I have a passive skill Chapter 1655: Burning the piano to make a cocoon is not self-binding, the butterfly flutters its wings and moves the rivers and mountains
Chapter 1655: Burning the piano to make a cocoon is not self-binding, the butterfly flutters its wings and moves the rivers and mountains
Chapter 1659 Burning the piano to create a cocoon is not self-binding, the butterfly flutters its wings and moves the rivers and mountains
"So, this is your plan?"
"When he advances, you retreat, when he retreats, you advance, just for the sake of playing and loving the common people?"
Relics of the Gods, Sang Lao moved his fists and feet while turning his head and looking at his beloved disciple in front of him hesitantly.
Thanks to Aitu Shou, I was born again.
A semi-saint of the reborn fire system, he gained enlightenment in the ruins of the gods at the beginning, and also mastered the sleeveless and red-scorched hands of the Dragon-melting variant of the Divine Psychic Dragon.
Mr. Sang is very satisfied with this life.
He stroked his new body, feeling that smooth touch again after a long absence.
This new body has fair skin, can be broken by blows, and is perfect with only one flaw left.
I touched my head and found that the bald patch was still not cured.
The excessive work at Fenqin in the past seemed to have caused not temporary physical damage, but permanent mental damage.
"Pity……"
Mr. Sang just sighed like this.
Soon, he took back his mind and no longer indulged in his beautiful body.
Red and pink skull.
No matter how beautiful his skin is, once the sleeveless red-scorched hands or the sleeveless red-scorched body are opened, he will soon return to his previous withered body state.
Sometimes, Mr. Sang also envies the second-generation Shen Nian of the Bazun Master Sword Nian, Mei Siren Sword Elephant, Wei Crazy Killing God Realm, etc., which only hurt the inside but not the skin.
But then I thought about it, and I realized that I had at least mastered the Divine Mind, and had a trump card that was as powerful as my ancestral source.
And some people...
Turning his head to one side, Sang Lao felt satisfied that the water ghost had woken up but was still dying.
Some people can't even learn to penetrate the spirit, and their physical bodies are even more fragile.
What happened to the sleeveless and red-scorched hands that I realized had some side effects?
Already great!
…
"In my opinion, it's more than just a play, right?"
On one side, the water ghost opened his eyes leisurely, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and held a holy medicine in his trembling hands while slowly inhaling the spiritual energy.
He didn't dare to eat it directly. He could only recover from serious injuries, and even his body had just been repaired.
If you take a strong medicine, you will most likely be unable to withstand it and die from over-replenishment.
Looking at Xu Xiaoshou standing on the top of the holy mountain in the space mirror in front of him, and then looking back at the second real Xu Xiaoshou in front of him, the water ghost couldn't help but say:
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Make everyone smile, but smile without saying a word.
I am now on the top of the Holy Mountain, respected by thousands of people. The one who came into the ruins of God is naturally him who was originally in the Southern Territory.
But if you wait a little longer, you can let me in, and when you go out, you will be able to love the common people.
Seeing that Xu Xiaoshou looked a little too conceited, the water ghost hesitated for a moment and decided to give some harsh advice:
"Even if it's really a joke, you have to be careful. After all, you still have ten people who love the common people. If you can't hold it back and explode..."
Before he finished speaking, Mr. Sang shook his head and interrupted:
"Love for the common people will not break out."
"So no matter what you want to do, as long as the Holy Mountain has not welcomed back Yu Lao, you will step on him hard without mercy!"
The water ghost was shocked and thought, is this really an objective suggestion? Isn't it also mixed with a little desire for revenge?
Mr. Sang looked at his beloved disciple very seriously:
"I don't take any personal emotions. I just know that if you love the common people, if you are not stupid, you can only have your teeth knocked out and swallowed with blood."
"Even if he is stupid and wants to explode..."
"Xu Xiaoshou, pay attention to the 'little people' coming and going from the Holy Mountain. Dao Qiongcang doesn't want to see you win. He just wants to see both sides suffer."
