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Chapter 1655: Burning the piano to make a cocoon is not self-binding, the butterfly flutters its wings and moves the rivers and mountains(1/3)

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!"
To be continued...
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