Chapter 1655: Burning the Piano to Make a Cocoon Is Not to Tie Oneself up, the Butterfly Flutters Its Wings to Shake the Mountains and Rivers

Chapter 1659: Fenqin is not trapped in a cocoon, a butterfly flaps its wings to shake the mountains and rivers

"So, this is your plan?"

"He advances, you retreat, he retreats, you advance, just to tease Ai Cangsheng?"

In the ruins of the gods, while moving his fists and feet, Sang Lao turned his head and looked at his beloved disciple in front of him with hesitation.

Thanks to my beloved disciple, I was reborn again.

The reborn fire mystery semi-saint, he realized the truth in the ruins of the gods at the beginning, and also mastered the variant of the dragon melting and burning of the soul, the sleeveless and red scorched hand.

Sang Lao was very satisfied with this life.

He stroked his new body, and he felt the smooth touch again after a long time.

This new body has fair skin, which is so soft that it can be blown away, and it is so perfect that there is only one flaw left.

Touching his head, the little bald head is still not cured.

The excessive work in Fenqin before seems to have caused not temporary physical damage, but permanent mental damage.

"What a pity..."

Sang Lao just sighed.

Soon, he withdrew his mind and stopped indulging in his beautiful body.

Red-faced skeleton.

No matter how beautiful his skin and flesh are, once the sleeveless·red-burnt hand or sleeveless·red-burnt body is used, he will soon return to his previous withered physical state.

Sometimes, Sang Lao also envied the second-generation thorough mind of the Eight Masters of Sword Mind, Mei Siren Sword Elephant, and Uncrazy Killing God Domain, which only hurt the inside and not the skin.

But on second thought, he at least mastered the thorough mind, and also held a hand of power comparable to the ancestral source, waiting to be used at the right time.

And some people...

Turning his head to the side to look at the water ghost who woke up but was still dying, Sang Lao felt satisfied.

Some people can't even learn the thorough mind, and their bodies are even more fragile.

What's wrong with the side effects of the sleeveless·red-burnt hand that I have comprehended?

It's already great!

…

"In my opinion, it's more than just a joke, right?"

On one side, the water ghost slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and held a holy medicine with his trembling hands, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy.

He didn't dare to eat it directly, because he had just recovered from a serious injury, and even his body had just been repaired.

If he took a big medicine in a rush, he would probably not be able to bear it and die from over-supplementation.

Looking at Xu Xiaoshou standing on the top of the holy mountain in the space mirror in front of him, and then looking back at the second real Xu Xiaoshou in front of him, the water ghost couldn't help but say:

"What do you want to do?"

Everyone smiled, but smiled without saying anything.

This deity is now on the top of the holy mountain, respected by thousands of people. The one who came into the ruins of the gods is naturally him who was originally in the southern region.

But after a while, you can let this deity in, and he will love the people when he goes out.

Seeing that Xu Xiaoshou looked a little too conceited, the water ghost hesitated for a moment and decided to give a piece of advice that might be unpleasant to the ear:

"Even if it's really a joke, you have to be careful of the degree. After all, Ai Cangsheng is still the Tenth Throne. If you can't hold it back and explode..."

Before he finished speaking, Old Sang shook his head and interrupted:

"Ai Cangsheng won't explode."

"So no matter what you want to do, as long as the Holy Mountain hasn't welcomed Old Yu back, step on him hard and don't show mercy!"

The water ghost was shocked and thought to himself, is this really an objective suggestion? Isn't there some little emotion of revenge mixed in it?

Old Sang looked at his beloved disciple very seriously:

"I don't have any personal emotions. I just know that if Ai Cangsheng is not stupid, he can only swallow his anger."

"Even if he is stupid and wants to explode..."

"Xu Xiaoshou, pay attention to the 'little people' coming and going in the Holy Mountain. Dao Qiongcang doesn't want to see you win a great victory. He only wants to see both sides lose."

