I have a passive skill Chapter 247: If you don’t become a saint, you will eventually become a slave! [Final chapter at the end of the volume, please subscribe!]
Chapter 247: If you don’t become a saint, you will eventually become a slave! [Final chapter at the end of the volume, please subscribe!]
Mr. Sang smiled happily. It was not easy to hold back this kid. He twisted his wrist and there was a crackling sound from his bones.
"Although spiritual bodies are rare, they are not infinitely powerful. At least the existence of an innate physical body can be regarded as an alternative acquired spiritual body."
"Even at your stage, it is an existence that can be directly crushed."
"Of course, you are now a master and can basically ignore those geniuses with spiritual bodies."
Even though Xu Xiaoshou had a good nature, he couldn't help but feel a bit proud.
He knew how difficult it was to cultivate the physical body the day after tomorrow. It was so difficult for him to cheat, but if others really relied on perseverance to create a master body, it would be really unreasonable if they were not invincible.
Seeing that the atmosphere was brewing, Sang Lao immediately struck and said: "But the body of a master is not invincible."
"Ah?" Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
Mr. Sang smiled and said: "I should have said that those real geniuses can be found in the five regions of the mainland."
"Among this kind of people, there is a very special and terrifying type of existence. They are like beings descended from gods. They are born as 'holy bodies'!"
"Holy body?" Xu Xiaoshou could imagine its level as soon as he heard the name, "Above the spiritual body?"
"good!"
Mr. Sang smiled bitterly and said, "When it comes to genius, your current level is really nothing."
"The existence of the holy body can directly destroy the spirit body with one punch!"
"..."
Xu Xiao was shocked. The love affair has been laid out for so long, and you just want to attack me again?
"Where is the master's body?" he asked.
"You can compete a little bit." Mr. Sang chuckled, "But only a little bit, and a little bit."
Xu Xiaoshou sighed, is that really the case... If hard work is effective, what does it take to be a genius?
"Creation is unfair!"
Seeing that the purpose of the cold water was achieved, Sang Lao immediately poured hot soup: "Fortunately, this kind of holy body is even more rare."
"Basically, except for those big virtual families and even semi-saint families, there are very few people born in the world."
Xu Xiaoshou raised his brows and was about to say something. Mr. Sang stretched out his hand: "Don't ask, it's because you haven't been exposed to these yet."
"Damn! Come again?"
"Um?"
"Uh, I said...Okay, that's good!"
Mr. Sang: "..."
Xu Xiaoshou didn't want to dwell on those illusory future things. He directly returned to the original topic and asked:
"Besides the matter of Junior Sister Mu's spirit body, there is another more mysterious thing."
"When the Tianxuan Sect was opened before, the dean must have been controlled by the blind man using illusions or something like that. Junior Sister Mu was able to free him with just one look."
"What is the principle of this? Can swallowing wood body do it?"
Mr. Sang was stunned for a moment: "How can the Swallowing Wood Body do this? It's not omnipotent."
"So you don't know either?" Xu Xiaoshou was disappointed.
"Huh~" Mr. Sang's face darkened, "You really think I am an omniscient god!"
"But that's your apprentice!"
"She is still your junior sister!"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
Seeing this guy being choked again, Mr. Sang felt refreshed. He vaguely felt Xu Xiaoshou's pleasure.
Lifting the corner of his lips, the old man leaned over and asked, "Speaking of which, your physique is also a bit strange. The surging vitality in your body seems to be no weaker than that of your junior sister?"
"Well……"
Xu Xiaoshou was frightened instantly, why the hell is it going around and around him, what a joke!
Can you tell me?
"I have something to do, I'm leaving first!" He snapped a few times and tried to run away from Lingzang Pavilion.
Sang Lao was happy and did not stop him. He just shouted at his back: "You brat, you can dig out the enemy's secrets, but for some secrets, just let them surface naturally."
Such vague words made Xu Xiaoshou stunned.
Yeah, who doesn’t have some secrets?
"Don't worry, she is my junior sister, there is no way I can do anything to her." Xu Xiaoshou shouted through the crack in the door.
Mr. Sang pressed the straw hat and said seriously: "What I mean is, if she accidentally becomes your enemy in the future, don't be merciful."
Boom!
Xu Xiaoshou fell directly to the ground. He turned around and looked at the old man, with three question marks gradually appearing on his face.
"Are you serious?"
Mr. Sang didn't reply, waved his hand and stopped looking at him, saying: "Go!"
…
"WTF?"
Xu Xiaoshou frowned and walked down the stairs from the third floor of Lingzang Pavilion.
He always felt that this old man in a straw hat was sometimes serious and sometimes abnormal.
When you really think he gets better, this old man can always bring you some unexpected surprises.
"Don't be merciful when you become an enemy..."
"Is this something a master can say?"
Shaking his head to get rid of distracting thoughts, Xu Xiaoshou stopped thinking about it.
After all, he is an enigmatic old man who is really unpredictable!
Walking through the door of the second floor, looking at the slightly familiar white light group, Xu Xiaoshou arrived on the first floor.
The bookcases and desks that were accidentally burned that day have basically been repaired, and all have been protected by formations, obviously to prevent accidents from happening from within.
Thinking of the scene of desperately fighting the fire, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but smile and felt a little happy.
He stepped forward again, held the door of Lingzang Pavilion with his hand, and pushed it open.
"Are you going out?"
In his thoughts, a voice suddenly appeared that did not belong to him at all, but the meaning of inquiry conveyed was particularly obvious.
Xu Xiaoshou stiffened and turned his head to look sideways.
In the corner of the doorway on the first floor, there is a wooden platform. Behind the wooden platform, an unkempt man will occasionally appear.
This person is always in the dark, and his face cannot be seen clearly. The only thing that can be noticed is his uninterrupted wood carving movements.
