Slowly, there were more and more thunders in the clouds above the back mountain. After reaching a critical point, finally, the first thunder began to hit Zhang Muzhi's head.

Even though he was well prepared, when the force of thunder came into contact with him, he was still knocked to the ground.

"Damn it, I'm afraid the system's lightning disaster is a bit too much."

Zhang Muzhi stood up again and wiped away the blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth. He clearly felt that his internal organs were injured just now.

"Host, please hold on. There are nine thunder tribulations in total this time. Originally there were only three. The extra six are the punishment imposed on you by the rules of heaven."

In fact, the system was helpless. It had already told Zhang Muzhi not to interfere with the original plot direction, but he insisted on trying, causing him to suffer the thunder disaster along with him.

If Zhang Muzhi had not withstood the thunderstorm, he would not know when he would wake up next. After all, choosing a host is also a very troublesome thing.

"Punishment? Labor and management can withstand it. Come on."

Zhang Muzhi stopped meditating and pulled out his sword. What was suppressed in his body was not to mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

All of it was injected into the long sword, and the whole person's temperament also changed, as if he himself was a sword.

Soon, lightning disasters came one after another, falling on Zhang Muzhi one after another. However, Zhang Muzhi was not knocked down now, but his clothes had been shattered.

"Host, please note that the power of the last thunderbolt is the sum of the previous eight. The success or failure depends on this last thunderbolt."

At this time, Zhang Muzhi's originally jade-like skin was now dyed red with blood, as if he had just been fished out of red paint.

Looking up at the last thunderbolt that was about to land, Zhang Muzhi grinned. He didn't know if he could survive this last blast, but he knew he had to resist it.

Completely ignoring the cracks all over his body, he finally gathered all his remaining spiritual power, inserted the long sword into the ground, and stood there in a daze, waiting for the last thunderstorm to come.

Lei Jie did not show mercy because of Zhang Muzhi's condition, and the last thunderbolt fell on Zhang Muzhi in one breath.

The huge power knocked Zhang Muzhi out the moment it came into contact with him, but this time he did not fall to the ground, but half-knelt on the ground and held the sword stuck on the ground tightly with one hand.

In an instant, the entire Tianshi Mansion was illuminated by the last thunderbolt, and the originally dark night sky was also lit up in an instant, but it was only a short moment, and it was as fleeting as if it had never happened.

Two days later, in Zhang Muzhi's room in the Tianshi Mansion, the old Tianshi and his junior brother were sitting in front of the bed, looking at

The mummified object on the bed looks like it must be a human being.

This man was none other than Zhang Muzhi, who was brought back by the old Heavenly Master. After the last thunderbolt fell that night, the dark clouds disappeared soon after, and the Heavenly Master's Mansion returned to its usual appearance.

Although Zhang Muzhi had warned the Heavenly Master, but at the moment his grandson's life and death were uncertain in the back mountain, he still had so much to worry about, so he went directly to the back mountain alone.

Zhang Zhiwei has lived for so many years and has never seen any big storms. But when he came to the back mountain, he was already shocked by what he saw.

He knew that his grandson had always liked to practice on the hill in the middle of the back mountain, but he only discovered it when he came there.

The original mountain had long since turned into a large pit. The bottom of the pit was scorched black, and thunder was raging around it that was visible to the naked eye. In the middle of the pit, a bloody man was half-kneeling, relying on the sword in his hand to keep himself from falling to the ground.

He could tell at a glance that the bloody man was his grandson. He braved the damage from the thunder and walked into the pit to bring Zhang Muzhi back to the Tianshi Mansion.

When he returned to the Tianshi Mansion, he also vomited black blood. It turned out to be the damage caused to him by the remaining thunder around him when he forcibly took Zhang Muzhi away.

Zhang Zhiwei could not imagine how this child could withstand those thunderbolts. Just the remaining thunderbolts could injure himself, an old master. How powerful the thunderbolts that fell on this child were.

Strangely enough, not long after Zhang Muzhi was brought back, a little thunder appeared looming on his body surface, and the blood that was still seeping out stopped.

But he had already mummified Zhang Muzhi. After all, those wounds were really scary. If it were the amount of blood loss for an ordinary person, he would have died a long time ago.

"Hiss, did I survive?"

After a while, Zhang Muzhi's originally closed eyes slowly opened.

Looking at the familiar room that came into view, he knew that he had survived the thunderstorm.

"Good boy, I knew you wouldn't be taken away by the Lord of Hell so easily."

Mr. Tian knocked on Zhang Muzhi's belly and said with tears of joy.

"Ah, why are you two old men here when I wake up? You don't know how to find two beautiful ladies to take care of me as a patient."

Zhang Muzhi joked after turning his head with difficulty to see the two old men.

"You brat, do you know how worried your Grandpa Tian and I are about you? You actually dare to say such things. When you get better, you will see how I deal with you."

When the Heavenly Master heard Zhang Muzhi's words, he immediately wanted to punish him, but thinking of his injuries, he had no choice but to give him a lesson.

"My injury has healed. If you don't believe me, just look at it."

All the bandages that Zhang Mu used so hard to wrap around him fell to pieces, and his jade-like skin was exposed to the air.

"I clearly remember that day. You were bleeding all over your body. Now you can still see traces of it. Sure enough, you are different from us."

Master Tian clearly remembers the scene of bringing Zhang Muzhi back that day.

"Okay, don't worry about me, second brother. I feel great now. The only thing I feel is that I feel a little hungry."

Zhang Muzhi naturally didn't feel hungry, but he didn't want the two old men to worry about his injury, so he wanted to divert their attention.

"That's right. You've been in coma for two days and haven't eaten anything. Come on, we've already prepared food for you."

During the two days when Zhang Muzhi was in coma, his two elders would order people to prepare food for him every day, just in case Zhang Muzhi would be hungry when he woke up.

"Warn the host not to think about changing the characters in the plot, otherwise the Tianshi Mansion will be erased by the rules. Please note that it is not just you, but the entire Tianshi Mansion."

Just when Zhang Muzhi was eating and thinking about how to get Mr. Tian, ​​the system in his mind warned him.

Hearing this, he also stopped eating. This warning was really hateful. If he wanted to forcefully rescue Mr. Tian, ​​the entire Tianshi Mansion would be buried with him.

He suddenly stopped moving. The two old men looked at him and thought it was an old injury. Zhang Muzhi had no choice but to continue eating as if nothing happened.

"The Luotian Dajiao will officially start tomorrow. You will have dinner later and I will send your Grandpa Tian back. As long as you wake up, I have to go and make arrangements."

After saying that, the Heavenly Master got up and left. After all, the Luotian Dajiao was a major event related to the reputation of the Heavenly Master's Mansion in Longhu Mountain. He couldn't help but leave it to the people below because he was worried about Zhang Mu. Now Zhang

When Mu Zhi woke up, he felt relieved and went to make preparations.

"Boy, old man, I know that you are not an ordinary person. I have been feeling something vaguely in the past few days. Don't worry about it."

"I have survived for so many years and that's enough. After I leave, you guys must remember me and bring good wine to see me every now and then."

"By the way, it's best to eat two roasted chickens. The best one is when the old man was young."

Zhang Muzhi sent Mr. Tian back to his room, and the two chatted for a long time. When Zhang Muzhi finally left, Mr. Tian smiled and warned him.

"I know, Grandpa."
Chapter completed!