Chapter 738: It’s a book!
The white lord's four palms were shot, and the speed of Wanshushan's fall suddenly slowed down. In this way, it can be made as ‘lightweight’ as possible, without causing too much vibration. It is the kind of visor that the ant is out of the palm and shoots the adult fat man.
Under the control of the predecessors of the 'Jiuzhou No.1 Group', the position where Wanshushan fell when it fell was exactly where it was before.
Wan Shushan: "..." Mom, this group of people is terrible, I want to go home.
No, his mountain will be inserted into the ground, the mountain... will be broken!
Wanshushan, the pressure is great!
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Song Shuhang was embarrassed and scratched his face. He always felt sorry for this 'Wan Shushan' - because it was his quick mouth, which caused the interest of the predecessors of the 'Jiuzhou No.1 Group', which caused Wanshushan to be played now. broken.
Wan Shushan has no face, but Song Shuhang can understand its aggressive mood at this time. I hope it will not leave a psychological shadow.
Seeing that 'Wan Shushan' is about to hit the ground, Song Shuhang slightly paced the horse, ready to meet the impact of coming.
"I have to bump, don't! My arm, hurry up and grow up for me!" Wan Shushan shouted. However, its tiny arm has broken down, and there is no meaning to re-grow in a short time - it may be its arm, need to be repaired?
"Ah, ah." Wan Shushan screamed in horror.
It may be that its panic is too strong... Then, it made an action that made all members of the 'Jiuzhou No. 1 group' stunned.
It was originally short and thick, and suddenly it quickly extended. Subsequently, its two legs were like the soft body of the ‘ gymnast’, and the legs bent on the ground.
If you switch to a human beauty, this position should be considered as a bow down. But Wanshushan does not have a waist. At this time, the state is that the two legs are bent and supported, and the huge mountain is suspended.
God knows how its legs after stretching, how can it support its heavy mountain?
Um... The current Wanshushan is counted upside down.
This pose is too beautiful, Song Shuhang can not bear to look straight.
White Zun admired: "Oh, oh, great."
"I can't hold it, I can't hold it anymore. Let me turn it back." Wan Shushan hurried.
The white lord shook his head: "But the holy pool has not yet come out."
"Hell the holy pool, there is never such a thing in my memory. I used to stand up hundreds of times before, and I have not seen this thing. Pull me up, I will not."
"Let's hold on for a while, don't give up." Bai Zun encouraged.
"Keep a ghost, I want to cry." Wan Shushan's thighs have begun to tremble.
The eyes of the phoenix son are bright: "Cry out? Yes, will the holy pool be formed by the tears that Wanshushan can't hold?"
Wanshushan is so huge, if it cries out tears, can it form a small lake in a while?
"Don't be kidding, I don't have any tears at all. I mean it, describe you do not understand? Have you seen the ‘mountain’ will cry?” Wan Shushan called.
The white lord was somewhat disappointed: "There is no tears... and there is no movement in the holy pool. The inverted Wanshushan cannot bring out the holy pool."
Fengfeng Gongzi thought for a moment: "Maybe, is it necessary to carry out the inverted position in the right place, so that the "St. Pool" can be displayed?"
Many agencies have such restrictions. To open at the right time, in the right place, in the right way.
"But where is the right place." The White Supper yawned and he was a little sleepy.
"Or, let it go?" Song Shuhang came out, his eyes have been watching the sky. At this time, there is a figure that is approaching.
It was a constant fire, and he finally arrived. I don’t know if Zhenjun’s arrival, seeing his own ‘Wanshushan’, just like a gymnast, is performing a lower waist Jiu Jitsu. What do you think?
"Don't worry, wait a little longer, I am really interested in St. Pool." White Zun returned.
Song Shuhang reminded: "But the fire has been the predecessor."
"It's okay, anyway, he has seen it, it doesn't matter." The white lord is lazy.
During the speech, Hengzhen Zhenjun has landed in front of books and other people. His eyes looked at Wan Shushan and smiled bitterly: "What the **** is going on?"
Doesn't it mean that Wan Shushan gave birth to a handstand after giving birth, and then failed? Now how do you start performing soft body again?
The white lord blinked and just wanted to answer... At this time, the change occurred.
Wan Shushan, cracked!
Wanshushan, which is more than 600 meters high, splits from the middle, revealing two pages of huge pages...
This is Wan Shushan?
Wan Shushan, is really a book... book?
Song Shuhang was stunned.
"Wait, what's the matter?" The most surprising thing is Wanshushan itself: "Why did I split open? What happened in my stomach? Is it still shining? Will I die?" ”
When the white lord saw this place, finally his eyes lit up - will the holy pool still appear?
What kind of treasures will there be?
But suddenly, the white lord remembered one more thing.
Even if there is a treasure in the holy pool, the white lord looks at the constant fire. The host family is here, and even if you get any treasures, you have to give it to the host.
Thinking of this, the white sages suddenly became greatly reduced.
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At this time, Wanshushan was completely opened, revealing the text on it. Huge incomparable text, full of pages.
This kind of text, Song Shuhang, is familiar with the ancient scriptures used by Confucianism. The "Sage Supreme Fu" in the infinite refill is written in this kind of text.
Although Song Shuhang has learned to singularly write "Sage's self-cultivation", he still cannot recognize these ancient scriptures.
"Constant fire predecessors, what is written on it?" Song Shuhang curiously asked.
After watching the moment, Hengzhen Zhenjun said: "This, it should be "Sage of the Holy Spirit."
"Sage cultivating Fu?" Song Shuhang's mouth is pumping.
As soon as you hear the name, you know that the content on these two pages is continuous with the previous "Sage Supreme Fu".
But... What does this thing have to do with the ‘Silence Pool?’
It’s hard to get into, and it’s going to enter a model like ‘infinite re-examination’. I’ve been asked to singularly write “Sage Supreme Fu” to be a holy pool.
As soon as I thought of infinite retakes, Shuhang felt that there was a chill from the top of the head to the bottom of the foot.
His subconscious eyes widened, and with the powerful memory of the monk, forcibly remembered this "Sage of the Sage".
Write it down first, and maybe you can use it later.