MTL - Cultivation Chat Group-Chapter 2000 Seniors have changed

Song Shuhang himself did not realize that the roots of the lotus projection had been quietly rooted in the casket of the Confucian saint.

As soon as he returned to the world, he had a lot of things to deal with.

The Golden Master’s free return service is excellent, and Song Shuhang’s consciousness has returned to the current world. At the same time, the core world reconnects with him.

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

I, Song, come back again!

I don't know if the formation of the fat ball and the blood sacrifice in the core world is over yet?

Song Shuhang’s consciousness returned to his head and the “pseudo-real illusion” area for the first time.

The 'pseudo? real illusion' has not dissipated.

Su Shi’s A-16 floated outside the illusion, and White Dragon’s sister rolled her body, and the core little assistant floated on the side.

Turtle predecessors and lycops are also on one side.

In other words, the time spent in the casket of the Confucian saints should not be too long, at most not more than one day. After all, with his current physical state, maintaining the 'pseudo-real illusion' can't last for so long.

In addition to the sixteen and the tortoises of the tortoise, on the side of the sixteenth, there is still standing ‘what can sell big 佬’.

At this point, everything can be sold and frowned, and did not shoot.

Song Shuhang’s consciousness ‘wang’ to the hands of A-six.

The Song of the Song in her hand sent her ‘bonds’ and was activated.

It turns out that it is no wonder that anything that can be sold will appear here. And what can sell big 佬 can enter the core world, it should be ‘core little assistant’ to give him a temporary passage.

"I will lose you two bonds." Anything can be sold.

Su Shi A-six shook his head gently.

Anything can be sold and looked up.

"Four, at least four must be lost!" Song Shuhang's consciousness, rushed to spread his own ideas.

Unfortunately, his current state is very strange, even the core little assistant can not detect him. No one can 'hear' his ‘thoughts’.

Song Shuhang’s consciousness was a bit of a heart.

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

Go back and look for ‘what can sell big 佬’ compensation.

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Among the real illusions.

The array of the nine chubby fat **** has been exhausted. The 'channel' established by the fat ball is reduced to only the size of the hair.

This is good news.

Song Shuhang’s consciousness is ‘looking’ to his body.

"My head!" He was filled with great sadness in his heart.

His head is now withered, like a dried person, old and miserable.

And his wooden body, also withered, is not the same.

Song Shuhang’s consciousness was reinvested in the body.

A feeling of thirst is coming up. He wants to drink something, no matter what.

"Recovered?"

"Water, water." Song Shuhang trembled.

"This is the desert." Xiaobai slowly said.

[I didn't expect you to save your life under the blood sacrifice, you are more tenacious than I thought. 】 The voice of the nine chubby fat ball dominated.

The fat ball has not gone yet!

[But, death is only a matter of time. The sound of the fat ball screams slowly disappears: [The blood sacrifice method is digested, but the sequelae of the blood sacrifice will not stop. 】

In the voice of the fat ball, there is no sadness and no joy.

His attention shifted from Song Shuhang and then...to a more important place.

The result of the blood sacrifice has come out.

The fat ball master has got the information he wants.

The ‘channel’ of the hairline disappeared completely.

The ‘blood ropes’ entangled in Song Shuhang’s body burned in one breath.

"Ah, ah, ah~" The wooden body screams in the belly of the belly, the body of the wood, the most feared is the fire damage.

With the last feedback of the power of this blood sacrifice, and the information lock, the fat ball slammed his consciousness into a mysterious space.

No matter where the sage's ashes go with the 'immortal bone', there is nowhere to be seen when it is ready!

Even if it is not in the space of ‘the world’s heavens and the world’s nine worlds, it can’t stop it.

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Tiandao enthroned space.

The master of the golden hand still clutched the casket of the saint and was dragged to fly.

“Is it an illusion?” the golden master muttered. “How do I feel this bone is long?”

During the speech, suddenly there was a sense of alienation, forcibly breaking into this space, breaking into the casket of the saint, locking in the immortal bone.

"[Sneering] can't escape, saint. If you calculate before you die, even if it is perfect, but the plan is dead, if you can't change it, it will have no effect." This group of foreign consciousness can make a sound - just by this One can know that it is much higher than Song Shuhang.

"Knock on you! Scared me." The golden master waved his hand and slapped it in a foreign consciousness.

Conditioned reflex.

This is entirely a conditional reflex. No matter who it is, there is a sudden emergence of a group of things, and the lines on the tall, instinctively shot in the past is normal operation.

啪~

The foreign consciousness of the group was smashed by a palm.

At the same time, in the casket of the saints, the creaks of the 'hairs' on the bones were tied to the sense of being scattered, and they were dragged into the casket.

On the casket of the sage, several arrays were brightened and the box was quickly covered.

At the same time, there are several large locks hanging on the box, completely sealing the box.

