Gu Shaosheng frowned and said, "Why do you say this?"

"What a fortune you are to make such a friend!" Du Feilin said: "Take a big advantage." ”

"Haha......" Gu Shaosheng suddenly couldn't help laughing.

Not only did Du Feilin say this, but his father was also very envious, who let his luck be good and his personality was good.

At the beginning, he was able to become friends with Brother Xie because he was soft-hearted and not as ruthless as his father hoped.

It is precisely because of this shortcoming that it has become the key to becoming friends with Brother Xie, which is great luck, and his father said so, and he also thinks it is good.

However, he really didn't want to change his character, even if he wanted to become a valley master in the future, this character would become a great flaw, and he was still not ready to change.

Everyone has their own shortcomings, like this innate shortcoming, even if it changes, it will make it a four-way dislike, and it will make it hard for you to live.

Du Feilin sneered: "But will your good luck always follow you?"

"How do you know that you won't?" Gu Shaoxuan snorted.

Du Feilin said: "I am an example, I can get the Divine Stone, and I have been together day and night for hundreds of years, but in the end, I will still lose it, and there will be a better luck to replace you." ”

"You're like this, but I may not!" Gu Shao said unconcernedly.

Du Feilin shook his head and said too lazy.

Young is young, and those who cannot understand what they say will always be taught a lesson in the future, and then they will understand how correct their words are.

Song Yunge performed Tongtian Gong, and when he was exhausted, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then the golden light flashed, and he almost couldn't open his eyes.

He tensed for fear of threat, but slowly opened his eyes to find himself standing in a golden hall.

The golden hall was in ruins, and some of the golden pillars that the two of them could hold on to were broken and some collapsed.

The golden ground cracked, long cracks like spider's webs.

He squatted down and carefully touched a crack, and a red line suddenly appeared in his palm, and the blood slowly flowed.

Song Yunge's face changed slightly.

His current body is no longer a mortal body, he has been transformed into an inhuman existence by Tongtian Gong, even if he uses the sword to stab and cut hard, he can't even make him bleed.

But now that he is running the Tongtian Gong, he is still cut through his skin by the power in this gap, and even a strange force penetrates into the meridians, jumping like an electric current.

Everywhere he passed, he was numb and weak, and Tongtiangong desperately encircled and suppressed, and almost exhausted Tongtiangong before destroying it.

Song Yunge's heart palpitated, and his face was solemn.

He jumped and jumped, stepped over the cracks of the road, came to the door of the main hall, and slowly pushed the door.

But the gate was like a condensation, and it couldn't be pushed.

Song Yunge didn't believe in evil and used his strength to exert all his strength, but he didn't move at all.

Not to mention a door, even if this door is ten meters high and five meters wide, it is a wall, and this push is enough to knock it down.

He looked left and right.

The hall was wide and empty, with nothing, not even windows, only dazzling golden light.

Is this underground?

Song Yunge gathered his mind and closed his eyes, and began to exercise his skills, wanting to restore his Tongtian skills.

But as soon as he moved, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

There was no power around, and under the urging of Tongtian Gong, there was no power to be absorbed into the body.

This means that if you can't recover your strength, you can't urge Tongtian Gong, and if you can't urge Tongtian Gong, then you can't go back!

His face was gloomy, looking left and right, his mind racing to find a way out, to suppress his anxiety and panic.

If you really can't go back, then this place is equivalent to a coffin, and you will be buried here.

Zhuo Xiaowan will be sad, and Wu Youxue will also be sad, but they are afraid that they will forget themselves after a while, they will not be sad anymore, and they still have a glimmer of hope that they can go back.

I don't know if they'll wait for themselves.

If they wait, how long can they wait? 10 years, 8 years, or 100 years? Or even longer?

These thoughts rushed up like crazy grass.

He tried his best to suppress it, but he still couldn't completely suppress it, and at this time, it seemed that his mental control skills had weakened.

He immediately understood that it was not his own mind control skills that were weak, but that there was a strange, stimulating surge and madness of distracting thoughts.

He had an idea, and remembered the Ghost King Sutra, the power of the merged Ghost King Sutra is strange, it is not a soul or an aura, what kind of power is it so far.

He had to figure out what it was now, maybe it was his chance to save his life.

Then he got to work.

A trace of strange power drilled into the body, like an electric current drilling in, and instantly ran along the Ghost King Sutra, and after a circle, it became gentle and mellow.

Song Yunge was overjoyed.

The world is so strange, and I am so lucky, if I don't get the whole text of the Ghost King Sutra, I will never get this power, then I will really have to wait for death.

He greedily ran over and over again, and streams of power like electricity drilled into his body and transformed into mellow power, and then transformed it into the power of Tongtiangong.

An hour later, he walked forward slowly, and stood in front of the gate again, and he was in no hurry to go back to the source of strength he already had.

"Boom!" his powerful force froze on the gate, and then there was a loud bang, and the gate flew out.

The two gates flew away like snowflakes, and suddenly he saw an open square.

The square is like a sea of white, and the white stones pave the square to form a circle, and the end is shrouded in golden mist, and it is impossible to see farther.

Song Yunge frowned, looked down at these white stones, his face gradually became solemn, and he already recognized it.

These are the Divine Stones.

The stones that fell on the Heavenly Fury Peak were these white stones, but I didn't understand why they fell.

His figure flickered, and he came directly to the front of the golden mist, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly retreated.

The golden mist gave him an inexplicable fear, as if he would die if he touched it, so he couldn't get this golden mist.

He thought of the golden color of the main hall.

But it is also golden, this golden mist is dark gold, and the main hall is bright gold, one bright and one dark, giving people a completely different feeling.

He pushed it out with a light palm.

The furious force roared out, but the golden mist did not move, like a strong wind blowing through a boulder, unable to shake it.

Song Yun retreated violently.

A cloud of golden mist rushed towards him, and the speed was extremely fast, cutting a golden light in the air, as if forming a pillar of golden light.

Song Yunge kept retreating until he got into the main hall.

The golden mist stopped when it rushed to the entrance of the main hall, and then it disappeared without a trace.

Song Yunge shook his head with a solemn face, took a step out and immediately retracted, and found that there was no golden mist coming through.

He had a feeling just now, as if the golden mist was the awakening of the giant beast, and he was about to swallow himself in one gulp, even though it was only a small mist of golden mist, it still gave him the feeling of a behemoth.