Chapter 1175: Really - golden fingers!
There is no shortage of strong air transport in the practitioners. The more common air transport routines have 'falling off the cliff to the magical powers'; and walking and walking suddenly awakened the inexplicable cultivation physique, the super-powerful belt passed by There are also those who are disciples; there are even types of sorrows that always get the most benefit.
But in general, even if it is a monk with strong air transport, the air transport is within a certain range. The air transport of ‘people’ has a limit.
However, the air traffic of the ‘White Saint’ is obviously not normal.
Like the qi of the ‘White Saint’, the Northern Emperor racked his brains and could only think of a similar one—the Confucian saint.
The Confucian saints of that year seemed to be in a state like this. The arrogant and arrogant arrogance, stepping out of their own path in a very short period of time, stepping into the realm of the longevity, and then became the existence of the cross-pressure.
At the beginning, the Northern Emperor vaguely remembered that ‘the Emperor’ had mentioned it—the Confucian saint was very unusual.
In memory, the Emperor also repeatedly mentioned the unusualness of Confucian saints, saying that the qi of the Confucian saints is not what ‘people’ can have.
"Is this ‘White Saint’ also a kind of existence with Confucian saints?” The Northern Emperor’s heart was dark.
Then, if this continues, will ‘White St.’ be a Confucian saint in a very short period of time, cross the world, and then compete for heaven?
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"Song Xiaoyou, do you know this white saint?" The Northern Emperor looked at Song Shuhang and asked - after all, the "left hand" of Song Xiaoyou was still hanging on the merits of this white holy.
"Yeah, the white predecessor is a predecessor I met in the group. When he was out of the customs, I was going to pick him up and guide him to learn some modern knowledge." Song Shuhang nodded.
"Is this white holy luck always good?" asked the Northern Emperor.
Song Shudao: "Must, the luck of the white predecessors did not have to say, I have never seen the existence of a more emperor than the white predecessors. It is worthy of the word "white", and the Africans are completely unrelated. ""
Northern Emperor: "..."
Although I don’t understand the European Emperor and what it means to be inexplicably involved in Africans, he can understand the meaning of Song Shuhang’s words.
"This Bai Sheng, in addition to luck, are there other characteristics?" asked the Northern Emperor.
"Other features? For example, flat ground? Ten times acceleration?" Song Shuhang subconsciously replied.
Northern Emperor: "..."
He found that his own thinking and Song Xiaoyou are not on a channel, and the two sides sometimes get tired of communication.
"In addition, why did you suddenly care about the great whites of the great emperor? You won't be... fall in love with the white predecessors? Although I know that the greatness of the white predecessors is great, but..." Song Shuhang’s heartfelt mistakes have occurred, and his mouth is stopped. I can't stop it, just think of this possibility in my head and ask it directly. When he was halfway through, he woke up and made a mistake and made a quick stop.
The Northern Emperor: "I heard that Song Xiaoyou has recently received a ‘Lifetime’ and will be able to resurrect once he dies. Will you experiment with this ‘Lifetime’ for you?”
"Sorry for the Great, I am wrong!" Song Shuhang quickly admits.
"Orphan is just a feeling, Bai Sheng is somewhat like the Confucian saints of that year."
"Oh, the emperor, are you talking about the one who was born and hanged, young and hanged, and squandered after cultivation? That person feels different from the whites. Whether it is acting style or personal style They are not very similar. Confucian saints are not the same as the air transport. The painting style and the white predecessors seem to be two extremes, the opposite." Song Shudao.
"Have you seen Confucian saints?" The Northern Emperor slanted Song Shuhang, and Song Xiaoyou talked about Confucian saints. The head is the Tao, as if he had personally contacted Confucian saints.
"Not long ago, I followed the white predecessors to the Confucian Baiyun Academy. Later, something happened. We encountered an image of the Confucian saint. Then, listening to the image, I blew for an afternoon. Confucian saints hang the life of the sky." Song Shuhang sighed.
Northern Emperor: "..."
The emperor fell into meditation.
After a while, he suddenly asked: "Song Xiaoyou, how is your luck?"
"Luck? It seems to be okay recently... but it was quite unfortunate recently. Every time a black-skinned predecessor gave me all the 'great good luck', and the unfortunate things also met a lot. Everything happened to be a few waves, my heart was tired, I wanted to rest." Song Shudao, in his subconscious, has always felt that he is quite bad.
The Northern Emperor nodded.
During the speech, suddenly Song Shuhang’s forehead had cold sweats constantly emerging.
"Hey " He hurts and hurts.
Northern Emperor: "?"
"The left hand is hot, it feels like boiling, it's hot." Song Shuhang snorted, he looked up at the sky.
In the world of robbing, the merits of the white predecessors began to get smaller, and they will change to the rain of merit.
