Beyond the eighth palace.
A wild place.
The red military tent rustled in the cold wind.
The rain fell heavily.
In recent days, except for the day when the White Cave interdimensional space was opened, it has been raining continuously.
The world here is quite desolate.
With the opening of the White Cave, the number of people staying there has dropped sharply, and the surrounding area has become even more gloomy.
"Buzz!"
In the deputy tent, a round wheel suddenly trembled violently, waking up the drowsy nurse Hong Yi.
This is a middle-aged man, wearing a hood, his hands curled up between his sleeves, his mouth chattering as he sleeps.
But when the round wheel shook violently, his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and he bounced up like a conditioned reflex.
"coming?"
Hong Yi's face was somewhat panicked that could not be concealed.
Lan Ling, the manager of Baiku Red Clothes, once said that this "Tian Yuan Spirit Detection Plate" detects stowaways above the Dao of Killing.
Within a radius of thirty miles, as long as someone beyond this level appears, the Tianyuan Spirit Exploration Plate can instantly sense it.
At this moment, Lan Ling, Xin and Shouye all entered the white cave.
There is only one Lord Black Soul left who can serve as director here.
"Come here, go and invite the black soul..."
The man in red just yelled, and the tent curtain was immediately opened by a dark armored hand.
"Lord Dark Soul!"
The man immediately bowed.
"What's the matter?"
Black Soul is a man who is fully armed with dark armor, his face cannot be seen at all, and his voice is dull and powerful.
The red clothes used by others could only be draped over his shoulders.
The train of his robe, which was long enough to sweep the floor, barely touched his calves under his tall and powerful figure, fluttering in the wind.
As soon as he lowered his head, he entered the camp.
Four people in red clothes filed in behind him and stood on the left and right.
There was a "rumbling" sound, silver snakes danced in the sky, and the rain became heavier.
"The Tianyuan Spirit Exploration Plate is moving!"
Red-robed Ginseng looked at Lord Black Soul, who was two dozen heads taller than a normal person, and felt certain in his heart. He pointed at the round wheel and his voice stabilized.
Black Soul's eyes hidden under his helmet stared at the past, only to see that the disc was extremely quiet.
"Are you sure it moved?"
When his voice dropped lower, Shen An felt his legs and feet go weak.
"It really moved. It must have moved once just now. I can't be wrong."
"What were you doing just now?" Black Soul turned around.
"I……"
Shen'an's face suddenly turned red.
I was sleeping just now.
Because I worry and worry day and night, I am always afraid that this thing will move.
So, what you saw was an illusion?
"It can't be an illusion!"
Shen An said solemnly: "Although I was a little dozed off just now, but..."
"doze off?"
Black Soul's voice rose a little higher.
The four red-clothed attendants behind him raised their eyes at the same time. The cold wind blew outside the tent, directly sending the murderous aura from the sky into this small space.
Shen'an's strong outer shell was shattered.
He sat back on the seat with a thud.
But when he thought that Master Black Soul was still standing, how could he sit down?
After standing up for a moment, he took a step forward and supported the back of the seat with his hands, allowing himself to stand up straight.
"I'm definitely not wrong!"
"The 'Tian Yuan Spirit Exploration Plate' moved, and it was still a huge earthquake. In other words, it is possible that more than one slasher entered the realm of the White Cave."
"At this moment, a large search should be carried out in a thirty-mile radius."
"I was wrong for taking a nap, but I should be punished afterwards."
He forced himself to raise his head.
But the tone became weaker and weaker with the cold murderous intent in the air.
"Are you teaching me how to do things?"
Black Soul made no move, and walked directly in front of Shen An, lifting him up by the neck until the person in his hands turned red in the face, and then said solemnly:
"You guys are just used to Lan Ling."
"A good organization in red has developed such a lazy and tired attitude, how unworthy it is!"
With a "bang" sound, he struck out with his spiritual strength. Shen An's whole body spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air like a flying cannonball, and then hit the barrier of the camp.
"puff."
The human body slips.
Shen An felt as if his throat had been crushed and blood spurted out again.
"Hong, the power of Hongyi is not for beating your own people!"
Cough twice.
Shen'an raised his head again with a look of anger.
Although it is difficult to speak.
But his tone was a bit tougher.
