Chapter 247: If You Don’t Become a Saint, You Will End up Being a Slave! [End of the Volume, Please Subscribe! ]

Mr. Sang smiled happily. It was not easy to hold back this kid. He twisted his wrist and there was a crackling sound from his bones.

"Although spiritual bodies are rare, they are not infinitely powerful. At least the existence of an innate physical body can be regarded as an alternative acquired spiritual body."

"Even at your stage, it is an existence that can be directly crushed."

"Of course, you are now a master and can basically ignore those geniuses with spiritual bodies."

Even though Xu Xiaoshou had a good nature, he couldn't help but feel a little bit proud.

He knew how difficult it was to cultivate a physical body the day after tomorrow. It was so difficult for him to cheat, but if others really relied on perseverance to create a master body, it would be really unreasonable if they were not invincible.

Seeing that the atmosphere was brewing, Mr. Sang immediately struck and said, "But the body of a master is not invincible."

"Ah?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

Mr. Sang said with a smile: "I should have said that those true geniuses can be found in the five regions of the mainland."

"Among this kind of people, there is a very special and terrifying type of existence. They are like beings descended from gods. They are born as 'holy bodies'!"

"Holy body?" Xu Xiaoshou could imagine its level as soon as he heard the name, "Above the spiritual body?"

"good!"

Mr. Sang smiled bitterly and said, "When it comes to genius, your current level is really nothing."

"The existence of the holy body can directly destroy the spirit body with one punch!"

"..."

Xu Xiao was shocked. The love affair has been laid out for so long, and you just want to attack me again?

"Where is the master's body?" he asked.

"You can compete a little." Mr. Sang chuckled, "But only a little, and a little."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed, is that really the case... If hard work is useful, what does it take to be a genius?

"Creation is unfair!"

Seeing that the purpose of the cold water was achieved, Sang Lao immediately poured hot soup: "Fortunately, this kind of holy body is even more rare."

"Basically, except for those big virtual families and even semi-saint families, there are very few people born in the world."

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows and was about to say something. Mr. Sang stretched out his hand: "Don't ask, the question is because you haven't been exposed to these yet."

"Damn! Come again?"

"Um?"

"Uh, I said...Okay, that's good!"

Mr. Sang: "..."

Xu Xiaoshou didn't want to dwell on those illusory future things. He directly returned to the original topic and asked:

"Besides the matter of Junior Sister Mu's spirit body, there is another more mysterious thing."

"When the Tianxuan Sect was opened before, the dean must have been controlled by the blind man using illusions or something like that. Junior Sister Mu was able to free him with just one look."

"What is the principle of this? Can the swallowing wood body do it?"

Sang Lao was stunned for a moment: "How can the Swallowing Wood Body do this? It's not omnipotent."

"So you don't know either?" Xu Xiaoshou was disappointed.

"Huh~" Mr. Sang's face darkened, "You really think I am an omniscient god!"

"But that's your apprentice!"

"She is still your junior sister!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

Seeing this guy being choked again, Mr. Sang felt refreshed. He vaguely felt Xu Xiaoshou's pleasure.

Lifting the corner of his lips, the old man leaned over and asked, "Speaking of which, your physique is also a bit weird. The surging vitality in your body seems to be no weaker than that of your junior sister?"

"Well……"

Xu Xiaoshou was frightened instantly. Why the hell is it going around and around him? What a joke!

Can you tell me?

"I have something to do, I'm leaving first!" He snapped a few times and tried to run away from Lingzang Pavilion.

Sang Lao was happy and didn't stop him. He just shouted at his back: "You brat, you can dig out the enemy's secrets, but for some secrets, just let them surface naturally."

Such vague words made Xu Xiaoshou stunned.

Yeah, who doesn’t have some secrets?

"Don't worry, she is my junior sister, there is no way I can do anything to her." Xu Xiaoshou shouted as he opened the crack in the door.

Mr. Sang pressed the straw hat and said seriously: "What I mean is, if she accidentally becomes your enemy in the future, don't be merciful."

Boom!

Xu Xiaoshou fell directly to the ground. He turned around and looked at the old man, with three question marks gradually appearing on his face.

"Are you serious?"

Mr. Sang didn't reply, waved his hand and stopped looking at him, saying: "Go!"

…

"WTF?"

Xu Xiaoshou frowned and walked down the stairs from the third floor of Lingzang Pavilion.

He always felt that this old man in a straw hat was sometimes serious and sometimes abnormal.

When you really think he gets better, this old man can always bring you some unexpected surprises.

"Don't be merciful when you become an enemy..."

"Is this something a master can say?"

Shaking his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, Xu Xiaoshou stopped thinking about it.

After all, he is an enigmatic old man who is really unpredictable!

Stepping through the door of the second floor, looking at the slightly familiar white light group, Xu Xiaoshou arrived on the first floor.

The bookcases and desks that were accidentally burned that day have basically been repaired, and all have been protected by formations, obviously to prevent accidents from happening from within.

Thinking of the scene of desperately fighting the fire, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but smile and felt a little happy.

He stepped forward again, holding the door of Lingzang Pavilion with his hand, and was about to push it open.

"Are you going out?"

In his mind, there suddenly appeared a voice that did not belong to him at all, but the question conveyed was particularly obvious.

Xu Xiaoshou's body stiffened, and he tilted his head to look to the side.

In the corner of the door on the first floor, there was a wooden platform, and behind the wooden platform, a dishevelled man would occasionally appear.

This man was always in the dark, and his face could not be seen clearly. The only thing that could be noticed was his uninterrupted wood carving action.

