"Do you have some kind of misunderstanding about 'love'?" The long, white sister glanced at Song Shuhang.
Did this guy really think that 'love' was omnipotent, and that he could use 'love' to make up for anything he lacked?
"That's because when it comes to 'heart' without any support … normal people will immediately think of 'love'. Using love to fill the empty heart, "Song Shuhang replied in all seriousness.
The long, white sister was speechless.
Don't associate the physical 'heart gone' with the emotional 'empty heart'!
"Hmm, if the light of virtue needs something to rely on to condense the heart, perhaps I have a treasure that can come in handy." As he said this, Song Shuhang flicked his finger, and a medicinal pill appeared between his fingers.
The holy healing pill was the 'Pill of Rebirth'. Although it had no effect on the injuries of the Heavenly Tribulation, using it as a temporary support for the light of virtue shouldn't be a problem.
Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and flicked the medicinal pill into the hollow chest of the delicate fairy maiden.
The main thing was that it was still the last part of Xu Ansheng's speech, and there were so many eyes in the universe watching … Otherwise, he would definitely have chosen a more reliable method, and personally put the medicinal pill into the delicate fairy maiden's chest.
After all, if he used too much force when flicking the medicinal pill, it could easily pierce through the delicate fairy maiden's chest. It was better to personally put it in.
Just as Song Shuhang had guessed, this holy healing pill from the mouth of the three-eyed senior was completely enough to become a support for the 'light of virtue'.
With it as the center, the huge light of virtue condensed into a heart, and slowly beat again.
This time, no matter how fast it beat, it didn't collapse again.
After filling the hole in the delicate fairy maiden's chest, the remaining power of virtue fused with the long, white sister's body.
The long, white sister didn't refuse. This part of the light of virtue that fused with her would make the connection between her and Shiliu Su even closer.
The effect of Xu Ansheng's speech slowly dissipated.
Song Shuhang's' illusory reality 'effect also dissipated.
… …
… …
"It's over," Shiliu Su said softly.
"Next, are we going to come out of this space?" Song Shuhang asked.
After the speech, under normal circumstances, the Calamity Space would close and Xuansheng, who was giving the speech, would be transferred out.
Shiliu Su Clan lowered his head and looked at his chest, which had been completely filled with the light of virtue. After some thought, she tried to stand up from the Throne of Endurance.
Song Shuhang hurriedly stepped forward and stood beside the Throne of Endurance. He reached out and grabbed the petite fairy's soft arm.
Once something happened to the petite fairy's body, he could catch her and carry her back to the throne.
The steel-colored big hand grabbed the expected small hand.
The moment their hands touched, Song Shuhang felt his soul become so excited that it felt like it was about to burrow out of his physical body. His body and consciousness were about to be separated.
"It's just holding hands. Is there a need for such exaggerated special effects?"
"No, no … it's not a special effect!"
Song Shuhang soon discovered that the separation of the spirit and the body was not an illusion.
It was his consciousness that was really being separated from his physical body.
It wasn't just him. Beside him, Fairy Su was the same. Her body and soul were also being torn apart.
It was time that was merciless!
Time was the most merciless. It made the human body and soul come into being together, connecting them to form the most intimate relationship. But in the end, time would mercilessly separate them, separating their bodies and souls, and separating them forever.
At this time, Song Shuhang and Fairy Su were in this state.
Those tens of thousands of years of time mercilessly tore apart their souls and bodies, making their bodies and souls blocked by the river of time, unable to be together.
Desolate, it was really desolate.
Song Shuhang felt that he could use an 800-character essay to describe this desolate feeling of reluctance to part with her.
…
…
At the same time, when Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Shiliu's soul and body were separated, Xuansheng's tribulation space was also shrinking and collapsing.
"Rip ~"
At this time, the sound of paper tearing rang out.
It was space … being torn apart by someone.
In the black and white style of the tribulation space, a colorful figure stepped into it.
As soon as he appeared, he attracted everyone's attention.
His pitch-black long hair fluttered in the wind. This was a world treasure that had its own flashing effect.
"Senior White."
"Senior White."
Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Shiliu called out at the same time.
"I made it." Senior White smiled. On his back was a longsword — Heart Devil Chixiao Sword.
"Senior White, save us." Song Shuhang stretched out his hand and called out. He felt that in another eight or ten seconds, his soul and body would be completely separated.
When that time came, he would be completely dead.
"Don't worry, I came for this," Senior White said.
He slowly walked to Song Shuhang's side.
In the next moment, Senior White used his finger as a knife and suddenly stabbed it into Song Shuhang's chest.
"It'll hurt a little. Grit your teeth and endure it." Senior White reminded him.
Senior ~ You should have said it first before stabbing me ~
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, Senior White!" Song Shuhang felt his steel-like chest muscles being torn apart. Senior White's hand stabbed into his chest and grabbed his heart.
Was this the feeling of having the heart of a legend being grabbed and unable to breathe?
What was even more strange was that … there was no blood flowing out of the wound.
Senior White reached out his hand.
A complete heart appeared in his hand.
Moreover, it was different from a normal bloody heart. This heart that had been pulled out looked like it was cast from a gem. Its whole body was colored glass, like a work of art.
"Heart infarction, cirrhosis?" Song Shuhang trembled.
As he spoke, his body automatically activated the three major Body Tempering Techniques, as well as a secret self-healing technique to complement the Body Tempering Technique.
In his dantian, a Runes flashed on top of the fat whale's head, silently cooperating with it.
Not long after, Song Shuhang felt an itch in his chest. As long as he was given a little more time, he would be able to give birth to another colored glass heart.
Senior White held Song Shuhang's colored glass heart with one hand and patted him with the other.
"Pa ~"
The bodies of Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Shiliu were completely separated from their consciousnesses and disappeared.
This was a method left behind by 'Wielder of the Will White'.
When Song Shuhang and Su Clan's Shiliu were transcending their tribulation and giving their speeches, their bodies and consciousnesses crossed thousands of years of time and temporarily became one.
After the completion of the speech, the spirit and the body were separated. Their consciousnesses were still stuck in the 'past', while their bodies returned to reality.
"Dead, dead, dead ~" Song Shuhang muttered.
"Shuhang Little Friend, don't make trouble. Next, I'm going to seal your consciousnesses and take you back," Senior White said with a smile.
Su Clan's Shiliu curiously looked at the colored glass heart in Senior White's hand.
Did going back have anything to do with Senior White taking out Ba Song's heart?
As if seeing the doubt in Shiliu's heart, Senior White gently tossed the colored glass heart and said, "This is a medium used to seal your consciousnesses."
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