"This is why you, Black Soul, were deposed."
"If Lord Lan Ling were here, he would definitely not act so indiscriminately!"
He was furious in his heart.
"Take action..."
Dark Soul sneered.
"Rewards will be rewarded, and punishment will be punished."
"You almost made a mistake, but you still want to make up for it and punish you later?"
"If there are such good things in the world, wouldn't those who do harm be forgiven by heaven and earth if they act righteously in time?"
"ridiculous!"
Fingers lightly brushed against Peep.
In the dark space, the black soul's gaze is so cold that it can bite people.
He passed a few people beside him and came directly to the round wheel. He stood still and began to think in his mind.
"The perception of the throne cannot be wrong..."
"Although that girl Lan Ling has done a lot of work, she has nothing to say about the way of the spiritual formation..."
"So, Zhan Dao, is it Taixu..."
Black Soul placed his hands on the round wheel and injected spiritual energy into it.
After a moment of buzzing, a light curtain was projected into the void.
"three people!"
At this moment, everyone's attention was taken away by the three figures in the picture.
But before he could see the faces of those people clearly, the picture flickered and disappeared.
Even the violently trembling round wheel returned to calm.
"Are you aware of it?"
Black Soul was shocked.
Being so far apart, with the help of heaven as a cover, those three guys could still be so keenly aware of the existence of the "Tian Yuan Spirit Detection Plate"!
"I just said there is someone..."
Before the overjoyed Shen An finished speaking, Black Soul glanced at him, and he instantly became mute.
"Shut up, you derelict!"
The rain fell heavily, and the scene was extremely quiet for a moment.
"Lord Black Soul, what are your plans?"
The four red-clothed men behind him couldn't help but make a sound.
Although the red clothes are all in their own way due to the gathering from the White Cave.
But in the face of places like White Cave where accidents often occur, when necessary, everyone must unite together to solve the problem.
"Three great ways of killing..."
Dark Soul simply assumed the worst of the situation.
If there were three great slayers, then I could only resist two of them at most.
If the remaining one is just left to the dozens of thrones here to deal with.
It is estimated that even if it finally succeeds, there will be countless casualties.
Black Soul felt certain, raised his head, faced the four people in front of him and said: "First seal off all the spaces here to prevent illegal immigrants, and then open the protective spiritual array in the eighth palace. The rest, follow me..."
His words suddenly stopped.
"Where to go?"
The four big men in red were all startled.
Why did you say this halfway and then stop saying it?
"As for the scene just now... Lord Black Soul, could it be that you have already determined where they are?" someone asked aloud.
"Yo!"
Outside the curtain, a high-pitched voice suddenly came.
"How long has it been, and I haven't found anyone yet!"
"Not to mention your Lord Black Soul, you idiots should also know where he is at this moment."
"Who!" Hongyi turned around in shock, and his spiritual power smashed the curtain into pieces.
But except for the pouring rain, there was no sign of anyone outside.
"At this."
A high-pitched male voice appeared inside.
The four red-coated men all looked sideways, and saw an extremely slim man in a red dress squatting in front of the red-coated man lying on the ground, slowly extending his orchid finger.
"Get up, the ground is very cold, please give me a hand."
Shen An was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
The person was clearly in front of him, but he didn't fully realize the person's existence until the sound came out!
Kill the way!
It's definitely Zhan Dao!
This person's understanding of the way of heaven may even have reached the peak of the way of killing, and he is on the same level as Master Black Soul!
With a "bang" sound, the floor under Shen An's butt exploded, and his whole body was about to fly towards Lord Black Soul.
At this time, how can there be any red faction?
The best manager is one who can keep himself alive!
However, before the figure flew very far, Shen An felt something tugging at the skirt of his clothes and pulled him back.
"Why are you running?"
"Is it because someone's ugly appearance scares you?"
When Shen An came back to his senses, he found that he had already sat on the lap of the man in the red dress without knowing it.
This man's red dress has a high slit.
As soon as he sat on the seat, his pair of beautiful and slender jade legs were unreservedly displayed in front of everyone.
Shen'an could only touch it with her butt, and she could feel the absolute heat of male hormones underneath.
Coupled with the delicate sound in my ears...
He couldn't control himself at all, and goosebumps spread all over his body from his feet to his head.
