The 2043rd Chapter Master Song Surnamed Trial Officer

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Have a ghost!

Wasn't this the line of a Confucian saint when I had a nightmare yesterday?

"Sister Bailong, knock me hard!" Song Shuhang turned his head and said to Sister Bailong - he wondered if he had unknowingly fallen into some kind of illusion and was having a nightmare.

"Why? Your illness has finally occurred?" Bai Long asked.

Song Shuhang said: "I suspect that I'm having a nightmare now, hit me and try, but don't hit me too hard..."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength." Sister Bai Long waved her small paw and answered Song Shuhang, while she did not forget her job of translating the repeater.

"I'll come." Senior White said, he pointed at Song Shuhang's forehead and flicked gently.

boom~~

A Hong Zhong Dalu's voice exploded, and Song Shuhang's head was ejected, hitting the dragon.

"I'm going!" Shenlong's claw hurriedly caught Song Shuhang's head - this white saint shot so terrifying? After agreeing to start lightly, don't hit too hard, but with a flick of your finger, the head of Daoist Tyrannical Song was snapped off?

"It hurts." Song Shuhang's magical hair fluttered, one of which condensed into a palm, and rubbed his forehead.

This kind of pain in the flesh, the real feedback from the flesh, is telling Song Shuhang that he is not having nightmares, this is the real world - for Song Shuhang, the master of pain, the pain of the flesh, the pain of the soul, the pain of the spirit and the dream The pain is different, he can easily tell the difference.

Sister Bai Long was very professional in translating Song Shuhang's screaming voice to Shenlong.

Shenlong looked at Xuansheng Tyrant Song in his claws and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

At this time, Song Shuhang's twenty hairy arms opened to the left and right, like two wings, and fluttered - then, he flapped his arms and wings like this, flew back to his wooden body, and planted his head. go back.

This coquettish operation almost flashed to Shenlong's waist again.

"Senior Long... Do you know a Confucian saint?" Song Shuhang asked aloud.

If this is not a nightmare, then he suspects that there is a leg between the dragon and the Confucian saint.

"The sage of the ancient times, who doesn't know, who doesn't know? At that time, there was also an immortal in our beast cultivation world. She went to the world to challenge the Confucian sage and came back crying after being beaten." Shenlong said slowly.

As it spoke, it fell into memory, and its tone was full of vicissitudes. This kind of existence spanning thousands of years, once caught in memory, will create this kind of aura.

This is the taste of the years.

Song Shuhang, on the other hand, looked at Sister Bailong next to him, the pavilion master Chu on the top of his head, and the beauty of the snake and the fairy of good fortune. It is the same existence that has survived from ancient times to the present, and these people have no taste of time at all.

When Pavilion Master Chu was in the 'Clear Water Pavilion', it was better. Although lazy, it still gives people a feeling of waste beauty. There will be a sense of history. But since the 'Clear Water Pavilion' was inherited by the two pavilion masters Chu, she has put down her burden, and now it is difficult to even see the side of the waste beauty.

"Senior Long, don't you have a personal relationship with the Confucian saint?" Song Shuhang added.

Shenlong shook his head and replied: "My existence is rather special, and I have always lived in this holy mountain trial world. The Confucian saints have never been here, nor have they contacted me."

"Then what's the matter with your statement of 'Yuan Ying is pregnant' just now?" Song Shuhang asked.

"I see your realm, Daoist Tyrant Song, at the sixth rank, condensing the life wheel, and hitting the bottleneck of the 'tenth heaven after the wheel'. Depending on your situation, within a hundred years, you will definitely condense Nascent Soul and hit the seventh-rank realm. Right." Shenlong lowered his head and said inscrutable.

Sister Bailong paused slightly: "..."

After thinking about it, she still translated the original words to Song Shuhang.

"Uh... um, um, yes." Song Shuhang nodded - no problem, within a hundred years he will indeed condense Nascent Soul and hit the seventh-rank realm, which he is confident about.

After all, Senior White Two helped him fill up the Nine Dragon Marks. If even a seventh-rank Venerable couldn't be promoted with such aptitude, it would be too embarrassing for Senior White Two.

"The tenth heaven after the wheel, then the lotus in the sky, and finally the lotus blossoming into the infant. This is the way of a normal monk. Among them, the step of 'transforming the lotus in the sky' is the warm and nourishing period, which is the most time-consuming. Song Xiaoyou should understand something, right?" Shenlong said slowly.

Song Shuhang nodded.

The step of transforming the lotus into the sky is for the monks to accumulate energy and condense the Nascent Soul for the warm and nourishing period of 'condensing the Nascent Soul'. The warm-raising period is the time of water grinding, and it is the most grinding.

There are even sixth-grade true monarchs who have spent a thousand years on this step. There are some True Monarchs who do not have a lot of lifespan, and they are even stuck in this realm, and they are forcibly grinded to death.

Shenlong unpredictably concluded that Song Shuhang's 100-year-old internalized infant has already identified Song Shuhang as a super genius, with a solid foundation, so he can hope to complete the stage of 'heavenly transforming lotus' within a hundred years and give birth to the Nascent Soul.

"Under normal circumstances, no matter how strong your talent is, you still need a lot of time to grind and nurture the realm of the water mill. However, now you have the cooperation of the real dragon, plus the full version of "Saint Ape Dragon Power" "Divine Skills", your birth method of the Nascent Soul doesn't need to be so troublesome, you can completely use the method of 'pregnancy' to make it born more smoothly and quickly." Shenlong smiled slightly: "This method of pregnancy and childbirth can make you When you hit the Nascent Soul realm, at least 50 years of penance should be deducted. I can guarantee that you will give birth to the Nascent Soul within fifty years!"

Nascent infant born within fifty years? Song Shuhang scratched his head, this should be a more attractive plan.

"What do you need us to do, Fellow Daoist Long?" Senior White asked directly. He became interested in the method described by Shenlong to reduce the warm-raising period of the 'Heavenly Hualian', and to conceive and give birth to the Nascent Soul.

"Good question." Shenlong smiled slightly: "Since Daoist Tyrannical Song doesn't intend to work for a long time, would you like to give me a temporary job? After the work is completed, as a reward, I will share you with this white dragon fairy or It's the other way of combining true dragons that tells you, and I can guide you on the side."

"Temporary worker?" Song Shuhang's mouth twitched.

Senior Bai asked again: "What do the temporary workers do? Are you training those players who participated in the trial?"

"Yes, that's it." Shenlong laughed: "Do you want to do it?"

Song Shuhang looked at Senior White.

Senior White nodded: "I feel... the trial officer will be very interesting. Moreover, if you meet Sixteen, you can give her water."

Senior White is simply too witty.

However, is it really okay to talk about such a matter of water release in such an upright manner?

"I'll take over this temporary job." Song Shuhang raised his head and said to Shenlong.

Song Mou will be a trial officer today.