"What is it?"
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes became hot.
Who doesn't want to be a child, reaching out for gifts every day when there is nothing to do?
Along the way, it would be a lie to say that I don’t envy other peers.
Xu Xiaoshou had beaten many people.
Every time those guys come up with some background, trump cards, and trump cards.
What Xu Xiaoshou can do is hide a "passive punch" that needs to be accumulated for a long time, just in case of emergency.
Obviously, there is an old man Sang behind him, a Taixu who can defeat most of the world.
Obviously, behind Mr. Sang is the Half-Saint Jinzhao of the Holy Palace, Long Rongzhi.
Thinking about it this way, Xu Xiaoshou's identity as a descendant of Taixu or even a descendant of Semi-Saint could be true.
But what the reality showed was that Xu Xiaoshou could not say anything and could not do anything.
These layers of background cannot be brought to the table.
He couldn't, like others, say after encountering a strong enemy: "You dare to beat me? There is someone behind me!"
Then the enemy retreated...
impossible.
Can't do it!
Even the identity of the Semi-Saint Successor on the First Floor of Heaven was made up by Xu Xiaoshou himself.
The fox fakes the power of the fox.
None of these will work when you really encounter a strong enemy.
but!
Now that Mr. Sang had three pill bottles in front of him, Xu Xiaoshou could feel that the energy inside was very majestic, even terrifying.
This is the real trump card!
Xu Xiaoshou understood that this time, Mr. Sang could not prepare three more bottles of Yuanting Pill for him without any reason.
Because the Taixu world built by the other party is for his apprentice to use it to defeat the enemy after encountering Taixu or even a semi-saint.
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou looked at Mr. Sang expectantly.
Mr. Sang smiled, no longer being pretentious, but pointed to the first pill bottle and said, "This is a virtual image."
Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Virtual image?"
"right."
Mr. Sang nodded and continued: "The process of making a virtual image is very difficult, and it even takes several years of Taixu's efforts. Generally, even those from the Taixu family who are not the most valued disciples will not receive gifts from their elders."
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was sure that the virtual image mentioned by Mr. Sang was the virtual image he had seen before.
During that time in Tiansang City, Zhang Taiying's virtual image of the Emperor left a deep impression on him.
At that time, the other party couldn't even move.
But relying solely on the protective power of the virtual image, Xu Xiaoshou and Xing Gugu, one of them became a violent giant and the other transformed into a ghost beast.
But in the end, even though he was almost exhausted, he couldn't break through its defense at all!
Until Ah Jie's kick ended everything...
But that was the only remaining virtual image protection power that Zhang Taiying could not control.
If the opponent can exert the attack power of the virtual image.
Xu Xiaoshou believed that even if A Jie was included in that battle, he might not be able to defeat Zhang Taiying.
"Do you have a name?" Xu Xiaoshou came back to his senses and asked.
He remembered that all virtual images had names, such as Zhang Taiying's "Virtual Image of Emperor Ji", which sounded very domineering.
A shout before the battle.
The enemy's momentum will be weakened by three points.
But Mr. Sang shook his head: "I have never made a virtual image for anyone in my life. This is the first one, and I haven't given a name yet."
Xu Xiaoshou said: "Then you can take one. I have decided to accept this gift."
Mr. Sang's eyelids twitched when he heard this.
This tone seemed to be a gift from the other party.
But I didn’t care.
After thinking about it, Mr. Sang pondered for a moment and said, "Then let's call it the 'Black Flame God'!"
"Black?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little puzzled.
Jinzhao's lineage is all white flames, how can it be called "black".
But then I thought about it, and it seemed that Sang Lao's famous stunt was not Bai Yan, but his own "sleeveless red-scorched hands".
Xu Xiaoshou had seen those charred hands before in the Eighth Palace.
Absolutely hot!
Even the way of heaven can be scorched, and it is simply invincible.
Now he understood why Mr. Sang chose the name "Black Flame God".
Grabbing the elixir bottle, Xu Xiaoshou looked at the second one: "Where's this?"
Sang Lao shook his head when he saw his disciple's eagerness, but without saying anything else, he pointed at the second single bottle on the ground and said, "This is the holy statue."
"Huh?" Xu Xiaoshou's heart stopped beating immediately, his eyes full of shock, "Holy? Did you make a mistake?"
The sense of oppression caused by the holy statue of Tianqi Lin Jiangxian is still vivid in my mind.
If it weren't for the two kings of hell, they would have been prepared a long time ago, or even prepared a lot.
Even in front of the holy statue, the only thing those two great slashers could do was to kneel down and meditate.
Mr. Sang, there are also holy images?
Seemingly sensing Xu Xiaoshou's doubts, Sang Lao smiled: "This is the holy statue left by your master. However, I have already broken with him and do not want to use it, so I leave it to you."
"Are you crazy?!"
After Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, the first thing he thought of was not himself, but the arrow in the Eighth Palace that came from Ai Cangsheng.
If at that time, Sang Lao opened the holy statue, would it be possible to resist the arrow from the evil bow of loving the common people?
No!
Not possible!