"Giggle, are you scared?"
The man in the red dress covered his mouth and chuckled: "Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you..."
His words suddenly stopped, and his eyes were fixed on Shen An's face, and his whole figure seemed to be sluggish.
"Brother, you are so handsome..."
"Zi——"
At this time, Shen'an felt that not only was his body covered with chicken skin, but his soul also seemed to have been touched by ice water, and he almost ascended to heaven for a moment.
"You idiot, get out of here!"
Shen An struggled to struggle, but found that the power on his body was completely useless.
It's like the body and soul are separated.
He could only watch his body, limp and sinking little by little as the other party held him tighter and tighter.
"Damn it!"
"What the hell happened?!"
"Dark Soul!"
"Lord Black Soul, help me——"
Sanan roared.
But it was finally discovered.
Whether it is breathing fragrance from one's own mouth, or calling for help.
The sound he made could only be heard by himself!
"Dark Soul..."
He was desperate.
God's way!
This is the isolating power of heaven!
Under such absolute control, his own throne cultivation level cannot even resist him in the slightest.
This is the true master of cutting the path.
A peerless existence whose throne relies on numbers and can never be resisted.
"Lord Black Soul, please help him..."
The four men in red clothes were completely shocked when they looked at Shen An in the arms of the man in the red dress.
From the moment the man in the red dress approached, when Shen An flew up, to when he flew into the guy's arms, everything was so smooth and natural.
They even suspected Shen An was a spy.
This man in the red dress was the one who called him.
Dark Soul didn't respond.
All four of them realized something was wrong.
"Lord Dark Soul?"
He called out again, but Black Soul still had no response.
Now, everyone was panicking.
"alarm!"
"Enemy attack——"
Reminders and calls for help instantly rang through the void.
But in the past, as long as I shouted out, there would definitely be a response from the red-clothed camp base.
At this moment, there is no sound!
"It's over..."
The four people's hearts went cold at the same time.
This time the visitor turned out to be no ordinary Dao Slayer.
Rather, it is an existence that has reached the highest level of applying the way of heaven in the way of killing.
This class of people, let alone the throne.
The ordinary red-clothed Zhan Dao came over, and he was probably going to die!
At this moment, they can only place their hope on the Lord Black Soul in front of them.
"Lord Dark Soul!"
"black……"
"It's so noisy, it's so noisy!"
The man in the red dress was helping Shen An wipe the saliva that had not yet been wiped off his face. He was so noisy by these noisy guys that he rolled his eyes.
"Your Lord Black Soul is too busy taking care of himself, how can he have time to save you?"
He waved his hand and the void isolation was unlocked.
The four red-clothed men were shocked at the same time.
Above Black Soul's head, he saw a dark dragon head that was several hundred feet in size. At this moment, the demigod was entering the top of the tent.
The dragon's mouth is wide open.
Beneath it was Lord Black Soul, who was drowned in endless saliva.
"this……"
Looking at this situation, doesn't it mean that when the dragon's head merges, the black soul will have its head in a different place?
The faces of the four men in red were extremely pale in an instant.
What kind of existence is this?
Even Lord Black Soul was taken down without knowing it?
Is this still Zhan Dao?
Could it be that this person has already reached that supreme state?
Too weak?
"Brother Black Soul~"
The man in the red dress finally focused his eyes on the armored man in front of him and called softly: "Long time no see."
"Storyteller..."
Black Soul's heart sank to the bottom.
He expected the power of the person who came over.
But I never would have thought that this person would be one of the Saint Slaves who stirred up turmoil in the world at that time in the Central Territory!
There are nine saint slaves, all of whom have reached heavenly cultivation.
The storyteller in front of me was ranked seventh.
How can he contend with such existence?
Even if you know that the person in front of you has not reached Taixu yet.
But how can the gap between Zhan Dao and Zhan Dao be just the slightest bit?
At least, he would not dare to touch the Nine-Death Thunder Tribulation before becoming Taixu.
This storyteller, just looking at this insight into the way of heaven, is probably not far away from the final disaster!
And he can appear here.
That means that the red-clothed people in the entire camp will never have the chance to come to support.
But……
Dark Soul was confused.
There must be one of the three figures seen in the round wheel just now.
But why, even though people dozens of miles away can be teleported directly and accurately to the red-clothed camp, the formation doesn't even trigger the alarm?
