Song Shuhang himself did not notice the roots of the projection of the lotus, and had quietly taken root in the urn of the Confucian sage.

As soon as he returned to this world, he had many things he was anxious to deal with.

The Golden Master’s free return to the city is excellent, and Song Shuhang’s consciousness accurately returns to the current earth position. At the same time, the core world is reconnected with him.

Song Shuhang's consciousness returned to the core small world.

I, Mr. Song, are back again!

I don’t know if the formation of the Fat Ball Boss’ Blood Sacrifice in the core world has ended?

Song Shuhang's consciousness immediately returned to his head and the "pseudo-?real illusion" area.

‘Fake?Real illusion’ has not yet dissipated.

Su Shishiliu floated outside the illusion, Sister Bailong rolled her body, and the core assistant floated on the side.

Senior Turtle and Cong Niang were also on the side.

In other words, the time I spent in the urn of a Confucian sage this time should not be too long, at most it would not exceed one day. After all, if he maintains a "false? real illusion" with his current physical condition, he cannot persist for that long.

In addition to A Shiliu and Senior Turtle, there was also a "You can sell anything to the boss" standing next to A Shiliu.

At this time, the boss frowned and did not take action.

Song Shuhang's consciousness "looked" towards A Shiliu's little hand.

The "guarantee" that Song Shuhang gave her in her hand was activated.

So that's it. No wonder the big guys can sell anything and enter the core world. It should be the "core assistant" who has opened a temporary channel for him.

"I'll pay you two guaranteed bonds." The big guy said with a heartache.

Su Shishiliu shook his head gently.

Anything that can be sold is the big guy looking up at the sky.

"At least four copies will be compensated!" Song Shuhang's consciousness hurriedly spread his thoughts.

Unfortunately, his current state is very strange, and even the core assistant cannot detect him. No one can "hear" the "thoughts" he issued.

Song Shuhang's consciousness was heartbroken.

Then he adjusted his posture and crashed into the 'pseudo-?real illusion'.

Let’s look for compensation for “any big shot can be sold to anyone”.

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...

In the real illusion.

The formation dominated by Jiuyou Fat Ball has been exhausted. The "channel" established by the Fat Ball boss has been reduced to only the size of a hair.

This is good news.

Song Shuhang's consciousness "looks" at his body again.

"My head!" He felt great sadness surged in his heart.

His head was in a withered state at this time, like a person who was dried up, and he was in a tragedy.

And his wooden body is also in distorted.

Song Shuhang's consciousness was re-entered.

A feeling of incomparable thirst surged up. He wanted to drink something, no matter what.

"Recovered?" Xiaobai said.

"Water, water." Song Shuhang trembled.

"This is the desert." Xiaobai said slowly.

[I didn't expect that you could still save your life under the blood sacrifice, and you were even more tenacious than I thought.] The voice of the master of Jiuyou Fat Ball came.

The fat ball guy hasn't left yet!

[However, death is only a matter of time.] The Fat Ball boss's voice slowly disappeared: [The formation of the Blood Sacrifice is digested, but the sequelae of the Blood Sacrifice will not stop.]

There is no sadness or joy in the voice of the fat ball boss.

His attention was shifted from Song Shuhang, and then...towarded a more important place.

The result of the blood sacrifice has come out.

The Fat Ball Lord has already got the information he wants.

The "channel" of hair thickness completely disappeared.

The "blood ropes" wrapped around Song Shuhang's body burned in one breath.

"Ahhhhhh~" Wooden body screamed in her belly button. What it feared most was fire damage.

With the help of the last feedback from the power of the blood sacrifice and the locking of information, the fat ball boss forcibly invested his consciousness into a mysterious space.

No matter where the saint's ashes should be taken with the "Bone of Immortality", there is nowhere to hide without it being prepared!

Even if it is not in the space of the "Heaven and All Realms" and the "Nine Netherworlds", it cannot be stopped.

...

...

The Heavenly Dao ascends the throne space.

The golden master still held the saint's urn in his hand and was dragged to fly.

"Is it an illusion?" the golden master murmured: "Why do I feel like this bone has hair?"

While he was talking, a sudden alien consciousness broke into this space, broke into the urn of the saint, and locked in the immortal bones.

"[Sneer] Can't escape, saint. No matter how perfect your calculations before death are, the plan is dead and if it cannot be adapted, it will be ineffective." This group of external consciousness can actually make a sound - this alone can tell that it is much more advanced than Song Shuhang.

"Knock you! I'm scared to death." The golden master waved his hand suddenly and slapped his external consciousness.

Conditioned reflex.

This is completely conditioned reflex. No matter who it is, a ball of things suddenly pops up around him, and he is also talking high-end lines. It is normal to instinctively slap it with one palm.

Bang~

The external consciousness was slapped away by a palm.

At the same time, the "hair" on the bones rushed out in the sage's urn, piercing them on the consciousness that was being dispersed, and dragging them into the urn.

Several formations were brightened on the sage's urn and the box was quickly covered.

At the same time, several large locks were hung on the box, completely sealing the box.

There was also a shielding aura on the row of big locks, and the formations that concealed the secrets of heaven were successively operated. These formations spewed out a layer of faint mist, covering the urn.

After everything was finished, the saint's urn changed its tracks and started a new journey, moving to other areas of the "Heavenly Ascension Space". In this way, no one can lock it anymore.

"My God, it's so high." The Golden Master was stunned.

The saints have too rich protection measures for this bone.

After looking at the urns, the golden master touched his bald head: "It seems that in a short period of time, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the urn of the saint."

After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at his golden hands: "Hey, I'm back."

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The core small world.

Song Shuhang's "pseudo-real illusion" disappeared.

The man kid Song Shuhang appeared in front of everyone.

"Shuhang!" Su Shiliu hurried forward and supported him.

Song Shuhang opened his mouth, but his mouth was too dry and he couldn't make any sound.

He trembled and stretched out his hand, aiming at the 'You can sell anything' and raised four fingers.

You can sell anything: "???"

Oh, by the way. Ba Song wants to return to the fragments of the "Ancient Heavenly Court", the fragments of the "Dongfang Chun Pavilion" he recaptured from the Emperor of Heaven.

"Four cards." The core assistant spoke: "Mr. Ba Song means to compensate at least four cards of security."

You can sell anything: "..."

"Drink some water." Su Shiliu took out the kettle and fed Song Shuhang a few sips of spring water.

Song Shuhang breathed a sigh of relief and poured some water into his "wooden body".

The dry body slowly begins to recover.

In his head, a completely different "virility" from a practitioner below the ninth grade began to emerge, nourishing his head and moistening his wooden body.

It is the vitality of the Immortal.
To be continued...