Chapter 547 88888 Voices!
The twisted tentacle failed in its sneak attack and hit a small golden shield. ⊙. ⊙
The spirit ghost is hidden in Song Shuhang's mind. It uses the spirit ghost's unique special sensing ability to help Shuhang sense everything around him. When the tentacles hit, the spirit ghost took the initiative to activate the golden shield to block the blow for Shuhang.
But the next moment, hundreds of suckers appeared again on the twisted tentacles.
The suction cup firmly adhered to the small golden shield, shrinking and expanding, and the spirit ghost's talented golden shield was also converted into pure energy, which was absorbed by the glowing jellyfish.
Even the defensive golden shield formed by the innate ability will be absorbed!
"I'm not afraid that you will move, but I'm afraid that you won't move! Fire control, the maximum fire power, let me burn it!" Song Shuhang gritted his teeth, activated the fire control with all his strength, and controlled the burning of the 'holy flame'.
He hoped that it would cause the luminous jellyfish to move even more, so that he could have a chance to escape.
"Zizzizi." At this time, the luminous jellyfish made a sound. After absorbing the energy of the ghost ghost's golden shield, all its tentacles retracted and regained their cocoon shape.
Then, it remained motionless, letting the 'holy flame' burn on the surface of its tentacles. Then, it opened its suction cup and began to leisurely absorb and transform the energy of the holy flame.
Song Shuhang: "..."
He reluctantly stopped the fire-bending technique, and then stimulating the 'holy flame' would only replenish the opponent's energy, which was a waste of effort.
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Song Shuhang remained motionless, thinking hard about the way to escape.
He didn't move, and neither did the jellyfish's tentacles.
But when Shuhang couldn't hold back and wanted to use the 'Turtle Breath Technique', those tentacles would quickly stretch out and absorb the 'Turtle Breath Technique' talisman on Shuhang's hand.
If this continues, Shuhang may be suffocated to death.
[No, it’s not possible. Without Turtle Breathing Technique, it’s close to the limit. ] Song Shuhang secretly said.
At this moment, the cocoon surrounding him moved. The tentacles inside it opened small openings and began to spray out clouds of white mist. Is it moist air?
Cutting off his 'Turtle Breathing Technique' and releasing air to him at the same time? What does this glowing jellyfish want to do?
Is there something wrong with the air?
Hidden poison gas or something?
But at this time...Song Shuhang had no other choice.
Of course, he didn't directly breathe greedily.
He first took out a Star 5 version of the 'Daohe Pill' given by Senior Guhuguan from the one-inch shrink bag. This is a healing elixir for oral administration and has a good detoxification effect.
After Shuhang held the Dao He Dan in his mouth, he took a careful breath... If there was a problem with the air released by the luminous jellyfish, he could immediately take the 'Dao He Dan' to detoxify it.
Exhale the turbid air from the body, and then perform a breathing cycle.
Fresh air enters the body and moisturizes the lungs that are suffocated to the point of exploding.
At this moment, Shuhang felt a full sense of happiness in his heart.
The air is pure and no toxins are felt in it.
Just to be on the safe side...Song Shuhang still chose to swallow the 'Dao He Dan'. No matter whether it is poisonous or not, the medicine cannot be stopped.
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Just when Song Shuhang took the 'Daohe Pill', a severe dizziness suddenly surged into his brain. Shuhang felt that his mind went blank and the world was spinning.
The next moment, his body went limp and he became unconscious.
‘Zizzizi. ’ The glowing jellyfish makes a strange sound, which sounds like a bad smile.
Then, maintaining its cocoon shape, it carefully dragged Song Shuhang over and brought it to the side of the body... Then, a mouth opened on the jellyfish and swallowed Shuhang whole.
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After an unknown amount of time, Song Shuhang woke up from his coma.
[I fell into a coma after taking the medicine. It didn’t follow the routine at all. ]
After opening his eyes, he quickly looked around and found himself in a strange place.
Surrounded by countless glass mirrors, countless Shuhangs are reflected in the mirrors. In this space composed of glass mirrors, there is gravity and air.
In addition, there was an irregular black sphere looming three meters away from him.
The black ball emits a faint fluorescent light, illuminating this strange glass mirror space.
"What kind of place is this?" Song Shuhang asked.
He turned his head and looked around, and the 'him' in the countless mirrors around him also turned his head and looked at him...
In the entire space, there are only mirrors.
And there's that black glowing sphere.
"Did that glowing jellyfish send me here?" Song Shuhang thought for a while, took out his sword and stabbed the black sphere.
Just like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water, when the Tyrannical Blade struck the black sphere, it passed directly through its shell.
"An illusory thing?" Song Shuhang raised his eyebrows and was about to take back the sword.
But at this moment, the black sphere followed the sword and rolled towards Song Shuhang.
