"The drunk Song Shuhang's Little Friend is simply unreasonable." Three Waves secretly wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. Fortunately, Song Shuhang's Little Friend was drunk. Otherwise, he might really have been 'cremated' by Song Shuhang's Little Friend.
He had wanted to tease Song Shuhang's Little Friend, but he almost got burned.
Just as he was thinking, True Monarch Fallout came to Three Waves's side, squatted down, and helped him up. "Are you alright, Fellow Daoist Three Waves?"
"I almost died." Three Waves sighed.
"It's good that you didn't die. Otherwise, I wouldn't know who to give this thing to." True Monarch Fallout laughed, and then gave a long bill to Three Waves.
"What is this thing?" Thrice Reckless Mad Saber asked.
True Monarch Fallout: "The medical fees that Brother Medicine Master wrote are for you, Brother Three Waves."
Three Waves: "Huh?" After tormenting him, he still had to write medical fees for him? What kind of sweet dream was that idiot Medicine Master having? Do you believe that I, Three Waves, won't go crazy and let that idiot Medicine Master have a taste of the 'Berserk Blade'?
True Monarch Fallout: "Brother Three Waves, it's better if you look at the bill first."
Three Waves blinked his eyes in confusion. He opened the bill and looked at it from beginning to end. He saw that there were many precious medicinal ingredients recorded on the bill, each of which had the effect of being reborn.
There were nearly two hundred medicinal ingredients in total, each of which was very precious. With Three Waves's wealth, it would be very painful to pay them all out.
However, at the end of the bill, there was a payer — Xuan Nu Sect's Skylark.
Seeing Xuan Nu Sect's Skylark's name, Three Waves didn't feel good.
He remembered that many years ago, he was tormented by a 'great senior' who was as dazzling and beautiful as the moon in the night sky for one year and four months.
That's right, that beautiful senior's name was' Xuan Nu Sect's Skylark ', and her realm was at the peak of the Seventh Stage Spiritual Venerable Realm. She was only a step away from the Eighth Stage Show of Divinity Realm' Xuansheng '. He was a true Great Senior, an existence from the same era as the other Great Senior in the group, Venerable Septuagint.
During the hand-guided tractor competition, Dharma King Creation brought a message to Three Waves, saying that Senior Skylark of Xuan Nu Sect was planning to visit Three Waves again.
At that time, Three Waves's legs had gone soft.
He didn't expect that Senior Skylark would give him such a big gift before even showing up.
True Monarch Fallout continued, "Senior Skylark said that Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless' innate skill, 'berserk', would cause hidden dangers to your body. As such, she asked Medicine Master to refine a medicinal pill for you a long time ago. This pill was a recipe from the ancient era, and it was extremely difficult to refine. Medicine Master completed it not too long ago … as long as you take it and molt your skin more than 170 times, your body will be reborn and that hidden danger will be completely eliminated. You won't have to worry about this problem when you advance to the Sixth Stage True Monarch Realm. "
After the introduction, he sighed and said, "I really envy you, Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless. Senior Skylark of Xuan Nu Sect actually took a fancy to you. Right, Senior Skylark also said that she would look for you in a few days to play. "
Three Waves took a deep breath and looked at Song Shuhang's Little Friend … Should I wake up Song Shuhang Little Friend and have him cremate me?
… …
… …
The drunk Song Shuhang quickly fell asleep.
Then, he had a creepy dream.
In the dream, he appeared on the surface of a big lake.
Song Shuhang rubbed his eyes in confusion. Because he was drunk, his reaction was a bit slow.
At this time, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared on the surface of the lake.
At the same time, strange laughter echoed in Song Shuhang's ears.
The laughter seemed to be a combination of countless voices. There were old people, children, men, women, and even strange voices.
[Hehehehe, you're mine, you belong to me!]
[Your blood!]
[Your flesh!]
[Your bones!]
[Your hair!]
[Everything you have is mine!]
That voice screamed. In the next moment, the whirlpool formed a 'puppet hand' that grabbed at Song Shuhang.
In the distance, a whirlpool formed on the surface of the lake, and a water puppet drilled out of each whirlpool, surrounding Song Shuhang.
It was the cursed nightmare of the ancient Jet-Black Sect.
"Again?!" Song Shuhang said as he clenched his teeth. At the same time … he felt a sharp pain in his head. It was the pain of having a small hammer pounding on his head due to his mental energy being too strong.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of pain would forcibly wake Song Shuhang up from the dream.
However, in this strange dream, Song Shuhang could not wake up.
"Senior White!!" Song Shuhang tried to call out, asking for Venerable White's help again.
But this time, Venerable White did not appear.
Song Shuhang rubbed his head to relieve the pain.
At the same time, he leaped up and used the 'Celestial Sprint'.
The heavens move vigorously, and a gentleman should never stop striving to improve himself!
Song Shuhang's body exploded. Before the giant hand under his feet could grab him, he stretched out his leg and stepped on the giant hand of the water puppet. With the help of the 'Celestial Sprint', he flew far away.