"So he, or Yue Gongli, and some people on the Holy Mountain suddenly wake up, will remind the people who love them that they need to be patient!"
"And you..."
After a pause, Mr. Sang showed a ruthless look on his face: "Xu Xiaoshou, you don't have to worry about anything. Just step on him as much as you can. It's a great opportunity. Don't show mercy!"
The water ghost was silent, he hadn't thought of this yet.
It's shocking to everyone, you old man Sang, when I came up with that plan, I felt dirty under the influence of the coquettish old man.
Do you really not want to give me any affection?
"I will."
Jinren nodded, indicating that he would convey the Master's opinions to the deity.
The water ghost quickly put the matter aside.
Relying on Xu Xiaoshou himself, plus the help of Boss Fenqin.
The two of them have been able to make the overall situation and some details that may have been poorly thought out clear.
The "think tank" role he could play was minimal, so the water ghost simply turned to another angle and asked:
"Have you mastered the method of leaving the ruins of God elsewhere?"
Although Renren saw the light in their eyes and understood the true meaning of this question, he could only shake his head and said regretfully:
"There is another way."
"But this method is currently only available to me. If you want to go out, you will have to rely on the guide to get back from where you came."
He glanced at Cao Erzhu, who was still practicing: "He is too."
The water ghost opened his mouth, as if he wanted to find out what was going on, but Master Shou was no longer what he used to be, and he was also afraid of asking about some secrets.
Jinren was not that open-minded and took the initiative to explain: "Unless you all practice the secrets of birth, spirit, and intention."
The water ghost's head buzzed when he heard it, and he immediately gave up the unrealistic idea.
So is Xu Xiaoshou's method of "faking death" to escape from the relics of God so difficult?
"Dao Qiongcang seems to have other ideas..."
Before he finished speaking, Jinren smiled and replied:
"What Dao Qiongcang wanted at that time was to completely refine your souls into the kind of weapon spirits I described and take them out."
"I can do this now, do you think?"
The water ghost was speechless.
It turns into a weak weapon spirit and goes out, then breaks away from the restrictions of the "vessel" in the outside world, reshapes the physical body, and slowly returns to the realm of cultivation.
People are out.
It can be considered as surviving.
Daoji is half-wasted.
Perhaps it takes a hundred years to regain the semi-holy fighting power, but I am afraid that there is no possibility of making any progress in this life, and a hundred years...
Compared with the overall situation, the day lilies are cold!
Instead of doing this, it is better to stay at the ruins of God.
After Xu Xiaoshou has finished acting like a monster outside, he can divert the people who love him elsewhere and the few people here can safely return the same way they came.
"Don't think about it."
Mr. Sang waved his hand and glanced at the water ghost with disgust, "You can think about things, but he won't think about it thoroughly? Don't even look at whose apprentice he is!"
Water Ghost: "..."
Okay, okay, you masters and disciples, you are amazing.
For no reason, he kept talking about his incompetent son in his mind. It was so different!
…
"When the time comes, I will go out."
After a period of silence in which "everyone has their own agenda", Sang Lao suddenly looked at his apprentice and spoke in a deep voice.
The water ghost's eyes shifted from Cen Qiaofu who had not yet woken up. His face was gloomy and he was silent. He didn't know whether it was because of Cen Qiaofu or because of Sang Lao's words.
Are you going in to attract attention... Even everyone probably knows what trick the Fenqin boss was thinking about just now, and he said helplessly: "Where to come from?"
"Dead Sea!"
"talk later."
Jinren waved his hands, not wanting to talk about the rest of the matter, because he could handle everything himself, so there was no need.
He decided to take over with me, and he used his passive points and passive skills to accumulate a lot.
"return!"
However, Sang Lao's decision was very firm. He shouted and called the traitor back. Then he looked at him and the water ghost and said calmly:
"If I delay returning to the Dead Sea, it means that 'containment' does not exist."
