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There is also a lack of super strong luck among practitioners. Some of the more common luck tracks are 'falling off a cliff and picking up divine merit'; others are walking and suddenly awakening an unknown cultivated body, which is also taken away as a disciple by the super powerful passing by; and there are even types where the greatest benefits are always obtained every time a secret land is broken.

But all in all, even a monk with more luck, luck is within a certain range, and ’man' 's luck has a limit.

But the ‘White Saint' 's luck in front of him is clearly abnormal.

A lucky man like this White Saint, the Great Northern Emperor, hung his brains out, could only think of a similar saint, the Confucian family.

In that year, Confucian saints seemed to be in a similar state, and in a very short period of time, they stepped out of their own path and into the realm of the Evergreen, and then became an overwhelming existence.

In the beginning, the Great Northern Emperor implicitly remembered that the 'heavenly emperor' had mentioned - the Confucian saint was very unusual.

And in memory, the Emperor has repeatedly mentioned the unusual of Confucian saints, saying that the luck of Confucian saints is not something ‘people’ can have.

“Does this‘ White Saint 'exist in the same category as Confucian saints?” The Great Northern Emperor said secretly in his heart.

So if we continue like this, will 'White Saint' also become a Confucian saint in a very short period of time, crushing for the rest of his life and then competing for Heaven's Way?

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“Song Xiaoyu, do you know this Baisheng?” Northern Great Emperor Wang asked Song Shuhang - after all, Song Xiaoyu's ‘left hand’ was still hanging on the meritorious branch of Baisheng.

“Yes, Senior White is a senior I know in the group, and this time he leaves, I go to pick him up and instruct him to learn some knowledge of modernization.” Song Shuhang nodded.

“Isn't this White Saint's luck always good?” The Great Northern Emperor asked.

Song Shuhang Channel: “Necessary, Bai seniors' luck is not to say that I have never seen a more European presence than Bai seniors. It is true that the road name is‘ white ’and has nothing to do with Africans. ”

Great Northern Emperor: "…”

Although he doesn't understand the Europa and somehow what it means to be involved with Africans, he can probably understand what Song Shuhang means.

“Is there anything else besides luck for this White Saint?” The Great Northern Emperor asked.

“Other features? Like falling flat? Ten times faster?” Song Shuhang returned consciously.

Great Northern Emperor: "…”

He found that his thoughts and Song Xiaoyu were not on a channel and that the two sides were sometimes tired of communicating.

“Besides, Emperor, why are you suddenly so concerned about Baek? You're not... in love with Senpai? Although I know the charm of Senior Bai is great, but...” Song Shuhang's heart is fast again, his mouth can't stop. He just remembered this possibility in his head and asked directly. Halfway through, he awoke to realize that his old illness had been committed again and stopped talking hastily.

Great Northern Emperor: “Lonely heard that Song Xiaoyou recently got another 'fate mark’, and can be resurrected once you die. Isn't it valid to experiment with this‘ lethal character ’alone for you? ”

“I'm sorry, Emperor, I was wrong!” Song Shuhang quickly admitted it wrong.

“Loneliness just feels, in a way, like the Confucian saints of that time.” Northern Grand Emperor Road.

“Oh, emperor, are you talking about the one who was born and hung, the one who was young and even hung after practice? There's still a difference between you and Senior White. Neither the style of action nor the style of personal painting is very similar. Apart from the equally unlucky luck of Confucian saints, painting style and white predecessors seem to be the real two extremes, quite the opposite.” Song Shu Channel.

“Have you ever met a Confucian saint?” The Great Northern Emperor obliqued Song Shuhang's glance, and Song Xiaoyu spoke of Confucian saints. His head was Dao, as if he had personally come into contact with Confucian saints.

“Not long ago, I followed Senior Bai to the Confucian White Cloud Academy as a guest, and then something happened, and we met an image of the Confucian saint. And then, listen to that image blow the bullshit all afternoon. It tells the story of the life of the Confucian saint.” Song Shuhang exclaimed.

Northern Great: “…”

The Great Emperor is caught in contemplation.

A moment later, he suddenly asked, "Song Xiaoyou, how's your luck? ”

“Luck? Seems ok lately... but a while ago it was pretty bad luck. Every time a black gossip senior calculates to me, it's" Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater Greater ", and there's a lot of bad luck. I've had a few waves all my life, I'm tired, I kind of want to rest.” Song Shu Hangdao, in his subconscious, has always felt quite depressed.

The Great Northern Nodded.

In the middle of the conversation, suddenly Song Shuhang's forehead was constantly sweating.

“Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho"

Great Northern Emperor: “? ”

“My left hand is so hot, it feels like it's going to boil, hot.” Song Shuhang gripped his teeth, and he looked up to the sky.