"So he, or Yue Gongli, and some people who suddenly woke up in the Holy Mountain, will remind Ai Cangsheng to be patient!"

"And you..."

After a pause, Old Sang showed a fierce look on his face: "Xu Xiaoshou, you don't have to worry about anything. Step on him as hard as you can. It's a great opportunity. Don't show mercy!"

The water ghost was silent. He hadn't thought of this yet.

Jinren was shocked. You are good, old man Sang. When I came up with that plan, I felt that I was influenced by the old Taoist priest and became dirty.

You really don't want to show any mercy?

"I will."

Jinren nodded, indicating that he would convey the master's opinion to me.

The water ghost quickly put aside the matter.

Relying on Xu Xiaoshou himself, plus the help of Fenqin boss.

The two of them have been able to make the overall situation and some details that may not be well thought out clear.

The role of "think tank" that he can play is minimal, so the water ghost simply turned to another angle and asked:

"Have you mastered the method of leaving the ruins of the gods from somewhere else?"

Jinren saw the light in the eyes of the two people, and he already understood the true meaning of this question, but he could only shake his head and said regretfully:

"There are other ways."

"But this method is currently only available to me. If you want to go out, you have to rely on the way of guidance and return from the original place."

Glancing at Cao Erzhu who was still practicing: "He is also."

The water ghost opened his mouth, as if he wanted to find out the truth, but Master Shou is no longer the same as before, and he is afraid of asking some secrets.

Jinren was not so shy, and took the initiative to explain: "Unless you all practice the mysteries of the three ways of birth, spirit, and mind."

The water ghost's head buzzed when he heard it, and he immediately gave up the unrealistic idea.

So the method of "faking death" that Xu Xiaoshou mentioned to escape from the ruins of the gods is so difficult?

"Dao Qiongcang seems to have other ideas..."

Before he finished speaking, Jinren smiled and replied:

"Dao Qiongcang was thinking at the time to completely refine your souls into the kind of instrument spirits I described and take them out."

"I can do this now, do you think?"

The water ghost was speechless.

It turns into a weak weapon spirit and goes out, then breaks away from the restrictions of the "vessel" in the outside world, reshapes the physical body, and slowly returns to the realm of cultivation.

People are out.

It can be considered as surviving.

Daoji is half-wasted.

Maybe it takes a hundred years to regain the semi-holy combat power, but I'm afraid there's no chance of making any further progress in this life, and a hundred years...

Compared to the overall situation, the day lilies are cold!

Instead of doing this, it is better to stay at the ruins of God.

After Xu Xiaoshou has finished acting as a demon outside, he can restrain Ai Cangsheng elsewhere and the few people here can return safely along the same route.

"Don't think about it."

Mr. Sang waved his hand and glanced at the water ghost with disgust, "You can think about things, but he won't think about it thoroughly? Don't even look at whose disciple he is!"

Water Ghost: "..."

Okay, okay, you masters and disciples, you are amazing.

For no reason, he kept talking about his incompetent son in his mind. It was so different!

…

"When the time comes, I will go out."

After a period of silence in which "each one has his own agenda", Sang Lao suddenly looked at his apprentice and spoke in a deep voice.

The water ghost's eyes moved from Cen Qiaofu who had not yet woken up. His face was gloomy and he was silent. He didn't know whether it was because of Cen Qiaofu or because of Sang Lao's words.

Are you going in to attract attention... Even everyone probably knows what trick the Fenqin boss was thinking about just now, and he said helplessly: "Where to come from?"

"Dead Sea!"

"talk later."

Jin Ren waved his hands, not wanting to talk about the rest of the matter, because he could handle everything himself, so there was no need.

He decided to take over with me, and he used his passive points and passive skills to accumulate a lot.

"return!"

However, Sang Lao's decision was very firm. He shouted and called the traitor back. Then he looked at him and the water ghost and said calmly:

"If I delay returning to the Dead Sea, it means that 'containment' does not exist."

