"This script is wrong." Soft Feather said depressedly.
Song Shuhang: "What?"
"The King Wing Whale was captured by someone else..." Soft Feather said.
When she learned that the 'Wing King Whale' had escaped, she had already made up a plot in her mind. She reunited with Senior Song and Wuming Lay, and then everyone was on their way to the Immortal Food Feast, and the 'Wing King Whale' appeared. The three fought against the king wing whale and captured it. In the end, I got a copy of 'Bie Xue Xianji's Special Cetacean Food'.
As a result, the three of them hadn't set off yet. The Wing King Whale had already been captured, and the reward had grown wings and flew.
"Haha, there is no way, after all, we are not Senior White. If Senior White sets out with us this time, we will definitely meet this Wing King Whale." The handsome layman on the side smiled.
Soft Feather lowered her head in frustration: "Whenever this happens, I miss Senior White very much."
"I feel that it would be nice if we could arrive at the Immortal Food Feast safely, without any setbacks." Song Shuhang sighed.
The white predecessors have not yet left the customs, and everyone is very uneasy.
Song Shuhang hoped that this Immortal Food Feast would be safe and nothing would happen.
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October 6, 019, at 10:00 sharp.
Song Shuhang, Soft Feather, and the mysterious layman sorted out the items, and the sword, the sword, and the magic weapon went to the food immortal banquet.
The mysterious layman put his hands behind his back, and stepped on a ring with a pair of small wings growing at an extremely fast speed. When he flies, the ring will emit a faint aroma of wine. In order to make his 'sense of existence' stronger, the mysterious layman also tried his best.
Then there is Soft Feather, her strength is the weakest. In order to catch up with Song Shuhang and the mysterious layman, she used the 'Jianguang Escape Technique', which consumes more mana. With the 'waitress' to replenish spiritual power, it is not a problem to consume spiritual power for a short period of time.
Song Shuhang and Soft Feather were side by side, he just used the ordinary flying technique of the imperial sword. The broken blade of the Baodaoba swelled, and the whalebone guardrail on it opened. Song Shuhang firmly grasped the guardrail and felt at ease in his heart.
Along the way, the mysterious layman and Song Shuhang discussed the topic of increasing their sense of existence. The two put forward countless hypotheses, and they talked very happily. They wished they could talk for ten days and ten nights.
The mysterious layman could not help but feel the feeling of 'seeing each other late'.
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Three in the afternoon.
The three of Song Shuhang finally entered the Bailonghai Province where the 'Food Immortal Banquet' was held.
"It's almost there." The mysterious layman said.
Soft Feather: "I'm exhausted, Senior Song, Senior Sword Saint, let's slow down."
"No problem, Feather Fairy. Just in time, we also need to determine the location of Su Clan's Seventh Daoist friends, so that they can navigate the past." The mysterious layman nodded.
So, Song Shuhang and the others slowed down their flight speed.
The mysterious layman began to contact Mad Saber Sanlang and Su Clan's Qi.
At this time, in the void, from time to time, you can see the light of sword light, escape light, immortal boat, and Shenshuo flashing past.
Members from all over the world who participated in the 'Food Immortal Banquet' are all rushing to Bailonghai Province.
This Immortal Food Feast has a very wide range of invitations, not just limited to the cultivation world.
Song Shuhang also saw a knight riding a colorful horse, passing by him quickly. Pegasus gallops in the void on four legs, as down-to-earth and extremely handsome.
Pegasus Knight and Dragon Knight are both very handsome professions.
"Colored horses, I want to eat them." At this moment, above Song Shuhang's head, Sister Bai Long suddenly said.
Pa Da ~ The colorful Tianma who was running wildly in front of him suddenly slipped his front hooves, kneeling and sliding forward for hundreds of meters.
Song Shuhang: "..."
The knight on the horse reacted quickly, he jumped and jumped off the horse. Then he stretched out his hand and grabbed his five-colored Tianma.
Wucai Tianma managed to stand firm, but its four legs were still shaking, as if something terrible had happened.
The knight in armor looked bewildered, and could only reach out his hand to gently comfort his Pegasus, with words of comfort in his mouth.
It was difficult to calm Tianma's emotions.
Then the knight in armor turned over and mounted.
The five-colored Tianma's wings shook and continued to run away in the void.
Sister Bailong watched the colorful Tianma go away, with reluctance in her eyes.
"Cough, Sister Bailong, please be patient. Immortal Fairy Bie Xue and I still have a little friendship. After the food immortal feast, I will ask Fairy Fairy to give you a table full of horses feast?" Song Shuhang asked.
He still has some spiritual stones on him, so it should be no problem to pay for a full-horse feast.
Sister Bai Long smiled softly: "I'm just that... My current state is similar to a body of merit, and I can't eat anything if I want to."
After all, she shrank again and hid in Song Shuhang's beluga guardrail.
The three continued to fly forward slowly.
At this time, another cultivator flew in from a distance.
