Its main body had to go through at least hundreds of times before reaching a 'semi-evolved' state.
This' Holy Land of Shadow 'bracelet only evolved after going through at most ten times … the Saber-Nurturing Technique?
Am I not even as good as a bracelet?
Inner Demon Chixiao Sword felt very conflicted.
No, that's not right. It must be because I'm too outstanding, so it's very difficult for me to evolve. This bracelet's aptitude is far inferior to mine, so it's very easy for it to evolve. That's definitely the case. Senior Chixiao Sword was looking for a reason to comfort himself.
In fact, as an inner demon, jealousy was a very basic ability, but finding a reason to comfort himself wasn't an inner demon.
The Holy Land of Shadow had evolved!
The daoist patterns on the bracelet spread out, and in the end, these daoist patterns grew directly from the 'bracelet', all the way to Song Shuhang's wrist.
Through these daoist patterns, Song Shuhang and the 'Holy Land of Shadow' bracelet were firmly connected.
Then, his right eye lit up — he saw a blazing flame that filled every inch of the scholarly faction.
Song Shuhang asked, "The fire of obsession?"
There was no need for others to answer; he already knew the answer in his heart.
This flame that filled every inch of the scholarly faction was the fire of obsession.
And …
His burning left eye told him that this was probably the Scholarly Sage's' fire of obsession '.
That's right, the hill-like Fairy Skylark's body part and the incarnation of Fatball were both key figures in the Scholarly Sage's life.
One was his favorite, and the other was his most hated.
The obsession of the Sage would naturally be activated.
In that case, should he take the opportunity to turn the flames of the Saint's obsession into a shadow and possess the fat ball to fight against it?
No, no, no. Song Shuhang's strong desire to live forced him to suppress this restless thought.
Previously, just the obsession of the 'Indestructible Lord' in the area of the great rift had almost caused the poor Xuansheng to explode. In the end, it was Senior White who brought out the 'Indestructible Lord's demonic will' to help him survive.
Now, if this Sage's obsession that burned the entirety of the Confucian School were to possess him … this day next year would be the anniversary of his death!
"I can't, I can't," Song Shuhang said softly.
That being said …
But his right hand made up his mind and poured spiritual power into the Holy Shadow bracelet. Although he said so, his body was very honest.
Because there was no other choice.
Big Boss Fatball confronted him directly, and Senior White Two might have been tricked. There was no news at all.
Senior Shadow Lord was obviously a passerby. As long as the attack did not affect him, he would be a quiet onlooker.
Father Turtle was an ally, but he alone couldn't stop Fatball.
If he wanted to save himself at this time … he could only activate the obsession of the Sage and borrow the power of the Scholarly Sage.
Moreover, he couldn't just watch as the Confucian School was destroyed by Fatball.
The Holy Land of Shadow was activated.
The fire of obsession that burned every inch of the Confucian School turned into a torrent that flowed against the current and gathered around Song Shuhang.
Even the Su Clan's Shiliu and the others, who couldn't see the 'fire of obsession', could feel the temperature around Song Shuhang rising sharply.
In the Demon Heart Cave, the Shadow Lord made a hand and then a chin. Then, he constantly rubbed his chin with his hand and sighed softly. "My Holy Land of Shadow."
It was over.
He had previously estimated that if such a huge Sage's obsession was transformed by the Holy Land of Shadow … Not to mention how strong the power would be, the Holy Land of Shadow would definitely be finished.
What's more, the Holy Land of Shadow bracelet had just activated the 'Indestructible Lord's obsession', and it didn't even have time to rest before it was put into use again.
His heart ached.
The Holy Land of Shadow bracelet was a treasure that he liked very much.
He didn't know if Hegemon BaSong could afford to pay for it. As the first Sage in a thousand years, he should have some savings, right?
…
…
"Hot, hot, hot." This was a temperature that even Song Shuhang could feel. Even with his tolerance for pain, he couldn't bear it.
When Fatball, who had been sent flying, saw this scene, she stretched out her hand, and a dark sword qi of the Netherworld slashed toward Song Shuhang.
The White Dragon Sister's figure swelled, and her little claws waved again and again. In an instant, nearly a hundred kinds of defenses were activated, blocking this evil sword qi of the Netherworld.
Below, Father Turtle's eyes lit up — although he didn't know what Ba Song was going to do, at this time, he definitely had to cooperate with Ba Song and hold back this guy who dared to seriously injure his daughter.
So, Father Turtle bravely went straight up and confronted the incarnation of Fatball head-on, cooperating with the White Dragon Sister to buy time for Song Shuhang.
…
…
Song Shuhang had already skillfully activated his three body-tempering techniques to strengthen his physical body.
The Holy Apes held scriptures in their hands and chanted majestically.
The virtuous lamia covered his whole body in the form of possession, nourishing his body with the light of virtue.
Fairy Creation appeared. She stretched out her hand and pressed it on Song Shuhang's left eye socket. The light of a healing technique continued to emerge, reducing the temperature of the Sage's eye in Song Shuhang's left eye.
Fairy Creation said, "Song ~ Thank you."
Then, she bit her finger and brought it to Song Shuhang's mouth. A drop of blood rolled on her fingertip.
It was reasonable to say that the structure of her body was similar to that of the virtuous lamia, so it was impossible for her to have a substance like 'blood'. However, a drop of blood overflowed from the tip of her finger that she bit.
This wasn't her blood … but that of the Sage.
This drop of blood fell into Song Shuhang's mouth.
It was sweet, and there was no smell of blood.
Other than that, he didn't feel anything.
There was no explosion of energy after consuming the Sage's blood, and his body would continue to strengthen. There was also no continuous increase of mental energy, and the ability to directly transform into a peerless powerhouse.
At the same time, Song Shuhang heard Senior White's clone's voice. "Turn on your smoke mode."
It was Senior White's clone that was reminding him.
Song Shuhang glanced at Senior White's clone, and his heart immediately calmed down.
The biggest mascot of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, Senior White, was still around, which meant that the situation hadn't reached its worst state yet!
Thereupon, Song Shuhang didn't hesitate to transform into the pseudo-eternal smoke body mode.
His body turned into human-shaped black smoke.
In the black smoke, a ball of seven-colored light could be vaguely seen. It was Song Shuhang's precious kidney.
There was also a sparkling pupil, which was the Sage's eye.
In addition, there was also the light of virtue, the strengthening effects of the three body tempering techniques, and … a drop of blood.
As expected of the Sage's blood, this thing couldn't be digested at all.
I just don't know if this Sage's blood will be digested in the end, and will it be excreted by him?
As Song Shuhang's body turned into smoke, the flames of obsession all poured into Song Shuhang's body.
The ability of the Holy Land of Shadow was activated, and the endless flames of obsession of the Sage were transformed into the power of the shadow of obsession in Song Shuhang's body.
Song Shuhang's body began to reconstruct.
With the Sage's blood as the core, and the Scholarly Sage's eye as the leader.
After a few breaths.
The smoke body shook, and condensed into a solid body.
A man wearing a scholarly robe appeared in the air.
He just stood there, but he had the air of a grandmaster.
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