There is no shortage of cultivators with super strong qi luck, and the more common qi luck routines include 'falling off the cliff and picking up divine skills'; there are also those who suddenly awaken their inexplicable cultivation physique while walking, and are taken away as disciples by passing super powers; and there are even types that can always get the greatest benefits every time they break into the secret realm. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But in the end, even if the luck of a monk is strong, the luck is within a certain range, and there is a limit to the luck of a 'person'.

But the luck of this 'White Saint' in front of him is obviously abnormal.

A lucky person like this 'White Sage', the Northern Emperor racked his brains, and could only think of a similar one-Confucian sage.

The Confucian sages of the time seemed to be in a similar state, and their luck was not like words, and they stepped out of their own way in a very short period of time, stepped into the realm of immortals, and then became the existence of Heng I.

At the beginning, the Northern Emperor vaguely remembered that the 'Emperor of Heaven' had mentioned that Confucian sages were very unusual.

Moreover, in his memory, the Emperor of Heaven also repeatedly mentioned the unusualness of Confucian sages, saying that the luck of Confucian sages is not something that 'people' can have.

"Could this 'White Sage' also be the same kind of existence as the Confucian Sage?" said the Northern Emperor secretly in his heart.

So if this continues, will the 'White Sage' also become an existence like a Confucian sage in a very short period of time, overwhelm the first generation, and then compete for the Heavenly Dao?

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"Song Xiaoyou, do you know this White Sage?" the Northern Emperor looked at Song Shuhang and asked—after all, this Song Xiaoyou's 'left hand' was still hanging on the branch of this White Sage's merit tree.

"Yes, Senior Bai is a senior I know in the group, and I picked him up when he went out this time, and guided him to learn some modern knowledge. Song Shuhang nodded.

"Isn't this White Saint's luck always good?" asked the Northern Emperor.

Song Shuhang said: "Yes, I don't have to say anything about the luck of Senior Bai, I have never seen a more European emperor than Senior Bai." It is worthy of being called 'white', and it has nothing to do with Africans. ”

Emperor of the North: "......"

Although he couldn't understand what Emperor Ou and it meant to be inexplicably talking about Africans, he could probably understand the meaning of Song Shuhang's words.

"Does this White Saint have any other characteristics besides good luck?" asked the Northern Emperor.

"Other characteristics?For example, falling on the ground?10 times acceleration?" Song Shuhang replied subconsciously.

Emperor of the North: "......"

He found that his thinking and Song Xiaoyou were not on the same channel, and the two sides were sometimes very tired of communicating.

"Besides, why do you suddenly care so much about Senior Bai, Emperor? You won't be...... Falling in love with Senior Bai, right? Although I know that Senior Bai is very charming, but ......" Song Shuhang's straightforward and fast-talking problem flared up again, and his mouth couldn't stop, and he just remembered this possibility in his head, so he asked directly. Halfway through speaking, he realized that he had made another mistake and quickly stopped talking.

Northern Emperor: "I heard that Song Xiaoyou, you recently got another 'life talisman', and you can be resurrected once after you die." Let's test this 'life talisman' for you, right?"

"I'm sorry Emperor, I was wrong!" Song Shuhang quickly admitted his mistake.

"Lone just feels that Bai Sheng is really similar to the Confucian sage back then to some extent. "The Great Emperor of the North.

"Oh, Great Emperor, are you talking about the one who was born very hanging, who was also very hung when he was young, and who was even more hung after cultivating? That one, I still feel different from Bai Senior. Whether it's the style of doing things or the style of personal painting, it's not quite the same. In addition to the fact that the luck of the Confucian sages is also against the sky, the style of painting and the white predecessors seem to be two extremes, completely opposite. "Song Shu Channel.

"Have you ever seen a Confucian sage?" The Northern Emperor glanced at Song Shuhang, and Song Xiaoyou talked about the Confucian sage, as if he had personally come into contact with a Confucian sage.

"Not long ago, I followed Bai to the Confucian Baiyun Academy as a guest, and then something happened, and we came across a video left by a Confucian sage. Then, listening to that video for an afternoon, I blew the. tells the life of the Confucian sage. Song Shuhang sighed.

Emperor of the North: "......"

The Emperor fell into deep thought.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "Song Xiaoyou, how is your luck?"

"Luck, it seems to be okay lately...... But it was quite unlucky not long ago. Every time a senior who calculates black hexagrams calculates for me, it is a 'good luck and good fortune', and there are a lot of unlucky things. I have encountered several waves of life and death, and I am so tired that I want to rest. Song Shuhangdao, in his subconscious, has always felt that he is quite weak.

The Northern Emperor nodded.

As he was talking, suddenly cold sweat broke out on Song Shuhang's forehead.

"Sizzle~~" He gasped in pain.

Emperor of the North: "?"

"My left hand is so hot, it feels like it's going to boil, it's hot. Song Shuhang grinned, he looked up at the sky.

In the Heavenly Tribulation World, the hail of merit above the head of the white seniors finally began to shrink, and it had to change into a rain of merit again.

