The city of dead pagodas, at the cross street corner.
The sound of the Eight Masters spread across the five realms, even though the city of Death Pagoda has rules and restrictions. The power of the Holy Emperor also broke through the restrictions and spread the sound to the ears of all the villains on this bloody land.
The long cross street filled with the smell of blood was filled with the sounds of countless people reveling.
This group of people will be forced into this disorderly place, and most of them are desperate. Of course, they are happy to see the mainland in turmoil and the five regions unleashing a bloody storm.
If this can be used, the loving people will no longer look down on the city of Death Pagoda and lose their attention.
Everyone has a chance to break through the restrictions here and return to the Holy Continent. Why not rejoice?
East Street.
In the black underground arena, the villains were fighting fiercely.
Outside the corridor, a slim woman walked past quickly.
She applied a little pink and red, and her makeup was exquisite. Her eyes were watery and sparkling. She only wore a tube top and gauze to cover her body. Her shoulders were exposed, and the spring light was looming.
Wherever it passes, waves of fragrant wind are left behind, and every frown and smile embody the unique charm of a mature woman.
In this masculine arena, such a stunning beauty couldn't help but attract attention even if she was just passing by outside the corridor.
"Aunt Xiang?"
"Why is she here? She rarely comes to the East Street Arena, right? What happened to make her come here? She should... come to see Brother Shenyi!"
"I heard that the voice of the Eighth Sword Immortal just came from outside. I don't know why it can reach the corner of the street. It's amazing... I heard that there are still people in the Holy Spirit Continent imitating the Eighth Sword Immortal, but this time they imitated it well. , too similar?”
There was a lot of discussion in the arena.
When such a stunning beauty passed by, the gladiators in the arena no longer even thought about fighting and stopped to watch.
Some even whistled and looked lewd.
"You're crazy!"
As soon as the whistle sounded, some people were immediately startled and pressed the mouths of the people around them tightly, "This is Brother Shenyi's woman, and this is Aunt Xiang. Do you dare to whistle? Do you think you have a long life?"
"Shen Yi, Aunt Xiang...who are you?" A newcomer who had just joined Cross Street Corner and East Street Corner Arena was wondering.
"Have you heard of 'Slaying the Red Dust and Fighting the Ghost Pass'? Have you heard of 'The Gate of Hell, God Calls the God'? These two are not only the boss of East Street and the boss's woman, they are also among these two legends. The ‘hero’ and ‘heroine’ among them!”
"Hiss..." The newcomer gasped after hearing this, and immediately woke up and said in surprise, "Two of the ten? The man who snatched his beloved back from the gate of hell and fought against the god of death?"
"Hmph, what do you think!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong..."
…
The charming woman called Aunt Xiang did not care about the many men in the arena.
Normally, she would have stopped and used her scent full of deadly murderous aura to give these garrulous guys a moment's pause.
But now, the time is so critical.
She walked through the corridor and arrived at the innermost room of the East Street Arena. She reached out and pushed the door open without knocking.
"Who!" An angry voice came from the dim room, as heavy as thunder, and the sound was rolling.
"Me." Aunt Xiang raised her sleeves, and pink fragrance danced out of the gauze.
In an instant, the room lit up.
Among the various exercise equipment inside, a bald man with a bare upper body and muscles all over his body sniffed, put down the exercise equipment, and turned around in surprise: "Xiang'er?"
Aunt Xiang smiled, and with a graceful turn, she fell into the man's arms.
Her emerald green fingers slid across the man's chest and landed on his abdominal muscles, flicking away the beads of sweat. She stroked the scent that was unique to her and said with a sweet smile, "What? Even I can't enter your room?" "
The burly man's face was resolute, and his contours were as tough as a knife or an axe. He had been cold-faced all his life, but at this moment, his eyes turned to tenderness. He only stared at the woman in his arms and said, "I'm afraid that outsiders will come in... It's you. If so, there are no restrictions.”
"How dare an outsider enter your room so rudely? You are the Lord of East Street, the eldest brother of the god who is behind the gates of hell, and the gods are called gods~" Aunt Xiang said in a mellow tone, and even rolled her eyes slightly, with a lot of charm. .
The burly man Shen Yi immediately laughed: "This is not just for you..."
"Don't talk about that."
The two only exchanged a few words, and then Aunt Xiang jumped to the main topic, her pretty face full of solemnity, and said: "Your elder brother's voice..." She raised her eyes slightly.
Aunt Xiang is already very tall.
But Shen Yi, who was more than two meters tall and a head and a half taller than her, heard the words and nodded slightly: "Yes, I heard it too."