Is this really the same person?
Or is there really a spy in the red coat?
"Brother Black Soul, stop guessing."
Shen An, who was being held by the storyteller, moved his sitting position, then pointed at the wheel and said: "Turn on the projection for me first. I want to see where my brother is."
Dark Soul was shaking with anger.
He felt humiliated.
A moment ago, I felt like I could fight one against two.
Now he felt like he was being ridiculous.
How can this exist where one can fight one against two?
This is something that is completely impossible to do even if you pull out a hair and bury it with someone!
"Open it!"
The storyteller lifted her red skirt to let the light shine on her legs, making them shiny and pleasing to the eye.
Black Soul tried to struggle, but as soon as this thought occurred, the man in the red dress in front of him spoke again.
"Don't even think about finding someone!"
"Your help in white has not arrived yet. At this moment, you are like mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and you cannot protect yourself."
"If you don't cooperate, they will strip them all naked, including you, and then tie them here until Hong Yi comes out to rescue them."
He paused and said: "Don't worry, my brother said you can't kill people, so as long as you cooperate, they won't die."
"But not cooperating..."
"whee!"
The storyteller covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyes flowing over the big red-clothed bodies, revealing a glow of excitement.
Black Soul remained silent.
He carried the dragon head above his head, slowly took a few steps forward, and reached out to touch the round wheel.
The storyteller took out the ancient book from his chest at the right time, placed it on Shen'an's face, and looked at him with a smile.
Black Soul hesitated for a breath.
"brush!"
A light curtain appears.
The patter of rain returned to the camp.
"Ouch!"
The other red-clothed men present felt that they were being released from another dimension, breathing heavily with shock on their faces.
"Know what's interesting."
The storyteller praised, looked down and saw Shen An.
Shen An felt that it was better not to be released.
As soon as his soul returned to his body, he felt the heat coming from the jade legs under him, almost scalding him.
"I……"
"Brother, you don't need to speak." The storyteller stroked his face.
"hiss!"
Before Shen An could move, the four red-clothed men in the distance all shuddered and took in a breath of cold air.
this……
so far so good.
Fortunately, it was not the four of us who were favored!
This is really ridiculous... Is it something to be thankful for or not?
"Ta-ta-ta-ta."
After the picture appeared clearly, a slight sound came out.
Everyone turned around and fixed their gaze on the round wheel.
The next second, a look of shock appeared on everyone's faces.
I saw the same three people walking on the deserted ground!
Except for the masked man at the head.
Following closely behind him was an old man with a small ax on his waist, and...
Man in red dress!
Everyone tilted their heads and couldn't believe it.
This man in the red dress was clearly sitting in front of him. Why was there another one in the picture?
Facing such attention, the storyteller seemed shy, covering his pretty face with his orchid fingers.
"Seeing people this way..."
"Is he good-looking?"
"hiss!"
Several people turned their heads away at the same time, not daring to take another look, for fear that the next second would lead to someone committing a crime.
Black Soul stared at the screen and was speechless for a long time.
The first seat of the Holy Slave!
The fourth in command of the Holy Slave, Cenchofu!
The seventh leader of the Holy Slave, the storyteller!
This lineup, placed in any forbidden area in the Central Territory, is enough to cause shocking waves. Why did it appear in a mere white cave?
A sword with four swords is so attractive?
besides……
He secretly glanced at the man in red dress who was already touching Shen An's chest.
"Incarnation outside the body..."
"Isn't this a method that only half-saints can master?"
…
"Brother~"
"Brother, it's here!"
The storyteller pointed at the collapsed Hagongli Zhenmen in front, and excitedly took the masked man's arm.
"How is the situation?" Cenchofu asked without looking back.
"Brother, we should be in the eighth palace ahead. We have been rushing for so long, and we finally arrived!"
"Are you happy?"
The storyteller bent slightly, raised his head, and looked at the masked man with starry eyes.
The corner of Cenqiaofu's mouth twitched and he said holding his breath: "Storyteller, I want to ask you, how is the situation!"
"Come on, come on, this place has collapsed. It doesn't seem to have been struck by lightning. Someone was probably fighting earlier."
"And there..."
The storyteller pointed into the distance, "I saw the location of the teleportation array."
