans cultivated their bodies, they would never be as good as those ferocious creatures. So, just like what I am doing now, I captured a lot of ancient ferocious creatures to find a way to strengthen the body.
Perhaps the Asura clan members were not spared either.
I don’t know how long it took.
The original power of these Asuras finally merged with the body. Fang Zuo took out some incense power and injected it into the body, slowly absorbing it according to the texture of the Asura clan that he had copied .
There was a lot of noise in the Japanese Parliament.
The new round of parliamentary elections has finally come to an end.
The party of Japan's interim Prime Minister Shigeru Seba, whose members lost the election one after another in the previous term, did not even reach the number required by Japanese law.
According to Japanese law, if the prime minister's party does not have the required number of lawmakers, the prime minister must step down.
Now.
Not only was he himself questioned by the public, but his party also lost the election for parliament. This made him, who was already unpopular, feel like he was surrounded by enemies.
This means that if Prime Minister Shigeru Seba does not find a solution, he will become the shortest-lived prime minister in Japanese history.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat in her seat in Congress with lifeless eyes, neither happy nor sad.
Mei Shiraishi looked at her sister who was obviously thinner with heartache. She couldn't even eat a few bites of food these days.
Not only her, but even the little girl Oda Yui at home didn't eat much.
Whether it was homemade or takeout, he said he had no appetite and went upstairs after eating two bites.
Mei Shiraishi heard sobbing sounds from inside the room and went to knock on the door, but the door didn't open. The person locked himself in the room and refused to come out.
Then the next day I went back to study with a pale face.
"Mr. Shiraishi?" Abe Noja walked over with a frown on his face, looking at Shiraishi Nagimitsu with doubts in his mind.
She was still wearing a white shirt and a gray uniform skirt, and she had obviously lost a lot of weight.
Why is this woman whom I admire so absent-minded recently? Is she sick?
"Huh? What did you say, Congressman Abe?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu raised his head and said with a slight apology.
"I say, what do you think of our 'short-lived' prime minister?" Abe Nosuke repeated.
"Although our prime minister is facing 'dismissal', he just needs to find members of parliament who support him within the specified time." Shiraishi Nagiko tucked her long hair as usual: "According to our country's laws, he only needs to find members of parliament from other parties to reach the legal number."
"Whether it's spending money or making promises, I believe our prime minister should be able to find enough MPs."
"Of course, if no one makes trouble." Shiraishi Nagimitsu looked at Abe Noja with a meaningful look.
"Don't look at me, Councillor Shiraishi. Although I was the one who directed the last black gold incident, the subsequent fermentation was not caused by me." Abe Nojaguar spread his hands.
"Oh?" Shiraishi Nagimitsu was a little surprised: "Who did it?"
After the last incident in which Abe Noja directed the accusation against the interim Prime Minister for black money, just as Shiraishi Nagimitsu had expected, Shigeki Seba put the blame on the accountant, using the excuse that the data was biased due to miscalculation.
However, the black gold incident was not resolved because of this explanation.
The accountant, who had already written a testimony to take the blame, decisively retracted his confession in the procuratorate, pushing the interim prime minister to the forefront again.
Shiraishi Nagiko thought that the accountant's change of testimony was also a trick of Abe Nozume.
"According to the information I found out, it was Washington who took action." Abe Nosuke sneered, "As everyone knows, the prosecutors' offices in Japan and South Korea are the prosecutors' offices in Washington. Several of the senior prosecutors are Protestants, and their children are all in North America."
"Who made our Prime Minister, who has great ambitions, declare that he would station troops in Guam, the United States, as soon as he took office? I think this was a warning from Washington."
"Mr. Shiraishi, are you sick?" Seeing that Shiraishi Nagimitsu did not respond and returned to his initial confusion, Abe Noja finally asked his doubts: "Why have you lost so much weight these days?"
Shiraishi Nagimitsu shook his head, forced a smile, said nothing, and tidied up the things on the table.
A pair of small hands as white as jade, so thin that blue veins are visible.
The flash of bitterness in his eyes made Abe Nosuke even more suspicious.
"Sister, are we going to pick up Yui today?" Mei Shiraishi asked in a low voice after Abenozaki left.
Now she was very careful when speaking to her sister, even her voice was lowered.
At this moment, my sister looked pale and haggard, as if she would faint if she spoke a little louder. She looked like a sickly person who would faint at any time.
"Yeah." Shiraishi Nagimitsu replied.
That's how she is these days, hardly any long sentences.
Shiraishi Mei sighed inwardly.
Arrived at the Imperial Hotel Tokyo.
Oda Yui had been waiting for them at the door. When she saw the car coming, she opened the door, got in and sat in the passenger seat.
Without saying a word.
The three of them just sat there in silence.
The car was dead silent.
It has been like this these days, no one speaks. The man is gone, as if he has taken away all the happiness and hope.
Return to the villa.
Oda Yui and Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat on the sofa one after another.