"In this case, Ai Cangsheng may choose to give it a try, suddenly pull you into the divine court, and quickly resolve the battle."

Divine Court?

Jinren's eyes twitched, and he thought of the Dark Divine Court, the Ranming Divine Court, and the Ruins of the Ancestor of Art.

But these are either prototypes of the divine court, or they are only barely activated, borrowing some of their power.

"Shenting!"

"And complete!"

Sang Lao's words were concise and concise, because he knew that Xu Xiaoshou understood the meaning of these two sentences, but he felt uneasy after he finished speaking, so he explained a few more sentences seriously:

"I don't know the specifics."

"But the Holy Continent is the territory of the five Holy Emperors' families. The secret realms of the Five Holy Emperors can evolve into the Five Great Divine Courts when necessary. It is possible to borrow it from Ai Cangsheng."

"If you really have to, you have to beware of the 'Resurgence of the Ten Ancestors'. This is the fundamental reason why Zui Yin only dares to accumulate power by swallowing half-saints in the ruins of God, and does not dare to enter the Holy Continent."

"In short, don't let down your guard. Just know that they have many, many, very strong trump cards."

Everyone nodded.

He knows this.

He doesn't have many trump cards and isn't strong. He's as crazy as the Eight Masters and as strong as the Holy Slave. He won't be suppressed for that long.

The gods and ghosts are unpredictable in the sky, and it is not necessary to hibernate in the Holy Mountain for more than thirty years. Only now have they dared to go south and take advantage of the chaos to raise a Tianji Divine Sect.

Even if only half of the ten lords united, they could have overthrown the rule of the five holy emperor families - but this has not happened so far, which shows something.

This time I returned to the Holy Spirit Continent. Because I have experienced the evil spirit, I have been secretly guarding against these things.

And I don’t think that the Holy Emperors of the five great Holy Emperor families in the Holy God Continent, even if there are low-level Holy Emperors among them, will be weaker than the evil spirit of the Relic of God.

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On the contrary, or even more, it is possible!

This can be seen early in the Tianxuan Sect from the timid and rat-like behavior of the miscellaneous Saint Emperor Feng Yujin.

"The Tenth Ancestor Resurrected..."

Jinren murmured softly and looked at Old Man Sang uncertainly, wanting to know how well he had recovered.

The evil kind?

Or, full recovery?

I have to say, it’s simply unimaginable!

Mr. Sang shrugged: "The price must be high."

Therefore, the possibility of complete recovery cannot be ruled out... Although everyone was secretly stunned when they heard such a tactful answer, they said they could understand it.

A person who could write the "Guan Sword Canon" thirty years ago, could the Five Holy Emperors really be able to suppress his talent?

Ligers walk alone.

It must be a great "great terror" to force the Eight Lords to be the kind of inevitable loners and want to establish the Holy Slaves. With the help of the power of Fenqin, Huacao Pavilion and other forces, they secretly united with the other ten people to spend three days. For more than ten years, I have been so shameless that I even wanted to snatch the famous sword from the hand of the little girl Su Qianqian. Do you want to go against the will and change your fate?

"It's not like that yet."

Sang Lao smiled and felt that Xu Xiaoshou was a little unfounded.

After all, this is the most extreme and worst situation, and none of the Eight Masters ever encountered it back then.

"If you want to return to the Dead Sea, you only have one chance." Jinren returned to the topic.

"Um."

Mr. Sang understood very well.

When the person returns, Ai Cangsheng is absolutely well prepared and there is no way he will be allowed to return to the ruins of God through the way of guidance.

By then, if Xu Xiaoshou failed to rush to rescue in time, he would basically be useless.

"But I still want to go back!"

Sang Lao naturally knows how to play the easiest chess path, but it is obvious that his ambition is not that small:

"Holy slave, there will be a decisive battle with Guizhe Holy Mountain one day."

