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"Hate hate ~ ~ that is not into the reincarnation, eternal for the ghosts, but also to restore!" The black spirits made a fierce roar, at the same time, its body shape as a blowing balloon as big, from the beginning of the table tennis is very It is rising to half a person.

Looking closely at his appearance, it is faintly visible that there is a trace of the ‘tand’ that died in the hands of Song Shuhang. However, there are only five similarities between the ‘stars’.

This is obviously the grievance formed by the curse of Song Shuhang before the death of the lord. Only this grievance was crushed once by Song Shuhang himself, and was swallowed several times by Jingbadoudou, but this curse has not disappeared yet?

This time, Jingba Peas, not by Song Shuhang. However, because of the excessive consumption of mental energy, Song Shuhang could not maintain even the mental tactics of 'vigilance'.

The cursed ghosts slowly formed again, and it sneered, and the sharp claws were caught in the throat of Song Shuhang. This claw goes down, and there are absolutely five blood holes left in Song Shuhang’s throat.

Just when the sharp claw tip was about to stab Song Songhang, a group of white spirits was violently drilled from Song Shuhang's heart. It was the Golden Shield Spirit of the contract with Song Shuhang.

The white spirit is only as big as a fist, and the black grievance is now half the size.

However, the ghosts are not afraid. I saw it violently open his mouth and screamed at the grievances.

A strange scene happened. The ghost is like a long whale. Its mouth is like the purple cucurbit that can be used to bring people into it. It directly swallows the black grievances!

"嗝~" The ghost was satisfied with the fullness, and even the body type has risen a bit. Then, he yawned and retracted back into Song Shuhang’s heart.

Song Shuhang in his sleep licked his mouth and felt that he had made a very good dream... He turned over and continued his beautiful dream.

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That is a beautiful dream.

This time, in the dream, Song Shuhang became an ancient person again.

He has an innocent childhood and a loving parent. However, when he was six years old, he got a strange disease and his medicine was not working. The father took him around for medical treatment, but his strange disease has not recovered.

In the end, his parents sent him into the dilapidated Taoist temple, which was dozens of miles away from home, and was taken over by a flaming red robe.

The Taoist red robes are not ordinary people, but a god. In the dream, Song Shuhang followed him to start life, drinking bitter medicine every day, and playing a few strange punches every day with Daochang.

Two years later, his condition has recovered, and he has mastered the power of not being a mortal.

Then, one day after two years and three months, the head of the red-hot robes came to a towering giant tree with the dream of Song Shuhang.

"The poor road is called red scorpion. You and I are destined to have a fate. Look good!" The flaming robes of the robes smirked, then he stood under the giant tree, folded the branches, and began to perform in the same place. stand up.

What is the secret of the practice is taught in the mouth.

That should be a set of swordsmanship, but Song Shuhang can't understand.

Because with the length of the sword, the figure of the road is getting more and more blurred, and often skips a paragraph... and the words or exercises taught are told in another language, and it’s heard in Song Shuhang. It’s the chicken and the duck.

But the ‘he’ in his dreams seems to be very clear, and he’s so intoxicated.

After the demonstration of the flaming robe of the robes, he smiled lightly: "How much is it?"

"90%." The ‘he’ in his dreams is honest.

"Yes, this 90% is enough for you to condense a golden dragon to get involved in the avenue. In the future, you will work **** your own." Akasaka said with a smile, caressing the head of his dream.

The ‘he’ in his dream smiled shyly, feeling faintly – the Taoist seems to say goodbye to him?

The red scorpion, the kindness, caressed his head and squatted in front of him, trying to tell him something.

Suddenly, I was puzzled and looked at the ‘he’ in my dreams.

Song Shuhang can feel that the long gaze of the red scorpion is as deep as the universe. It seems to pass through the 'he' in the dream, directly through countless time and space, and has been gazing into the Song Shuhang itself behind the 'he' in the dream. !

Song Shuhang feels cold, just like his whole person has been seen through!

"It turns out that, mean! Interested!" Chisong Zidao smiled haha.

Then, the Taoist leader stood up again and picked up the branch.

Then, the language of the red scorpion road was changed, and a retelling of a slogan was resumed.

The ‘he’ in this dream is completely incomprehensible, because this is not the language he is familiar with, he has never heard of it.

But... Song Shuhang understands!

"The poor road, the red scorpion, when entering the road, it is based on a set of 'flame knives' that can be seen everywhere in the monk world. It is the foundation of the poor road. Now, the greedy road, this belongs to my 'flame knife' and teaches you Although it is just a common knife that can be seen everywhere, I hope that you will not be too poor."

Song Shuhang has an illusion that the red-haired robes of the red robes at this time are not told by the ‘he’ in the dream, but by talking directly to him through the ‘he’ in the dream!