It should be completely possible...
"Snapped."
However, Mr. Sang suddenly leaned forward and gave Xu Xiaoshou another violent shudder: "Why are you talking!"
Xu Xiaoshou looked at him with a half-sad, half-questioning look.
He just let out a long sigh and said sadly: "Xu Xiaoshou, you are indeed very smart, but some things are not as simple as you think."
"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou was confused.
Sang Lao pointed to the top of his head, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and said:
"I should have told you that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there is a sky beyond the sky."
"Some things, you think they have three levels of meaning, but in fact they have five levels of meaning."
"Even with your current qualifications and abilities, even if you can see the third floor, I can tell you that those three floors are just what others want you to see."
"What you can see of your ability will always be only the tip of the iceberg of this world."
Xu Xiaoshou fell into deep thought.
What does it mean?
If there is a holy icon, don't use it, then choose to hit the arrow...
Could it be that this could be Mr. Sang’s plan?
Is Mr. Sang trying to get into the prison of the Holy Temple?
Xu Xiaoshou was startled by this idea and immediately denied it.
impossible!
Because if Mr. Sang had wanted to, he could have walked down the stairs and been imprisoned when Gou Wuyue was out in those years.
Why wait for the arrow of love for the common people?
Moreover, what is the purpose of going to jail?
Those big executions in Tushen Temple?
Old Sang turned out to be...
"Snapped!"
While he was thinking, Mr. Sang slapped Xu Xiaoshou awake again, and cursed angrily:
"Don't think about it, as I said before, before you have absolute strength, be serious and make a good chess piece!"
"There are many smart people in this world. One Dao Qingtian is enough for you to drink more than one pot."
"Do you really think that your current ability can compare with the figures of the previous era?"
Xu Xiaoshou shook his head when he heard this: "I'm not so conceited..."
Mr. Sang immediately interrupted: "But what I am facing now, and what you will face in the future, are far more than just a sky!"
This time Xu Xiaoshou suddenly raised his eyes, enlightened.
yes!
I am indeed just a junior, so I don’t need to think so much.
But what Sang Lao and Ba Zun are fighting against is the pinnacle of this world.
If a person like this, friend or foe, can really think of the layout for a junior like me, can he still be called a powerful person?
"Xu Xiaoshou."
Mr. Sang suddenly lowered his voice: "Remember, you can set your sights on your peers for now, but if you want to surpass them or even catch up with people of the previous era, you must not only have your eyes on your peers. Even, it can’t just be the previous generation!”
Xu Xiaoshou was silent upon hearing this.
He recognized Sang Lao's voiceover.
What a terrible reality is this?
He, Xu Xiaoshou, was born an era later, but he has to chase the previous era.
But at the same time, people in the previous era will not be able to stay where they are, but will only be chasing the previous era.
Everyone seems to be "blindly" rushing towards a "goal".
It clearly seems to have a goal.
But I can't see where the target is.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that this one was "blind" and he described it correctly.
As for "goals"...
Or it can't be said to be a "goal", it should be said to be an "answer".
That "answer" hidden in the deepest part of the continent that everyone is chasing but cannot give.
Xu Xiaoshou once asked.
Most people can't give it.
Even Mr. Sang never said it openly.
But the Eight Masters had given him a chance.
That "answer" is called "freedom".
Whether it is the absolute control of the Holy Temple, the "cage theory" mentioned by Sang Lao, or the "people outside the sky" that Xu Xiaoshou vividly described to Xu Xiaoshou in the White Cave...
Everything can be attributed to "for freedom".
However, the "freedom" that the Holy Temple wants to give to the mainland seems completely different from the "freedom" that Sang Lao and Bazun understand.
"A very serious mainland-level involution..."
Xu Xiaoshou thought about it and gave such a summary, sighing speechlessly.
At this time, Sang Lao's figure disappeared and the world disappeared, as if everything was about to disappear.
Xu Xiao was shocked and came to his senses: "What? The time is coming? Are you going to die again?"
"Snapped."
Mr. Sang suddenly slapped him down angrily, "You talk a lot of bullshit!"
This time, he didn’t stop talking nonsense, but got back to the topic, pointed at the second pill bottle, and said:
"This holy statue is called 'Nine Dragons Burning Ancestor'. If you summon it with your current cultivation level, you will actually kill one thousand enemies and damage yourself eight hundred, so..."
Sang Lao spoke faster and pointed to the third elixir bottle, "This is a bottle of holy blood, which also comes from your ancestor. Before summoning the holy image, take a drop of it to save your life."
Xu Xiaoshou was greatly shocked and asked in a horrified voice: "A bottle of holy blood?"
If he remembers correctly.
The unit of measurement for holy blood seems to be...drops?
"Um."
Mr. Sang nodded: "A whole bottle of holy blood, full! I told you that I broke up with your master a long time ago, so I don't use his things. But after all, it is your master's blood. It is hard-won. You want it." Use it with caution, it’s gone after you use it.”
"How many drops are there in one bottle?" Xu Xiaoshou swallowed.
"A dozen or so drops, I don't know, who would count this if they have nothing to do?"