In the heavenly robbery of the world, the hail of merit at the top of the white seniors finally began to become smaller, to change into the rain of merit.

The left arm of Song Shuhang hanging on the white seniors Kung De Tree, at this time has changed the general gold, and as the rain of Kung De continued to fall, the left arm began to become hidden some transparency.

It's like golden glass.

“Your left hand is mutating, if you're lonely.” The Great Northern Emperor calmed down.

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

Mutations don't necessarily all turn out to be good things, and if they turn out to be a true * kirin arm, he doesn't even know if they will be ostracized when loaded back in. Even if it doesn't turn out to be a kirin arm, it feels strange to have such a golden arm back.

The Northern Emperor pointed to the nearby, calm ‘Eat Melon Holy Monarch' face and said: “See Melon Eater? ”

“Is my left hand going to turn into a gourmet eater?” Song Shuhang shocked.

Egg Saint King turned his head, looked calmly at Song Shuhang and the Northern Emperor, and looked up again at the white Saint illustrious image.

“You want beauty.” The Great Northern Path: “Your left hand is still in the flesh state, so it should turn into the same state as the old body of the gourd eater. The light of flesh and merit merges without distinction. But in fact, there is a slight difference between the flesh and the light of merit. ”

Song Shuhang: “Then I will be promoted to nine grades. Do I also need to set up a 'throw away the flesh' ritual? ”

Northern Emperor: “Have you practiced the Dual All-Father Art?" If you're not practicing, why are you doing the Abandon the Body ritual? ”

Sparrow Demon Xiaocai: “Saliva, if I could replace Master's left arm, so much power of merit falls into my body, my power of merit will rise to the level of 'Qiao'! ”

Song Shuhang gently shot Xiaocai: “Don't worry, Xiaocai. You're going to be my left and right arm. ”

Xiaocai: "Master, you don't want to put me on your left arm as your left hand, do you? ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

With a canary on your left hand? What kind of painting is this?

Just talking in the room.

All of a sudden, Song Shuhang's left hand still had another spicy pain.

“Here we go again, the pain, the heartburn this time.” Song Shuhang gripped his teeth.

The level of pain this time is no lower than the pain he caused when he used the "secret method of identification".

White holy pictures.

The rain of Kung Fu in the sky has finally stopped.

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

The entire left arm had turned into a golden glass, at which point all the gold on the left arm seemed squeezed and all pressed against the index finger of the left hand.

A moment later, his left hand recovered as it had been, but the index finger turned pure gold, with its own light effects, emitting dazzling rays of light.

- Goldfinger!

“From today on, Master, you are the man with the main character template.” Sparrow Monster Little Colour: “You have something essential for every protagonist - the Golden Finger. ”

Song Shuhang: “…”

A golden finger looks weirder. The unknown thought that his finger had been cut off and replaced with a pure gold finger.

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Song Shuhang's left hand mutated, and the third saint of the millennium, Evergreen, also hung on the meritorious branch, also changed.

Chang Yuanzi is still screaming messy lines in his mouth.

But as the constant power of merit fell into his body, his voice grew lower and lower.

Finally, at the end of Senior White's rain of merit, Chang Yuanzi opened his eyes.

His eyes, no longer chaotic, bright.

Heart attack, over.

The practitioners of the heavens and the earth could not bear to talk.

“The third holy day of the millennium is good luck, encountering the white holy, with the power of the white holy merit, to survive the Heart Magic! ”

“So that the third holy of the millennium can return to the Lord's world? ”

“He owes Bai Saint a debt of gratitude! ”

But the Great Northern Emperor shook his head slightly: “He lost, he lost to the Heart Robbery. ”

“Lost? Isn't he awake?” Song Shuhang asked.

“He would indeed like to thank the power of Baisheng's kung fu, if it were not for the power of this wave of kung fu, after losing to the Heart Magic Robbery, he would directly rob himself of fire and extinguish his divine form. And this wave came from the power of White Saint Kung Fu, who saved his life.” The Great Northern Road.

During the conversation, Chang Yuanzi jumped from the tree of merit, and he bent over deeply to Senior White for a gift.

He knew the end of his defeat in the Heart Magic Robbery, and it was all white seniors who helped him survive.

“Chang Yuanzi thanked Baisheng.” Chang Yuanzi was bitter.

This white saint in front of you… has always been the object of the envy of the Everlasting Son, because he is a loved one.

But now he has to bow to the enemy.

After thanking him, Chang Yuanzi reached out and sacrificed his holy seal.

At this time, his holy seal was dim and without any majesty.

Chang Yuanco sighed lightly.

He missed a big opportunity because he used the 'Xuan Sheng Speech' to confess to the other Xuexianqi, his ferry was a failure.

As he sighed, his seal… began to dissipate.