Chapter 747: When I Ascend the Throne, I Will Dare to Take up My Sword and Ascend the Holy Mountain!

"What is it?"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes became hot.

Who doesn't want to be a kid, reaching out for gifts every day?

Along the way, if he said he didn't envy other peers, it would be a lie.

Xu Xiaoshou has beaten up many people.

Every time those guys showed their background, trump cards, and killers.

All he can do is to hide a "passive punch" that needs to be accumulated for a long time, in case of emergency.

Obviously, there is also an old man Sang behind him, a Taixu who can beat most of the world.

Obviously, behind old Sang is the half-saint of the Holy Palace, Long Rongzhi.

Thinking this way, Xu Xiaoshou's identity as the successor of Taixu, or even the successor of the half-saint, can be true.

But the reality shows that Xu Xiaoshou can't say anything and can't do anything.

These layers of background are not brought to the table.

He couldn't be like others, after encountering a strong enemy, say: "You dare to hit me? I have someone behind me!"

Then the enemy retreated...

Impossible.

I can't do it!

Even the identity of the heir of the first floor of the sky is a fabrication of Xu Xiaoshou himself.

Fox pretending to be powerful.

When encountering a real strong enemy, these things will not work.

But!

Now the three pill bottles placed in front of Sang Lao, Xu Xiaoshou can feel that the energy inside is very majestic, even terrifying.

This is the real trump card!

Xu Xiaoshou understood that this time, Sang Lao would not prepare three more bottles of Yuanting Dan for him for no reason.

Because the other party constructed this Taixu world for his apprentice to use to defeat the enemy after encountering Taixu or even a half-saint.

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou looked at Sang Lao with hope.

Sang Lao smiled, no longer kept it a secret, but pointed to the first pill bottle and said: "This is a virtual image."

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Virtual image?"

"Yes."

Old Sang nodded and continued, "The process of making a virtual image is very difficult, and it may even take Taixu several years of effort. Generally, even in the Taixu family, if you are not the most respected disciple, you will not be given by the elders."

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was sure that the virtual image that Old Sang was talking about was the virtual image he had seen.

At that time in Tiansang City, Zhang Taiying's virtual image of the princess left a deep impression on him.

At that time, the other party could not even move.

But with the protective power of the virtual image alone, Xu Xiaoshou and Xin Gugu, one violent giant, and the other turned into a ghost beast.

But in the end, even when he was almost exhausted to death, he could not break through his defense at all!

Until Ah Jie kicked and ended everything...

But that was the only remaining virtual image protective power under Zhang Taiying's uncontrollable situation.

If the other party could exert the attack power of the virtual image.

Xu Xiaoshou believed that even with Ah Jie in that battle, he might not be able to defeat Zhang Taiying.

"Does it have a name?" Xu Xiaoshou came back to his senses and asked.

He remembered that all virtual images had names, such as Zhang Taiying's "Emperor Princess Virtual Image", which sounded very domineering.

A shout before the battle.

The enemy's momentum will be weakened by three points.

But Sang Lao shook his head: "I have never made a virtual image for anyone in my life. This is the first one, and it has not been named yet."

Xu Xiaoshou said: "Then you can choose one. I have decided to accept this gift."

Sang Lao's eyelids twitched when he heard it.

This tone seemed as if the other party was giving something.

But he didn't care.

After consideration, Sang Lao pondered for a while and said: "Then call it 'Black Flame God'!"

"Black?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little puzzled.

The Jinzhao lineage is all white flames, how can it be called "black".

But on second thought, Sang Lao's famous skill seems not to be white flames, but his self-created "Sleeveless Red Scorched Hands".

Xu Xiaoshou had seen that pair of scorched hands in the Eight Palaces.

Absolutely hot!

Even the Heavenly Dao can be burned to ashes, it is simply invincible.

He immediately understood why Elder Sang named it "Black Flame God".

Grabbing the pill bottle, Xu Xiaoshou looked at the second one: "Where is this?"

Elder Sang shook his head at the anxious look of his apprentice, but didn't say much, pointing to the second single bottle on the ground: "This is the holy image."

"Huh?" Xu Xiaoshou's heart stopped beating immediately, and his eyes were full of shock, "Holy? Did you make a mistake?"

The oppressive feeling brought by the holy image of Tianqi Lin Jiangxian is still vivid.

If it weren't for the fact that the King of Hell and the two had already prepared, and even prepared a lot.

The only thing that the two great slashing ways could do, even in front of the holy image, was to kneel down and surrender.

Elder Sang, there is also a holy image?

As if seeing Xu Xiaoshou's doubts, Sang Lao smiled: "This is the holy image left by your master, but I have already broken up with him and don't want to use it, so I leave it to you."

"Are you crazy?!"

After being surprised, Xu Xiaoshou's first thought was not himself, but the arrow from Ai Cangsheng in the Eight Palaces.

If at that time, Sang Lao opened the holy image, would it be possible to resist the arrow from Ai Cangsheng's evil bow?