This practitioner is not a 'cultivator system', his beard and hair are all white, but he is tall and powerful. Muscles exploded and scars all over his body.
He was wearing only a pair of beach pants and was riding a strange spirit beast.
This spirit beast looks a bit like a spider, but the body position is a huge eye. There is a pair of bat wings on its back, flapping slowly.
The old man saw Song Shuhang flying slowly from a distance, but he didn't care at first, and was ready to fly past Song Shuhang on a spirit beast.
But when he was about to approach Song Shuhang, his heart suddenly moved.
There is no one in the world who does not know the attributes of the king.
"Ba... Ba Song Ba... Ba Ru!" He trembled.
Song Shuhang: "..."
When a white-haired old man calls you 'Baba', what kind of shit is that feeling
After shaking, the muscular old man directed his spider spirit beast to keep a distance away from Song Shuhang, looking like he was afraid of getting pregnant.
Song Shuhang: "..."
Then, after a while.
The white-haired old man suddenly moved again in his heart.
His eyes fell on Song Shuhang's right fist.
There, Song Shuhang's natal magic weapon 'Reverse Whale Warrior Gloves'.
Then, the old man suddenly became excited again, and he instructed his spirit beast to approach Song Shuhang carefully.
Song Shuhang: "..."
"The false Holy Light will abandon believers, but the real Holy Light will never abandon anyone!" The old man faced Song Shuhangdao, but he squeezed his thumb and pressed it hard on his chest.
He sensed the highest specification 'real holy light' from Song Shuhang's glove, which was simply the holy light of the incarnation of a god!
Song Shuhang was dumbfounded.
At this time, the voice of Sister Bailong came: May the real Holy Light smile on you, child. You answer him like this. Answered him with a smile.
Song Shuhang's mouth twitched slightly, and he managed to squeeze out a gentle smile: "May the real Holy Light smile on you, child."
Song Shuhang felt goosebumps all over his body when he called someone who could be his grandfather a 'child', and an indescribable sense of shame flooded into his heart.
After seeing Song Shuhang's gentle smile, the old man of the fifth-rank realm suddenly burst into tears: "Wuwuwu, the real Holy Light, you didn't abandon us."
"Holy, please tell us... where is our god?" the white-haired, muscular old man choked.
Song Shuhang: "??"
"Holy, our god... is gone." The muscular old man continued: "That day, when we opened our eyes, we found that we had forgotten a lot of things. We gathered together because of the same belief, and we still have teachings in our hands. And the holy scriptures on which the meaning of the true light is recorded. We vaguely remember that the gods were once with us. But now, we have forgotten everything. We have forgotten our gods, and we cannot even remember what the gods were like ."
"Many companions have left, and more and more companions are confused and have lost their way."
"Where is my lord...?"
"My lord... has abandoned us?"
Song Shuhang looked up at the sky.
Well, he can probably guess the identity of this old man.
Believers of the Cult of Dying, maybe even fanatics.
Their god, the creation of the second day, the 'planet with long eyes', was thrown into the 'heaven's little black house' by today's Tao.
Like Song Shuhang and others, the long-eyed planet has been turned into a 'small transparent' from the root.
In the heavens and the world, its believers can't remember it, can't remember its god's name, can't remember its appearance, can't remember its divine might.
Come to think of it, it's pretty miserable.
Faith completely collapsed overnight.
But now, this muscular old man is probably mistaken for Song Shuhang's 'The Religion of the End' because of the aura of the final holy light in Song Shuhang's 'Anti-Whale Warrior Gloves' and Song Shuhang's identity as a 'Eighth-Rank Profound Sage'. the saint.
"Saint, is our god... still there?" the old man smiled.
How to get back to him now? Song Shuhang asked Sister Bailong.
Sister Bai Long smiled softly: Let's play freely, I thought he had something important to do with you, but it seems that he just got you wrong.
Song Shuhang nodded, and then he said slowly: "God, his old man... is dead."
"Dead, dead?" The muscular old man widened his eyes.
After a while, he suddenly shouted: "Impossible, impossible! My lord, how could it be possible to die?"
"In the heavens and the world, the only thing that is immortal, immortal, and immortal is the way of heaven. God is not the way of heaven." Song Shuhang said slowly.
"I don't believe it, I don't believe it. I don't listen, I don't listen." The muscular old man covered his ears and shouted.
This classic action, if done by a cute little loli, is called cute, proud and cute.
If it was done by a muscular, white-haired old man, it would be called Beng, or ghost.
"Holy, our gods won't die so easily. Let's... summon it. As long as we work together, we will definitely be able to summon it again!" After the ghost screamed for a long time, the muscular old man raised his head, Looking at Song Shuhang, looking forward.
Song Shuhang's heart moved, and he said solemnly: "Are you ready to summon? Do you know the price?"
"I would like to give my life for my lord." The white-haired old man said loudly.
Sure enough, brainwashed creatures like mad believers have an IQ of -100