"The time is limited, the greedy road will be shown for you once." The red scorpion's long hand continued to sway the branch, using the branch as a knife, and the wrist flipped over and slashed.

In an instant, Song Shuhang felt that the world was burning.

There seems to be an infinite flame in the branches of the head of the road, and the flames are incompetent and never extinguished!

The knife falls, the flame envelopes the world, and the world is prosperous, all burned out in the flame! Even the ‘天’, which is high above, is burnt red by the fire.

There is no knife, no knife, no tricks, and some are just the knife! This knife is a set of knives!

When Song Shuhang faced this knife, he felt that the whole person was hot and hot, his mouth was dry and his blood was exhausted!

However, I have a lot of feelings.

Although the red scorpion leader could not see Song Shuhang, he seemed to know that Song Shuhang had already learned a lot. He laughed and reached out, and the branches in his hands were turned into ashes.

Moreover, the towering branch behind him also disappeared into ashes.

The ‘he’ in his dream was stunned.

The length of the flaming robe was screaming, and the footsteps steadily stepped into the sky. Without ignoring a bit of external force, the volley faltered and stepped up, eventually disappearing.

In his dream, ‘he’ respected the land and honestly smashed three heads.

Then... The picture changes in the dream, it is already unknown how many years later.

The ‘he’ in his dream is already an adult. At this time, he bears a blue dagger and wears a robe with the same style as the aided scorpion, but he changes the color to cyan.

The monk of the blue robes, scattered repair, Li Tiansu!

So far, Song Shuhang opened his eyes... It was bright.

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The time is 6:03 in the morning. July 2, Tuesday, sunny.

Song Shuhang sat up from the bed.

"Is it a dream?" During the conversation, he found himself drenched and sweated!

"It’s not a dream... So, is that ‘remember’ of Li Tian’s?” Because there was a similar memory, Song Shuhang immediately realized it.

The ‘Li Tiansu’ should be his own predecessor in the contract when he was flying the corpse and exploding two pieces of equipment?

Because the white predecessors were asking about the name of the scattered, Song Shuhang heard the answer to ‘scattering, Li Tiansu’.

However, why did this memory of Li Tiansu’s memory appear in his mind?

Is it a ghost? The ghost ghost seems to have absorbed some of the energy of Li Tian's plasticization road and has undergone a change. Then, when the ghost ghost synchronizes with him, he is allowed to 'see' the memory.

As he was thinking about it, Song Shuhang bowed his head and saw the ring on his finger, the bronze ring.

It is Li Tian who left one or two items after plasticizing.

"Is this ring not because of the ghost, but because this ring has the thoughts of the former owner? So will I make that dream?" Song Shuhang said again.

When I think of that dream, the most profound thing in Song Shuhang’s memory is the flame knife taught by the ‘赤霄子’.

Akasaka said that it was just the ‘flame knife method’ that can be seen everywhere in the monk world.

However, when the red scorpion pulls out a flame knife, the eternal fire that burns everything, even the sky is burned, is it just an ordinary ‘flame knife method’?

This is a burning knive!

Suddenly, Song Shuhang was eager to move. The red scorpion has taught this ‘flame knife’. Do you want to try it and see if it’s a ‘dream’? Or is Li Tian's ‘memory’?

Song Shuhang flew to the safe, opened it, and took out the sword that was obtained from the squadron of the 'Moon Knife'.

The name of the knife is broken, the length of the knife is three feet and three, it is very hard, and the burning of the fire of the robbery seems to have some more magical changes.

With the knife, Song Shuhang ran to the top of the fifth floor.

Because of the saga of the "Samsung Royal Fire Fan", he did not dare to come around in the room.

"Try it, no one will see it anyway. Just be a daydream." Song Shuhang took a deep breath and recalled the appearance of Akasaka's ‘flame knife’.

He also rotates the blade, and the blood in his heart and eyes is boiling and spurting, and then he smashes out...

Magnificent, cool and handsome!

However, no flames came out.

Not to mention the flames, not even Mars.

"Haha." Song Shuhang laughed.

I am... are you dreaming?

Or, this ‘flame knife’, he needs to work hard and hard to master?

"In any case, I have time every day. It is better to take some time out every day and occasionally practice this flame knife." Song Shuhang decided in his heart.

If you can be like a red scorpion, you will be able to smash the flames.

"I don't think much, let's practice first. I have to go to class seriously these days." Song Shuhang took the next bone.

Then, put the knives of the tyrants to the side, and began to cultivate the "King Kong Basic Boxing Method", and then use the "True My Meditations" to guide the blood into the third 窍 "snose".

The third snot is more difficult than opening the eyelids. If you don't use external forces, it will take two years to say less.