No!

It's not possible!

It should be completely possible...

"Snap."

Sang Lao suddenly leaned over and gave Xu Xiaoshou another slap: "How can you talk like that!"

Waiting for Xu Xiaoshou to look at him with a half-complaining, half-inquiring look.

He sighed and said with a long sigh: "Xu Xiaoshou, you are indeed very smart, but some things are not as simple as you think."

"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou was confused.

Sang Lao pointed to the top of his head, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face again, saying:

"I should have told you that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"Some things, you think they have three levels of meaning, but in fact they have five levels of meaning."

"Even with your current qualifications and abilities, even if you can see the third floor, I can tell you that those three floors are just what others want you to see."

"What you can see of your ability will always be only the tip of the iceberg of this world."

Xu Xiaoshou fell into deep thought.

What does it mean?

If there is a holy icon, don't use it, then choose to hit the arrow...

Could it be that this could be Mr. Sang’s plan?

Is Mr. Sang trying to get into the prison of the Holy Temple?

Xu Xiaoshou was startled by this idea and immediately denied it.

impossible!

Because if Mr. Sang had wanted to, he could have walked down the stairs and been imprisoned when Gou Wuyue was out in those years.

Why wait for the arrow of love for the common people?

Moreover, what is the point of being imprisoned?

Those big executioners in Tushen Temple?

Old Sang turned out to be...

"Snapped!"

While he was thinking, Mr. Sang slapped Xu Xiaoshou awake again, and cursed angrily:

"Don't think about it, as I said before, before you have absolute strength, be serious and make a good chess piece!"

"There are many smart people in this world. One Dao Qingtian is enough for you to drink more than one pot."

"Do you really think that your current abilities can compare with those of the previous era?"

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head when he heard this: "I'm not so conceited..."

Mr. Sang immediately interrupted: "But what I am facing now, and what you will face in the future, are far more than just a sky!"

This time Xu Xiaoshou suddenly raised his eyes, enlightened.

yes!

I am indeed just a junior, so I don’t need to think so much.

But what Sang Lao and Ba Zun are fighting against is the pinnacle of this world.

If a person like this, friend or foe, can really think of the layout for a junior like me, can he still be called a powerful person?

"Xu Xiaoshou."

Mr. Sang suddenly lowered his voice: "Remember, you can set your sights on your peers for now, but if you want to surpass them or even catch up with people of the previous era, you must not only have your eyes on your peers. Even, it can’t just be the previous generation!”

Xu Xiaoshou was silent when he heard this.

He recognized Sang Lao's voiceover.

What a terrible reality is this?

He, Xu Xiaoshou, was born an era later, but he has to chase the previous era.

But at the same time, people in the previous era will not be able to stay where they are, but will only be chasing the previous era.

Everyone seems to be "blindly" rushing towards a "goal".

It clearly seems to have a goal.

But I can't see where the target is.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that this one was "blind" and he described it correctly.

As for "goals"...

Or it can't be said to be a "goal", it should be said to be an "answer".

That "answer" hidden in the deepest part of the continent that everyone is chasing but can't give.

Xu Xiaoshou once asked.

Most people can't give it.

Even Mr. Sang never said it openly.

But the Eight Masters had given him a chance.

That "answer" is called "freedom".

Whether it is the absolute control of the Holy Temple, the "cage theory" mentioned by Sang Lao, the "people outside the sky" that Xu Xiaoshou vividly described to the eight statues in the white cave...

Everything can be attributed to "for freedom".

However, the "freedom" that the Holy Temple wants to give to the mainland seems completely different from the "freedom" that Sang Lao and Bazun understand.

"A very serious mainland-level involution..."

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it and gave such a summary, sighing speechlessly.

At this time, Sang Lao's figure disappeared and the world disappeared, as if everything was about to disappear.

Xu Xiao was shocked and came to his senses: "What? The time is coming? Are you going to die again?"

"Snapped."

Mr. Sang suddenly slapped him down angrily, "You talk a lot of bullshit!"

This time, he didn't stop talking nonsense, but got back to the topic, pointed at the second pill bottle, and said:

"This holy statue is called 'Nine Dragons Burning Ancestor'. With your current level of cultivation, you can actually kill a thousand enemies and damage yourself by eight hundred, so..."

Sang Lao spoke faster and pointed to the third elixir bottle, "This is a bottle of holy blood, which also comes from your ancestor. Before summoning the holy image, take a drop of it to save your life."

Xu Xiaoshou was greatly shocked and asked in a horrified voice: "A bottle of holy blood?"

If he remembers correctly.

The unit of measurement for holy blood seems to be...drops?

"Um."

Mr. Sang nodded: "A whole bottle of holy blood, full! I told you that I broke up with your master a long time ago, so I don't use his things, but after all, it is your master's blood. It is hard-won. You want it Use it with caution, it’s gone after it’s used up.”

"How many drops are there in one bottle?" Xu Xiaoshou swallowed.

