I have a passive skill.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils trembled.

This……

Is it the roar of Yu Lingdi?

This crying voice is Yu Lingdi begging for mercy?

At this moment, he suddenly understood what Sang Lao was talking about just now.

That kind of temperature that can steam the world, all gathered in one body, the gathered high temperature, I am afraid that Sang Lao's body at this moment is the core of the sun.

If he didn't show it, it doesn't mean that Yu Lingdi, a Jie Shuixiu, can also endure such pain like him without changing his face!

Xu Xiaoshou shuddered, a little afraid to look at the old man with grass hat.

This is the devil!

The devil, the devil!

Mr. Sang didn't know much about Yu Lingdi's miserable cry. He was still teaching, and still tapped Xu Xiaoshou's shoulder with that finger.

"When the poison enters the body, the first thing we need to do is not panic."

"Chaos is the emotion that other people should have."

"After all, the alchemist should be happy when the medicine entered the alchemy cauldron. How could he lose his sense of proportion?"

"Yeah." Xu Xiaoshou nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Old Sang smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, this is the first time you have encountered such a situation, and it is also the first time this old man has taught you this way."

"This medicine, since you use yourself as the furnace and your body as the cauldron."

"Similarly, regard the muscles, bones, and veins as the rules of heaven and earth. In the small world of the human body, you are the master, and you have the power to control everything."

"Anything you can imagine, come true."

"Just like..."

"The old man wants this liquid medicine, come here, it will come here."

As Old Sang said, he moved his finger to the right.

"what--"

The growl grows louder.

The fingertips were bubbling, and a small twisted water ball was struggling, but it was burned by the white flames and could not jump up.

The water mass was whistling and steaming, as if the elixir was undergoing a difficult purification process.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't imagine it, this is Yu Lingdi!

After entering Sang Lao's body for such a short time, this guy has already been refined into a "pure Prana Yu Lingdi"!

"Or here."

Old Sang lowered his right hand and stretched out his left palm.

"Hisss!!!"

A drop of water formed in the palm of the hand, and Yu Lingdi could only roar and babble, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't understand it at all.

"understand?"

Elder Sang squeezed his palm, and the roar disappeared.

Everything was silent, except for the faint sound of burning.

The master teaches, and the disciple is serious.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou's world view was refreshed. He wiped off the cold sweat that had been caused by watching him all the way, only to feel the blood start to boil all over his body, and he nodded heavily.

"understood."

It turns out that I'm not cruel enough... Xu Xiaoshou added this sentence in his mind.

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Chapter 6 I don't know anything Wow!

brush!

A blue light and shadow in the void stopped, glanced far away in the direction of advancement, then retracted his gaze, and glanced to the other side.

"Long Rongjie, Bai Yan, Sang Qiye..."

Gou Wuyue knew that that old opponent was declaring war again.

According to the trend of this white flame burning, I am afraid that the longer the time drags on, the more serious the defeat of Bai Yi will be.

And if he chooses to fight, then he will definitely lose his target, as well as Haitanger, the first eight masters of the Holy Slave.

"Choose one or the other?"

Gou Wuyue hesitated slightly.

Rationally speaking, he tends to give up the white-clothed troops for the sake of the mission, and continue to follow in the footsteps of the eight masters until he wins it.

According to the situation of that guy sealing the sword, this may be the only chance for the Holy Spirit Palace!

But in the same way, strong emotions urged Gou Wuyue.

The favor of the eight masters, the casualties in Bai Yi, the invitation to fight by Sang Qiye...

It seems that at this moment, apart from the option of fighting, I have nothing else to say.

"People, there are still fewer people coming!"

Gou Wuyue sighed lightly.

Or to put it another way, it's not that there are fewer people coming to the Holy Spirit Hall.

But the support of Sheng Slave this time is really beyond everyone's expectations.

Almost half of the giants of the Saint Slave team, and even the leaders scattered all over the place, came over.

Just to deal with the troops and manpower dispatched by a storyteller, plus the subsequent reinforcements that were forced to call in after discovering that there was an extra head of the holy slave, they couldn't withstand this sudden situation at all.