Hanging on the left arm of Song Shuhang in the white merits tree, this time has changed the golden body, and as the rain of merit continues to fall, the left arm faintly becomes somewhat transparent.
It seems to have become a golden glass.
"If you are not mistaken, your left hand is mutating." The Northern Emperor calmed down.
"What do you want to mutate?" Song Shuhang asked.
Variations don't necessarily all turn into good things. If you change a real * unicorn arm, he doesn't know if it will be repelled after being loaded. Even if I didn't change my unicorn arm, it would be weird to have such a golden arm back.
The Northern Emperor pointed to a point where he was not far away, and he looked calm and ‘seat the sacred monarch,’ said: “Is it good to eat melon friends?”
"Does my left hand become a state of eating melon friends?" Song Shuhang was shocked.
Eating melon Saint Jun turned his head and looked calmly at Song Shuhang and the Northern Emperor, and looked back at the picture of Bai Sheng Xian Sheng.
"The beauty you want." The Northern Emperor said: "Your left hand is still in the state of the flesh, so after the mutation, it should become the same state as eating the old body of the melon and the Tao. The light of the body and the virtues are merged, regardless of each other. But the actual There is a difference between the flesh and the light of merit."
Song Shuhang: "When I am going to promote nine products, do I need to put a ‘abandonment of the body?’ ceremony?”
The Northern Emperor: "Do you have the practice of "the world's dual full of merits"? If you have not cultivated, what is the ‘abandonment of the body?’ ceremony?”
雀妖小彩: "Saliva, if I can replace Master's left arm, how much power of merit falls into my body, my strength of merit will be ‘嗖嗖嗖’ going up!”
Song Shuhang patted Xiao Cai: "Do not worry, Xiao Cai. You will definitely become my right arm in the future."
Xiao Cai: "Master, you don't want to put me on your left arm, act as your left hand?"
Song Shuhang: "..."
A color bird on the left hand? What is this style of painting!
Being talking.
Suddenly, Song Shuhang also had a burning pain in his left hand.
"It’s coming again, it hurts, this time it hurts." Song Shuhang swears.
The level of this pain is no less than the pain he brought when he used the 'identification secret law'.
In the picture of Bai Sheng Xian Sheng.
The rain of merits of the sky finally stopped.
At this time, Song Shuhang’s left hand changed again.
Originally, the entire left arm has turned into a golden glazed shape, and at this time, all the gold on the left arm seems to have been squeezed, and all of them are pressed against the index finger of the left hand.
After a while, his left hand returned to its original state, but the index finger turned into a pure gold color, but also brought its own light effect, emitting a dazzling light.
Really - golden fingers!
"From today, Master, you are the man who has the protagonist template." The demon singer: "You have everything that is essential for each protagonist - the golden finger."
Song Shuhang: "..."
A gold finger looks even more weird. The person who didn't know thought that his finger was cut, and then changed the finger of pure gold.
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Song Shuhang’s left hand has mutated, and some changes have taken place in the millennium third sacred Yuanyuan, also hanging on the merits.
Chang Yuanzi’s mouth is still screaming for some messy lines.
But as the constant strength of his power fell into his body, his voice was getting lower and lower.
Finally, at the end of the white rain of the predecessors, Chang Yuanzi opened his eyes.
In his eyes, no more chaos, a bright.
The heart is robbing, it is over.
The practitioners of the heavens and the world can't help but talk.
"The third holy millennium is a good luck. When you meet Bai Sheng, you can use the power of Bai Sheng's merits to survive the evil spirits!"
"So, the third holy millennium can return to the main world?"
"He owes a white man a big man!"
However, the Northern Emperor shook his head slightly: "He lost and lost to the heart."
" Lost? Isn't he awake?" asked Song Shuhang.
"He really wants to thank Bai Sheng's merits and powers to fill in. If it is not the blessing of this wave of merit, after losing to the demon, he will directly rob the fire and add to his devil. This wave comes from Bai Sheng. The power of merit, let him save a life." Northern Great Road.
During the conversation, Chang Yuanzi jumped from the tree of merit. He bent down deeply against the white predecessors and performed a ceremony.
He knew that he was defeated in the heart of the robbery, and that he could survive all the help of the whites.
"Chang Yuanzi thanked Bai Sheng." Chang Yuanzi bitterly said.
The white saint in front of him... has always been the object of envy of Chang Yuanzi, because he is the person whom Xue Xuexian Ji loves.
But now, he has to bow to the enemy.
After thanking him, Chang Yuanzi reached out and offered his own seal.
At this time, his holy seal was bleak and there was no majesty.
Chang Yuanzi sighed softly.
He missed a big chance because he used the ‘Xuansheng Lecture’ to confess to Be Xuexian, and his robbery was a failure.
When he sighed, his seal... began to dissipate.