Chapter 1463: Meeting Old Man Sang Again in a Dream, the Master and the Apprentice Are in Harmony and Do Not Fight

The ashes illuminate the white flame?

In the chaos, when the warmth enveloped his whole body, Xu Xiaoshou felt that his scattered and broken self was falling rapidly.

A strong sense of weightlessness came over him!

He fell from the floating state to the long street that he had not seen for a long time.

He saw the little girl, the string of candied haws in his hand, and of course, the straw hat that flew out.

"Puff puff..."

Everything was false.

Even the straw hat was false, just a projection of memory.

But just as the feeling of comfort lingered throughout his body and the warmth spread from the inside out, his soul and will were taken over by something.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion in his mind.

A huge, blurred, white flame surging virtual image emerged from behind.

This virtual image was humanoid, he was wearing broken straw sandals, a straw raincoat, and a straw hat, but his hands were charred and sleeveless, and there was an illusory holy image of the Nine Dragons Burning Ancestors on his back... It was like nesting dolls, the virtual image inside the holy image.

"Hey, here again?"

When such a voice came from nowhere, the world spun and Xu Xiaoshou came to a familiar world.

This place was white and vast, with fire every few feet. It was clearly the Taixu world of Sang Lao who had been there once before.

Wait!

Old man Sang?

Xu Xiaoshou turned around suddenly and saw a slightly unruly and playful figure standing behind him.

This man's face had become more vicissitudes, and his dress was a little different from what he knew. He was wearing a white robe with a big "prisoner" on his chest. His hands were burnt, thin and black, and from time to time, white flames mixed with demonic energy would emerge...

"Dead old man?"

Xu Xiaoshou was overjoyed!

If it wasn't Sang Lao, who else could it be?

Sang Lao seemed to have posed in advance, facing the newcomer sideways in the swaying white flames, showing his demeanor.

The dim light covered up his slightly barren hair after losing the cover of the straw hat, and added a bit of mystery and coldness.

Hearing the sound, he was furious and flashed in front of the traitor. He suddenly raised his hand and was about to hit him.

Xu Xiaoshou dodged.

"Crack!"

The normal sleeveless red scorched hand made a crack in the air, and even the Taixu world made a sound of being overwhelmed.

Sang Lao stopped his hand on Xu Xiaoshou's head, but finally did not hit him. There was a bit of disappointment in his eyes.

He was not sure whether Xu Xiaoshou's consciousness could withstand his hit...

Even if it could, the Taixu world could not hold it...

The two of them were like this, one tall and one short, looking at each other, and the silence was the sound of the white flames around them.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were filled with tears.

Sang Lao also showed a bit of gentleness.

In the blurred vision, he looked up and down at this good disciple whose appearance and height were much different from the Linggong period. After putting down his hand, he sighed softly:

"You have grown up..."

Tsk!

Unexpectedly, Xu Xiaoshou, who was still in tears, suddenly had his sleeves withered and his arms burnt black, and a slap came over him unexpectedly.

"Take my slap! Ada~"

With a bang, Sang Lao was immersed in the warmth and didn't react. His eyeballs bulged, his chin shifted, and his whole face was slapped crooked.

Xu Xiaoshou hit him hard on the chin and half of his cheek. Sang Lao was like a ball, who turned dozens of times in the air, and was pulled to the horizon and turned into stars and disappeared.

Put down your hand.

Xu Xiaoshou sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Damn, is this not a dream?"

"This feels like it's real?"

Rumble...

The Taixu world suddenly trembled violently, and cracking lines appeared.

White flames erupted all around, like a volcano venting its anger, faintly turning into a huge, creeping, burning and expanding Longrong Realm.

"Traitor!!!"

A hysterical roar came, and Sang Lao, whose half face was swollen and even a few teeth were flying, fell from the sky.

His sleeveless bare hands suddenly slammed towards Xu Xiaoshou's head!

"Damn, is it true? Wait, old man, I didn't mean it. I thought I was dreaming just now. I've had a lot of dreams recently..."

"In the dream, you treated me like this?!"

Sang Lao's anger burst out from all his orifices, and the power of his attack increased instead of decreasing.

"Ah!!!" Xu Xiaoshou was so scared that he shrank on the ground with his head in his hands, trembling, and dared not resist at all.

Wow.

After exhausting all his strength, Sang Lao still couldn't kill him, and another palm stopped on Xu Xiaoshou's head.

He sighed, turned over in the air, and fell gracefully, showing the tolerance and generosity of a teacher.

