Chapter 2023: Silver skull mask
The powerful monk is so powerful, even if he just sleeps, the strength of his body will be self-supporting.
The power of the rebound is not small.
Song Shuhang was shot and flew out, and he made several rounds... his head and body were separated.
The black skin feather soft boy called: "To hit it, you have to hit it."
"Call the white predecessor." Song Shuhang's head gave a scream.
"It's late!" The heads of the tortoise's predecessors and the limbs '嗖' were shrunk into the shell, and they also brought the green onion into the shell and shouted: "Everyone is ready to shock."
"My head, my head." Song Shuhang called, he just subconsciously spurred his hair and wanted to turn his hair into a fist.
But when he provoked his hair, he found that his hair had turned into a short hair and only condensed twenty small fists. It seems that it is like putting twenty fists on a small flat head.
This kind of hair palm can't do anything at all, and it can't hammer anyone's chest, just furnishings.
Su Shi A-16 quickly came to Song Shuhang, bent over and prepared to pick up his head.
Hum
The flying sword implement has already hit the front of the mountain.
After the deafening impact, the giant flying sword implements the peak of the mountain directly, and the flying sword is straight into the mountain.
Because the flying swords are flying very fast, the impact after the impact is also huge.
Song Shuhang’s head was thrown out again, and A-16 failed to pick up his head.
The skull slammed toward the iron wall—just as his face was about to hit the iron wall, a black lotus bloomed, sandwiched between the iron wall and his face, and played a cushioning role.
Snapped!
Song Shuhang’s face directly smashed the black lotus and intimately contacted the iron wall.
"Ah ah ah ah " Song Shuhang screamed, if not for his timely use of the power + black lotus buffer, he must have swollen face at this time.
[Fortunately, I still have some means. 】 Song Shuhang is proud of his heart.
Thinking about it, a huge turtle shell slammed into his face.
Song Shuhang’s eyes wide open: “!!!”
Turtle predecessors!
Snapped!
The turtle's tortoise shell is on the head of Song Shuhang.
The desperate impact made Song Shuhang close his eyes in pain.
"Hey? The feeling of impact is not as big as I thought." Turtles wondered.
"That is of course." Song Shuhang calmly said: "Because I have someone in Song as a buffer for my predecessors."
The tortoise's predecessors reached out their heads and looked at Song Shuhang, who was almost flattened. He laughed and said: "It's hard."
"Serve for everyone." Song Shuhang sighed: "Can you go down with the turtle predecessor? Your turtle shell is licking my face, even I use "Confucian Golden Body" + "Steel Hand" + "Holy Dragon" "The fortified cheeks are all flustered."
"Ha ha ha." The turtle's predecessors stretched out their limbs and jumped dexterously.
Song Shuhang’s head flew up and fell back to his wooden body. He said: “The branches are broken a lot.”
"I cut it for you." Su Shi A-six stepped forward, took out the knife, repaired the broken branches for Song Shuhang.
The old rules, the branches are kept well, and maybe they will come in handy in the future.
"White predecessors, white predecessors." Black skin Yuko, still calling for the white predecessors.
The white predecessors raised their heads in confusion, and there were traces of saliva in the corners of their mouths.
Black skin Yuko immediately turned his head.
The white predecessor who just woke up did not converge on his own charm, coupled with the fascination of just woke up, the charm is terrible - not directly.
"Oh, it’s over." The whites stretched out and stood up.
Then he turned his head and looked at Song Shuhang several people.
"Well, the turtle shell tattoo on your face is very beautiful." After the white predecessors made a slight meal, nodded and praised.
Song Shuhang looked up and looked at the sky: "Thank you for the praise of the white predecessors."
This is still a limited edition turtle shell pattern.
"Go, fly the sword. We have arrived at the animal husbandry." The white predecessors said, open the door of the flying swords, the foot is empty, go to the tip of the sword.
"Walk away, let's keep up." Song Shuhang seems to think of something, fast.
The black skin feathers softly returned to Song Shuhang, and then several people went along with the white predecessors to the position where the flying swords were inserted into the mountain.
Sure enough, as Song Shuhang expected.
At this time, the white predecessor was kneeling in a small hole, picking up his sleeves and squatting inside.
"Sure enough, the lucky attributes of the white predecessors have been launched." Song Shuhang explained: "In the rich and dangerous, when the white predecessor is launched, the people around him may be a little bit worse, but as long as the disaster is over, the rich will come. ”
"Is it miserable? I didn't think it was miserable." The tortoise's predecessors said that even the impact of Feijian hitting the mountain had Song Shuhang's head for him.
"Well, I am miserable." Song Shuhang sighed.
However, in general, this disaster is not a big deal.
The level of the treasure should not be too high.
"With it." The white predecessors reached out and pulled out a small box.
On the small box, there are two seals.
One piece reads: "Gold-toothed silver teeth, a word in the world!"
On the other hand, I wrote: "If you count, I will be a great master!"
"This is a blow to the lines." Song Shuhang suddenly said.
I always feel where I have seen it.
"Yeah." The white predecessors nodded as well. He reached out and gently stroked the seal. The two seals fell, revealing a pile of masks...
"Mask!" The tortoise's eyes brightened, and it liked this treasure.
"It's a mask." The white predecessors slowly said.
After all, he reached out and grabbed a piece of paper from the small box.
It uses a graffiti-like text to write a sentence.
This text, Song Shuhang does not understand.
The white predecessors read out: "Life is full of life, one face and one life, one life and one enjoyment. Twenty different faces, gifted people - Yin Hao Tian Zun."
Su Shi A Xie looked at those mask-like things: "Jin Hao Tian Zun?"
"Master of the bronze ancestors? The descendants of the metal 卦 ??" asked Song Shuhang.
The disciple of the Emperor of the Copper Emperor is the iron scorpion, and the silver scorpion Tianzun should be his master. Going up is definitely Kim Min...
What is above the gold plaque? Song Shuhang suddenly became curious.
"This should be a mask that is easy to use." The white predecessors turned their heads and thought about it. They sent a mask to Song Shuhang, Su Shi’s sixteen, black skin feathers, sons, and turtles.
"The rest, first on my side. Need to ask me again, if you can't use it, go back to the world, send this thing to the Tongluo friends." Bai predecessors said.
Song Shuhang pinched this mask: "Can you change the appearance when you paste it?"
"Should be." The white predecessor nodded. "At that time, when you enter the holy mountain of Gard, you may be able to use it."
Song Shuhang, a few people, quickly took the ‘Yi Rong Mask’.
Since the white predecessors said ‘may be able to use’, then it will definitely be used.