"What is it?"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes became hot.

Who doesn’t want to be a child, reaching out for gifts every day when there’s nothing wrong?

Along the way, if you say you don’t envy other people of your generation, that would definitely be a lie.

Xu Xiaoshou had beaten many people.

Every time those guys come up with some background, trump cards, and trump cards.

What Xu Xiaoshou can do is hide a "passive punch" that needs to be accumulated for a long time, just in case of emergency.

Obviously, there is an old man Sang behind him, a Taixu who can defeat most of the world.

Obviously, behind Sang Lao is the Half-Saint Jinzhao of the Holy Palace, Long Rongzhi.

Thinking about it this way, Xu Xiaoshou's identity as a descendant of Taixu or even a descendant of Semi-Saint could be real.

But what reality shows is that Xu Xiaoshou can't say anything and can't do anything.

These layers of background cannot be brought to the table.

He couldn't, like others, say after encountering a strong enemy: "You dare to beat me? There is someone behind me!"

Then the enemy retreated...

impossible.

Can't do it!

Even the identity of the Semi-Saint Successor on the First Floor of Heaven was made up by Xu Xiaoshou himself.

Fox fakes fox power.

None of these will work when you really encounter a strong enemy.

but!

Now that Mr. Sang had three pill bottles in front of him, Xu Xiaoshou could feel that the energy inside was very majestic, even terrifying.

This is the real trump card!

Xu Xiaoshou understood that this time, Mr. Sang could not prepare three more bottles of Yuanting Pill for him without any reason.

Because the other party built this Taixu world so that his disciples could use it to defeat the enemy after encountering Taixu or even the Half-Saint.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou looked at Mr. Sang with a hopeful look on his face.

Mr. Sang smiled, no longer trying to make excuses, but pointed to the first pill bottle and said, "This is a virtual image."

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Virtual image?"

"right."

Mr. Sang nodded and continued: "The process of making a virtual image is very difficult, and it even takes several years of Taixu's efforts. Generally, even those from the Taixu family who are not the most valued disciples will not receive gifts from their elders."

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was convinced that the virtual image mentioned by Mr. Sang was the virtual image he had seen before.

During that meeting in Tiansang City, Zhang Taiying's virtual image of the Emperor Ji left a deep impression on him.

At that time, the opponent couldn't even move.

However, relying solely on the protective power of the virtual image, Xu Xiaoshou joined two people, one was a violent giant and the other transformed into a ghost beast.

But in the end, even though he was almost exhausted, he couldn't break through its defense at all!

Until Ah Jie's kick ended everything...

But that was the only remaining virtual image protection power that Zhang Taiying could not control.

If the opponent can exert the attack power of the virtual image.

Xu Xiaoshou believed that even if A Jie was included in that battle, he might not be able to defeat Zhang Taiying.

"Do you have a name?" Xu Xiaoshou came back to his senses and asked.

He remembered that all virtual images had names, such as Zhang Taiying's "Virtual Image of Emperor Ji", which sounded very domineering.

A shout before the battle.

The enemy's momentum will be weakened by three points.

But Mr. Sang shook his head: "I have never made a virtual image for anyone in my life. This is the first one, and I haven't given a name yet."

Xu Xiaoshou said: "Then you can take one. I have decided to accept this gift."

Mr. Sang's eyelids twitched when he heard this.

This tone seemed to be a gift from the other party.

But I didn’t care.

After thinking about it, Mr. Sang pondered for a while and said: "Then let's call it the 'Black Flame God'!"

"Black?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little puzzled.

Jinzhao's lineage is full of white flames, so how can it be called "black"?

But then I thought about it, it seemed that Sang Lao's famous stunt was not Bai Yan, but his self-created "Sleeveless Red Scorched Hands".

Xu Xiaoshou had seen those burnt black hands before in the Eighth Palace.

Absolutely hot!

Even the way of heaven can be scorched, and it is simply invincible.

Now he understood why Mr. Sang was named "Black Flame God".

Grabbing the elixir bottle, Xu Xiaoshou looked at the second one: "What about this?"

Sang Lao shook his head when he saw his disciple's eagerness, but without saying anything else, he pointed to the second single bottle on the ground and said, "This is the holy statue."

"Huh?" Xu Xiaoshou's heart stopped beating immediately, his eyes full of shock, "Holy? Did you make a mistake?"

The sense of oppression caused by the holy statue of Tianqi Lin Jiangxian is still vivid in my mind.

If it weren't for the two kings of hell, they would have already prepared, or even made a lot of preparations.

Even in front of the holy statue, the only thing those two great slashers could do was to kneel down and meditate.

Mr. Sang, there are also holy images?

Seemingly sensing Xu Xiaoshou's doubts, Sang Lao smiled: "This is the holy statue left by your master. However, I have already broken with him and do not want to use it, so I leave it to you."

"Are you crazy?!"

After Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, the first thing he thought of was not himself, but the arrow in the Eighth Palace from Love for the Common People.

If Sang Lao opened the holy statue at that time, would it be possible to resist the arrow from the evil bow of loving the common people?

No!

Not possible!

It should be completely possible...

"Snapped."

However, Mr. Sang suddenly leaned forward and gave Xu Xiaoshou another violent shudder: "Why are you talking!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at him with a half-sad, half-questioning look.

He just let out a long sigh and said sadly: "Xu Xiaoshou, you are indeed very smart, but some things are not as simple as you think."

"What do you mean?" Xu Xiaoshou was confused.

Sang Lao pointed to the top of his head, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and said:

"I should have told you that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there is a sky beyond the sky."

"Some things, you think they have three levels of meaning, but in fact they have five levels of meaning."

"Even with your current qualifications and abilities, even if you can see the third floor, I can tell you that those three floors are just what others want you to see."

"What you can glimpse of your ability will always be only the tip of the iceberg of this world."

Xu Xiaoshou fell into deep thought.

What does it mean?

If there is a holy icon, don't use it, then choose to hit the arrow...

Could it be that this could be Mr. Sang’s plan?

Is Mr. Sang trying to get into the prison of the Holy Temple?

Xu Xiaoshou was startled by this idea and immediately denied it.

impossible!

Because if Mr. Sang had wanted to, he could have walked down the stairs and been imprisoned when Gou Wuyue was out in those years.
To be continued...