It is not an illusory thing. Song Shuhang cannot touch the black sphere, but the black sphere can touch Song Shuhang and the knife.
The black ball rolled extremely fast. Shuhang didn't even make a move to withdraw the knife. The black ball had already come into contact with his fingers.
The next moment... countless things were poured into Song Shuhang's brain from this black sphere.
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In Shuhang's mind, 88,888 voices sounded at the same time, constantly reciting some content that Shuhang could not understand at all.
There were too many voices, intertwined together, and turned into a buzzing sound. Song Shuhang couldn't tell what these voices were chanting.
He felt as if his head was going to explode. Even when he listened to the singing voice of Dharma King Creation at close range, it had not been such a big impact.
But the damn thing is, he actually knew these sounds clearly, 88888 in total! One is not too much and the other is not too little.
"Is this a trap?" Song Shuhang held his head with both hands. He felt as if he had been struck by a divine fist [you are already dead]. His head was rapidly filling with blood and was about to explode at any moment.
If it is really a trap, then the person who set this trap must have obsessive-compulsive disorder! Just 88888, a trap to take home
[No, my head is going to explode. If I let these voices continue to read like this, I will definitely go crazy! ]
Song Shuhang stretched out his fist and wanted to punch himself in the head to see if he could faint.
But... just as this thought came to his mind, the 88888 voices in his mind suddenly became louder, and the chanting speed tripled.
Song Shuhang's head was instantly overloaded, and his whole body was stuck. His body seemed to have been hit by a 'body-holding spell', unable to move.
Those 88888 voices continued to chant rapidly, filling Song Shuhang's head with the inexplicable content.
As a result, Shuhang couldn't think of anything in his mind. He had a look of dementia and could only passively listen to the 88888 voices.
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In the world of cultivation, there are some special Taoist techniques and exercises that contain powerful laws of heaven and earth and the principles of the great truth. This peerless skill and extraordinary Taoist technique cannot be recorded in words. Even if they are forcibly recorded in words, they will be directly erased by the power of the laws of heaven and earth...
It is extremely difficult to pass down such peerless skills and extraordinary Taoism.
Some exercises that contain a small amount of 'Laws of Heaven and Earth, Great Ways' can also be recorded using means such as 'Jade Slips for Transferring Exercises' for future generations to understand.
But some exercises that contain the complete "laws and avenues of heaven and earth" cannot even be recorded on the jade slips. Even the creators of exercises and Taoism find it difficult to pass them on to their disciples in ‘language’.
As a result, many precious Taoist techniques and peerless skills were lost because they could not be recorded.
In order to record their peerless skills and Taoism, powerful monks in ancient times worked hard.
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Time passed by minute by minute.
In the end, it took a full 45 hours, almost two days.
The 88888 voices in my mind finally came to an end!
As they drank in unison, the buzzing sound that lasted for 45 hours finally ended.
Song Shuhang's whole body collapsed to the ground.
The next moment, blood continued to flow from his eyes, nostrils, ears, and mouth.
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Another day has passed.
Song Shuhang woke up again.
I had a splitting headache, but there was a cool breath coming from between my eyebrows.
Song Shuhang propped up his body, feeling the soreness of hunger in his stomach. He quickly opened his 'one-inch shrinking bag', took out the Bigu Pill and swallowed it.
Bigu Dan can provide different nutrients depending on its quality.
Ordinary fasting pills can provide nutrients for an ordinary person for a month. A first-grade monk can take it for ten days, while a second-grade monk can only last four or five days.
The Bigu Pill in Song Shuhang's hand was a gift from Su Clan's Sixteenth. Each pill is enough for a first-grade monk to use for more than two months, and a second-grade monk can also use it for about a month.
Su Clan's The Sixteenth originally wanted to give Shuhang a higher-quality Bigu Pill, but at that time, Song Shuhang's cultivation level was not high enough, and the Bigu Pill's quality was too high, which would make him suffer.
But now... After Song Shuhang took the Bigu Pill, he still felt hungry and painful in his stomach.
He took out another Bigu Pill and drank it.
And then another...and another.
After taking eight Bigu Pills in a row, he felt seventy percent full.
"How long have I been unconscious? Why am I so hungry?" Song Shuhang murmured, while looking up at the mirror beside him.
His face in the mirror was pale and lifeless.
There were also dried blood marks at the corners of his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears.
What concerned him even more was that the color of bronze flashed from time to time between his eyebrows. The color of the bronze was the result of his spiritual power skyrocketing again, and the quantitative change led to a qualitative change, bringing about the vision.
This is no longer the spiritual power that second-grade monks can possess.
Song Shuhang had recently acquired a lot of knowledge about the monk's 'physique' and 'mental power'. He knew that the spiritual power of this bronze was a symbol of spiritual power reaching the third level.
"The trouble is big." Song Shuhang took a breath. (To be continued.)