Unfortunately, he had not reached the Fourth Stage Realm. Otherwise, he could use the Kinesis Flight Technique or the Kinesis Flight Technique to escape from the hands of the water puppets.
But right at this time, the surface of the whole lake started to surge, and countless hands made of water puppets of various sizes tried to grab Song Shuhang. At a glance, the entire screen was filled with the hands of the water puppets. It was enough to make one's scalp go numb.
How was one supposed to escape?
There wasn't even a place to land. If one couldn't fly, one would only be caught by the hands of the water puppets if they landed.
Song Shuhang subconsciously reached into his robe and tried to take out the treasured saber Broken Tyrant. However, in the dream, he didn't have a size-reducing purse on him.
Song Shuhang cursed, "F * ck, am I going to fight against the game's GM? The setting and the equipment are all set by the game's GM. How am I supposed to fight? "
While he was thinking, Song Shuhang's body had already started to fall.
Below, countless hands of the water puppets cheered and eagerly reached out to grab the falling Song Shuhang.
[Come down, come down!]
[Blend in with us and become one of us!]
[Everything you have is ours!]
The strange voice that was made up of countless voices echoed once again.
"Bah." Song Shuhang adjusted the angle of his body and raised his right hand.
Inside his body, the innate liquefied true qi of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts' Technique circulated at high speed, and a sound that resembled both the cry of a whale and the roar of a dragon came from his body.
Immediately afterward, just as his body was about to hit the surface of the lake, he punched.
Devil Subduing Buddhist Fist Technique One, Descent of the Diamond!
'Descent of the Diamond' was the name of the technique that Song Shuhang had come up with.
After he punched, the 'light of virtue' around Song Shuhang's body automatically coordinated with his punch, condensing the projection of a diamond around him. The projection of the diamond wrapped around Song Shuhang's body, and the light of virtue was as bright as a small sun.
"Since it's a curse-type nightmare, take my punch!" Song Shuhang said through clenched teeth.
The fist descended!
The first move of the Devil Subduing Buddhist Fist Technique was coordinated with Song Shuhang's light of virtue, and this punch was enough to destroy a small house. It was a good fist technique for demolition.
More importantly, this punch had the effect of destroying evil, vanquishing demons, and breaking curses.
It was perfect to deal with this nightmare that was similar to a curse.
The diamond formed by the golden light punched together with Song Shuhang.
"Boom ~"
Before the punch arrived, the wind from the punch arrived first. The sound of a whale and the roar of a dragon could be heard. The 'puppet' under Song Shuhang's feet quickly melted like snowflakes under the scorching sun.
Not only the puppet under Song Shuhang's feet, but all the puppet's arms on the surface of the lake were also affected by this punch.
"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss ~"
All the puppet's arms were emitting black smoke. Even the strange voice that echoed in Song Shuhang's ears disappeared at the same time.
After two breaths, the surface of the lake returned to normal.
Song Shuhang's body landed on the surface of the lake, and he stood there quietly as if he was standing on solid ground.
"Is it over?" Song Shuhang thought to himself.
The puppet's arms didn't appear again, but the dream on the surface of the lake was still intact.
Last time, the dream was broken by 'Venerable White', who took him out of the dream. This time, Venerable White didn't appear. How was he going to leave this dream?
… …
… …
While he was thinking, the familiar pitch-black flying sword in the void broke through the void again and landed in front of Song Shuhang.
Just like last time, the pitch-black flying sword released endless darkness, and this pure darkness engulfed the entire dream in the blink of an eye.
The dream on the surface of the lake was broken, and Song Shuhang once again entered the pure black space. Only the pitch-black flying sword stood in front of him.
"Senior White!" Song Shuhang called out.
Following his call, the pitch-black flying sword changed and turned into the appearance of Venerable White.
Song Shuhang wasn't sure whether this' Venerable White 'was real or not. For the time being, he would just treat him as' Venerable White '.
"How come you're here again? How long has it been? "Venerable White furrowed his brows. No matter what, this little friend Song was a cultivator of the Third Stage. It was normal for a Third Stage Cultivator to sleep once every two or three days, right? Why was this little guy sleeping again in just a few hours?
Could it be that this guy slept a few times a day?
"Hahaha." Song Shuhang laughed dryly. "I drank too much just now and got drunk. In a daze, I fell into the nightmare curse again."
As he spoke, his eyes darkened. This' Venerable White 'didn't know that he was drunk? In other words, this' Venerable White 'was most likely a fake.
Should he test it out? Let's see if he was the real Senior White!
Therefore, Song Shuhang sat up straight and said with a serious face, "Senior White!"
"What's the matter?" Venerable White asked curiously.
Song Shuhang adjusted his posture and said softly, "Little White … when your hair reaches your waist …"
But before he could finish his line, the expression of Venerable White suddenly changed.
In the next moment, Song Shuhang felt that he couldn't even say a word. It was as though someone had cast a 'muting technique' on him.
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