sword from heaven

Chapter 565 The Golden Palace
Gu Shaoshang frowned and said, "Why did you say that?"

"How lucky you are to have such a friend!" Du Feilin said, "It's a great advantage."

"Haha..." Gu Shaoshang couldn't help laughing.

Not only did Du Feilin say this, but his father was also very envious, who made his luck and personality good.

Back then, I was able to become friends with Brother Xie because I was soft-hearted and not as cruel as my father hoped.

Because of this shortcoming, it became the key to becoming friends with brother Xie. This is great luck. That's what his father said, and he also thought it was good.

However, he really doesn't want to change his personality. Even if he wants to be a valley owner in the future, this personality will become a huge flaw, and he is still not ready to change.

Everyone has their own shortcomings, such as this kind of inherent shortcomings, even if they are changed, they will be completely different, and they will make their lives very hard.

Du Feilin sneered: "But will your good luck always follow you? I'm afraid not?"

"How do you know not?" Gu Shaoshang snorted.

Du Feilin said: "I am an example. I was able to get the divine stone and get along with it for hundreds of years, but I will lose it in the end. There will be someone with better luck to replace you."

"You are like this, but I may not!" Gu Shaoshang said indifferently.

Du Feilin shook his head and was too lazy to say more.

Young is young, and those who cannot understand what they say will always be taught a lesson in the future, and at that time they will understand how correct their words are.

Song Yunge performed the Tongtian Kungfu, when he was exhausted, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then the golden light flashed, and he could hardly open his eyes.

He was tense all over, lest there be a threat, but slowly opened his eyes, and found that he was standing in a golden hall.

The golden hall was in ruins, some of the golden pillars that the two men could hold were broken, and some collapsed.

The golden ground is cracked, and the long cracks are like a spider's web.

He knelt down and touched a crack carefully, and suddenly a red line appeared on his palm, bleeding slowly.

Song Yunge's face changed slightly.

His current body is no longer a mortal body, and has been transformed into an inhuman existence by Tongtian Gong. Even if he stabs and cuts vigorously with a sword, he can't even make him bleed.

But now that he is running Tongtian Kungfu, his skin is still cut by the force in this gap, and even a strange force penetrates into the meridians, pulsating like an electric current.

Wherever it passed, it was numb and powerless, and the Tongtian Kungfu desperately encircled and suppressed it, and almost exhausted the Tongtian Kungfu to destroy it.

Song Yunge had lingering fears in his heart, and his face was solemn.

Jumping and jumping, he stepped over the cracks, came to the entrance of the main hall, and slowly pushed the door open.

But the door is like a solidified cast, and it can't be pushed.

Song Yunge didn't believe in evil and tried harder, and he exerted all his divine power, but he didn't move at all.

Not to mention a door, even if the door is ten meters high and five meters wide, it is a wall, and one push by oneself is enough to knock it down.

He looked around.

The hall is spacious, nothing, not even windows, only the dazzling golden light.

Is this underground?

Song Yunge restrained his thoughts and closed his eyes, and began to exercise his kung fu, wanting to restore his own heavenly kung fu.

But as soon as he made a move, his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

There was no power around, and under the urging of Tongtian Kungfu, no power was absorbed into the body.

This means that I can't recover my strength, and I can't activate the Tongtian Kungfu. If I can't activate the Tongtian Kungfu, then I can't go back!

His face was gloomy, he looked left and right, his thoughts raced, trying to find a way out, and suppressed his anxiety and panic.

In case I really can't go back, then this place is equivalent to a coffin, and I will be buried here.

Zhuo Xiaowan will be sad, and Wu Youxue will be sad too, but they are afraid that they will forget about themselves after a while, they will no longer be sad, and they still have a glimmer of hope that they can go back.

I don't know if they will wait for me.

How long can they wait if they wait for themselves?Ten years, eight years, or a hundred years?or even longer?

These distracting thoughts shot up like wildly growing grass.

He tried his best to suppress it, but still couldn't completely suppress it. At this time, it seemed that his mind-controlling skills had weakened.

He immediately understood that it wasn't that his mind control skills were weak, but that there were weird surges and madness that stimulated distracting thoughts.

With an idea, he thought of the Ghost King's Sutra. After the merger, the Ghost King's Sutra has a strange power. It is neither a soul nor an aura. It has not been clear what kind of power it is.

He wanted to figure out what it was now, maybe it was his chance to save his life.

Immediately he started working.

A trace of strange power drilled into the body, like an electric current drilled in, and instantly circulated along the ghost king meridian, and after a circle, it became gentle and mellow.

Song Yunge was overjoyed.

The world is so strange, and my luck is so good, if I don't get the whole Ghost King Sutra, it is impossible to get this power, then I really want to die.

He greedily ran it over and over again, a stream of current-like power drilled into his body and transformed it into mellow power, and then transformed it into the power of Tongtian Kungfu.

An hour later, he slowly moved forward and stood in front of the gate again. He already had a source of strength, so he was not in a hurry to go back.

"Boom!" His tyrannical strength focused on the gate, and then there was a loud noise, and the gate flew out.

The two gates flew away like snowflakes, and his eyes suddenly opened up, and he saw an open square.

The square is like a white ocean. White stones pave the square to form a circle, and the end is shrouded in golden mist, making it impossible to see further.

Song Yunge frowned, looked down at the white stones, his face gradually became serious, and he recognized them.

These are the divine stones.

The stones that fell on Tianfury Peak were these white stones, but they didn't understand why they fell.

His figure flickered, and he came directly in front of Jin Wu, his face changed slightly, and he hurriedly backed away.

The golden mist gave him an inexplicable fear, as if he would die if he touched it, so he couldn't touch the golden mist.

He thought of the golden color of the hall.

But it is also golden, the golden mist is dark gold, the hall is bright gold, one is bright and the other is dark, giving people completely different feelings.

He pushed it out lightly.

The violent power roared out, but the golden mist remained motionless, as if a strong wind had blown over a boulder, unable to shake it.

Song Yunge retreated violently.

A cloud of golden mist rushed towards him at an extremely fast speed, drawing a piece of golden light in the air, as if forming a golden beam of light.

Song Yunge kept retreating until he got into the hall.

The golden mist stopped when it rushed to the entrance of the main hall, and then disappeared without a trace.

Song Yunge shook his head with a serious expression, took a step out and then immediately retracted, only to find that there was no golden mist coming.

He had a feeling just now, as if the golden mist was awakened by a giant beast, and was about to swallow him in one gulp, even though it was only a small mist of golden mist, it still gave him the feeling of a giant beast.

(End of this chapter)