"Ada!"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly jumped up, kicked with golden light, and whipped hard in the chest.

Bang!

Old Sang's eyes bulged out, his expression of disbelief and shock remained on the spot, his body had been whipped away.

"Saucy old Taoist, even if you turn into ashes, I can still recognize you!"

Xu Xiaoshou wiped his nose, turned around and sneered, looked around the surrounding environment, and said in surprise:

"But don't say it, you imitated the Taixu world very well, the Tianji technique is hidden, even I can't see through the mystery."

"What kind of technique is this? The technique of the big world?"

A white light flashed in the distance.

The limping old man Sang staggered over, clearly losing the desire to fight.

"You kid... puff!" He coughed heavily, and two teeth came out in the blood.

"Oh, you acted so vividly, what tricks do you want to do?" Xu Xiaoshou was on guard.

Before Sang Lao's words could be connected into one sentence, he was so angry that he rolled his eyes and almost fainted.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said angrily: "This is my Taixu world!"

"Come on, the world is still too empty?" Xu Xiaoshou sneered, "I don't even think about where my master is now. He is worse than a weakling in the Dead Sea seal. I can crush him to death with one hand. You are still too weak with me." The world...heh, it’s funny.”

"You!" Sang Lao was trembling with anger, but he could only calm down and explain, "I am now at the Ranming ruins!"

"Oh?" Xu Xiaoshou was surprised at first, and then nodded in realization, "What a good excuse. It's true that we can take action once we enter the ruins of the God-Slaying Officer, but you want to use this method to make me pronounce the true name of the God-Slaying Officer..."

After a pause, Xu Xiaoshou gave a thumbs up to the figure coming from afar, and then turned down the page again, "You really are Lou!"

"Lou?" Mr. Sang couldn't figure out what he meant, but the disdain and sarcasm on the traitor's expression were immediately visible, and he almost rushed over and started to attack again.

He had a good temper and held back.

"Have you met a slutty old man?" Mr. Sang asked.

This can explain why Xu Xiaoshou is so vigilant.

That's all, forgive him...

"Ha." Xu Xiaoshou sneered, "Xingjie couldn't catch me, so it drove Greedy God crazy, and now you want to use this trick to capture my will? Tsk tsk, you really are yours, old slut!"

Sang Lao looked at the hateful traitor in silence, not wanting to struggle pointlessly anymore.

When Xu Xiaoshou thought that he was Dao Qiongang, no amount of explanations were useless.

"arrest!"

His brows narrowed, the Taixu world suddenly paused, and Xu Xiaoshou felt that he was frozen.

Mr. Sang didn't come here in a deceitful way, he just casually popped out two embers of fire.

call out! call out!

The sound of breaking wind passed by, Xu Xiaoshou's body was shaken, he broke free from the restraints and leaned down.

As expected, the two fire seeds sank and shot through Xu Xiaoshou's nostrils.

"Fuck... Poof! Ahem! You..."

Xu Xiaoshou was choked and coughed repeatedly. He held his mouth and coughed out a piece of fire. Then he woke up his nose and sprayed out the other, larger one that was stuck uncomfortably.

Just as he was about to get angry, Xu Xiaoshou's expression fell into confusion as he held two embers to illuminate the fire.

On the third floor of the Lingzang Pavilion of Tiansang Ling Palace, not long after he started practicing alchemy, didn't he do this to him?

This memory can only be known to each other, because Mr. Sang was even pretending to be calm at that time, how could he spread this matter everywhere?

so……

"Old Man Sang?" Xu Xiao raised his eyes in surprise.

"Hmph!" Mr. Sang walked over calmly with his hands behind his back, but he was extremely vigilant in his heart.

This kid's tricks are endless. Who knows if he has remembered it or is he pretending to be stupid again?

"It's impossible. That straw hat has long been broken. How can I still enter your Taixu world?" Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

"Black Flame God." Sang Lao said calmly, keeping a safe distance from the traitor and looking at each other coldly.

Black Flame God...

What is this?

Xu Xiaoshou thought for a while before remembering that the last time he entered the Taixu world, Mr. Sang gave him three things.

One is a virtual image, the second is a holy image, and the third is a large bottle of holy blood.

The virtual image in it came from himself. He decided on the name at that time and called it "Black Flame God".

"Your virtual image?" Xu Xiaoshou asked uncertainly.

"Have you forgotten?" Mr. Sang understood something.