Yes, he was holding a carving knife, and even when he was asking questions at this moment, he was lowering his head.

Xu Xiaoshou had "perception" and could see more clearly than others, but as soon as his attention was focused on this person, the picture became blurred.

Even so, he could still see that the man's thumbs on both hands were broken, with only eight fingers in total.

Even so, his hands did not stop moving at all, and the purple engraved card in his hand became more spiritual as the sawdust flew.

"Yes, senior."

Xu Xiaoshou bowed slightly stiffly.

The last time he saw this man, he came to register after taking the "Jin Zhao Tian Fen", but the other party did not say a word.

At that time, he thought this guy was just a role similar to a caretaker, or Sang Lao's Dan Tong or something like that.

But after entering Lingzang Pavilion for the first time many times, Xu Xiaoshou has realized that something is wrong.

This man is definitely not simple.

This guy who stays in Lingzang Pavilion and never shows up is like a monk in a temple who only sweeps fallen leaves with a broom. He must be the most awesome existence.

But even in the previous two invasions of "Saint Slaves", he had never seen this man appear.

This is like an outsider who will never interfere in worldly affairs.

But today, he actually took the initiative to talk to him?

This is strange, is he trying to show his presence?

"Does the senior have any instructions?" Xu Xiaoshou carefully recalled the question just now, but he was still a little confused.

The carving knife was engraved on the purple token one by one.

The air was dead silent for dozens of seconds, and the idea that could not hear any explicit symbol appeared again in Xu Xiaoshou's mind.

"Where to go?"

Xu Xiaoshou's mouth twitched. After holding it in for so long, you only managed to say these two words?

"Outside." He pointed at the gate of Lingzang Pavilion, indicating whether he could leave.

Even if this person might be a big shot, it had nothing to do with him, and Xu Xiaoshou didn't expect the other party to give him a chance or something.

No need, maybe it's still the source of trouble!

After waiting for a long time, there was still no answer. Xu Xiaoshou felt that his back had been chilled by cold sweat.

Could it be that his reply was wrong?

Sure enough, this kind of big shot likes to be frugal with words, which makes people think wildly...

Xu Xiaoshou had no choice but to think about the two words of this man again:

"Are you going out?"

"Where to go?"

It's obvious that he is going to leave Lingzang Pavilion, why bother asking?

Or, what he wants to ask is not the departure in front of him?

But what Mr. Sang asked, the appointment with Mu Zixi ten days later?

Xu Xiaoshou was somewhat suspicious. He waited for a long time again, and found that the man still had no intention of speaking, so he could only add: "Outside, Tiansang County."

The man paused with the carving knife in his hand, and then continued to fly.

"Go." Another short two words appeared directly in the form of thought.

Xu Xiaoshou's face darkened instantly.

Looking at this situation, this guy just forgot about me!

Is this guy sick? He asked me to stay for no reason, and after asking a few nonsense questions, he forgot about me?

"I..."

Xu Xiaoshou's full of dirty words almost flew out directly, but fortunately he stopped at the critical moment.

He looked at the man's eight fingers, trying to see what he was carving, but the scene shown was hazy.

Even "perception" couldn't see clearly!

"Is he really a big boss..."

His eyes moved up and fell on the guy's neck, and Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

In the haze, he could see that this was an extremely hideous huge wound, which fell directly on the aorta.

Even though it has recovered at this time, the traces left are still shocking.

Just from this scar that almost covers half of his neck, we can see what kind of pain this man has suffered.

With such an injury, it is estimated that even his neck is almost broken, but he can recover?

"He is not a good person, I can't spray him, it's better to hide!"

Thinking in his heart, Xu Xiaoshou swallowed his dirty words and clasped his fists directly, "Senior, goodbye."

After that, he pushed open the door and walked towards the sun.

...

Pop!

The wooden door rebounded and stopped, and a moving straw hat appeared in the dark.

The dark-skinned Sang Lao leaned against the door with an expressionless face, staring at the man for a long time, and finally said: "Didn't I ask you to go back first?"

"Huh!"

The man stopped his hand and blew on the purple token. After blowing away the sawdust, he raised his head.

A pair of turbid eyes that completely blended into the dark atmosphere.

He grinned and said in a hoarse voice: "I have to see what my half-disciple looks like when he settles down."

Old Sang instantly flew into a rage and roared: "That's my disciple, and it has nothing to do with you!"

Suddenly!

The man said nothing, and with a finger like a sword, he pierced the top of the token in his hand.

The moment the hole was formed, the token glowed purple, illuminating the faces of the two people with different expressions.

Old Sang looked at the sword and remained silent. After a long time, he sneered, "What's the use of carving this thing? Do you think that everyone will give you face like decades ago?"

"It will come in handy." The man smiled and did not refute fiercely. He just gently put the purple token on the table.

Dong!

The purple light shone, providing some brightness for such a dark corner.

Old Sang lowered his eyelids and saw the pattern on it.

It was a naked woman who was portrayed vividly, with a graceful figure and charming.

Especially the sobbing posture with her head down and her knees hugged, which was simply pitiful.

What added a bit of weirdness to the picture was the heavy shackles on her limbs.

The chain stretched out until it disappeared at the edge of the token, as if it was born from the root of heaven and earth, and it was born to shackle the world.

There was another long silence, and even the breathing was a little noisy in such an environment.

Finally, the man pushed the door open and walked out, leaving behind a hoarse sigh, breaking the darkness.

"I'm leaving too, think about it yourself, whether you'll come back or not, it's the same old saying..."

"If you don't become a saint, you'll end up being a slave!"