Five years later, in the residence of the Long family, Zhuo Wen sat on the futon in the center of the room, with a green awn glowing between his brows.

This green light was beating like an elf, and then suddenly, the green light rushed out from the center of the eyebrows, and then turned into green lotuses.

These green lotuses were not big, only the size of pupils, and they poured out densely, filling Zhuo Wen's room.

"After five years of deduction, I think it's time to try to return Wanlian to one!"

Zhuo Wen calmly looked at the thousands of green lotuses floating in the air, took a deep breath, and with the power of the huge soul, began to mobilize these green lotuses, constantly approaching and merging with each other.

As Qinglian continued to merge, a huge phantom of Qinglian gradually appeared above Zhuo Wen's head.

Zhuo Wen's face became paler and paler, and cold sweat had already appeared on his forehead and back.

He didn't expect that the process of Qinglian's fusion was so painful.

This kind of pain is not the pain of the body, but the pain of the spirit and soul.

It was as if his soul was burning on a raging fire, the pain was indescribable.

Zhuo Wen didn't say a word, and endured silently, but his soul was desperately merging with Qinglian around him.

As the green lotus continued to merge, the phantom of the green lotus above Zhuo Wen's head also gradually solidified.

After three hours passed, Zhuo Wen fell to the ground with a thud, and he finally integrated the last green lotus into it completely.

But at the same time, Zhuo Wen also passed out.

This kind of spiritual and spiritual pain was so severe that even Zhuo Wen was determined and fainted from the pain.

When Zhuo Wen was in a coma, the huge green lotus formed by the reunification of thousands of lotus was quietly suspended above Zhuo Wen.

I saw this huge green lotus slowly blooming in mid-air.

When the green lotus was fully opened, a cluster of blue flames was quietly burning in the center of the green lotus.

This cluster of cyan flames floated out slowly, and then entered the depths of Zhuo Wen's eyebrows.

And when the blue flame left, the huge blooming green lotus suspended in mid-air began to wither and dim, and finally disappeared and annihilated.

And that cluster of cyan flames, after entering Zhuowen's soul, caused a sea of ??cyan flames, enveloping the entire soul.

However, this sea of ??blue flames is not for destroying the soul, but for transforming the soul.

In the blazing blue sea of ??flames, Zhuowen's spirit is rapidly transforming and evolving.

In the end, an extremely terrifying breath burst out from Zhuo Wenmei's heart.

This breath is invisible and qualityless, but the pavilion where Zhuo Wen is located has an unknown number of kilometers, and all the creatures seem to have their souls pulled hard.

It seemed that some kind of invisible big hand pinched their souls and rubbed them constantly, making them very uncomfortable.

Everyone in the Long family felt the throbbing of the soul. They came out one after another, looking at the pavilion where Zhuo Wen was involuntarily.

However, there is one room in the Long family that is an exception, and that is Mo Yan Wushang's room.

Only Mo Yan Wushang's room was very quiet, and no one came out of it, as if he didn't feel the sudden throbbing of the soul.

"What a powerful soul fluctuation! It seems that my husband has made new progress in his soul!"

With the support of Feng Xiyao, Mu Chenxue came out of the main hall, looked in the direction of the room where Zhuo Wen was, and murmured in a low voice.

The current Mu Chenxue's belly bulge is more and more obvious, but it is still difficult to conceal her beautiful face and graceful figure.

"This Zhuo Wen is really true. Recently, I have come out less and less to accompany you, and I am retreating every day!" Feng Xiyao complained.

Mu Chenxue said with a smile: "Grandma, don't blame your husband! You don't know when the Jinyu Starry Sky's army will invade, and your husband is also very worried, that's why he works so hard! He's all for our family. ah!"

Feng Xiyao said kindly: "It's still my family Chenxue who is sensible. Wen'er's ability to marry you is really a blessing from his previous life! I am also afraid that he is too tired. I am not blaming him, but blaming you. He doesn't know how to cherish his body!"

Mu Chenxue smiled slightly, her beautiful eyes looked at Zhuo Wen's pavilion, and she didn't intend to disturb Zhuo Wen.

She knew that if Zhuo Wen left the customs, he would naturally notify them.

Now that they haven't been notified, they naturally won't disturb Zhuo Wen, so as not to distract Zhuo Wen.

Three days later, Zhuo Wen slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and pressed his right hand to his forehead.

Up to now, his head is still aching, and he feels like someone has hammered him. JrNovels.com