Chapter 811: What is your mother's surname?

Chapter 811: What is your mother's surname?

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"I put you in the body of a big ginseng, the ginseng that has been dragged by me before." White Zun explained.

Lushan Road Demon Respect: "..." Lying, is that poor ginseng? And he was actually stuffed into the body of ginseng essence? How did this happen?

"So now, are you willing to answer my question? Where is the core of this heavenly debris? I used to look for a circle in this heavenly fragment and search for a few places that seem important, but I have not found the core. "White lord asked.

"I refuse to answer your question." I am not answering the cold road of Lushan Road. Why are you?

The white lord is not angry. Instead, he smiles and says: "Do you want to live? The monk of my generation, the hard work, the cultivation of night and night, the suffering of the catastrophe, for the sake of not Is it immortal? Especially if you have experienced death... Want to live?"

Lushan Road Mozun: "..."

It’s a real problem, do you want to live?

Of course I want to!

As long as it is a monk with normal mental state, which one wants to die?

But... there are many different kinds of living.

After a few years and ten years of life, then I will die and live.

Like a corpse, it becomes a ghost and alive, and it is alive.

Even if you refine your soul into an evil weapon, you will live.

But these are not what he wants.

"I want to live." Lushan Road Mo Zun gnawed his teeth: "But..."

However, the words of Lushan Road Mozun have not been finished, Bai Zun has already pulled out a small pot from his pocket.

This is a large palm teapot, cast by gold. The style of the kettle body is biased towards Western style...

"What are you waiting for!" White Zun was happy.

Lushan Road Demon Respect: "????" At the same time, he feels that his ginseng roots must be stiff, which is a principle with human hair, is a bad premonition!

At this time, the white lord took the shot, and reached out to grab the ‘tail’ of the ginseng's mouth, and squeezed hard! The ‘the soul of the ice beads’ connected by the little tail was like this, and it was pulled out by the white sage.

"呜" Lushan Road, the demon sorrow, and then his consciousness is a black.

After the seal of the ice beads was pulled out, the demon statue of Lushan Road lost control of the body of ginseng, and the consciousness returned to the small ice beads.

The white lord opened the little pot happily, stuffed the soul-stained ice beads into the small pot, and covered the lid of the small pot.

On this magical pot and lid, there is a large rune that lights up. Subsequently, the lid of the small pot and the body of the pot merge and merge into one.

[Contract is established] A thick voice is heard on the magical pot. The language of this voice is not the Chinese language, but this voice has a gentle spirit and serves as a translation effect. Song Shuhang and Su Shi A-16 can't hear the language of this country, but still understand the meaning of it.

The contract is established? The white predecessors have been tossing for a long time. In fact, is it to make the contract between the seven masters of the の Promise and the small pot?

Song Shuhang guessed that the seven masters who had just occupied the body of ginseng, when they said the phrase [I want to live], completed the premise of the contract.

Should be the magic weapon of the King of the Golden Horn [I call you, do you dare to promise? Is it a type of thing? The answer is right, will it be inhaled into the gourd or bottle?

This little pot, what is it baby?

......

......

At this time, the white lord carried the small pot and smiled and said: "Haha, after so many years, I finally found a soul of more than seven products for you, now satisfied?"

嗡嗡嗡The small pot on this small pot emits a burst of joy. The small pot itself does not speak. The previous sentence [establishment of the contract] is just something like a line. It will play after the condition is met. Not a small pot said.

"You're done." Bai Zun was satisfied.

At this time, the poor ginseng revived again. It slowly opened his eyes and felt awkward in his heart. It had a nightmare. It dreamed of its own body and changed itself. Even his own soul is occupied by a foreign household.

Its will cannot drive its own body, and its mouth emits a voice that is not its own. Its soul is suppressed in the depths of the body, only helpless sorrow.

Fortunately, all this is just a dream. When you open your eyes, you still have your own body, and there are no terrible foreigners in your body.

This is a nightmare is really great!

Right... In the end, is it a part of a nightmare that is taken away by a very beautiful fairy?

The big ginseng was full of expectations, and when he opened his eyes, he looked up.

Then, it quickly saw the side, holding a weird pot and a happy white sage.

Mom, not a nightmare.

It was really caught by this handsome monk!

Reality is often more cruel than a nightmare.