Oda Yui swiped her phone every now and then, with a worried look on her face.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu kept changing TV channels with dull eyes.
On TV, Keiko Minamikawa was reporting the news that Mount Fuji was suddenly struck by lightning and a Japanese fighter plane crashed during training.
Before Minamikawa Keiko could finish her words, Shiraishi Nagimitsu pressed her fingers unconsciously and changed the channel. In just a few seconds, she jumped through more than a dozen channels.
"Sister, Yui, are you hungry? Let me fry some steak for you." Mei Shiraishi looked at the two people she cared about most and said with a forced smile.
"I don't want to eat. I won't eat anymore." Oda Yui shook her head.
"Me too." Shiraishi Nagimitsu hadn't finished speaking.
“You guys!!! Aaaaaaaah!!”
A sharp scream was heard, and Mei Shiraishi suddenly started shouting madly.
The sudden scream successfully interrupted the sorrow of the mother and daughter.
"I've had enough of you and your daughter." Shiraishi Mei grabbed Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Oda Yui and pushed them to the dressing mirror.
Two pale and thin faces appeared in the mirror.
Listless and dull eyes.
"Look at what you two have become?" Shiraishi Mei shouted, "Although I really can't understand why you two would become like this just because of a man's disappearance."
"But we still have to live our lives and eat our meals. That man is not dead."
"If he comes back and sees you like this, will he be happy?"
"I don't care if you cry or stare blankly, but at least eat normally, right?"
"If we all starve to death, how can we wait for that man to come back?"
After speaking loudly in one breath, Shiraishi Mei finally let out the emotions that had been suppressed for these days.
Deathly silence.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu suddenly raised his arms.
Mei Shiraishi was so scared that she quickly hugged her head and said, "Oh, sister, I was wrong. I won't do it again. Don't hit me!!"
Shiraishi Nagihiru gently lowered his arm, patted Shiraishi Mei's face, and forced a smile: "I want it medium rare."
Oda Yui also took Shiraishi Mei's arm: "Me too, auntie."
"Yeah!!! Okay, okay, I'll go fry it right now and it'll be done soon." Shiraishi Mei's eyes were wet and she quickly ran towards the refrigerator.
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The University of Tokyo School of Medicine.
Feng Dielian was lying on the hospital bed, and there was finally some blush on her pale little face.
Her injuries have recovered well. Fortunately, she was sent to the hospital in time, and her damaged organs are gradually recovering.
During this period, the lieutenant of the Maritime Self-Defense Force, Hashimoto Yuna, also came to see her. After the two quarreled for a few words, Hashimoto Yuna left with a sneer.
However, the precious fruits he brought were obviously carefully selected, and this naval commander was not a bad person.
Feng Dielian said in her heart.
After this experience, the three women who had experienced life and death together felt a vague and inexplicable emotion pulling them together.
They all have different thoughts and goals, carrying different things, but they are closer to each other.
Feng Dielian glanced at Yingkong Kurumi who was standing blankly at the window, looking at the scenery outside.
Everything seems the same, but she has changed a lot.
This was Feng Dielian’s first feeling.
From the time she woke up until now, she has never seen this hall official smile.
I've never seen her with twin ponytails.
She always has a high ponytail and a cold face.
And I lost a lot of weight.
Her already slim back became even slimmer.
From the two buttocks that were originally full to the point of bursting, it can be seen that they are a little thinner than before.
Every time she came to see me, she just stared out the window, not saying much. Occasionally she took out her cell phone to look at it, then put it back.
"You" Feng Dielian said hesitantly: "Tingzheng, are you okay?"
"Me?" Yingkong Kurumi turned around, shook her head, and said solemnly: "It's okay."
"I heard from my colleagues that you haven't slept for three consecutive days." Feng Dielian said, "You still call this okay?"
"It's really okay. Don't I do this often?" Yingsora Kurumi forced a smile and turned around, still looking out the window, not knowing what she was looking at.
Feng Dielian's uneasiness was growing.
A speculation gradually became clearer.
Did something happen to that man?
Feng Dielian wanted to ask, but she didn't dare to. The worry in her heart made her unable to control herself at all.
Suppress the violent beating of your heart.
Feng Dielian finally spoke out.
"The hall is in the middle of the hall." Feng Dielian hesitated and said tentatively, "Don't stay here all the time. Go on a date with your boyfriend. I heard from my colleagues that the latest movies are very good."
"Oh." Yingsora Kurumi responded without any expression.
This made Feng Dielian a little confused. What happened? "Tingzheng, how did you and your boyfriend meet? Tell me about it."
"Next time," Sakura Kurumi said lightly, still without turning around.
But Feng Dielian keenly noticed that the hall master, who was always optimistic, cheerful and resolute, shrugged slightly.
Is she crying because she mentioned that man? Feng Dielian didn't dare to ask further. She seemed to sink into ice water and felt cold all over.
I hope he's okay.
