Cultivation Chat Group (Web Novel)-Chapter 1877 - It’s you again? Just you wait, I’m going to call my father!

“I, surnamed Song, wouldn’t let myself lose so easily.” Song Shuhang maintained his full-body pseudo-eternity mode while strengthening his two hands with the <Steel Hands Technique).

The black-skinned Soft Feather said, “Ahh… I almost died!”

She was really different from her main body. Soft Feather’s main body liked stimulating and exciting things, and her courage was also especially great, but the black-skinned Soft Feather almost died of fright just now.

“Leave the rest to me,” Song Shuhang said. “Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword, it’s time for us to work together again.”

“Sorry, Shuhang. I don’t think I can work with you today.” The black Scarlet Heaven Sword trembled, and said, “My body is going to shatter if I take on any more stress. I need to recover for a while.”

“…” Song Shuhang.

“Also, let me give you a suggestion, turn off your smoke mode,” the black Scarlet Heaven Sword said. It was pretty obvious that the will that had descended on the skull had been stimulated by Song Shuhang’s pseudo-eternity form.

“Then what?” Song Shuhang asked. “How are we supposed to fight it?”

He quickly canceled his pseudo-eternity smoke mode, and took hold of the shield with both of his hands. At this moment, numerous energy tentacles were still shooting toward him, bombarding the large shield nonstop.

Song Shuhang’s hands went numb from the shock that came with the impact of the tentacles’ attacks.

Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword said, “Don’t be afraid, just fight it. If you can survive until the end, that’s wonderful; if you can’t, you’ll just end up headless like Lady Onion.”

This black Senior Scarlet Heaven Sword really is too unreliable!

Song Shuhang gritted his teeth. “Urgh, I should move the battlefield elsewhere.”

His seniors from the Nine Provinces Number One Group were frozen in time around him. There was a good chance that they would be involved if the battle got out of hand.

Song Shuhang ordered, “Black-Skinned Soft Feather, go to the kitchen and check on Senior White’s condition. If Senior White’s clone can still move, then hurry and bring him here.”

As soon as he encountered danger of this level, the first thing that came to Song Shuhang’s mind was Senior White.

“Got it, Senior Song.” The black-skinned Soft Feather grabbed the damaged Scarlet Heaven Sword, quickly running to the kitchen. However, as she ran, she seemed to have thought of something, and said, “Senior Song, my name is not Black-Skinned Soft Feather, don’t call my name wrong next time!”

Song Shuhang silently looked up at the sky-to be honest, he couldn’t remember what the black-skinned Soft Feather’s name was.

Now, I have to move this tentacle monster away from here. Song Shuhang finely adjusted his position while coming up with several plans in his mind to lure the monster away.

Aggroing monsters was also a kind of skill.

Fortunately, the aggro of this boss was firmly set on him, making it a lot easier for him to pull the boss wherever he wanted.

While Song Shuhang was in the middle of thinking… a sharp tentacle suddenly emerged from the space behind him, shooting toward his waist.

Its speed was so great that Song Shuhang could not react to it at all. Unless Song Shuhang had the ability to predict the future, he would have to take this attack.

“Another one that wants a piece of my kidneys?!”

Chirk!

The tentacle drilled into Song Shuhang’s back, knocking him to the ground.

Immediately after, more than 10 tentacles crossed through space and unceasingly bombarded Song Shuhang, nailing him directly into the ground and blasting out large holes on the beach as they buried him alive.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Covered in sand, Song Shuhang gritted his teeth from the pain of having his body pierced several times… but he had actually not been hurt that much aside from the large bursts of pain that had suddenly assaulted him.

His (Variant Steel Hands Technique), (Scholarly Indestructible Body of the Buddha), (Holy Ape Dragon Power Technique), Spirit Lake Protective Force Field, light of virtue, golden armor of the Thirty-Three Divine Beasts’ Combined Magical Treasure, and many other defensive measures had instantly popped out from his body, greatly reducing the damage he had taken.

In addition… When the will had descended and possessed the demonic head, it had been limited by the physique of the ruined demonic head, so its attack power had been severely weakened. Dharma King Creation’s singing was deadly to these demonic heads, and even if the singing had already ceased, they had still sustained a great deal of damage.

When he was knocked to the ground, Song Shuhang felt some joy in his heart-because the opponent’s tentacles had surprisingly not aimed for his waist, but rather his back.

At the same time, an idea popped up in his mind.

Don’t you want news of ‘eternity’, news of Senior Skylark? Then I’ll hand it right to you.

With a thought, Song Shuhang activated the spatial jump function of the Ancestral Witch’s Blessing on his left hand, and instantly teleported himself to the surface of the sea.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The tentacles continued to bombard the hole in which Song Shuhang had been, turning what had originally been a shallow pit into a deep well.

On the sea, Song Shuhang stepped atop a black lotus, and shouted loudly, “I’m over here!”

The demonic head possessed by the will turned its head sharply. Afterward, tentacles filled the sky and attacked Song Shuhang once more.

Song Shuhang smiled. His right hand stretched out, grabbing a small white hand.

This small hand was broken at the wrist as if it was cut by a sharp magical treasure. The cut was extremely clean, and there was also a layer of frost on the cut. As if the small hand were still alive, it was actually warm to the touch.

The moment Song Shuhang took out this little hand, the attention of the will that possessed the demonic head was immediately attracted by

it.

The ‘aggro’ that had been on Song Shuhang was instantly shifted to the little hand.

Song Shuhang said provocatively, “Is this what you want? If you want it, call me daddy, and I’ll give it to you!” At the same time, he threw the little hand into the sky as strongly as he could.

In the next moment, those countless tentacles shot straight for the little white hand that had been thrown into the sky.

At the same time, some tentacles crossed through the space, and appeared directly beside the small white hand, forming a large net to capture it.

Song Shuhang said softly, “The decision is yours. Now, come out, giant turtle of disaster.”

The tentacles successfully captured the small white hand, and they all quickly wrapped around it.

A wave of pleased mental fluctuations emerged from the will that possessed the demonic head. For it, everything else was secondary; the recovery of this experiment was of the greatest importance.

Just as it was about to recover the small white hand, a huge mouth appeared out of thin air, without the slightest warning.

There had not even been any spatial fluctuations that forewarned of its appearance.

It was as if it had always been at that spot.

In the next moment, that huge mouth fiercely bit at the white little hand together with the tentacles wrapped around it.

(Get lost!) the will roared in anger.

A horrifying pressure assaulted the giant turtle of disaster.

At the same time, a new strand of will came from the void, slammed open the mouth of the giant turtle of disaster, and snatched away the little white hand that had been taken by the turtle.

Song Shuhang pinched his chin. This was the first time that he had witnessed the giant turtle of disaster’s mouth being pried open and having something snatched back from it.

“Wuuu-” The giant turtle of disaster let out a pained cry. Its huge body was completely exposed in the air.

At the same time as it appeared, it glanced at the tentacled skull, and then at Song Shuhang, who was stepping on a lotus in the distance.

The giant turtle of disaster said through gritted teeth, “I-it’s you again!”

It seemed like it was a turtle he was familiar with.

“Just you wait,” cried the giant turtle of disaster. “I’m going to go and call my father over here!”