Yes, he was holding a carving knife, and even when he was asking questions at this moment, he was lowering his head.
Xu Xiaoshou has "perception" and can see more clearly than others, but as soon as his attention is focused on this person, the picture becomes blurry.
Even so, he could still see that the thumbs of both hands of this man were broken off, with only eight fingers in total.
Even so, there was still no pause in the movements of his hands. As sawdust flew, the purple engraved tablet in his hands became more and more spiritual.
"Yes, senior."
Xu Xiaoshou bowed slightly stiffly.
The last time he saw this man, he came over to register after taking "Jin Zhao Tian Burn", but the other man didn't say a word.
At that time, I thought this guy was just a caregiver or something like Mr. Sang's Dantong.
But after entering Lingzang Pavilion for the first time many times, Xu Xiaoshou had already realized that something was wrong.
This man is definitely not simple.
This kind of guy who stays in the Lingzang Pavilion and never shows up is like a monk from a sect who only sweeps fallen leaves with a broom. He must be the most awesome existence.
But even in the previous two "Saint Slave" invasions, he had never seen this man appear.
It's like an outsider who never interferes in worldly affairs.
But today, he actually took the initiative to talk to me?
That’s weird. Do you want to gain a sense of presence?
"Senior, do you have any orders?" Xu Xiaoshou carefully thought about the question he just asked, but he was still a little confused.
The carving knife clicked, carving on the purple token one by one.
The air was dead silent for dozens of seconds before the idea without any explicit symbol appeared in Xu Xiaoshou's mind again.
"Where to go?"
The corner of Xu Xiaoshou's mouth twitched. After holding it in for so long, you just said these two words?
"Outside." He pointed to the door of Lingzang Pavilion, indicating if he could leave.
Even though this might be a big shot, it has nothing to do with him. Xu Xiaoshou doesn't expect the other person to like him and give him a chance.
It’s not necessary, and it’s probably a source of disaster!
After waiting for a long time, there was still no answer. Xu Xiaoshou felt that his back was cold with cold sweat.
Could it be that my reply was wrong?
Sure enough, this kind of boss likes to cherish words like gold and make people think wildly...
Xu Xiao had no choice but to think about this man's two sentences again:
"Are you going out?"
"Where to go?"
It was unclear that he was leaving Lingzang Pavilion, so why bother asking?
Or is it that what he wants to ask about is not the departure before him?
But what Mr. Sang asked for, after ten days as agreed with Mu Zixi?
Xu Xiaoshou was a little surprised. He waited for a long time again and found that the man still had no intention of speaking, so he had to add: "Outside, Tiansang County."
The man carved the knife in his hand, then continued to fly.
"Go." It was another two short words, appearing directly in the form of thoughts.
Xu Xiaoshou's face turned dark instantly.
Looking at this situation, this guy just seemed to have forgotten himself!
Is this guy sick? He said nothing and left himself alone. After asking a few nonsense words, he forgot about the person?
"I……"
Xu Xiaoshou was full of slutty words and almost spewed them out, but luckily he stopped the car at the critical moment.
He looked at the man's eight fingers, trying to see clearly what he was carving, but the scene shown was hazy.
Even "perception" cannot be seen clearly!
"Is he really a big shot..."
His eyes moved up and landed on this guy's neck. Xu Xiaoshou fell silent.
Dimly, he could see that this was an extremely ferocious huge wound, falling directly on the aorta.
Even though it has been restored at this time, the traces left behind are still shocking.
Just by looking at the scar that covered almost half of his neck, you could tell how much pain this man had suffered.
Such an injury, I guess my neck was almost broken, but I can actually recover?
"You're not a good person, so you can't criticize me. It's better to hide from me!"
Thinking secretly in his heart, Xu Xiaoshou swallowed the rude words and directly clasped his fists, "Senior, take your leave."
After saying that, he opened the door and stepped towards the sunshine.
…
Snapped!
The wooden door rebounded and stopped, and there was a moving straw hat in the dark place.
The dark-skinned old man Sang leaned against the door with an expressionless face, stared at the man for a long time, and finally said: "Didn't I ask you to go back first?"
"call!"
The man stopped what he was doing and blew on the purple token. After blowing away the sawdust, he raised his head.
A pair of cloudy eyes that completely blended into the dark atmosphere.
He smiled widely and said in a hoarse voice: "You have to see what my half-apprentice looks like when he settles down."
Mr. Sang became furious instantly and roared: "That's my apprentice, it has nothing to do with you!"
sudden!
The man said nothing, and with one finger like a sword, he directly pierced the top of the token in his hand.
The moment the hole was formed, the token's purple light bloomed, illuminating their faces with different expressions.
Mr. Sang was silent looking at the sword pointing, and after a long time he sarcastically said: "There is no point in carving this thing. Do you think that anyone will give you face like it was a few decades ago?"
"It will always come in handy." The man smiled and did not refute fiercely. He just gently placed the purple token on the table.
Boom!
The purple light shines, providing a little brightness in such a dark corner.
Sang Lao lowered his eyelids and saw the pattern on it.
It was a vividly painted naked woman with graceful figure and graceful charm.
Especially the sobbing look with his head down and his knees in his arms made me feel pity for him.
What adds a bit of weirdness to the picture are the heavy shackles on his limbs.
The chain stretches and spreads until it disappears at the boundary of the token, as if it comes from the roots of heaven and earth, and is an innate shackle to restrain the world.
There was another long period of silence, and even the sound of breathing was slightly noisy in such an environment.
Finally, the man pushed open the door and left with a hoarse sigh, breaking the darkness.
"I'm leaving too, think about it for yourself, whether I'm going to come back or not..."
“If you don’t become a saint, you will always be a slave!”