Cenqiaofu: "..."
He squeezed the small ax on his waist slightly.
The masked man moved his hand back to stop him.
"How is the situation over there?"
The hoarse sound, like being cut by a chainsaw, made everyone outside the screen feel numb.
"It's good, we are watching us chatting!" The storyteller smiled sweetly.
Cenqiaofu finally couldn't bear it anymore.
"Storyteller, can you fucking tell people..."
The masked man suddenly raised his hand.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
"What's wrong?"
Cenjov was startled.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
The storyteller said worriedly.
"fine."
The masked man put down his hand: "You guys are a bit noisy."
"..."
Cenqiaofu was lonely.
"Hmm~"
"Brother, you are so bad!"
The storyteller squeezed his pink fist and was about to hit the masked man's chest.
The latter dodged and disappeared.
When he reappeared, he had arrived at the ruins of the Eight Palace Gate.
"Oh, brother, wait for me!"
The storyteller pinched his elbows, raised his orchid fingers, and ran over with a twist of small steps.
Cenqiaofu saw everything and gritted his teeth.
Even the veins on his neck were almost bursting from the pressure.
"Don't look, don't look..."
"Don't be angry, don't be angry..."
"call."
"suck!"
"Old woodcutter, you are talking bad about me again!" The storyteller suddenly looked back in the rain and said angrily: "They have been looking at us!"
Cen Qiaofu almost chopped off the red dress's face with an axe.
"Don't make any noise."
The masked man in front spoke out for the second time.
He knelt down and picked up a stone on the ground.
"What's wrong?"
This time, neither of them dared to mess around.
The leader must have discovered something when he spoke and acted like this.
"Sword Qi..."
There was a hint of smile in the masked man's cloudy eyes, "He is indeed here."
"who?"
The storyteller keenly hugged the masked man's hand, jealous, "Male or female?"
The masked man pulled his hand away, moved his steps, and said, "Man, you should like him, he is a very handsome young man."
"oh?"
The storyteller's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Who can actually earn my brother's appreciation for his hard work? People want to see him?"
He paused and said, "But don't worry, brother, I'm just checking, I won't make you jealous."
Masked man: "..."
"It's okay, you can just go, it's part of the plan."
"It's best if you can bring him back completely." The masked man smiled even more in his eyes.
"oh?"
This time, even Cenjov was surprised.
Sword energy?
Young man?
He immediately thought of the hedgehog he bumped into when he entered Tiansang Ling Palace that night.
This was the first time he had seen someone who could invite the leader so kindly but still refuse.
So, that guy is still a sword cultivator?
But among the sword cultivators in the world who can enter the first Dharma Eye, currently, there is only one with a pair of tears!
That hedgehog...
"bring back?"
The storyteller's high-pitched voice pierced everyone's eardrums.
He couldn't believe it.
The only way to bring it back is to bring back the Saint Slave.
So, the little guy who is attracted by his brother is already so good?
"what is his name?"
Even though he hadn't met in person, the storyteller felt that his heart was beating faster and faster.
"Let's go in first. Then we will divide the troops into two groups."
The masked man said, looking at Cenqiaofu, "If you don't want to go through the teleportation array, just kill him!"
Cenjov nodded.
The storyteller was not happy, and he pressed Cenchofu's hand that was drawing the axe.
"elder brother!"
"Tell them first, what is his name?"
Cenqiaofu's face darkened, and he felt as if he had been defiled. He jumped away as if he was electrocuted: "Storyteller, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"
"Uh-huh, I'll touch it, I'll touch it!" The man in the red dress angrily tried to grab the old woodcutter's hand.
"Get out of here, old man——"
"I touched it, oh, it's so rough!"
"Me! I'll kill you!"
"Come on, come after me~"
"..."
The masked man had a headache.
This is the consequence of the sudden appearance of the Storyteller.
It's always a headache for two people who can't deal with each other to act together.
"what is his name?"
The storyteller ran and ran behind the masked man again, grabbing his shoulders and breathing into his ears.
"Say it, just say it!"
With anticipation in his eyes, the storyteller urged: "What's his name?"
The masked man finally couldn't help but act cleverly, as if using a shield, and blurted out: "Wen Ming, his name is Wen Ming, he is very outstanding, you can go meet him!"