"A dozen or so drops, I don't know, who would count this if they have nothing to do?"

"That's enough for you anyway!"

Mr. Sang rolled his sleeves, paused, and added: "Oh, by the way, this is your master's special holy blood. Don't forget that he is also a good alchemist, so this holy blood does not have the overbearing side effects of other holy bloods. , even when you are about to die, you can swallow it and eat it as a healing medicine similar to 'God's Blessing'."

"Gulu~"

Xu Xiaoshou was really frightened.

This, this, this...

The protective nature of the Jinzhao lineage once again refreshed his cognition.

Grabbing the last two pill bottles, Xu Xiaoshou asked curiously: "Master is so good to you, why do you want to break up with him?"

"Pah."

Old Sang slapped him again, and then touched his hand with an unsatisfied look, and it seemed that he could not slap him soon, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

"Oh oh."

Xu Xiaoshou touched his head. In fact, with his reaction, Old Sang's little illusion couldn't hit him at all.

But he surprisingly didn't want to hide, and his inner thoughts actually coincided with Old Sang's.

After these few hits, it was estimated that it would be difficult to get hit in the future.

"Anything else you want to ask?" After thinking for a while, Xu Xiaoshou asked: "You can also write a will or something, if there are any unfulfilled wishes..."

"Pah."

Old Sang slapped him again.

Xu Xiaoshou hugged his head and smiled.

After taking the photo, Mr. Sang was also amused by his apprentice's silly smile, and he also laughed.

The master and apprentice, in this timeless fantasy world, looked at each other and laughed. The scene was so weird.

As he laughed, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly stopped talking, his nose felt sore, and he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because at this time, Mr. Sang really looked like an old man.

His figure began to become illusory and shaky.

Even this world of Taixu began to have cracks in the void and was gradually crumbling.

"Hehe..."

Xu Xiaoshou laughed dryly twice again.

He obviously had a lot to say, but he didn't know where to start.

"Hehe..."

Mr. Sang was also laughing slyly. This scene suddenly reminded him of the embarrassment of being shot into his nostrils by fire when he taught Xu Xiaoshou to make pills in Lingzang Pavilion.

He stopped laughing.

After talking about the business, the two of them faced each other in silence, and both wanted to say something but stopped.

This was Xu Xiaoshou's first apprenticeship.

He had no relatives before, so he didn't know how to start a topic other than business when he met his relatives again after a long time.

For example, how is your life in prison, did the people in the Holy Temple abuse you, how is the food, etc.

It was not the first time that Sang Lao accepted a disciple, but Xu Xiaoshou was the only one who survived among his disciples.

He also didn't know how to talk about the topics he really wanted to talk about with his own disciple in this last meeting, except teaching alchemy and fighting.

For example, you haven't told me the story of Baiku yet, you should be in Dongtianwang City now, what is the specific situation, and there are so many beautiful women outside the Ling Palace, have you found a girlfriend, etc.

With a bang, the world suddenly broke.

At this time, Sang Lao and Xu Xiaoshou seemed to think of something at the same time, and they spoke at the same time:

"By the way, your junior sister..."

"Yes, Mu Zixi..."

The two spoke at the same time, and stopped at the same time, and smiled at each other.

Smile.

To laugh.

As his figure disappeared, Old Sang waved his hand, as if he had fulfilled all his wishes, and said indifferently:

"Xu Xiaoshou, take good care of your sister. These three things are for you to use to protect your sister."

"Then, remember the last words I told you in the Eight Palaces."

"If I die, you don't have to fear anyone in the world on this continent!"

"If something goes wrong, ask Long Rongzhi to help you solve it!"

"And..."

Even though his lower body was gone, the old man spoke faster and faster, as if he had something to say only at this time:

"And don't blindly worship the Eight Lords. The only person you can trust in this world is yourself."

"Don't give up on alchemy. Swordsmanship is rubbish. Don't believe his lies."

"Practice Jin Zhao Tian Fen well. It can become a saint!"

"And, and..."

The closer it got to the end, Old Sang suddenly became more and more anxious.

"Damn old man!"

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly interrupted.

His nose was sour, his eyes were slightly red, and mist was lingering. He didn't expect that at the last moment, he was still somewhat moved by the old man's words.

Then he pulled out Zangku and used this sword to swear his will.

A surging white flame burst out, as if the Flame God of Sang Lao was reborn.

The white flame spread along his right arm to Zangku, and then Xu Xiaoshou pointed his black sword to the sky, and roared at the old man who only had an illusory head image left:

"Damn old man, wait for me!"

"When I take the throne, I will dare to take the sword to the holy mountain, save you from the sea of ​​suffering, overturn that broken chess game, and teach that damn Ai Cangsheng to be a man again!"

With a bang, the Taixu world shattered.

The shadow of Old Man Sang completely disappeared.

But Xu Xiaoshou could clearly see the shadow of Old Sang, who was forced to speak from the end, but held back because of his words, and reduced thousands of words to the last word, and then nodded with a smile.

"Okay."