So, the big ginseng instinctively struggled again: "呜呜呜呜"

“Hey? How come awake?” After listening to its struggle, Bai Zun turned his head to look at the ginseng and whispered: “It seems that the soul is stimulated, so wake up?”

After all, the white lord turned and swung, a handsome kick and kick.

The ginseng was again black and fainted.

This time, the White Supreme has a little more strength to play.

So this time, the big ginseng may sleep a little longer.

On one side, the willow demon light dance secretly swallowed a mouthful of water, and he can also be a branch of the white lord. It is still useful for the White Supreme. It is not as tragic as this useless ginseng.

Song Shuhang and Su Shi A XVI were curious about the small pot in the hands of the white predecessors.

"Do you want to know the magical effect of this small pot?" White Zun shook the small pot and said.

Song Shuhang and Su Shi A-16 nodded again and again.

"This thing is not the magic weapon of our monk refining... This is what I found in a desert when I was playing in the world hundreds of years ago. I don't know which system is the practitioner. Artifact. In this small pot, you can live in a soul and become a 'pot spirit', but you want to be a pot spirit, you must have more than five products. Then, this soul must be [willingly] to complete the contract before you can Entering the pot becomes a pot spirit." White Zun said.

"What about its role?" asked Song Shuhang.

"You are optimistic." The white lord reached out and rubbed a few times on this small pot.

From the spout of this small pot, a cloud of smoke was ejected.

Then, this group of smoked into a black robe monk's body shape is the appearance of Lushan Road magic deity.

"Shenzhen?!" Song Shuhang eyes brightened: "White predecessors, can it fulfill people's wishes?"

"Implement people's wishes? How can there be such exaggeration in the world?" White Zun waved and said: "This instrument is actually a combat artifact. You can summon the pot spirit in the pot three times a day. Every half an hour, let it fight for you. But be careful, once the pot spirit dies, it will really die. So, every time it is seriously injured, it will be taken back into the pot, warming the injury. ""

"..." Song Shuhang: "But the white predecessors, you are not trying to get the core information of the 'Tian Ting Fragments' from his mouth? Now, he has become a pottery, can you answer your question?"

"Must be necessary, otherwise I still work hard to make him a pottery?" The white sage smiled. He knocked on the small pot and said to the black robe in the air: "What is your name?"

“The poor road number [庐山路].” The black robe replied honestly.

Actually answered!

"So amazing?" Song Shudao. At the same time, he is fortunate that his own track number is not called [Hua Guoguo, Wenzhou City, Zhejiang Province, Whale Road, real people], otherwise, if someone else asks his Taoist number, how much courage to answer?

Then, Book Air was curious again: "You can ask a question about Lushan Road Road Friends? What is your mother's surname?"

Lushan Road, the demon statue, looked coldly at Song Shuhang, and said nothing.

Song Shuhang: "..."

so awkward.

The white lord comforts the Song Shu waterway: "You don't mind if you book, but it will only answer the question of the owner of the pot, not despising you."

White predecessors, don't say it. You said that I suddenly felt deeply despised by the pot spirit.

Su Shi A Xie could not help but laugh out loud.

"Cough." The white lord cleared his throat and said: "Yushan Road Road Friends, please introduce the ‘core’ of this piece of heaven.”

The Lushan Road demon stunned, and the cold face tangled.

"The will is really strong, and it has become a pot spirit in the pot. It is still resisting." The white sigher sighed and reached out and rubbed it on the small pot.

The Lushan Road Demon Supreme finally spoke up: "The core of the Tianting Fragment is hidden in the palace group in the West. However, to open the core, I need to take the shot... I have inherited some of the core of the 'Tian Ting Fragments' here. Permission."

"No wonder, the original core was hidden, and it was first picked up by people. So I found the core for a long time." Bai Zun said.

Unexpectedly, the demon statue of Lushan Road has already mastered the core authority. If you give him some time, he will merge this piece of heavenly court into his own. The promotion of the eight-character Xuansheng is absolutely stable.

It is a pity that there is no such thing as ‘if it’ in the world. The demon statue of Lushan Road has not yet come and promoted the eight-character Xuansheng, which became the pot spirit of the mysterious small pot of the white lord.

"So, please lead the road ahead of the road." Bai Zun said.

In the void, the face of the demon face of Lushan Road was entangled for a while, and his will eventually failed to compete with the contract of the small pot and lost.

So he began to lead the way, guiding the three white lords to the palace community in the western part of the heavenly court. (To be continued.)