"In this case, it is possible for Ai Cangsheng to choose to give it a go, suddenly pull you into the divine court, and quickly resolve the battle."
Divine Court?
Jin Ren's eyelids twitched, and he thought of the Dark Divine Court, the Ranming Divine Court, and the ruins of the ancestors of the arts.
But these are either prototypes of the divine court, or they are only barely activated, borrowing some of their power.
"The Court of God!"
"And complete!"
Sang Lao's words were concise and concise, because he knew that Xu Xiaoshou understood the meaning of these two sentences, but he felt uneasy after he finished speaking, so he explained a few more sentences seriously:
"I don't know the specifics."
"But the Holy Continent is the territory of the five Holy Emperors' families. The secret realms of the Five Holy Emperors can evolve into the Five Great Divine Courts when necessary, and it is possible to borrow it from Ai Cang Sheng."
"If it really comes to a desperate moment, you have to beware of the 'Resurgence of the Ten Ancestors'. This is the fundamental reason why Zui Yin only dares to accumulate power by swallowing half-saints in the ruins of God, and does not dare to enter the Holy God Continent."
"In short, don't let down your guard. Just know that they have many, many trump cards, which are very, very strong."
Everyone nodded.
He knows this.
He doesn't have many trump cards and is not strong. He is as crazy as the Eight Masters and as strong as the Holy Slave. He will not be suppressed for so long.
Gods and ghosts are unpredictable in the sky, let alone dormant in the Holy Mountain for more than thirty years. Only now have they dared to go south and take advantage of the chaos to raise a Tianji Divine Sect.
Even if only half of the ten lords united, they could have overthrown the rule of the five holy emperor families - but this has not happened so far, which shows something.
This time I returned to the Holy Spirit Continent. Because I have experienced the evil spirit, I have been secretly guarding against these things.
And I don’t think that the Holy Emperors from the five great Holy Emperor families in the Holy Holy Continent, even if there are low-level Holy Emperors among them, will be weaker than the evil spirits of the Relics of God.
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On the contrary, or even more, it is possible!
This can be seen early in the Tianxuan Sect from the timid and rat-like behavior of the miscellaneous Holy Emperor Feng Yujin.
"The Tenth Ancestor Resurrected..."
Jin Ren murmured softly and looked at Old Man Sang uncertainly, wanting to know how well he had recovered.
The evil kind?
Or, full recovery?
I have to say, it’s simply unimaginable!
Mr. Sang shrugged: "The price must be high."
Therefore, the possibility of complete recovery cannot be ruled out... Although everyone was secretly stunned when they heard such a tactful answer, they said they understood it.
Someone who was able to write the "Guan Sword Code" thirty years ago, can the Five Holy Emperors really be able to suppress his talent?
The liger walks alone.
It must be a great "great terror" to force the Eight Lords, who are familiar with the inevitable loners, to want to establish the Holy Slaves. With the help of Burning Qin, Huacao Pavilion and other powers, they secretly unite with the other ten people and spend three days.
For more than ten years, you have been so shameless that you even wanted to snatch the famous sword from the hand of the little girl Su Qianqian. Do you want to go against the will and change your life?
"It's not like that yet."
Sang Lao smiled and felt that Xu Xiaoshou was a little unfounded.
After all, this is the most extreme and worst situation, and none of the Eight Masters ever encountered it back then.
"If you want to return to the Dead Sea, you only have one chance." Jinren returned to the topic.
"Um."
Mr. Sang understood very well.
When the person returns, Ai Cangsheng is absolutely well prepared and there is no way he will be allowed to return to the ruins of God through the way of guidance.
By then, if Xu Xiaoshou failed to rush to rescue in time, he would basically be useless.
"But I still want to go back!"
Sang Lao naturally knows how to play the easiest chess path, but it is obvious that his ambition is not that small:
"Holy slave, there will always be a decisive battle with Guizhe Holy Mountain."