"In the past, I would never dream that Dao Qiong Cang would one day leave the Holy Mountain."

"So, this opportunity now... is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

After a pause, Sang Lao stood up, put his hands behind his back, and paced back and forth on the ruined battlefield of the God's Ruins, as if he had rehearsed the plan countless times in his mind over the past thirty years, and casually said the plan:

"If I return to the Dead Sea, the ladder to heaven will be broken, the Holy Emperor will appear, the order of the five domains will collapse, and everyone will be in danger."

"If I return to the Dead Sea, ghost beasts will appear, chaos will come, and all seas will be shocked and support will be given."

"If I return to the Dead Sea, the Eight Venerables will arrive, the Void Island will descend, and the black and white veins will come out in full force.

"If I return to the Dead Sea, the Holy Huan Temple will be built, the Holy Xuanmen beasts will roar, and the saints of all races will spare no effort. "

"If I return to the Dead Sea..." Sang Lao stopped and laughed: "Actually, I will enter the Dead Sea. "

"That was the point where Ba Zun'an and I broke up. He felt that it was unnecessary to do so. He could just break through from the outside and kill his way into the secret realms of the five great Saint Emperors."

"I think that this is the only way to go against the will of heaven. We must take root inside, connect the inside and the outside, and use the turmoil in the Dead Sea as a guide to radiate to the situation of all races on and off the ladder."

So...

The arrow in the Eight Palaces was also sent into the Dead Sea by chance?

Even if there is no Eight Palaces, there are ways to enter the Dead Sea in the Nine Palaces and the Ten Palaces?

So...

After returning to the Dead Sea from the Ruins of God, Old Sang will still make trouble in the Dead Sea. How will he make trouble?

After going around in circles, I thought I had escaped the layout of the Saint Slave, but when I looked back, I found that I was still in the plan of Ba Zun'an and Old Man Sang?

"Hiss! "

Jinren's pupils trembled.

He never expected that Elder Sang would suddenly say this.

From his perspective now, how weak is Elder Sang?

The secret half-saint can be destroyed at will. Compared with the five great Saint Emperor families, he is even more insignificant like an insect.

But the weak insect made a cocoon and bound itself in the Dead Sea.

What he wants now is to take advantage of the relics of God to turn into a butterfly, flap his wings, and set off a storm in the Holy Land?

Jinren looked at the water ghost suddenly.

He found that although the water ghost looked surprised, he clearly did not look surprised, as if he had expected it.

No, you guys make me, the new second-in-command of the Saint Slave, look like an outsider!

Jinren asked hurriedly: "What do you want to do?"

Old Sang smiled and turned back: "We have the same idea."

"...Bullshit! Such a big thing, no matter what, you have to tell me what I need to do in it, so that we can cooperate, right? "Everyone's eyes widened, at a loss, and they hurriedly transferred their own will to deal with this matter.

Old Sang smiled without saying a word and sat down on a big rock.

He raised one leg, leaned on his elbow, crossed his fingers on his chest, and slightly curled his lips:

"No need."

"No matter how things change, they still remain the same."

From Tiansang Ling Palace to the Ruins of God...

From the Holy Slave Wuxiu to the Burning Piano and Cooking Cranes...

Xu Xiaoshou has heard too many stories about Old Man Sang from people, storytellers, Ba Zun'an, Aunt Xiang...

Until today, until this moment, he really saw the determination and madness of the former dark intelligence world master from this slightly bald old man.

Old Sang pointed to the gray sky of the Ruins of God:

"Sui Yin is a variable, and you have ended the variable."

He pointed to the space mirror summoned by everyone, and pointed to the people who were rioting in Guizhe Holy Mountain above:

"Dao Qiongcang is a variable, and you have also changed the variable. "

He pointed to the opposite side, to his beloved disciple, to Xu Xiaoshou:

"You are even more of a variable, a completely unpredictable and uncontrollable variable."