In the row of the big locks, there is a pattern of shielding and concealing the heavens. These arrays spewed a faint mist of mist and covered the casket.

When everything was done, the casket of the saint changed its track and began a new journey, moving to other areas of the ‘天道登基空间’. This way, no one can lock it anymore.

"My God is really tall." The golden master was stunned.

The saint is too rich in this bone protection.

Looking at the casket away, the golden master touched his bald head: "It seems that in a short time, I am afraid I can't see the casket of the saint."

After all, he looked down again and looked at his golden hands: "Hey, I am back."

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The core small world.

Song Shuhang’s ‘pseudo? real illusion’ disappeared.

The man Song Songhang appeared in front of everyone.

"Book Air!" Su Shi A-six quickly came forward and held him.

Song Shuhang opened his mouth, but his mouth was too dry and he could not make a sound.

He shuddered and reached out and pointed at four things: ‘What can sell big 佬’.

Can sell anything big: "???"

Oh, right. The tyrannosaurus is going to return to the shard of the ancient heaven, the shard of the 'Oriental Spring Court' that he regained from the Emperor.

"Four." The core little assistant said: "The meaning of the tyrants is to pay at least four bonds."

Everything can sell big: "..."

"Drink some water." Su Shi A-16 took out the kettle and fed Song Shuhang a few mouthfuls of spring water.

Song Shuhang sighed and poured some water on his ‘wood body’.

The dry body slowly begins to recover.

In his head, there is a ‘live’ that is completely different from the nine cultivators, which moisturizes his head and moisturizes the wooden body.

It is a robbery.

The true body of Song Shuhang, who passed the first and second robbery of the ‘Nine-Tiantian robbing’, was born in the body.

At present, his realm has not arrived, and the hijacking of the life can not make him have a tens of years of life. However, the robbery of the life can make Song Shuhang have a stronger ability to recover, and the vitality is more tenacious.

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

"Live over." Song Shuhang sighed comfortably.

"Do you want to drink some more water?" Su Shi A XVI took out a kettle.

"No, I feel very good now." Song Shuhang haha ​​laughed. The first time I found out, drinking water is such a happy thing.

Laughing and laughing... Suddenly, his body dried up like a drain of water.

He can feel the skin begin to wrap around the bones, the lips are chapped, and the saliva can't be secreted.

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

Song Shuhang: "???"

"Song ~ A stupid ~ curse ~ aftereffects ~ dumb ~" made the fairy weak.

It is the sequela of the fat ball big blood sacrifice.

"Death." Song Shuhang hoarse.

Sister White Dragon stretched out his small paw and pressed it on him, giving him even a few healing spells, purifying cursed spells, and expelling bad effects.

For a time, the light effect of the spell will be shrouded in Song Shuhang.

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

But it is the same as before.

After a few breaths, his body's head was again withering.

"This sequela is very overbearing." White Dragon sister took back the small paws.

Song Shuhang said: "Can I still be rescued?"

"If it is me in the heyday, there should be a way." Bai Long sister said.

The turtle's predecessor reminded: "What can sell a Taoist friend, there should be props that can be used."

"Charge." Anything can be sold with a big smile: "I have good props, and in terms of price, I promise not to raise prices."

You changed your predecessors, and you have given me discounts before.

"Discounts are impossible to discount. If you don't raise prices, you will see the potential of your high-quality customers. I wanted to pull you blacklist." Anything can be sold, and the East will be retrieved from the Emperor. Chunge's shards were handed over to Song Shuhang.

As a result, the fragments of the Heavenly Emperor's heavenly courts were in the hands of Song Shuhang.

The complete ‘East Hall’ of the Northern Emperor.

The complete 'South Autumn Temple' of the Southern Emperor.

The shards of the 'Summer Palace' of the Western Emperor.

And now the Eastern Oriental Emperor’s ‘Oriental Spring Court’ fragment.

This has a sense of satisfaction with the success of the ‘set card’.

"Do you want to buy?" Anything can be sold and laughed and asked.

Song Shuhang shuddered and waved his hand - no money.

At the same time, he tried to contact the white predecessor two: [white predecessor, white predecessor. 】

The curse and sequelae of the nine secluded masters, it is quite appropriate to find the nine secluded masters.

[Book Air, open the core world. The familiar voice of the white predecessors sounded in the ears of Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang’s thoughts moved and the core world opened its mouth.

嗖~~

A ‘one-time flying sword’ was tied to him, and the white predecessors pointed to the hilt and made a handsome appearance.

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Chapter 2000, to tell the truth, I really didn't expect to be with you for the long time of chapter 2000. This feeling is very good.

Because this chapter is 3K, the time of the code is a little longer, and the flowers are celebrated.

In addition, I wish you the best of the family, the Happy Father's Day~

Finally, gently whisper in everyone's ear: Pro, is there a monthly pass?