"In the past, I would never have dreamed that Dao Qiongtian would one day leave the Holy Mountain."
"So, now this opportunity...is once in a lifetime!"
Sang Lao said for a while, stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, paced back and forth on the ruined battlefield of God's Relics, as if he had rehearsed the plan countless times in his mind for thirty years, and casually said the plan:
"If I return to the Dead Sea, the ladder to heaven will be broken, the Holy Emperor will emerge, the order of the five realms will collapse, and everyone will be in danger."
"When I return to the Dead Sea, ghosts and beasts will appear. Chaos will come. Shock will happen all over the world, and all parties will support me."
"When I return to the Dead Sea, the Eight Masters will arrive, the Void Island will descend, and the black and white veins will come out.
"When I return to the Dead Sea, the trees in the Holy Hall will rise, the beasts of the Holy Xuanmen will roar, and the saints of all races will spare no effort."
"I'm going to the Dead Sea..." Mr. Sang stopped and laughed out loud: "Actually, it's me who's going to the Dead Sea."
"This was the point at which Bazunzun and I broke up back then. He felt that there was no need to do this. He could just gradually break through it from the outside and enter the secret realm of the five holy emperors."
"I feel that if this is not the case, it is not enough to go against the will of heaven. It must be rooted internally, connected inside and outside, guided by the turbulence of the Dead Sea, and radiated to the situation of all races up and down the ladder."
so……
If someone in the Eighth Palace is hit by an arrow and enters the Dead Sea, is he following the trend?
Even if there is no Eighth Palace, there are still ways to enter the Dead Sea in the Ninth Palace and Tenth Palace?
so……
After returning to the Dead Sea from the Relics of God, Mr. Sang will still make trouble in the Dead Sea. How will he make trouble?
After going around in circles, I thought I had jumped out of Shengnu's plan. When I looked back, I was still in the planning of Bazunzhen and Old Man Sang?
"hiss!"
Everyone's pupils are shaken.
I never expected Mr. Sang to say this suddenly.
From his current perspective, how weak is Mr. Sang?
The semi-sage of profound meaning can be destroyed easily. Compared with the five great saint emperor families, he is as insignificant as an insect.
But a weak insect can make a cocoon and bind itself to the dead sea.
What I am thinking about now is to follow the trend of the relics of God turning into butterflies, flapping its wings, and setting off a storm in the Holy God Continent?
Jinren looked sharply at the water ghost.
However, he found that although the water ghost looked surprised, he clearly didn't look surprised, as if he had expected it.
No, you are making me, the new second-in-command of the Saint Slaves, look like an outsider!
Jinren quickly asked: "What do you want to do?"
Mr. Sang looked back with a smile: "We coincide with each other."
"... Shit! It's such a big thing, no matter how hard you talk about it, you have to tell me that I need to do something in it so that I can cooperate, right?" Jinren's eyes widened and he was at a loss as he hurriedly turned his will to deal with it.
thing.
Sang Lao smiled and said nothing, and sat down on the big rock.
He raised one leg, leaning on his elbow, crossed his fingers on his chest, and slightly outlined the corners of his mouth:
"unnecessary."
"Though things change, we never leave our roots."
From Tiansang Ling Palace to the Relics of the Gods...
From the sleeveless saint slave to burning the harp and boiling the crane...
Xu Xiaoshou has heard too many stories about Old Man Sang, from storyteller, from Bazun, from Aunt Xiang...
It was only today, until this moment, that he could really see in this slightly bald little old man some of the determination and madness of the former master of the dark intelligence world.
Sang Lao pointed to the gray sky of God’s Relic:
"Sui Yin is a variable, and you have ended the variable."
He pointed to the space mirror summoned by Jinren and pointed to the people rioting on the Holy Mountain above:
"The sky is a variable, and you have also changed the variable."
