Before his consciousness completely blurred, Fu Yang heard the words roared by the huge white monster.
"Fuck...it's really Mr. Xiong! This way of speaking must mean that this guy hasn't run away yet."
He was shocked and speechless.
What was shocking was that Master Xiong had actually been so powerful, almost beyond his imagination! Even Wei Ke, who exploded at the peak of the Ghost King's strength under the forest field, could not possess such power.
What is speechless is that, no matter how strong or not, I still can't change my weird habit of liking catfish, and my foul language...
Fu Yang's eyes flashed, and he came to another memory scene.
This time, it was finally not so eerie or fierce, but a peaceful and beautiful scene.
It looks like it should be summer, the weather is sunny and the climate is hot.
There is a small wooden house by the creek, surrounded by trees and flowers.
It really feels like a paradise...
Fu Yang felt a little hot, so he quickly took a few steps and rushed into the stream. The sparkling clear water made him feel very comfortable, and he quickly poured some water on his body and face.
Meow, meow...
Suddenly, he heard a series of weak meows from kittens, as if they were newborn kittens.
When he looked up, he saw a white kitten in the flowers beside the stream. It must be very young, and the fur on its body has not yet completely shed.
He was standing there timidly, his bright eyes staring in his own direction.
Fu Yang was stunned.
"Huh? This white kitten can see me? It shouldn't be... These are Mr. Xiong's memory fragments. No matter how real they are, they are just illusions."
While he was wondering, he suddenly heard the sound of squirting water.
It turned out that there was a fresh and plump big catfish stranded on the edge of the stream next to me. It was trapped in a small puddle and was flopping around.
The little white cat turned out to be staring at the big stranded catfish, and it wasn't Fu Yang at all.
"Let me tell you, how is it possible?" Fu Yang said with a smile.
He thought again: "This weak-looking white kitten couldn't be Master Xiong when he was a child, right?"
How could he connect this cute-looking little milk cat with the shameless fat cat with black and white stripes like a panda? With the terrifying one-horned horn on its head and fire clouds on its feet in the previous memory fragments
The big demon can’t get in touch either.
"Little guy, why did you run out? Don't get lost again this time. I picked you up from the big forest with great difficulty."
An odd voice suddenly sounded.
As soon as Fu Yang looked up, he saw a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old, jumping over. She picked up the white kitten from the flowers into her arms, and gently stroked its head...
This girl has many braids on her head, long boots on her feet, and her dress is quite exotic. It looks like the dress from the Western Regions in ancient times. It does not look like the dress from the Central Plains area.
"Yeah, she's pretty pretty. But she's not at the level of Zhao Shanshan, and much worse than my Wei Ke."
Fu Yang subconsciously compared them in his mind.
This quirky girl looked at the same stream and found the big catfish, and laughed loudly: "You greedy little cat, you also found the catfish? OK, OK, how about I make you catfish soup today?"
Feed this greedy little cat like you..."
The girl gently tapped the tip of the white kitten's nose.
It meowed, the sound was weak, but it seemed very happy.
Seeing this, Fu Yang felt that this might also be Mr. Xiong.
This is what Mr. Xiong looked like when he was a child!
And he seemed to vaguely understand why Mr. Xiong was obsessed with things like catfish...
If there is nothing wrong with this memory and it is true.
When Mr. Xiong was still a little kitten, there was a mistress who took good care of him. She liked to cook catfish soup for him. This memory was forever engraved in his mind. It became a subconscious instinctive reaction.
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"Well, it turns out that this fat guy is really a cat. But how can he be so ferocious when he grows up? He is simply a terrifying monster."
Fu Yang thought to himself.
The exotic girl hugged Mr. Xiong and the big catfish in one hand, turned around and walked towards the cabin...
The picture in front of Fu Yang's eyes was blurry again, and this memory ended here.
It's a pity that he still hasn't received any news about being able to revive the peak ghost king from the state of fetal breath.
"Damn it! Where is all that useful information? Mr. Xiong's memory is really messed up. Speaking of which, this guy is really pitiful. He doesn't even know who he is."
This time, when Fu Yang opened his eyes.
The scene is in a magnificent building.
The carved railings and painted columns are antique.
It is obviously a majestic Taoist temple, with a statue of the founder of the Sanqing Dynasty enshrined at the end.
A handsome man with starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, dressed in an ethereal Taoist robe, carrying a magic sword on his back, was looking down at a woman placed on the stone platform in front of him.
The woman was very beautiful, but her eyes were closed tightly and her breath was very weak...
Fu Yang felt very much like Wei Ke in the state of fetal breath!!!
"Could it be...could it be that the woman on the stone platform is also a ghost king who was seriously injured and fell into a state of fetal breath? Great, it should be here."
When he was excited.
A white monster walked slowly from behind the Taoist temple.
The head is born with a single horn, and the feet are on fire clouds!
Based on just two characteristics, Fu Yang knew that it was the mysterious super monster who fought with three mysterious Taoist priests on a rainy night in the last memory fragment scene.
It's just that its current body shape is only the size of an adult, and its temperament is a bit lazy.
As soon as it came out, it said to the handsome Taoist priest carrying the magic sword: "Hey, the Taiyi Divine Pill prescription can revive the peak-level ghost king from the state of fetal breath. I have given it to you, when will you let me go?
?”
The middle-aged man carrying the magic sword sounded a little tired.
"Stop pretending. In fact, you are stronger than me. You can leave anytime you want. There is no need to use Taiyi Shendan prescription to change. All... thank you."
The big white demon was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"Not bad, not bad. You Tian Xingzi still knows how to be grateful. But it doesn't matter. I don't need the Taiyi Shendan prescription. I see that you are pleasing to the eye and pitiful, so I gave it to you. It's very simple anyway. Just use it.
Thousand-year-old humanoid polygonum multiflorum, clear water sky crystal stone, and Yin Shen saliva. Then use the Taoist heavenly master-level Samadhi true fire to refine the 7749-day elixir. As long as you find those three kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, let
Your headmaster will just help you refine it."
The Taoist priest carrying the Dharma Sword replied with a wry smile.
"It is not difficult to acquire the True Fire of Samadhi at the Heavenly Master level. I have taught it seven times myself, and I am only one step away from the realm of being able to teach a Heavenly Master. The difficult thing is that these three kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures are really hard to find."
Hearing this, Fu Yang felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest!
"Great! Sure enough, I found it! The way to revive the peak ghost king from the state of fetal breath... Taiyi Divine Pill!" (Third update! Next chapter at 9:30)