After waiting in front of the grass house for two hours, Abu did not feel the slightest dissatisfaction, in his heart, as long as he could see Lord Ashenlong, it was enough.

Lord Descending Dragon has so many important things, and meeting him is only the smallest and most insignificant thing among them.

The gate of the grass house opened.

"Abu, it's been a long time, come in!" said a soft, clear voice from the grass.

Abu suddenly trembled with excitement, he heard that it was the voice of Lord Ashenlong, but he didn't expect that Lord Azulong would use honorifics and talk to himself in such a polite tone, he was simply flattered!

Abu strode into the threshold and into the inside of the cottage.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have imagined that the great descending master Ah Shenlong, who is revered as the god of Burma, would live so simply.

There are no superfluous objects in the cottage, and the mystery of abandonment is brought into full play.

As before, there was only one seat, one chair, and a few futons in front of me.

Ah Shenlong sat cross-legged on the straw mat, his eyes shining like stars, exuding profound and moving wisdom.

It is said that the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the eyes of Lord Ajinlong seem to contain the entire universe, and his gaze is so distant that it is unforgettable at first sight, and even his original appearance is easy to ignore.

No one had ever sat on the chair in front of the straw mat, because it was Lord Agaryu's hospitality, and only guests who were truly recognized, who were considered by Lord Agaryu to be able to communicate with him on an equal footing, were qualified to sit on that wooden chair.

The remaining futons were the places where disciples like Abu sat down when they were fortunate enough to be received by Lord Abu.

With humility, Abu sat down on one of the futons.

"Venerable Lord Ajron, my master Someron has asked me to bring you a gift. Abu bowed his head and said loudly.

"I already know. Abu, stand up and sit down in that chair. Ah Shenlong said slowly.

Abu was stunned for a moment, a little confused by what Lord Abu meant, but he still stood up honestly and sat down gently on the wooden chair.

As soon as his ass touched the chair, Abu suddenly realized, could it be that in the eyes of Lord Ashenlong, I was already a person who could communicate with him on an equal footing?

Unable to help but raise his head, Abu looked at Lord Azumi with a puzzled face.

"How long have you been under Someron's door?" The expression on Ah Jinlong's face was very special, as if he was smiling but not smiling, making it impossible to see his true intentions.

"It's been six years, my lord," Abu replied tremblingly.

"Very well! From today onwards, you will no longer be a disciple of the Divine Master. Ah Shenlong said lightly.

"What?" Abu's face was full of surprise, and he almost jumped up from the wooden chair.

"From

From now on, you are a divine master!" Abu blinked, as if he was asleep, but the sound that came out of his mouth made Abu hear it clearly.

"Am I a priest?" Abu was stunned and muttered to himself.

Suddenly, Ah Shenlong raised his arm and pointed lightly.

This point was clear in the void, and there was at least three meters between Abu and Abu, but Abu was shocked to find that Lord Abu's fingertips had reached his forehead.

He instinctively wanted to dodge, but he didn't have time, and was pointed at by Ah Shenlong, and it happened to be the position where Lu Menglin pointed at Someron and pierced his forehead.

Could it be that there is a fixed number in the dark?

Obviously, this is not a coincidence of fate, but someone deliberately arranged it.

When Abu was pointed on the forehead by Abu from the air, the look in his eyes quickly dimmed and turned into a dead silence.

Soon, within a very short period of time, black cracked tattoos began to appear on Abu's face, and these tattoos quickly spread, soon reaching his head and neck, and then all over his body.

And Abu's body is constantly distorted, in a strange and abnormal posture, from part to whole, it is twisting.

It was as if something was hidden inside him, surging wildly, trying to break out of his shell.

And Ah Shenlong, who witnessed all this, was extremely calm and unmoved, as if everything was expected.

The black cracked tattoos on Abu's body continued to grow, and at the same time, they continued to crack, stretching his dark skin apart, revealing pink tender flesh, which was truly terrifying.

Sitting motionless on the straw mat the whole time, Ah Shenlong watched this scene with great interest, as if he had seen such magnificent natural scenery, with an indescribable joy in his eyes.

This splitting process lasted about eight minutes and finally came to an end.

Abu cracked all over, and a large amount of blood flowed down his limbs, soaking most of the grass floor in half.

At this point, Abu straightened up, twisted his neck first, and then opened his mouth, emitting dry syllables from his throat.

I heard a whoosh, and a black clot of blood spat out of Abu's mouth.

"How long will it take to get used to?" said Ashenlong suddenly.

Abu glared, but there was no longer the same awe in his gaze, and he grinned and showed a strange smile.

"Thank you, my dear brother!" said Abu word for word, in a very hoarse voice.

Ah Shenlong shook his head, frowned, and said, "Go out and clean it up!

Abu, or rather Abu, who was occupied by the shell, nodded, saluted Azhulong, and turned to walk out of the cottage.

A light breeze blew, gently closing the door of the cottage.

That one is in Burma

Lord Ajinlong, who was admired by all the people in the kingdom, actually got up from the straw mat, and then leaned down and personally wiped the blood stains on the floor.

His expression is so focused, and his movements are so skilled and standard that even the best part-time workers and aunts can't compare.

If anyone in the grass house could see this scene at this moment, most of them would think that it was a miracle, because Lord Ashenlong's hands were empty, and there was no such thing as a rag.

But the blood and dirt on the floor are disappearing little by little, as if swallowed by some inexplicable force, disappearing into this world forever.

A quarter of an hour later, Abu, dressed in a robe and barefoot, returned to the cottage.

This time, he didn't hesitate to sit on the wooden chair, on an equal footing with Ah Shenlong.

Because this chair was originally prepared for him, every time he came to the grass house before, he would sit here, but this time the process was a little more tortuous.

"Brother, you must avenge me this time!" Abu shouted.

Ah Shenlong, who was sitting on the straw mat, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "Someron, you have just successfully transformed your soul, you should not waste your mental strength, and you don't need to be anxious about revenge." Why don't we talk about the reaction to this soul reincarnation technique first?"

Abu gritted his teeth and crackled, his eyes rounded, and his face was full of hideousness.

"Sure enough, there are still flaws! You wouldn't have been like this before, let me guess? Is it that the soul transformation technique will merge the consciousness of the two and produce a coincidence of consciousness? Has your memory changed?"

Abu was so angry that the corners of his forehead were bruised, and he tried his best to suppress his anger, and then shook his head vigorously.

"Oh, there's no memory overlap, it's no wonder! It's been six years since this apprentice of yours planted a soul descent, and the two sides are very compatible, and now this kind of personality change should only be temporary, and it should be able to recover after a while. Ah Shenlong smiled and said slowly.

It turned out that as early as six years ago, when Someron accepted Abu's disciple, he had already planted a soul descent on the other party.

When the subject dies, the soul can be instantly transferred to the secondary body of the subordinated body, destroying his soul and occupying the body of the other party.

And the supernatural power that Abu had been complacent about before, the kind of technology that could communicate with the divine master at a distance with divine thoughts, was just a side effect of the Soul Splitting Descent.

If the other party wants to use this useful body, of course, it must be adjusted and maintained frequently.

And Abu's status under the Divine Master is so transcendent, in fact, it is also because he has been planted with a soul split.

"Help me!" said Someron, the Divine Master after the soul turn, his eyes glared and he hated.

Ah Shenlong shook his head, the smile on his face gradually retracted, and said in a deep voice: "Someron, can't death still teach you a lesson? If you are still so breathless, I don't mind letting you die again and fall into the eternal night!"