Chapter 2840: The Knight and the Forty-Meter Lance
Chapter 2840 The Knight and the Forty-Meter Lance
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Originally, Father Goudan and the three-eyed youth thought that Song Shuhang's 'good corpse' would use the virtuous lamia as a carrier. However, once Song Shuhang's 'good corpse' was slashed out, it went straight for the virtuous tribulation lightning tree in the virtuous lamia's hand and actively crashed into the muzzle of the gun.
"What's going on?" Father Goudan asked.
"If you ask me, who should I ask?" the three-eyed youth replied. "You know Ba Xuan better than I do. Why are you asking me?"
Father Goudan was speechless.
Could it be because Song Dan's surname was 'Song,' which has the character for 'wood' in it, that he has a special liking for trees and even prefers 'trees' when choosing a carrier?
"In any case, no matter what, it's fine as long as the good separation is cut out. I'm about to reach my limit. I've been staring at the light of virtue, and my eyes feel a little uncomfortable. I'll have to use some eye drops later," the three-eyed youth said.
"Are you saying that my daughter-in-law isn't good-looking enough?" Father Goudan said, sensitive to the comment.
The three-eyed youth was speechless.
Rebuke me again?
We're the rulers of the Netherworld! Do we have to be so childish?
Are you pretending to be childish and just looking for an opportunity to rebuke me? Considering Father Goudan's bad personality, the latter was more likely!
The two rulers of the Netherworld were once again at loggerheads.
At this time, the virtuous lamia stretched out her hand and threw out the 'Virtuous Thunder Tribulation Tree.'
The 'good corpse' that Song Shuhang had slashed out merged with the virtuous tribulation lightning tree, using it as a carrier and starting to transform.
The process of killing the good corpse was smoother than killing the evil corpse. The 'good thoughts' in Song Shuhang's body weren't absorbed or suppressed, and his good thoughts were relatively large.
The Virtuous Thunder Tribulation Tree began to transform, and in the blink of an eye, it took the form of Song Shuhang in golden monk robes.
There were faint traces of lightning coiling around his monk robe, making crackling sounds.
Under the monk's robe, his muscles were strong and powerful.
The Dual System Virtue Technique circulated endlessly, dyeing the golden monk Song Shuhang with a layer of treasure light, making it difficult for others to look directly at him.
"This poor monk, Ba Shan, greets me." The golden monk Shuhang clasped his hands together and bowed to Song Shuhang.
The moment the golden monk Ba Shan lowered his head, the world lit up!
That bald head was like a small sun, releasing boundless light that illuminated the entire small black room.
"Sun Fist!" The virtuous lamia was dubbing Monk Ba Shan from behind.
Song Shuhang was speechless.
Just like the evil corpse, the good corpse 'Tyrant' had inherited Song Shuhang's cultivation technique, the Dual System Virtue Technique, as well as one of Song Shuhang's innate skills, Sun Finger.
At this moment, this talent was inherited by Ba Shan and was carried forward. Ba Shan's entire head was a huge light source. If he wanted, even his body could release this level of light!
"There's no need to be so polite, Fellow Daoist. You and I are one." Song Shuhang covered his eyes and recited his lines. After completing the ritual of 'cutting three zombies,' he said, "Fellow Daoist Tyrant Kindness, please raise your head quickly. Everyone is going blind."
On the opposite side, Benevolent Tyrant raised his head, and the dazzling light slightly converged, turning into a pillar of light that shot into the sky. From the perspective of Song Shuhang and the others, the head of the good corpse 'Benevolent Tyrant' was like a powerful flashlight, shining the light into the sky.
"Why does he look like a monk?" Song Shuhang asked while looking at Kindness Tyrant, who had completed the ritual. The power of virtue was not the same as the power of Buddhism, right?
Ba Shan maintained the posture of putting his hands together. He smiled slightly and did not get angry. "However, your initial merit was condensed through the soul ferrying method of the Buddhist Sect. This is the karma that you planted yourself."
Song Shuhang was speechless.
"Besides, in terms of appearance, I have to distinguish myself from the Evil Corpse Tyrant," Ba Shan said.
It was supposed to be an evil corpse dressed in black, but because there were too few obsessions and malice on the main body, only its belly button was black. In this way, if he continued to assume the appearance of the white-robed Daoist, his image would overlap with the evil corpse and he would lose his independence.
Song Shuhang raised his head and looked at the sky. There was no way to solve the problem of the Fruit of Terror.
"In addition, this penniless monk and this venerable self are one. In other words, this penniless monk's image is also accepted by this venerable self in the depths of your heart. Otherwise, This Penniless Monk would never be able to appear in this form," Ba Shan added.
Song Shuhang couldn't help but recall the image of his 'true self' in the past, and he was speechless.
"This is all your fault," Monk Ba Shan smiled gently. After he finished speaking, his eyes darkened slightly and he bowed again. "I'm still in the state of cutting three corpses. I won't disturb you any longer. I wish this venerable self can successfully sever the third corpse and attain the supreme Great Dao."
The light of the power of virtue shone on Song Shuhang's face like the powerful headlights of an Audi.
"Fellow Daoist Ba Shan is indeed a good corpse. He has inherited my kind side and is considerate," Song Shuhang opened his eyes and said. This was a physical blindness, blinded by the light.
Monk Ba Shan raised his head and smiled. He slowly retreated.
"Gun!" At this time, the virtuous lamia behind him suddenly called out softly.
Ba Shan stepped back in cooperation. His hands were raised above his head, and his legs were tightly lined up.
The powerful light of virtue condensed into a forty-meter-long light spear under the restraint of Ba Shan.
The virtuous lamia stretched out her hand and grabbed the monk by his waist. Just like how the heavy cavalry of the west held a knight's spear, she held the monk and used him as a knight's spear.
The virtuous fat whale kept raising its head and roaring.
Heavy armored virtuous fairy cavalry!
Moreover, Song Shuhang, Father Goudan, and the three-eyed youth were keenly aware that the virtuous lamia and Tyrant were truly one.
When 'Ba Shan' turned into a fourteen-meter-long knight's spear and the virtuous lamia equipped him, the virtuous lamia and the monk entered a synchronized state. At this time, the virtuous lamia was Ba Shan, and Ba Shan was the virtuous lamia.
"Giddyup ~" The heavily armored virtuous fairy shouted softly.
The virtuous fat whale carried her and began to swim around the small black room, extremely happy.
"Look, Fairy Virtue is so interesting. Are you envious?" Father Goudan said to the three-eyed youth again.
Senior Three-Eyed Youth: "I'm really not envious at all. Don't ask anymore. If you ask, you're a dog egg."
As she spoke, the heavy-armored virtuous lamia ran... He didn't know where she had gone.
This Heavenly Dao Prison was very big, enough for Ninth Stage Tribulation Transcenders to play hide-and-seek here.
"Finally, Self-centric Corpse," Song Shuhang collected his thoughts and said.
After killing two corpses in a row, his strength had increased by a large margin.
It was estimated that after he finished killing the third corpse and stepped into the main world, he would receive a welcome from the Ninth Stage Heavenly Tribulation big shot.