As soon as he saw the head of Song Shuhang's Little Friend, a lot of thoughts flashed through the mind of the white-robed island master.
For example, if the head of Song Shuhang Little Friend was chopped off and turned into a magical treasure …
The world of cultivators was the same as the world of ordinary people. There was peace on the surface, but there was also cruelty hidden under that peace. The universe was so big, and it was impossible for everyone to love world peace, and it was impossible for everyone to be gentle and kind.
Many evil cultivators would chop off the heads of other cultivators and turn them into evil magical treasures. In some special cultivation systems, their life-bound magical treasures might be something like a head.
However, this' Song Qianbei 'that even the Emperor Of Heaven respected was very powerful, and he didn't need the head of a small cultivator like Song Shuhang, who had just advanced to the Third Stage not too long ago, to refine a magical treasure. The reason why the white-robed island master knew that Song Shuhang was at least in the Third Stage Realm was that when Song Shuhang was transcending the mutated heavenly tribulation of the Third Stage, the white-robed island master had borrowed the power of the size-reducing purse to secretly help him.
At this time, the white-robed island master guessed that Song Shuhang's head had been chopped off by some evil cultivator and turned into a magical treasure. In the end, due to various coincidences, he was saved by this' Song Qianbei '?
After all, Song Shuhang's Little Friend had a happy expression on his face, and it seemed that he was getting along quite well with 'Song Qianbei'.
As he gazed at Song Shuhang's head, the white-robed island master immediately thought of many things.
The mental energy of Immortals was very powerful, and they could have millions of thoughts flash through their minds in a split second, and they could make hundreds of millions of deductions.
Therefore, if they were to get lost in their train of thought, they could instantly make up a long story that was millions of words long.
Let's say … there was a pure and innocent Immortal who met someone that he fell in love with at first sight. That person only needed to glance at the Immortal, and with the powerful thinking ability of the Immortal, he could instantly make up tens of thousands of plans to pursue her. Then, with each plan as a foundation, he could extend the story of him falling in love with the person, thinking of a way to get rid of the infertility symptoms, getting married, having children, having many children, and so on. If translated into words, it would be a story of at least a few hundred million words.
…
…
Opposite.
Song Shuhang did not expect that the White-robed Island Master had instantly imagined this scenario.
He only felt that it was a pity to remove the mask on the Essence Soul projection's face. He still needed to borrow the mask for a while … Therefore, he used the Inner World as a transit point to remove the head of his main body that was burning the fire and transferred it to the three-eyed young senior's world.
After all, he was prepared to transfer his main body's head.
After moving his head, he could send Zither Master Feng Yi's claws to the collapsing Emperor Heaven world and meet up with his old friends, White Bone Immortal Fairy and Eastern Great Emperor.
Now, it was just the right time to shift his attention over and meet the white-robed Island Master.
The White-robed Island Master looked at Song Shuhang's head. After some thought, he comforted him, "Little Friend Song Shuhang, although you're only left with your head, you're still alive. But you don't have to worry. With Song Qianbei's strength, there might be a chance for you to regrow your body. You're a cultivator with great fortuitous encounters. You're very lucky. "
Song Shuhang: "…" Awkward.
The White-robed Senior's misunderstanding seemed to have deepened. How could he explain it?
In order to prevent this interesting senior from continuing to misunderstand him, Song Shuhang could only brace himself and point it out. Otherwise, the deeper the misunderstanding, the more troublesome it would be to explain.
Song Shuhang waved his hand and said with his main body's head, "Well, Senior Island Master, you've misunderstood."
The White-robed Island Master: "???"
On the other side, Song Shuhang raised his main body's head and pressed it against his primordial spirit's head, putting on his main body's head as if he was wearing a headgear.
Then, he pointed at himself. "I'm Song Shuhang."
The White-robed Island Master: ⊙ _ ⊙
The air suddenly quietened down.
The two faced each other, speechless.
At this time, Song Shuhang suddenly missed Fairy Virtue, Fairy Creation, and the black-skinned man. With the three of them around, the air wouldn't suddenly become so quiet, and it could ease the tension.
"Well, Senior Island Master," Song Shuhang said.
The White-robed Island Master stretched out his hand and said, "Wait, let me have some peace and quiet first."
Song Shuhang: "…"
Did all the members of the Ancient Heavenly Court have the hobby of looking for peace and quiet?
On his shoulder, the Zither Master Fengyi's claw, whose senses had been sealed by the three-eyed youth, was also looking for peace and quiet.
After a long time.
"You said that you're Shuhang Little Friend?" The White-robed Island Master asked, "The Song Shuhang who hadn't even reached the Second Stage when he came to my floating island?"
Song Shuhang nodded, and said, "That's me, I guarantee it."
The White-robed Island Master: "…"
Change, change, change, I want to change!
Song Shuhang was still looking at the Island Master calmly.
The White-robed Island Master continued to ask, "What realm are you at now?"
Although he had arrived on Mars as soon as he left the mysterious island, he still had a short conversation with the Immortals along the way.
From this conversation, he learned some information: The strength of this' Song Qianbei 'in front of him was the same as what the Emperor Of Heaven had described.
For example, Song Qianbei's clone had fought against more than ten Immortals on Mars, and he hadn't lost a single one.
For example, 'Song Qianbei' had shown his divinity in front of the masses time and time again, condensing seven Sage Names, which was unprecedented in history. It was said that 'Song Qianbei' was verifying his own path!
For example, 'Song Qianbei' had already reached the level of the Emperor Of Heaven, and was already condensing the 'Hegemonic Text'.
For example, the collapse of the Will of the Heavens might also have something to do with this' Song Qianbei '.
In short, everyone in the universe knew how amazing 'Song Qianbei' was.
On the other hand, he knew the inside story of the matter of 'Song Qianbei killing the Emperor Of Heaven' that had been spreading like wildfire recently. He knew that the Emperor Of Heaven had sent him to Song Qianbei in order to achieve a certain result. She wanted to die in Song Qianbei's love and transcend.
But now, you want him to accept that this extremely amazing 'Song Qianbei' is the little guy that came to his floating island last year, the little cultivator that just crossed the heavenly tribulation of the Third Stage half a year ago?
This humble subject can't accept this!
"Actually, my realm isn't as exaggerated as the rumors say … A large part of the rumors are due to various misunderstandings. In fact, at the beginning of this month, I had just advanced to the Eighth Stage, "Song Shuhang replied.
"Oh, so you just advanced to the Eighth Stage at the beginning of this month. It's not as exaggerated as the rumors say." The white-robed island master nodded slightly.
Then, he turned around and punched the air several times, each punch shattering the void and creating spatial cracks.
Only my ass!
Didn't you just cross the heavenly tribulation of the Third Stage half a year ago? Half a year later, you went from the Third Stage to the Eighth Stage like a rocket?
Only?
Are you still not satisfied with advancing from the Third Stage to the Eighth Stage in half a year?
Do you have some misunderstanding about the difficulty of advancing?
After punching the innocent void, the white-robed senior turned around and said solemnly, "So, there is only one truth … Are you really the reincarnation of the Scholarly Sage?"
.
.
I caught a cold again. I took medicine last night and slept until now. Originally, I had recovered to the 3K chapter in the past few days, but it fell back to 2K yesterday. Today, I'm still a little sick, so I have to take it easy.
:. .
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
