Practitioners are also not lacking in the existence of super strong qi luck. The more common qi luck routines are 'falling off a cliff and picking up magic'; there is also an inexplicable cultivation physique suddenly awakened by walking and being led by passing super powers. There are also disciples; there are even types who always get the most benefit every time they enter the secret realm.
But all in all, even a cultivator with strong luck, his luck is still within a certain range, and there is a limit to the luck of a 'person'.
But the luck of the 'white saint' in front of him is obviously abnormal.
For a lucky person like this 'white saint', the Great Northern Emperor racked his brains and could only think of a similar Confucian saint.
The Confucian sages of the year seemed to be in a similar state. The tyrannical luck was outrageous. In a very short period of time, he stepped out of his own way, stepped into the realm of the immortal, and then became an existence that overwhelmed the world.
At the beginning, the Great Northern Emperor vaguely remembered that the 'Emperor of Heaven' had mentioned it - Confucian saints were very unusual.
Moreover, in memory, the Emperor of Heaven also repeatedly mentioned the unusualness of Confucian saints, saying that the luck of Confucian saints cannot be possessed by 'human beings'.
"Could this 'white sage' be a kind of Confucian sage?" The Great Northern Emperor thought to himself.
If this goes on like this, will the 'white saint' become a Confucian saint in a very short period of time, overwhelm the world, and then compete for the way of heaven
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"Song Xiaoyou, do you know this White Saint?" The Great Northern Emperor looked at Song Shuhang and asked—after all, this Song Xiaoyou's 'left hand' was still hanging on the White Saint's merit branch.
"Yeah, Senior White is a senior I know in the group. When he left this time, I was the one who picked him up and instructed him to learn some modern knowledge." Song Shuhang nodded.
"Is this Bai Sheng's luck always good?" asked the Great Northern Emperor.
Song Shuhang said: "It is necessary, the luck of the white predecessors is not to be said. I have never seen a more European emperor than the white predecessors. As expected, the Taoist name is 'white', and it has nothing to do with the Africans. ."
The Great Northern Emperor: "..."
Although he could not understand the meaning of Emperor Ou and inexplicably referring to Africans, he could probably understand the meaning of Song Shuhang's words.
"Does this white saint have other characteristics besides good luck?" asked the Great Northern Emperor.
"Other features? For example, falling on the ground? Tenfold acceleration?" Song Shuhang replied subconsciously.
The Great Northern Emperor: "..."
He found that his thoughts and Song Xiaoyou were not on the same channel, and sometimes the two sides were very tired to communicate.
"Also, Great Emperor, why do you suddenly care so much about Senior White? You wouldn't be... in love with Senior White, right? Although I know that Senior White is very attractive, but..." Song Shuhang's outspoken problem flared up again, and he couldn't stop talking. Hold, just thinking of this possibility in my head, I asked directly. Halfway through speaking, he realized that he had committed his old problem again, and stopped talking quickly.
The Great Northern Emperor: "I heard that you recently got a 'Life Talisman', Xiaoyou Song. You can also resurrect once after you die. I'll try this 'Fate Talisman' for you, right?"
"I'm sorry Great Emperor, I was wrong!" Song Shuhang quickly admitted his mistake.
"I just feel that Bai Sheng is really similar to the Confucian saints of the year to some extent." The Great Northern Emperor said.
"Oh, Great Emperor, are you talking about the one who was born very hung up, very young at a young age, and even more haunted after training? That one, I still feel different from Senior White. Whether it's his style of conduct or his style of painting They are not very similar. Apart from the fact that the Confucian saints are also against the sky, the style of painting and the white predecessors seem to be two extremes, completely opposite." Song Shuhang said.
"Have you ever seen a Confucian saint?" The Great Northern Emperor gave Song Shuhang a slanted glance. Song Xiaoyou talked about a Confucian saint with a straight face, as if he had personally come into contact with a Confucian saint.
"Not long ago, I followed Senior White to the Confucian Baiyun Academy as a guest. Later, something happened. We came across a video left by a Confucian saint. Then, we listened to the video and blew it all afternoon. The life of a Confucian sage that smashed the sky." Song Shuhang sighed.
The Great Northern Emperor: "..."
The emperor fell into deep thought.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "Song Xiaoyou, how is your luck?"
"Luck? It seems to be good recently... But not long ago, I was quite unlucky. Every time a senior who counts black hexagrams gives me the calculation of 'good luck and good luck', and there are many unfortunate things. I have encountered several waves, and my heart is very tired, and I want to rest a little." Song Shuhang said, in his subconscious, he has always felt that he is quite weak.
The Great Northern Emperor nodded.
While he was talking, suddenly, cold sweat broke out from Song Shuhang's forehead.
"Sizzle sizzle~~" He gasped in pain.
The Great Northern Emperor: "?"
"The left hand is so hot, it feels like it's boiling, it's hot." Song Shuhang grinned, looking up at the sky.
In the world of calamity, the hail of merit and virtue on the head of the white predecessors finally began to become smaller and changed into rain of merit and virtue again.
