Chapter 1968 The Figure Imprinted in Everyone's Heart
With the energy after the sacrifice of ‘Bone. Killing Baihao’, it may be possible to seriously injure the incarnation of Fat Ball, but it is not enough to make a final decision.
What else can be put into sacrifice?
Could it be that you want to throw the thirty-three beast combination magic weapon into it?
Or...he is so mad, blah blah blah, he will never do this kind of thing.
Just as Song Shuhang was thinking about it, after the sacrifice of the "Bone. Killing Baihao", the saint's "obsessive shadow" got rid of some of the shackles.
The next moment, most of the remaining energy of the saint, without hesitation, was actively put into Song Shuhang's palm.
This is the obsession of the saint who burns every inch of Confucian land, and even the shadow lords are surprised by the quantity and quality.
The intensity of this obsessional energy is about equal to the incarnation of a fat ball!
Now, it is thrown into Song Shuhang's hands together with the 'Bone. Killing White', sacrificing itself and becoming a part of Song Shuhang's fingertip energy.
Only a drop of 'Holy Blood' and 'Saint's Eye' remained.
enough!
Moreover, the power of this blow has reached the limit that Song Shuhang can withstand - the limit of the immortal body of smoke.
"Krypton Gold Strike - Divine Strike!" Song Shuhang pointed out his finger tremblingly.
His voice, with its own rolling thunder echo effect, reverberated in the entire battle space, and even through the battle space, reverberated over the entire Confucian school.
Everyone heard Song Shuhang's cry of 'blood dripping from his heart'. This is Xuansheng Tyrannical Song, whose pocket is cleaner than his face, and he took out the krypton gold that his family sacrificed.
The battle situation has become so tragic!
Boom~~
The power of Song Shuhang's fingertips turned into a blazing white light that flashed past and landed on the body of the fat ball boss!
At this moment, apart from this blazing white light, there is nothing else in the world!
The battle space of the saints was torn apart.
With this blow, everything is destroyed!
Nothing can survive this blow.
Song Shuhang felt that even the last time he attacked the Demon Emperor He Zhi, the knife that was slashed with the power of the seven supreme plug-ins was not as good as this blow.
The power of immortality + part of the body of the fat ball + the shadow of the saint's obsession + the power of support from the eyes behind the light wings.
This blow was so powerful that everything trembled.
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The driving uncle stared blankly at this scene in the projection.
When Xuansheng Tyrant Song pointed this out, the figure of the 'teacher' in his impression completely overlapped with Xuansheng Tyrant Song Dynasty!
"Yes...Teacher." The driver said in a low voice.
The saints of the year, like the Tyrant Song of today, appeared in the battle space and projected their projections on every inch of the Confucian land.
At that time, anyone who was a disciple of Confucianism could watch the battle between the saint and the challenger. And because it is a projection, when Confucian disciples watch the battle, they don’t have to worry about their eyes and mind being hurt by the power of the law because their realm is too low!
The saint of that year, just like now, unleashed his powerful power in the battle space. The power to destroy everything, even the destructive power of saints, is almost beyond the limit that can be accommodated in this world!
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Boom~~
A sound like rolling thunder continued to echo.
At this moment, in the eyes of all the Confucian disciples, as well as the Shadow Lord, Father Turtle, Sister Bailong, and others, only the blazing white light remained.
Su Clan's Sixteen clenched her hands tightly, her eyes blurred, and she looked at Song Shuhang's tall back.
This scene is firmly imprinted in the hearts of everyone today.
After the blazing white light, there is a dazzling light like the scorching sun.
Challenging space, being torn in half.
The sun-like light slowly dissipated after a long time.
In the end, there was only one person standing in the challenge space—Song Shuhang.
The incarnation of Fat Ball was completely destroyed.
At this time, Song Shuhang was in a very bad state, and he could not even maintain the 'smoke pseudo-immortal body'.
His body seemed to be drained, and he was skinny in a short period of time.
His hands hung weakly by his side,
The arm that used the 'Sky Strike' was even more burned, and its flesh was blurred.
"Hu~~" He let out a long breath.
Weakly fell backwards.
The black lotus flower actively emerged, supporting his heels.
Fairy Fortune appeared, gently supporting his body, she gently stroked her hand, and temporarily put away the 'sage's eye' - now Song Shuhang is too weak. The eyes of the saints will become his burden.
The meritorious snake beauty then appeared and put Song Shuhang's original eyes back.
Fairy Fortune leaned on Song Shuhang's side and kept whispering: "Thank you, thank you..."
"Survived." Song Shuhang said weakly.
Today, he Song. successfully evolved from a bug to a mammal. Shuhang, and tenaciously survived.
Hey hey hey.
For small bugs, it's just a bit awkward to squeeze.
For mammals, it is not as simple as holding hands.
Therefore, the fat ball boss has inserted one for himself at the beginning of the game.
The beauty of the meritorious snake took out several medicinal pills from Song Shuhang's bracelet space, fed him to take it, and recovered his state.
"Let's go, go and see what the avatar of the fat ball boss has left." Song Shuhang said.
He hopes to recover one thing - the bone of immortality.
Song Shuhang took a step forward, and the black lotus under his feet actively emerged, supporting his weak body.
One step, two steps...
Then Song Shuhang's body stopped.
Because around him, an energy began to actively nourish his body and poured into his body.
It is the residual energy of the shadow of the obsession of the Confucian saints.
The sage energy that was put into the ‘Krypton Gold Strike’ before is most of the energy that was freed from the seal of the fat ball, and a small part of the energy still exists.
After the war, this energy actively began to feed back to Song Shuhang.
This may be the reward of the saint's will to Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang's seven small dantian's spirit lakes began to transform under the constant nourishment of the saint's power.
The sixth-grade true monarch has four small realms: the golden elixir transforms into the lake, the life wheel on the lake, the tenth heaven after the wheel, and the heaven transforms into a lotus.
Then there is the 'Ninth Level Nascent Soul' of the Advanced Seventh Grade Venerable.
Song Shuhang's birth dantian has no lake soul, nor can he condense the life wheel, and he took the path of 'golden pill without dragon pattern'.
But his seven small dantians are no different from the dantians of normal monks. At this time, on the spiritual lake of the seven small dantians, all began to condense the 'life wheel' in one breath.
The life wheel of a monk is divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower.
The strength of the life wheel is related to the cultivator's 'golden elixir dragon pattern, natal instrument, and Tiangang'.
Song Shuhang's seven small golden pills are almost all of the strength of the 'nine dragon pattern golden pill'. Even if some of them are alien pills without dragon patterns, they are definitely not weaker than the nine-dragon pattern golden pills.
And the natal magic weapon... two sets of thirty-three beast combination magic tools, unprecedented.
As for Tiangang...
The Tiangang captured last time was marinated into the 'Thunder Tribulation' and added to the 'Braised Heavenly Tribulation' package, which was delicious.
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I, Daichi, was beaten up by a monthly pass last time, and this time I asked for a monthly pass for treatment.
Finally caught up. These two chapters were coded in the car on the way back, just before I got home. So, upload at the same time.
On the first day of the beginning of the month, fairies, fellow Taoists, happy holidays~~