After a pause, Sang Lao lowered his head, shook his head and laughed softly, his baldness shining:

"But if I didn't have the heart to contact the variables, the fire of Jin Zhao wouldn't have randomly chosen from the five domains for decades, and I wouldn't have chosen you by chance when I returned to the Spirit Palace once."

"If I didn't have the heart to control the variables, Jin Zhao Tian Fen would be your final answer, and I wouldn't go to see Ba ​​Zun'an again because of you to ask for the other half of the Ten-segment Sword Finger. "

Old Sang raised his head and looked at the gray sky.

After reshaping his body and losing the dark circles under his eyes, his eyes did not look as deep as before.

But the depth of the dark circles was fake. At this moment, the depth in his eyes seemed to be able to hold the vast galaxy:

"The Void Island has been laid out for a hundred years, and the general trend is already like this..."

"If you are not in the White Cave, I will go there in person..."

"There are water ghosts planning in the Lonely Sound Cliff, and the Four God Pillars are not waiting for you..."

"There are still candidates in the Four Symbols Secret Realm, you are stronger than Lei Shuangxing..."

Old Sang mentioned a lot of variables, but all the variables, even if there are accidents, can still be controlled.

-In fact, if there are no accidents in the variables, it is not called a variable!

And coming here, this game is still under control. Obviously, as Old Sang's eyes are cast, Xu Xiaoshou realized...

He will be handed over to himself.

"You became a disciple in Tiansang Linggong for one night, and I told you about Ehu and the cage. "Old Sang's eyes were filled with reminiscence.

"Layer after layer of cages, nested and combined, are the five regions of the continent I want to tell you about, the Heaven Ladder Saint Emperor."

"At that time, you threw a stone into the lake, and it was shocking. I took it as a joke, but I put it into a beautiful vision, hoping that it would be true."

Old Sang smiled and touched his ungrown beard, and said self-deprecatingly:

"Is there a day when my dream will come true?"

He was obviously very satisfied with this apprentice.

Even before, during, and after becoming a disciple, there were actually many unsatisfactory things.

But life is not absolutely perfect. As it has developed to this point, Old Sang is very satisfied.

"Now everything is ready. Even Dao Qiong Cang can't plot against you. Why should I worry about you?"

Old Sang looked back at the space mirror and looked at Guizhe Holy Mountain:

"Do whatever you want to do."

"If you are worried, I won't tell you these things today."

"When the time is right..."

Old Sang got up from the big rock, clenched his fist, and did not use the sleeveless·red scorched hand to show his strength.

He wanted to enjoy the beautiful body shaped by his beloved disciple for a while.

"When the time is right, I will return to the Dead Sea and enter the game with my body."

"All kinds of changes are like water flowing eastward, just let it go."

"The rest of the matter will be left to you."

After listening, Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, with mixed feelings in his heart, and had a lot to say.

He thought that if he didn't fight, but just played with Ai Cangsheng, he would be invincible.

You can also brush up your passive value, slowly use your passive skills, and grow stronger little by little.

I never thought that the trend would be unstoppable!

The direction you are heading is still the direction of the Holy Slave - the stone broke the sky in the lake, but it is still in the lake!

Old Sang, you have to do something more exciting in the middle...

Can you do it?

You are just a half-saint of the secret!

Do you really think you are a show-off Taoist?

But before he could dissuade him, Xu Xiaoshou thought of the phrase "once in a lifetime" - if he didn't do it at this time, what if the show-off Taoist really intervened and stood on the side of the Holy Mountain...

Old Sang saw that Xu Xiaoshou's face was livid and uncertain, and smiled and waved his hand:

"Don't worry, it's not that urgent."

"I'm still here, and the initiative is in our hands."

He pointed back to the Holy Mountain in the space mirror, raised his eyebrows, and said:

"You still have time, but not much."