Need more troops...

Not to mention that I didn't know the current situation at that time.

Based on the information at that time alone, it was impossible to call anyone, and it was impossible for the Temple of the Holy Spirit to give it.

The most important thing is that the headquarters, after getting the first-hand information on the manpower of the four major battle domains, still has not come to support for a long time.

This already explains the problem very well.

"A test..."

Gou Wuyue silently stared in the direction of the center point of the Baiyan outbreak.

He knew that his loyalty to the Holy God Hall and whether the other party would really trust him, after all, he had to get a glimpse of it in this battle.

Although he said that he was the day he became famous and re-entered the Holy Spirit Hall.

It is normal for outsiders to speculate whether there is something wrong with his mind.

Can……

"I would have turned my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch."

Gou Wuyue knew that this time, it might be difficult for her to be loyal.

Soushan's seven hundred white clothes did not appear for a long time.

I have only met a few along the way.

That means, the storyteller has already made a move in secret.

But these, no one notices, no one knows!

Rather than chasing after the eight masters who may not have a follow-up, Gou Wuyue is even more convinced of Sang Qiye's determination to fight!

As long as this battle is accepted, the storyteller dares to trap the white clothes, and will never dare to hurt the white clothes.

As for the five holy slaves, it is very likely that only one will be left in the end, and that is also a helpless way.

The headquarters does not support, which of the guys of the holy slaves is easy to mess with?

As long as there is no record, follow-up...

"Follow-up, it should be a test again!"

Gou Wuyue knew the difficulty of all of this, but she couldn't explain it at all.

The result of this battle is given up, and no one will listen to his explanation!

Thinking of this, Gou Wuyue burst out laughing, without any further hesitation, she disappeared in a flash.

He gave up chasing Ba Zunwen, but flew to the direction where Sang Qiye was.

Since there is no way to explain it, then follow your heart!

……

the other side.

"coming."

Elder Sang tilted his head to look in a certain direction, his eyes were a little more relieved and dignified.

"What?"

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled, he was still wondering if Yu Lingdi, who had completely lost his voice in Sang Lao's body, was really dead.

Or, at the last moment, whether this guy will be like back then.

Appeared from a certain place, let out that infiltrating weird smile, and said "I'm teasing you".

"No."

Sang Lao didn't explain, but came back to his senses after this little episode, looked in front of him and said: "Xu Xiaoshou, the old man asked you, have you joined the Holy Slave?"

"Ah."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded, not intending to disregard the relationship.

Maybe this kind of thing can't be said to others, but to Sang Lao, the most reassuring thing is that there is no need to lie.

"Ugh……"

The old man sighed, shook his head silently, and did not speak.

"Can't you?"

Xu Xiaoshou asked rhetorically, "I asked you about the Saint Slave before, but you didn't say a word. What's your reaction now, can't you add... ouch!"

With a bang, Old Man Sang knuckles his head hard, and Xu Xiaoshou let out a cry of pain.

"Attack, passive value, +1."

Old Sang was disappointed.

"If you have to, it's really not the time."

"Before this old man accepted you as his apprentice, what he was most afraid of was that your identity would be exposed before you grew up, so even your identity was kept secret."

"Later, I fell in love with your junior sister. A large part of the reason was because I wanted to make a good show, so as not to expose the future..."

After a pause, Elder Sang added: "Of course, there is also a reason why your junior sister is equally talented.

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

At this moment, he really wanted to release the little junior sister who was in the Yuan Mansion, and let her listen to these words carefully.

Sang Lao seems to have opened up the chatter box, he is no longer like the hesitating and haw-whispering when asking questions in the Spirit Palace, and he did not say a word, but continued uninterruptedly:

"To join the Holy Slave, you must have had contact with the Eight Masters, and have a general understanding of the general situation of this organization."

"As for the identity of the old man, you should also be clear about it."

"I didn't let you get in touch before, and even wanted to cut off all your curiosity and interest in the holy slave, because I was afraid that you would get in touch too deeply and be spotted too early."

"Thinking about it now, alas, man is not as good as God..."