Song Shuhang's left arm, which was hung on the merit tree of Senior White, had turned golden yellow at this time, and as the rain of merit continued to fall, his left arm began to become a little transparent.
It was as if it had turned into golden glaze.
"If Gu is not mistaken, your left hand is mutating." The Great Northern Emperor said calmly.
"What does it want to mutate into?" Song Shuhang asked.
Mutations may not all turn into good things. If a real unicorn arm is created, he doesn't know if it will be repelled after putting it back. Even if the unicorn arm is not changed, it still feels very strange to put such a golden arm back.
The Great Northern Emperor pointed not far away, with a calm face of 'Sage Monarch Eating Melon', and said, "Have you seen fellow Daoist Eating Melon?"
"Could it be that my left hand is going to become a melon eater?" Song Shuhang asked in shock.
The Sage Eater turned his head, looked at Song Shuhang and the Great Northern Emperor calmly, and looked up again at the image of Bai Sheng.
"The beauty you think." The Great Northern Emperor said: "Your left hand is still in the physical state, so after the mutation, it should become the same state as the old body of the melon eater. The physical body and the light of merit merge, regardless of each other. But the actual There is a little difference between the physical body and the light of merit."
Song Shuhang: "Then I'm going to be promoted to the ninth rank, do I also need to perform the ceremony of 'abandoning the flesh'?"
The Great Northern Emperor: "Have you practiced the "Shuangquan Dharma Merit Art of the World"? If you haven't practiced, why do you have to 'abandon the flesh' ritual?"
Xiao Yao Xiaocai: "Slobber, if only I could replace Master's left arm, so much power of merit falls into my body, my power of merit will rise 'swish, swish'!"
Song Shuhang patted Xiao Cai lightly: "Don't worry, Xiao Cai. You will definitely become my right-hand man in the future."
Xiaocai: "Master, don't you want to put me on your left arm and act as your left hand?"
Song Shuhang: "..."
A colorful bird on the left hand? What style is this!
is talking.
Suddenly, Song Shuhang felt another burning pain in his left hand.
"It's here again, it hurts, this time it hurts." Song Shuhang grinned.
The pain level this time was no lower than the pain he caused when he used the 'secret identification method'.
In the picture of Bai Sheng's appearance.
The rain of merit has finally stopped.
At this time, Song Shuhang's left hand changed again.
Originally, the entire left arm had turned into a golden glazed shape, but at this time, all the gold on the left arm seemed to be squeezed, and all were pressed against the index finger of the left hand.
After a while, his left hand returned to its original state, but the index finger turned into pure gold, with its own light effect, emitting a dazzling light.
Really - Goldfinger!
"From today, Master, you are the man who has the template of the protagonist." Sparrow Demon Xiaocai said: "You have the essential thing for every protagonist - the golden finger."
Song Shuhang: "..."
A gold finger looks even weirder. People who don't know thought his finger was cut off, and then replaced it with a pure gold finger.
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Song Shuhang's left hand mutated, and the thousand-year-old third saint Chang Yuanzi, who was also hanging on the branch of merit, also underwent some changes.
Chang Yuanzi was still shouting some random lines in his mouth.
But as the continuous power of merit fell into his body, his voice became lower and lower.
Finally, when Senior White's rain of merit ended, Chang Yuanzi opened his eyes.
In his eyes, it was no longer chaotic, but bright.
The robbery of the heart is over.
The practitioners of the heavens and the world couldn't help but talk.
"The third sage of the millennium is lucky. When he met Bai sage, he used the power of Bai sage's merit to survive the calamity of the heart!"
"In this way, the third saint of the millennium can also return to the main world, right?"
"He owes Bai Sheng a big favor!"
However, the Great Northern Emperor shook his head slightly: "He lost, lost to Heart Demon Tribulation."
"Losing? Didn't he wake up?" Song Shuhang asked.
"He does want to thank Bai Sheng for his power of merit. If it wasn't for this wave of merit, he would have been robbed of fire after losing to the Heart Demon Tribulation, and his body would be destroyed. And this wave came from Bai Sheng. The power of merit and virtue allowed him to save his life." The Great Northern Emperor said.
While speaking, Chang Yuanzi jumped down from the tree of merit and virtue. He bowed deeply to Senior White and gave a salute.
He knew that he had suffered a crushing defeat in the inner demon calamity, and it was all thanks to the help of Senior White that he survived.
"Chang Yuanzi thanked Bai Sheng." Chang Yuanzi said bitterly.
The Bai Sheng in front of him... has always been the envy of Chang Yuanzi, because he is the person whom Immortal Fairy Bie Xue deeply loves.
But now, he had to bow to the rival forces.
After thanking, Chang Yuanzi stretched out his hand again and sacrificed his holy seal.
At this time, his holy seal was bleak, without a trace of majesty.
Chang Yuanzi sighed softly.
He missed a big opportunity, because he used 'Xuansheng's teaching' to confess to Immortal Fairy Bie Xue, and his transcendence was considered a failure.
As he sighed, his seal... began to dissipate.