"That's enough for you anyway!"
Mr. Sang rolled his sleeves, paused, and added: "Oh, by the way, this is your master's special holy blood. Don't forget that he is also a good alchemist, so this holy blood does not have the overbearing side effects of other holy bloods. , even when you are on the verge of death, you can swallow it and eat it as a healing medicine similar to 'God's Blessing'."
"Gulu~"
Xu Xiaoshou was really frightened.
This, this, this...
The urinary nature of the calf protector of Jinzhao's lineage once again refreshed his understanding.
After grabbing the last two pill bottles, Xu Xiaoshou asked curiously: "Master treats you so well, why do you want to break up with him?"
"Snapped."
Mr. Sang slapped her again, and then touched his hand with lingering thoughts. It seemed that he would no longer be able to take the picture soon, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."
"Oh."
Xu Xiaoshou touched his head. In fact, based on his reaction, Sang Lao's little phantom could not capture him at all.
But he also surprisingly didn't want to hide, and his inner thoughts actually coincided with Sang Lao's.
After these few blows, I guess it will be difficult to get beaten again in the future.
"Is there anything else you want to entrust?" After thinking about it, Xu Xiaoshou asked, "You can also write a will or something like that. If you still have any unfulfilled wishes..."
"Snapped."
Mr. Sang slapped him again.
Xu Xiaoshou held his head and smiled.
After taking the photo, Mr. Sang was actually happy and laughed when he saw his apprentice smiling like this.
The two masters and apprentices looked at each other and laughed in this illusionary world where no time passed. The scene was not too weird.
Smiling and laughing, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly stopped talking, his nose became sore, and he couldn't laugh anymore.
Because at this time, Mr. Sang really looked like he was in his twilight years.
His figure began to become illusory and shaky.
Even this world of Taixu has begun to have void cracks and is gradually falling apart.
"hey-hey……"
Xu Xiaoshou laughed twice more.
He obviously had a lot to say, but at this time he didn't know where to start.
"hey-hey……"
Mr. Sang was also smiling mischievously. This scene suddenly reminded him of the embarrassment of having fire injected into his nostrils when he was teaching Xu Xiaoshou alchemy in Lingzang Pavilion.
He didn't smile either.
After talking about the business, the two of them faced each other without saying a word. They both wanted to say something but stopped.
This was Xu Xiaoshou’s first apprenticeship.
He had no relatives before, so he didn't know how to start another topic besides talking about business when he saw his relatives again after not seeing each other for a long time.
For example, how was your life in prison, did the people in the Holy Temple mistreat you, how was the food, etc...
This was not the first time that Mr. Sang accepted a disciple, but Xu Xiaoshou was the only one who survived.
He also didn't know how to talk about something he really wanted to talk about with his apprentice in this last meeting besides teaching alchemy and fighting.
For example, you haven't told me the story of the White Cave yet. You should be in Dongtianwang City now. What's the specific situation? Outside the Spiritual Palace, have you found your little girlfriend?
With a bang, the world suddenly shattered.
At this time, Sang Lao and Xu Xiaoshou seemed to think of something at the same time, and they said in unison:
"By the way, your junior sister..."
"Yes, Mu Zixi..."
The two spoke at the same time, stopped at the same time, and then looked at each other and smiled.
Smile.
To laugh out loud.
When the figure disappeared, Old Sang waved his hand, as if he had given up all his wishes, and said indifferently:
"Xu Xiaoshou, take good care of your junior sister. These three things are for you to protect your junior sister."
"Then, remember the last words I told you in the Eighth Palace."
"If I die, you don't need to fear anyone in the world on this continent!"
"If something goes wrong, ask Long Rongzhi to help you solve it!"
"besides……"
Even though his lower body was gone, this old man was speaking faster and faster. It seemed that it was only at this moment that he started to speak:
"And don't blindly worship the Eight Masters. The only person you can trust in this world is yourself."
"Don't give up on alchemy. Swordsmanship is rubbish. Don't believe his lies."
"Jizhao Tianfen practices well, it can become a saint!"
"And, and..."
As the time came to an end, Mr. Sang suddenly became more anxious.
"Damn old man!"
At this time, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly interrupted.
His nose was sore, his eyes were reddish and misty. He didn't expect that even at the last moment, he was still a little moved by the old man's mouth.
Then he pulled out Zangku and declared his will with this sword.
A surging white flame erupted all over his body, just like the reincarnation of Sang Lao's Flame God.
The white inflammation spread along his right arm to Zangku, and then Xu Xiaoshou pointed his black sword at the sky, roaring hissingly at the old man who only had an illusory head image left:
"Damn old man, wait for me!"
"When I ascend the throne, I will dare to carry my sword and go to the Holy Mountain to save you from the sea of misery, overturn that broken chess game, and teach that damned person to love the common people and start a new life!"
With a bang, the Taixu world shattered.
The figure of Old Man Sang completely disappeared.
But Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see the shadow of Sang Lao who was forced to speak from the end but held back because of his own words. He condensed a thousand words into the last word and nodded with a smile.
"good."
