Chapter 559: Get up, stand up

"Is there any illusion or disguise?"

Su Lang gave the order faintly, "Change his appearance!!"

To be honest, it was a bit strange to see someone who looked exactly like me kneeling in front of me, although I knew it was a clone.

"Have!"

Xianyang Wusheng replied irresistibly.

As the Ancient Great Sage, this method is still available, and it is relatively advanced.

Immediately, he used a disguise technique to change his face and body shape.

This looks completely different from Su Lang.

"Well, it looks much pleasing to the eye."

Su Lang smiled faintly, threw a brick, and ordered again, "Knock your head on the brick!!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Xianyang Wusheng immediately knocked his forehead on the brick, the posture of the knocked head was very standard.

However, he looks very obedient, but his mental activity is like this:

"what!!"

"My magnificent fairy sun martial sage, never kowtow!"

"Damn! I can't control my self-control!"

"Poor me, have you become someone else's puppet? I'm not reconciled!"

"A misstep, eternal hatred——!!!"

Xianyang Martial Saint's heart is bleeding, his dignity is shattering, but he has no power to resist...

"Ok!"

"It's pretty fun!"

Su Lang smiled faintly, "Okay, get up and stand obediently."

Xianyang Wusheng immediately stood up and stood obediently like the punished child.

"Do you want to die or live now?"

"If you want to live, call me Master."

"If you want to die, I will play you to death slowly. Of course, how long will you be played before you die, I don't know."

"Maybe I will keep playing until you don't want to die."

Su Lang said slowly, "Now, tell me your choice!"

In Xianyang Wusheng's heart, 100 million grassy horses ran past.

These two choices seem to be different, but in fact they are both forcing him to submit.

This is a choice!

Xianyang Wusheng's heart was running with tears, and my dignified ancient Wusheng, the existence of killing immortals in the battle of the mainland, actually fell to such a point today!

It's miserable...I feel sorry for myself!

"I choose to live..."

Xianyang Wusheng finally made his own choice.

He said bitterly in his heart: Bah, do I have a choice?

"well."

Su Lang smiled lightly, "Hand over your inheritance, everything will be given to me."

"Yes!"

"The treasures I collected before are all in the fairy palace."

Xianyang Wusheng's voice was bitter, "I actually didn't prepare for the inheritance of the exercises. I need a blank jade slip to enter the exercises."

He hadn't planned to keep the inheritance, but Poor is now forced to take out the inheritance.

"The jade slip is in the space ring."

Su Lang threw down a space ring, "Give me a clear entry of each word, otherwise your consequences will be miserable."

"Yes!"

Xianyang Wusheng nodded and caught the space ring.

He opened it and saw that the corners of his mouth twitched, only to see tens of thousands of blank jade slips inside the space ring!

"Gosh!"

Xianyang Wusheng felt bitter, "Is there tens of thousands of kungfu inheritance to be an ancient Wusheng? I am also very poor in kungfu..."

Immediately, he involuntarily took out a jade slip and began to enter the exercises inside.

"Ah!! Headache!"

As soon as it was entered, Xianyang Wusheng screamed in pain and couldn't help covering his forehead.

This is a sequelae after the seizure of the house, which damages the soul's origin. Once you do some delicate work with mental power, your head will be very painful.

"At any rate, he is also an ancient sage, called Mao?"

Su Lang waved his hand, "Forget it, now take me to get the treasure you collected."

"Yes!"

Xianyang Wusheng breathed a sigh of relief, took the jade slip, obediently turned and led the way.

He was really afraid that Su Lang would let him forcibly record the exercises. If he did that, his soul would be further traumatized.

"Hey, today is a big profit!"

Su Lang followed Xianyang Wusheng, muttering excitedly, "Not only did he harvest the possessions of Xianyang Wusheng, he also accepted an ancient Wusheng as a slave, Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

"..."

Xianyang Wusheng's face twitched, and his heart was filled with sadness and bitterness, "The person involved is here, can you keep me from hearing..."

at the same time.

Yaochi Yiran, who was a hundred miles away, and the others watched Su Lang flying towards the Immortal Palace. You can’t help but look at me, I look at you, with big eyes and small eyes...