I lived two hundred years

Chapter 505 Swallowing the Sun
"It seems that the harvest will be a little less this time." King Caesar looked at the white-haired red plum, feeling a little helpless.

He was already familiar with this kind of thing.

Without the cooperation of the white-haired and red-haired plums, Stryker's control of the power in her body would be half the result with twice the effort, and the inheritance content that can be obtained must be greatly reduced.

Shen Lang is rushing to launch the secret technique again, which is not proficient at all, and will lose part of the content out of thin air.

In this way, how much will be left in the end is really worrying.

"Don't forget. He is the one with the strongest ability to make holy emblems among those who have received inheritance over the years.

The white-haired Hongmei still holds a glimmer of hope.

King Caesar was not optimistic about this.

"He doesn't care much about inheritance."

"It's because you take this thing too seriously."

Shen Lang chuckled, spread out his palms, a little bit of golden light condensed, and countless golden words emerged, surrounding them non-stop.

"Why do you still have the heart to talk to us?" King Caesar nervously looked at the sphere formed by the golden text in Shen Lang's hand.

This is the content that was condensed after smashing the inheritance in Shen Lang's mind through the secret method.

These contents can be directly absorbed without cracking, and their value is inestimable.

Get it, and an ordinary person can become a top holy symbol maker in one leap.

Although it was not the first time seeing King Caesar, he still couldn't help being excited.

In recent years, Xinshicheng has already solved most of the inheritances by relying on the white-haired and red plum clan, but these inheritances are scattered and fragmented.

Now, just a little bit, these things can be connected together to form a relatively complete inheritance system.

As long as they can succeed, they can cultivate their own holy emblem creators.

At that time, their New World City will be able to rely on these holy emblem makers to crush those cities that covet their status.

What White Bird City will become the dust of history.

"It's not right."

The white-haired Hongmei looked at the golden text ball in Shen Lang's hand, and couldn't help calling King Caesar.

King Caesar paused, went in without knowing it, and looked over.

"I didn't share anything."

Hearing this, King Caesar's face suddenly turned ugly.

He was about to question Shen Lang, but suddenly he saw the golden text ball in Shen Lang's palm suddenly swell, becoming as big as a person's head, floating in mid-air, emitting golden light, dazzling.

"Why is it so big? How much content should it have? Did he keep all the inheritance?"

King Caesar couldn't help but stepped forward, wanting to see what happened, but was sent flying by a golden shock wave, and took several steps back to stabilize his figure.

"This is……"

Under the shocked gazes of King Caesar and Bai-haired Hongmei, the huge golden text ball suddenly shrank and turned into a glittering golden feather in front of their eyes, and Shen Lang slapped him on the forehead with his backhand.

The golden light flashed and disappeared completely, as if nothing had happened.

However, the shock of King Caesar and Bai-haired Hongmei could not be concealed no matter what.

"No new inheritance feathers have been condensed. You just got all the inheritance knowledge just now."

The white-haired Hongmei woke up and looked at Shen Lang with bright eyes.

"NO, I have not."

As Shen Lang said, he grabbed the air with his right hand, and a golden ball of light appeared in his palm.

In the ball of light, a feather flutters up and down in it.

"Isn't this the inheritance feather?"

"how come?"

The white-haired red plum took the inheritance feather and reached out to touch it.

Immediately, the feather of inheritance turned into golden characters again and entered her spiritual world.

"How is it?" King Caesar asked quickly.

The white-haired Hongmei nodded and said, "This is indeed the feather of inheritance."

"Then just now..." King Caesar looked at Shen Lang and asked, "How much inheritance content have you got?"

"I'm not sure, but there are indeed quite a few." Shen Lang suddenly looked into the distance, and then looked away after a while.

"Why can't I share what you got?"

White-haired Hongmei finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I modified this secret technique a little bit." Shen Lang said with a slight smile, "This secret technique has too many loopholes, so it's quite troublesome to modify."

King Caesar and Bai-haired Hongmei both looked at aliens.

Shen Lang just flipped through the cheat book.

In such a short period of time, not only have you learned the secret technique, but you have also brought forth the new and improved the secret technique that has been revised by countless people?

This is no longer what a genius can describe.

This is simply a monster.

Is this guy really human?

"Master Stryker, this is inappropriate." King Caesar recovered first, and his face darkened.

"What's inappropriate?" Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and said, "I never promised to share things with you."

King Caesar was furious.

Shen Lang didn't agree, but he knew that there was a problem with the secret technique, so he accepted the secret technique. Isn't that the default that they can share content?

It's a pity that they didn't make it clear before, Shen Lang suddenly turned his face and denied him, and they had nothing to do.

In an instant, King Caesar had the idea of ​​forcibly keeping Shen Lang behind.

But thinking of Shen Lang's battle with the son of the gods just now, he still dared not move.

That is the son of the gods, the president of the Hermitage of the Seven Gods, and a god-level powerhouse.

Such a person can't take down Stryker, who can?

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly sounded from outside the City Lord's Mansion.

Several people turned their heads to look, their eyes penetrated the wall, and saw a embarrassed figure.

Blonde hair and white wings, praised by the gods, virtue is always with me.

This man is the son of the gods.

Even though he was forced to leave by Shen Lang just now, he still remained calm.

But at this moment, his calmness was gone.

A series of scars that seemed to be bitten by dental caries spread all over the Son of God's body, not only making his bright and clean clothes tattered, but also staining his spotless body with blood.

So who is the powerful son of the gods, who caused him to be injured like this?
The answer was quickly revealed.

As a black light fell to the ground, a man in black robe appeared in front of everyone.

He has a majestic appearance and does not need any action. It is natural for people to be convinced and obey his orders.

However, there is one thing that attracts everyone's attention more than his appearance.

That is, a pair of small black horns growing on his head.

Those two horns are a bit like deer antlers, but the whole body is pitch black, with a metallic texture, like the sharpest magic weapon, which will tear the space and appear above your throat at any time.

"Sun Swallowing Dragon, why did you appear here?"

The son of the gods looked at the man in black robe, with flames of hatred dancing in his eyes.

He fell into this end, and the answer is beyond a doubt, it is the man in black robe called "Sun Swallowing Dragon" in front of him.

"Of course I came here with you. The dignified president of the Hermitage of the Seven Gods acted alone. Isn't this tempting us to come and kill you?"

The Sun Swallowing Dragon chuckled, stretched out his long tongue, licked his lips, and showed a ferocious and evil smile.

(End of this chapter)