Sakura Kurumi looked out the window.
Take a deep breath.
He wiped the tear marks from his face secretly.
As the director of the Tokyo Exorcist Security Department, she used her authority to easily find the telecommunications company and received a message after she returned.
This mobile phone number has been unable to connect to the signal for a long time, let alone the GPS.
This made Yingkong Kurumi even more certain that something had happened to Fang Zuo.
Thinking of this, tears started to flow again.
Sakura Kurumi, you are still too weak, you are a useless thing, you only know how to cry and you can't help him at all.
Sakura Kurumi slapped herself hard.
'Pah.'
The sound of the slap woke up the nervous Feng Dielian, and she looked at Yingkong Kurumi's back in surprise.
No words were spoken, and no one asked why.
Some things need to be understood, not asked.
Fortunately, she can understand.
If she could, she would also like to slap herself.
Very harsh.
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Night is falling
Jin Meiting was wearing a red satin pajamas with a red thong sandwiched between her buttocks.
Clamp your legs.
She picked up a bottle of red wine on the table and drank a few gulps.
She didn't care as the red liquid slipped into her red lace bra.
After taking away the bottle, she gasped with red lips.
A little tipsy.
I never knew that without that man, I would be so scared.
Even though they still have these bodyguards, they still go back and forth to these places every day.
However, every day I feel like my life is counting down.
It turns out that both my ambition and my body need that man immensely.
Knock knock knock.
The door rang.
Jin Meiting knew who was coming.
Now only a few people can come to this floor without informing the hotel.
I opened the door and it was indeed her.
A beautiful woman in a black nightgown stood at the door . Reina Morisawa.
Her cheeks are slightly sunken, which gives her bare face a morbid beauty.
"Why didn't you change your clothes and came here in your nightgown?" Jin Meiting forced a smile and welcomed Morisawa Rena in.
Rena Morisawa looked at the bottle of red wine placed alone on the table without even taking out a glass.
"What? You're drinking so much? You don't even want a cup." Morisawa Rena sighed. She said this, but she picked up the half bottle of red wine that Jin Meiting had drunk, tilted her head back, and started drinking from the bottle in big gulps.
"If I don't drink more, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future." Jin Meiting sighed and took out another bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet next to her.
"Don't be so pessimistic." Rena Morisawa put down the bottle, burped slightly, and wiped the corner of her lips with her hand.
Looking at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling glass and her own reflected face, she picked up her lipstick and silently touched it up.
"I have always been intoxicated by the upper class of this world, but when I found that he was no longer by my side, I suddenly felt that all my ambitions were so unrealistic." Jin Meiting sighed and lay on the sofa with her arms open.
The nightgown was loose, revealing her red bra and red thong.
Looking at Reina Morisawa who insisted on reapplying her lipstick, Jin Meiting said, "You haven't changed your nails for a long time, and they have grown out a little."
Morisawa Reina looked down at her manicure and smiled bitterly: "Yeah, I'm not in the mood for this. Just like you said, I can't get excited about anything. Suddenly I feel that life is so boring."
She looked at Jin Meiting, who had her arms and legs spread out, exposing them in a relaxed manner, and shook her head: "Look, they have grown so long, they can't be covered at all, why don't you trim them?"
Jin Meiting looked down, a blush on her face: "I used to think that he might come over someday, so I trimmed it every day. I really didn't pay attention to this these days."
"Why not keep it and see how long it can grow? Maybe he will like it when he comes back." Rena Morisawa giggled.
"I hope so." Jin Meiting was stared at by Morisawa Reina. These unusual things made her feel a little embarrassed. She crossed her legs again and said, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if he doesn't come back?"
"I have thought about it." Morisawa Reina sighed and sat next to Jin Meiting: "But what can we do? His level is beyond our imagination."
"As for the Yamaguchi-gumi, there are no problems internally. I am confident that it can operate stably, but I am not sure about the external enemies."
"To be honest, I haven't had a good sleep these days. I either dream about the Mafia or the government and assassins."
"I feel the same as you." Jin Meiting sighed, nodded and said, "I hope the boss will be back soon."
"Master will definitely do it." Rena Morisawa also nodded.
They each picked up a bottle of red wine and clinked the bottles together.
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On Mount Fuji.
A middle-aged man in a white suit, frowning, looking for something? As soon as the master gave the order, he quickly rushed to Mount Fuji.
But only some remnant souls of Asura are left here.
Nothing else exists.
On another hill, a group of Taoist priests wearing robes embroidered with chrysanthemums and gold edges were also searching.
Not far away, Fang Zuo slowly opened his eyes in the concealment magic circle.
With the help of the Taoist body training methods, this body finally gained some of the effects of the Asura clan's methods.
But at the same time, this body seemed to have some changes that Fang Zuo did not expect.
Fang Zuo felt his body and his face turned pale and blue.
These Japanese women must be a little embarrassed.
(End of this chapter)
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