Chapter 2000 Senior, You Have Changed

Song Shuhang himself did not notice that the roots of the lotus projection had quietly taken root in the urns of the Confucian saints.

Once he returned to this world, he had a lot of things to deal with in a hurry.

Golden Master's free return to the city service was excellent, Song Shuhang's consciousness accurately returned to the earth's position in this world. At the same time, the core world reconnects with him.

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

I, Song Mou, are back again and again!

I don't know if the formation of Fat Ball's blood sacrifice has ended in the core world?

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

The 'illusion of false reality' has not dissipated.

Su Clan's Sixteen floated outside the illusion, Sister Bai Long rolled her body, and the little assistant at the core floated beside her.

Senior Turtle and Lady Onion are also on the side.

In other words, the time spent in the urns of the Confucian saints this time should not be too long, no more than a day at most. After all, with his current physical state, if he maintains a 'pseudo-real illusion', he cannot last that long.

In addition to Sixteen and Senior Turtle, there was a 'big guy who can sell anything' standing next to Sixteen.

At this moment, the big guy who can sell everything frowned and didn't make a move.

Song Shuhang's consciousness 'looked' at Sixteen's little hand.

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

It turns out that it is no wonder that the big guy who can sell everything will appear here. And the big guy who can sell everything can enter the core world, it should be the 'core assistant' who opened a temporary channel for him.

"I'll pay you two insurance coupons." The big guy who can sell anything is heartbroken.

Su Clan's Sixteen gently shook his head.

The big guy who can sell anything looks up at the sky.

"Four, at least four!" Song Shuhang's consciousness hurriedly spread his thoughts.

Unfortunately, his current state is very strange, and even the core assistants cannot detect him. No one can 'hear' the 'ideas' he sends out.

Song Shuhang's consciousness was congested for a while.

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

Let’s go back and find the ‘big guy who can sell anything’ for compensation.

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in real fantasy.

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

This is good news.

Song Shuhang's consciousness 'looked' at his body again.

"My head!" His heart surged with great sadness.

His head was in a state of withering at this time, like a person who was dried in the sun, and was old and miserable.

There is also his wooden body, which is also withered and out of shape.

Song Shuhang's consciousness returned to his body.

An overwhelming feeling of thirst came up. He wants to drink something, whatever.

"Recovered?" Xiaobai said.

"Water, water." Song Shuhang trembled.

"This is the desert." Xiaobai said slowly.

[Unexpectedly, you can save your life under the blood sacrifice, you are more tenacious than I thought. 】The voice of Jiuyou Fat Ball Lord came.

The fat ball boss hasn't left yet!

[But death is only a matter of time. 】The voice of the fat ball boss slowly disappeared: 【The formation of the blood sacrifice is digested, but the sequelae of the blood sacrifice will not stop. 】

There was neither sorrow nor joy in the voice of the fat ball boss.

His attention was diverted from Song Shuhang, and then... to a more important place.

The results of the blood sacrifice have come out.

The fatball juggernaut has got the message it wants.

The 'channel' with the thickness of the hair completely disappeared.

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

"Ah ah ah ah~" The wooden body screamed in the belly button, and the wooden body was most afraid of flame damage.

With the help of the last bit of feedback from the power of the blood sacrifice, as well as the information lock, the fat ball boss forced his consciousness into a mysterious space.

Wherever the ashes of the saint go with the 'immortal bone',

There is nowhere to hide when it is already prepared!

Even if it is not in the space of 'the world of the world' and the 'world of the nine secluded world', it can't stop it.

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Heavenly Dao enthroned 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 that this bone is getting hairy?"

While speaking, suddenly there was a group of foreign consciousness, forcibly broke into this space, broke into the edge of the saint's urn, and locked the immortal bone in it.

"[Sneering] You can't escape, saint. No matter how perfect your calculations are before you die, the plan is dead, and if you can't change it, it won't work." This group of alien consciousness can actually make a sound - just relying on this One can know that it is much more advanced than Song Shuhang.

"Knock you! Scared me to death." The golden master waved his hand violently and slapped the alien consciousness.

Conditioned reflex.

This is completely a conditioned reflex, no matter who it is, there is a mass of things suddenly appearing around him, and he is talking about the lines of the tall, and the instinct to slap it is a normal operation.

pop~

The group of alien consciousness was slapped away by a palm.

At the same time, in the urn of the saint, the 'hairs' on the bones sprang out, stuck on the scattered consciousness, and dragged them into the urn.

On the saint's urn, several formations brightened, and the box was quickly closed.

At the same time, there are several large locks on the box, which completely seal the box.

On the big locks in that row, the formations that shielded the breath and concealed the secrets were running one after another. These formations spewed out a layer of faint mist, covering the urn.

After everything was completed, the saint's urn changed its orbit, started a new journey, and moved to other areas of the 'Heavenly Enthroned Space'. This way, no one can lock it anymore.