He pointed to the opposite side, to his beloved disciple, to Xu Xiaoshou:
"You are even more of a variable, a completely unpredictable and uncontrollable variable."
After a pause, Mr. Sang lowered his head, shook his head and smiled, his baldness reflected:
"But without a heart that is exposed to variables, Jinzhao's fire will not be randomly selected in the five realms for decades, let alone choose you by chance when I return to the Spiritual Palace."
"If you don't have the will to control variables, Jinzhao Tianfen is your final answer, and I won't go to see the Eight Masters again to ask for the other half's ten-segment sword finger because of you."
Sang Lao raised his head and looked at the gray sky.
After reshaping his body and losing the dark circles under his eyes, his eyes actually did not look as deep as before.
But the depth of the dark circles under his eyes was fake. The depth in his eyes at this moment could hold the vastness of the galaxy:
"The layout of Void Island has been laid out for a hundred years, and the general trend has been like this..."
"If you are not in the White Cave, I will go there myself..."
"There is a water ghost plotting in Guyin Cliff, and the Four Divine Pillars are waiting for you..."
"There are still candidates in the Four Elephants Secret Realm. You are stronger than the Tears and Shuangxing..."
Mr. Sang mentioned a lot of variables, but all of them, even if something unexpected happens, can still be controlled.
——In fact, if the variables do not cause accidents, they are not called variables!
And reaching this point, this game is still under control. It is obvious that with Sang Lao's gaze, Xu Xiaoshou realized...
He has to leave it to himself.
"You spent one night as a disciple in Tiansang Ling Palace, and I told you about the Goose Lake and the Cage." Mr. Sang recalled with his eyes.
"The layers of cages, nested together, are the five regions of the mainland that I want to tell you, the Holy Emperor of the Ladder to Heaven."
"At that time, you threw rocks into the lake, which was shocking. I took it as a joke, but put it into a beautiful vision. I hope it can be like this."
Mr. Sang smiled as he spoke, touched his beard that had not yet grown, and said mockingly:
"I actually have a dream come true one day?"
He is obviously very satisfied with this apprentice.
Even before, during, and after I became a disciple, there were actually many things that were not satisfactory.
But there is no absolute perfection in life. As it has developed to this day, Mr. Sang is very satisfied.
"Now that everything is ready, not even the sky can plot against you, so why should I feel uneasy about you?"
Sang Lao looked back at the spatial mirror again and looked at Guizhe Holy Mountain:
"Whatever you want to do, just do it."
"If you don't worry, I won't tell you this today."
"When the time is right..."
Sang Lao stood up from the big stone and clenched his fist, but did not open his sleeveless and red-scorched hands to show his strength.
He also wanted to enjoy the beautiful body created by his beloved disciple.
"When the time is right, I will return to the Dead Sea and enter the game with my own body."
"All changes are like water flowing eastward, just let it take its course."
"I'll leave the rest to you."
After hearing this, Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, with mixed feelings in his heart and a lot to say.
He originally thought that he would be invincible if he didn't fight and just loved the common people.
You can also increase your passive value wildly, use skills slowly and recklessly, and grow stronger little by little.
I never imagined that the trend would be unstoppable!
The direction I am walking is still the direction that the Holy Slave is following - the stone broke the sky in the lake, but it is still in the lake!
Mr. Sang, he wants to do something even more raunchy in the middle...
Are you too hot to move?
You're just a half-saint with profound secrets!
Do you really think you are a seasoned slut?
But without opening his mouth to dissuade Xu Xiaoshou, Xu Xiaoshou thought of the phrase "once in a lifetime" - it is true that if you don't show off at this time, what if the old slut really intervenes and stands on the holy mountain's side...
Seeing that Xu Xiaoshou's face was ashen and uncertain, Mr. Sang smiled and waved his hand:
"There's no need to be anxious, and there's no need to be in such a hurry."
"I'm still here, the initiative is ours."
He pointed back to the holy mountain in the spatial mirror, raised his eyebrows, and said: