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Although the length is the same as himself, Song Shuhang can see that the scholar is not himself, but should be part of himself - his spiritual ghost... the ghost who was forcibly borrowed by the inexplicable power.

Strange, this ancient well is not able to see the ambitions in the depths of his heart, or want to look? Why do you see your own ghosts?

Isn’t the ambition that is unknown in my heart to make my spirits become a powerful monk of Confucianism, then what about me? Where am I?

Is it true that I am eating and waiting to die, and then let the spirits replace themselves as a partner of justice, and finally win their own fame and fortune? Always feeling... I am not such a person?

Or isn't this the ambition and desire in my heart, but what is happening?

If it is a real thing, the connection between me and the ghost has been cut off. How can I see such a picture? Is it through the power of this ‘古井’ that it has reconnected with the spirit?

However, the visual angle of the picture is not the angle of the "spiritual ghost", which is entirely the perspective of the spectator.

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Just as the book is thinking, in the Gujing picture, the battle between the spirits and the demon dressed in Confucianism has begun.

It should be a very powerful battle.

But to be honest, Song Shuhang looked inexplicably.

He can only see that the Confucian spirits and the demons who are filthy are standing opposite each other, staring at each other, and the light spots between the two sides are flashing.

That light spot seems to be the trace of the battle between the two.

However, Song Shuhang could not see how the two men played against each other.

However, there are a large number of demons dying in the vicinity of the two.

These dead demons have different forms, one of which is similar to a human figure, full of stubble, dressed in pink, and with a large red belt...

When I saw this figure, Song Shuhang suddenly whispered: "Nine secret disciples?"

Although he did not have the memory of these nine secluded disciples in his mind, he always felt where he had seen these guys.

Is it lost memory?

The words of lost memory - have you seen this evil demon on the mysterious island?

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In this way, the filthy demon and the spirits dressed by Confucianism constantly confronted in a way that Song Shuhang could not understand.

I don't know how long the two sides have lasted. Suddenly, the filthy demon smirked.

Then, Song Shuhang saw that the entire ‘nine secluded’ was turned into a thick black liquid, poured into the filthy demon body, and the evil spirits continued to rise!

On the other hand, the scrolls of Confucianism dressed up, the volume of the scroll of the sacred voice, began to burn. After a while, the books around him were all burned out.

Song Shuhang’s heart glimpsed, and there was a bad feeling in the heart.

Confucian dressed up the ghost, sighed in a sigh: "It looks like it is time to end."

During the speech, there was a figure in the spirit of Confucianism dressed up, which was the ‘study of the scholars who forcibly borrowed the body of the ghost.

At this point, the killing and madness in his eyes has been a lot flat, but his face is more unwilling. If it is not enough energy in the body, if he can give him some time, he can at least seal and suppress the evil spirit in front of him.

Unfortunately, there are not so many 'false's in the world.

Liu Shusheng took a step forward and gathered a huge book. This book wrapped his body, the voice of the saint reverberated, purifying the evil around him, and shooting at the filthy demon.

Song Shuhang’s ghosts are also wrapped up by the power of the scholars, and a space door appears next to the ghosts.

[Go back, go back to your master's side. The voice of the glass scholar sounded in the ear of the book.

At the same time, Song Shuhang felt that his body was slightly shocked.

He regained his connection with the spirits. Sure enough, the picture seen from this 'Gujing' is not a wild vision in the bottom of my heart. Instead, the glass scholar who took up his body entered the scene of Jiuyou and the war.

This war has reached the final stage, so the scholars of the glass will send Song Shuhang’s ghosts back.

At the moment when the connection with the ghost is connected, the book navigation senses the state of the ghost at this time.

It hurts!

On the back of the ghost, there are two extremely deep and deep wounds, the kind of pain that cannot be described in words.

Song Shuhang's face was so painful.

Not only that, but the ghosts seem to be trapped in the muddy mud, which is uncomfortable. If it weren't for the protection of the last strength of the glass scholar, the ghost had long been polluted by the filthy mud and fell into a member of the demon!

Song Shuhang’s painful gasp.

At this point, the gap in the space expands and the body of the ghost is pulled into it.

[Sorry, I have borrowed your ghost for so long, and I want to give you a satisfactory reward when I send back the ghost. But now, everything in me is turned into ashes, and there is really nothing to pay for you. I may have to renege on it. The voice of the glass scholar is passed directly to Song Shuhang’s ear through the ghost.

Song Shuhang sighed softly, and he had already received it if he paid. The energy that was passed back from the glass scholars made him break through the realm of the two products to the realm of the three products. This reward is enough to pay for the borrowing of the ghost.

It seems that it can sense the thoughts of Song Shuhang’s heart. The glass scholar turned his head and smiled slightly: [ah, in this case... I am relieved. 】

After all, the door of space will completely wrap the ghosts, and the space transfer begins...

At this time, Huaxia’s time just passed through the early morning and entered the next day.

On Saturday, August 10, the track number: Seeking a scholar.

The ghosts enter the transmission space, but the book can still see the picture of the battle between the ‘glass scholars’ and the demon.

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"Oh." At this moment, the filthy nine sorcerer screamed wildly.

For a moment, the viscous black liquid that passed from the nine secluded, like the boundless sea, was madly injected into the demon.

The whole ‘nine secluded world’ is acting as the backing of this ‘devil’. Under the coronation of this enormous power, in the instant, the evil spirits broke through the limitations of the original realm and reached a higher realm!

This coronating force has a time limit and can only sustain a few breaths.

But for the demon, it is enough.

On the body of the sinister demon, there are thousands of claws to explore, and the mad bangs to the ‘books’ that the glass scholars condense.

With only one blow, the book will be completely destroyed.

At the same time, the thousands of claws are intertwined with each other, and in a thousand claws, a spell like a black giant day is condensed.

Liu Shusheng was standing with his hands on his back. He had no defense and faced the black giant day.

In fact, now he has not even had a single resistance. The residual power can only support his body and not dissipate.

He is not afraid of death...because he was already a dead person very early in the morning.

Hum ~~

The black giant day descended, and it swallowed up the shape of the glass scholar. The body of the scholar became a particle and dissipated in the nine secluded.

In the center of his body, a glass-colored pen was exposed. This is the paradise of the glass scholars, the nine pieces of the sacred level of the instrument.

But under the horror power of the black giant day, the glazed pen was blown up after being smashed. The debris splashed in all directions...

The black giant day, the horror of the horror, swallowed the glass scholar, and exploded. The power of the explosion is full of Song Shuhang can see the whole picture!

Even... the explosion of the black giant day, ignoring the limitations of space, the energy of the black giant day penetrated into the void.

Song Shuhang, the ghost that was being transmitted, was affected by the power of this black giant day.

"Not good!" Song Shuhang was shocked.

The next moment, the power of the black giant day explosion was on the ghost of the book.

The ghost is as if it has been stuffed into the blender, stirred awkwardly and smashed into dough. Then, as if there is a powerful force, pulling his ghost, pull it into noodles!

Throughout the process, accompanied by fierce pain.

This kind of severe pain, through the sharing of senses, was synchronized to the body of Song Shuhang, and he was so cold that he was sweating.

A spirit that has been promoted to a higher quality, possesses wisdom that is not weaker than human beings. The next moment, it decisively cut through the sensory connection between itself and the body, so that the body is free from this pain.

The sensory contact was broken, and Song Shuhang’s painful breathing. His contract with the ghost is still there, and he can sense the state of the ghost.

A powerful force is involved in the ghost, to pull it to the bottomless abyss.

But the spirits at this time have no resistance.

"What should I do?" Song Shuhang clenched his fist.

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Booming ~~

The power of the black giant day is still in the shock space. During the explosion, there was a piece of glass-like debris that was attracted by the spirit of the spirit and landed on the ghost.

嗡~

The shard of glass was in contact with the ghost, and the scent of the scholar of the glass appeared in a short time.

The residual power of the glass scholar gave a smile.

After a moment, his voice rang in the ear of the ghost.

[Sorry, little friend, your ghost, I may not be able to send it back to you. 】

[I didn't expect it, I have to renege on it again. 】

[The collapse of Wanshushan, the holy pool...]

Liu Shusheng seems to want to disclose what information to the book, but his words are still not finished, and the ghosts are constantly ringing the sound of the explosion.

boom! !

The power of the explosion eventually turned into a force that transcended ‘space’. That power caught the ghost, like a roll of noodles, and the ghosts were stretched and rolled into a ball, dragging it into the abyss...

"No." Song Shuhang called in his heart.

But the terrible power was still holding his ghost and disappeared.

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Hum ~~

Song Shuhang felt that his body was in the same state of explosion, and his body fell to the ground...