And Song Shuhang's left arm, which was hanging on the merit tree of the white seniors, had become golden at this time, and as the rain of merit continued to fall, the left arm faintly began to become a little transparent.

It's as if it's turned into golden glass.

"If Lone is not mistaken, your left hand is mutating. The Northern Emperor said calmly.

"What do you want to mutate into?" Song Shuhang asked.

The mutation may not all become good things, and if he conjures up a real * unicorn arm, he doesn't know if it will be repulsed after it is installed. Even if you don't conjure up a unicorn arm, it feels very strange to put such a golden arm back.

The Northern Emperor pointed not far away, with a calm face of 'Melon-Eating Saint', and said, "Have you seen a melon-eating Daoist?"

"Is my left hand going to be in such a state as a melon-eating friend?" Song Shuhang exclaimed.

The Gourd Eating Saint Monarch turned his head, looked at Song Shuhang and the Northern Emperor with a calm face, and looked up again at the picture of the White Saint appearing.

"You think beautifully. The Northern Emperor said: "Your left hand is still in the state of the flesh, so after mutation, it should become the same state as the body of the old man who eats melons." The flesh and the light of merit merge and do not distinguish between each other. But in reality, there is a slight difference between the physical body and the light of merit. ”

Song Shuhang: "Then if I want to be promoted to the ninth rank at that time, do I also need to put on a 'abandonment of the flesh' ceremony?"

Emperor of the North: "Have you cultivated the 'World's Double Complete Dharma Merit Technique'? If you haven't cultivated, why do you want to 'abandon the flesh' ceremony?"

Sparrow Demon Xiaocai: "Saliva, if only I could replace Master's left arm, so much merit power will fall into my body, and my merit power will 'swish' upward!"

Song Shuhang patted Xiaocai lightly: "Don't worry, Xiaocai." You will definitely be my right-hand man in the future. ”

Xiaocai: "Master, you don't want to attach me to your left arm and act as your left hand, do you?"

Song Shuhang: "......"

With a colored finch on his left hand?

While talking.

Suddenly, Song Shuhang returned his left hand to another hot and scorching pain.

"Here it is again, it hurts, it hurts, this time it hurts my heart. Song Shuhang grinned.

The level of pain this time was no lower than the pain he brought when he used the 'Identification Secret Method'.

The White Saint appears in the picture.

The rain of merit in the sky finally stopped.

At this time, Song Shuhang's left hand changed again.

Originally, the entire left arm had turned into a golden glass, but at this time, all the gold on the left arm seemed to be squeezed, and all of it was pressed to the index finger of the left hand.

After a few moments, his left hand was back to its original state, but the index finger had turned to pure gold, and it still had its own light effect, emitting a dazzling light.

Really - Goldfinger!

"From today on, Master, you are the man who has the template for the protagonist. The Sparrow Demon said: "You have the indispensable thing for every protagonist - the golden finger." ”

Song Shuhang: "......"

A golden finger looks even weirder. Those who don't know thought that his finger had been cut off, and then replaced it with a pure gold finger.

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Song Shuhang's left hand has changed, and Chang Yuanzi, the third saint of the millennium, who is also hanging on the branch of the merit tree, has also undergone some changes.

Chang Yuanzi was still screaming some gibberish lines in his mouth.

But as the steady stream of merit power fell into his body, his voice became lower and lower.

Finally, when the rain of merit of Senior Bai ended, Chang Yuanzi opened his eyes.

His eyes were no longer chaotic, they were bright.

The Demon Tribulation is over.

The cultivators of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms couldn't help but talk about it again.

"The third saint of the millennium is lucky, he met the white saint, and he actually used the power of the white saint's merits to survive the heart demon tribulation!"

"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 Northern Emperor shook his head slightly: "He lost, lost to the Heart Demon Tribulation." ”

"Didn't he come to his senses?" Song Shuhang asked.

"He really wants to thank Bai Sheng's merit power infusion, if it weren't for the blessing of this wave of merit power, after losing to the heart demon tribulation, he would directly be killed by the fire and his god form would be destroyed. And this wave of merit power from the White Sage saved his life. "The Great Emperor of the North.

As he spoke, Chang Yuanzi jumped down from the tree of merit, and he bowed deeply to Senior Bai.

He knew that he had been defeated in the Heart Demon Tribulation, and that he was able to survive because of the help of his predecessors.

Chang Yuanzi thanked Bai Sheng. Chang Yuanzi said bitterly.

The white saint in front of him...... has always been the object of Chang Yuanzi's envy, because he is the person who is loved by Bei Xue Xianji.

But now, he has to bow to the forces of his rivals.

After thanking him, Chang Yuanzi stretched out his hand again and sacrificed his holy seal.

At this time, his holy seal was dim and lacked a trace of majesty.

Chang Yuanzi sighed softly.

He missed a big opportunity, because he used the 'Xuansheng Teachings' to confess to Beixue Xianji, and his tribulation was a failure.

When he sighed, his holy seal ...... began to dissipate.

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