"My God, it's really tall." The golden master was stunned.

The sage is too rich in protection for this bone.

After watching the urn go away, the golden master touched his bald head: "It seems that in a short time, I am afraid that I will not be able to see the urn of the sage."

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

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Core small world.

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

People dry Song Shuhang, appearing in front of everyone.

"Shuhang!" Su Clan's Sixteen quickly stepped forward and supported him.

Song Shuhang opened his mouth, but his mouth was too dry to make a sound.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly and raised four fingers at the 'big guy who can sell anything'.

Anything can be sold big guy: "???"

Oh, right. Tyrant Song wants to get back the fragment of the 'Ancient Heavenly Court', the fragment of the 'Oriental Spring Pavilion' that he recaptured from the Emperor of Heaven.

"Four." The core assistant said: "Master Tyrannical Song means that at least four guarantee coupons will be compensated."

Anything can be sold big guy: "..."

"Drink some water." Su Clan's Sixteen 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 on his 'wooden body'.

The dry body slowly began to recover.

In his head, a 'vitality' that was completely different from the cultivators below the ninth grade began to pour out, moisturizing his head, and by the way, moisturizing the wooden body.

It is the life of robbery.

Song Shuhang's real body has survived the first and second tribulations of the 'Nine-Rank Heavenly Tribulation', and the vitality of the robbery was born in his body.

At present, his realm has not yet reached, and the vitality of the robbery cannot make him have the 'thousands of years of life'. However, Jie Immortal Vitality can make Song Shuhang have a stronger recovery ability and a more tenacious vitality.

After a few breaths, Song Shuhang's head and body recovered as before, and even a few leaves grew on the wooden body.

"Alive." Song Shuhang sighed comfortably.

"Do you want to drink some more water?" Su Clan's Sixteen took out another kettle.

"No, I feel that I am in a very good state now." Song Shuhang laughed. For the first time, I found that drinking water is such a happy thing.

Laughing and laughing... Suddenly, his body dries up quickly as if it had been drained of water.

He could feel the skin starting to wrap around the bones, his lips were chapped and his saliva stopped.

The wooden body is even worse, the body is cracked, and the leaves that have just grown out are instantly yellow and falling.

Song Shuhang: "???"

"Song~A'Ben~Curse~Sequelae~A'Dai~" Fairy Fortune reminded weakly.

It is the sequelae of the blood sacrifice of the fat ball boss.

"Damn." Song Shuhang said hoarsely.

Sister Bai Long stretched out her small paws and pressed him on him, and brushed him several times of healing, purifying curses, and expelling bad effects.

For a time, the light effect of the spell enveloped Song Shuhang.

After the spell, Song Shuhang quickly recovered as if he had just finished drinking water.

But same as before.

After a few breaths, his body and head withered again.

"This sequelae is so overbearing." Sister Bai Long retracted her little paw.

Song Shuhang said through a voice transmission: "Can I save it again?"

"If it was me in the heyday, there should be a way." Sister Bailong said.

Senior Turtle reminded: "Anything can be sold to Daoist friends, there should be useful props."

"Charge." The big guy who can sell anything smiled slightly: "I have good props here. In terms of price, I promise not to increase the price."

Senior, you have changed, you used to give me discounts.

"It's impossible to get a discount. If you don't increase the price, it depends on your potential to have high-quality customers. Originally, I wanted to blacklist you." The big guy who can sell anything said that he will get back the 'Eastern' from Tiandi. The Spring Pavilion' fragment, handed over to Song Shuhang.

In this way, the Heavenly Court fragments of the Sifang Great Emperor are in Song Shuhang's hands.

The complete 'East Hall' of the Great Northern Emperor.

The complete 'Nanqiu Temple' of the Southern Great Emperor.

Fragment of the "Summer Palace" of the Great Western Emperor.

As well as the fragment of the 'Oriental Spring Pavilion' of the current Eastern Great Emperor.

There is a sense of satisfaction in the success of "collecting cards".

"Do you want to buy it?" The big guy who can sell everything asked with a smile.

Song Shuhang waved his hand tremblingly - no money.

At the same time, he tried to contact Senior White: [Senior White, Senior White. 】

The curse and sequelae of Jiuyou Lord, it is more appropriate to find Jiuyou Lord to solve it.

[Shuhang, open the core world. 】 Senior White's familiar voice rang in Song Shuhang's ears.

Song Shuhang's thoughts moved, and the core world opened up.

swoosh~~

A 'disposable flying sword' stabbed in front of him, and Senior White pointed his toes on the hilt, making his appearance handsome.

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Chapter 2000, to be honest, I didn't expect to be with you for such a long time, this feeling is very good.

Because of this chapter K, the code time has been a little longer, so I sprinkle flowers to celebrate.

In addition, I wish the Taoist priests who have married and have children, Happy Father's Day~

Finally, whisper in everyone's ears: Dear, do you still have the monthly pass?