"Ah, no, I didn't forget, I just..."

"If you forget, you just forget. No need to talk nonsense anymore."

Mr. Sang waved his hand to interrupt ruthlessly, and walked around Xu Xiaoshou several times with a cold face, "You have never used my virtual image, so you haven't seen me until now?"

Damn it, is this illusion another back-up that Old Man Sang left for him?

When you encounter a situation like the last time you were controlled by something different, or you are now unconscious, can you use it to crack it?

Xu Xiaoshou's face turned pale and he said, "I haven't used it before. The ones I fight now are all Semi-Saints and Holy Emperors. The Holy Icons are not up to par, so why use the Void... eh?"

Seeing Mr. Sang's flushed face, he hurriedly stopped.

"You deserve to be punished!" Mr. Sang couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to ejaculate again.

This time Xu Xiaoshou didn't dodge, he bared his teeth and put his hands in front of his face, as if he knew he was wrong and had to resist a blow to make up for it, "Just don't slap me in the face!"

For the third time, the sleeveless Chijiao hand stopped, resting on his head.

"That's all..." Elder Sang sighed, not wanting to mention the past anymore, "What kind of dilemma did you encounter again?"

Xu Xiaoshou put down his hands and felt a sore nose for no reason, "The old slut is so disgusting. This thief has been doing this since the beginning of the Secret Realm of Four Symbols..."

As soon as the conversation started, the desire to talk was completely unstoppable and poured out like a flood.

There has never been a moment when Xu Xiaoshou could complain so much to others.

He went from the Secret Realm of Four Symbols to the Holy Emperor Qilin, to the Beihuai Shenyi, to the Tianji Formation outside Yujing City, to Qingyuan Mountain in Changde Town...

Even his "external incarnation" was blown up, and he was almost taken away from his body in the apricot world, and then turned back an army and escaped from death with great cleverness, all of which were vividly expressed.

Unknowingly, the two of them went from standing and chatting to sitting, without the sun or the moon.

Xu Xiaoshou was spitting, and Sang Lao watched and listened to him with a smile, feeling a little more distressed.

When the toothache also occurs faintly, the heartache disappears.

"The old slut is really disgusting, but Ba Zunzhen is not a good person either. This thief No. 2..."

Xu Xiaoshou also complained about how the Eight Lords did nothing and left him alone to face Dao Qiongcang.

He knew that Old Sang and the Eight Lords had different paths and that there was a conflict between the two.

He was deepening this conflict now!

In the process of complaining, he cleverly omitted the appearance of Xiang Yi, Shen Yi, Ye Xiaotian, Mei Siren, etc. - they naturally appeared because they cared about him.

When he was done complaining, he talked about the battle of Void Island, which Old Sang definitely didn't know.

In this battle, he rode the Holy Emperor Black Dragon and galloped across the battlefield, using the power of the Four God Pillars to fight against the Holy Emperor Wangze, and finally killed Rao Keai with one sword.

Of course, he also omitted the process of becoming Mei Siren's apprentice, after all, he was extremely talented, had a photographic memory, and could learn everything by himself.

He also deepened how disgusting the Eight Lords were, planning the overall situation to squeeze him to death, and finally came out alone to enjoy the highlight moment, and then snatched the Second Door.

"I didn't ask for it, does that mean I don't want it? Of course not!"

"I'm waiting for him to give it to me, after all, I was the first contributor in the battle of Void Island! The first contributor!"

"This guy didn't even shed a drop of sweat, and finally took away the Second Door in a high-sounding manner... Wow!"

"Listen, this bastard is even more disgusting than the showy old Taoist, don't you think?"

"Yes." Old Sang listened quietly, and could agree from time to time, and even say a few words of disdain when he had time, regardless of whether it was the Eight Lords or Xu Xiaoshou:

"Didn't I tell you in the Eight Palaces that ancient sword cultivators are all mentally retarded, and told you not to believe that guy, but you didn't listen? Now you're suffering from it, okay?"

"How can it be self-inflicted..." Xu Xiaoshou scolded others until the sky was dark, and he wanted to scold Old Sang again after hearing the sound, but suddenly he thought of the scene before he went crazy after blocking the arrow.

He was silent.

My backer has never been Long Rongzhi.

"Rumble!"

The world of Taixu is not stable.

After the two of them attacked several times, even if they didn't hit each other, they began to collapse in large areas.

Time seems to be limited...

"You are now in the ruins of the beheaded priest?" Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the world that was falling apart and changed the subject.

"Yes."

"Can't I get out of here?"

"No, even if I won't die there, I will only return to the Dead Sea after I get out."

"Oh, that's what I thought, I'm so smart..."

Old Sang laughed.

Even if he was not in a good mood, only Xu Xiaoshou could praise himself subconsciously.

"Remember to come to the ruins when you have time. I left you some good things. Remember to find a good hiding place to avoid being caught by others." Old Sang said.

"What good things?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up.

Old Sang didn't say it directly: "Everyone covets things, and the eight masters may need them..."

Even the old eight covets?

His appetite cannot be satisfied by ordinary saints. Is he going to be deified?

Just as he was about to speak, Sang Lao shook his head and smiled: "No need to ask, the thing is not in your hand, you can't remember it."

Hiss!

Can't remember...

Xu Xiaoshou took a breath of cold air, is it really possible to involve the level of being conferred as a god?

"Buzz!"

At this moment, his mind suddenly shook, and a large number of broken pictures came over.

There were strange ghost beasts rampaging in Qingyuan Mountain, blood shadow copper coins outside Yujing City, and an old man with a fluffy afro who was very funny...

There were the five decays of the heavenly man hidden in the Tao rules that vigorously activated the blood world pearl, and the time ancestor shadow staff that was suddenly taken away under the ancestor tree Longxing, and a fool was shouting something...

"Kings, princes, generals, and ministers, are they of the same species!!!"

When a sentence exploded in his mind, blood splashed.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the picture in front of him became so unreal, and the wrinkles on Sang Lao's face were blurred a little, as if they were beautified.

And the picture world in his mind was real, and the pain of being cut in half was also calling himself...

All people? !

Oh no, it's the second generation.

These things are the scenes he is experiencing in the Holy Land. Is the telepathy connected?

"Rumble!"

The rapidly collapsing Taixu world spread to the center where the master and apprentice were sitting on the ground.

Old Sang was not moved by the vision, but just looked at the young man in front of him: "You should go back."

"No! It's all a dream!" Xu Xiaoshou shook his head, a little confused about reality and illusion, he had been asleep for too long.

"I will protect you and ensure the complete return of your consciousness and soul." Old Sang stood up, and there seemed to be a light under his feet, "Remember to communicate with me through the Black Flame God when you are in trouble in the future. The role of the virtual image is not only to fight, but also to communicate."

"No! Impossible!" Xu Xiaoshou felt that everything around him was blurry, and he couldn't pull it up or pull it hard. His butt seemed to be stuck to the ground.

Old Sang smiled at this stubborn child, and didn't exert any strength. With a "bang", the ground under their feet broke.

The embers were swept away by the white flames.

It was just a few feet away, but it was far away in an instant.

The second time they met, Mr. Sang became very reserved. He no longer gave earnest advice or left any words behind. He was just a listener.

The child in his eyes had grown up, but he became the child who kept talking, almost without stopping.

It was hard to meet and hard to leave.

When the figure in his sight was so far away that it almost became a dot, Xu Xiaoshou could not hold it anymore.

He stood up in the broken chaos, his soul consciousness was withdrawing from the world of Taixu, but he could shout loudly:

"Damn old man, I'm on the throne!"

The white light was very eye-catching in the chaos. It seemed that Old Sang, who was standing on the scroll, calmly put his hands behind his back, read the implication, and responded:

"Okay."

Xu Xiaoshou stretched out his hand, but couldn't touch anything:

"The Holy Emperor is still afraid of me now. Even if the half-saints come out in full force, I can destroy them with a wave of my hand!"

Old Sang laughed:

"Okay."

Xu Xiaoshou's nose was sour again, and he held his hand in front of his mouth and shouted:

"In fact, I knew that this was your Taixu world!"

"Okay..." Old Sang's third "Okay" was only half calm and indifferent, and his voice suddenly became abnormal, with twelve points more crazy:

"I knew it! I knew it! You are a rebellious..."

Puff.

White flames, engulfing everything.

Xu Xiaoshou's tearful face, like a villain who has succeeded, has not yet fully formed, and suddenly he feels that his consciousness is wrong, and reality and illusion are intertwined.

"Bang!"

The chaotic world is no longer there.

The broken Taixu world is no longer there.

The last scene in his sight was a bloody mouth with sharp canine teeth rushing in, biting down fiercely and slashing at his waist.

"Fuck!"

Xu Xiao was in so much pain that his soul was about to break apart, and he suddenly opened his eyes.