Aunt Xiang asked with some worry: "He is going to make some move and needs our cooperation? But you haven't contacted each other for so many years... Do you think this voice is fake? After all, we are at the corner of the street and we have never been there. Know what is happening in the outside world..."
Shen Yi scratched his head and responded: "I can't remember Big Brother's voice wrong. He is notifying me that I may need to take action in advance."
"You idiot!" Aunt Xiang scolded a little, covering up her uneasiness, and whispered, "You haven't seen each other for so many years. In fact... if, I mean if... if we can stay together forever In this place... you see, the dangers outside can't come in, and we don't take the initiative to go out, so isn't it a good choice?" She spoke intermittently, revealing her expectations and inquiries.
Shen Yi smiled slightly, gently caressed the hair of the woman in his arms, shook his head and said: "It's impossible, Ai Cangsheng has been staring at me, and he will not let me grow up. Once I show signs of being canonized, he will I must personally come to the end and completely resolve the disaster."
In Cross Street, one can talk about the holy name without restraint, because half-saints cannot enter this space unless they pay a heavy price.
The semi-saints who paid a heavy price to enter the crossroads were suppressed by even more terrifying rules, and their strength was not even as good as that of ordinary Taixu.
Therefore, the semi-saint will not easily come to the crossroads of the city of Death Pagoda.
Aunt Xiang was silent for a long time, then looked up and persuaded: "You don't need to be canonized! Haven't you come here after so many years?"
Shenwei smiled and said: "You also know that I have suppressed me for more than twenty years. Now, even the power of rules on the street corner can hardly restrain me... Geniuses, even if they want to be ordinary, they are destined to never be ordinary in their lives. I will eventually return to the Holy Spirit Continent.”
Aunt Xiang pursed her lips, then curved her lips, and said worriedly: "It's very dangerous outside..."
"Yes, but for you, I am not afraid of death. Why am I afraid of a little person who loves the common people? Are you afraid of Bei Huai? Are you afraid of the five great holy emperor families?" Shenyi hugged her, turned and put her on the bed, and motioned to her body. Sweating, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm going to wash up first, and I'll come back later."
"..." Aunt Xiang tightened her gauze skirt, grasped the bedsheets with both hands, and looked at the man's back with a stern expression, "I, I'm here to talk to you about business!"
"This is business." Shen also walked into the bathroom and closed the door, and then the voice came through the door panel:
"I have figured out the guidance of the resentment. I also have clues about the mysterious entrance of the 'Inverted Buddha Pagoda'. It may be the key to suppressing the divine power. It may not take long for me to enter."
"At that time, if you are canonized inside, even the people who love you will not be able to notice."
"When I canonize you, I will take you out of the corner of the street. No one in this world can stop us, not even the Holy Emperor. I said so."
Falling down the pagoda, complaining about the Buddha... Aunt Xiang didn't listen to the big words behind her man, and just kept her thoughts to herself.
The first half of what Shen Yi said was the real purpose of his couple coming to the cross street corner: to find the inverted pagoda, to find a place that could be canonized and not be discovered by the rules of the Holy God Continent.
But decades have passed, and there is still no result.
To outsiders, the cross street corner is a place of killing.
For them, after so many years, they have adapted to it. After adapting, it feels like a paradise.
Aunt Xiang was thinking, there is no competition with the world here. What a wonderful thing it would be if she could stay here for the rest of her life without going out?
"pity……"
Aunt Xiang sighed, she knew this was impossible.
Although she is still some distance away from being a saint, Shenyi is one of the first batch of powerful people from the previous generation.
With Shen Yi's talent, if he wasn't trying to save his own life among the ten thrones, he could even stand shoulder to shoulder with the Supremes such as Que Leihan, Ba Zunzhen, Dao Qiongcang, and Bei Huai.
Even for himself, at the end of the ten thrones, he used his own efforts to seize another one of the thrones, just to tie his name to him forever.
"This idiot..."
Aunt Xiang couldn't help but slightly scolded her as she thought about it, but her face was filled with happiness.
At this time, the door of the bathroom was pushed open. The man scratched his head, stretched out his upper body, and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm used to closing doors casually. You were stained with my sweat just now, so..."
He looked up and down, raised his eyebrows and said, "Want to wash together?"
…
The eight deities’ familiar voices spread across the five realms, shocking the world.
The people who were shocked were not only the Shenyue Immortal City, the Sword Tomb, and the cross streets of the City of the Dead Buddha.
For example, Banyueju in the Southern Territory, Desert Ridge in the Western Territory, and Huaxiang Hometown, one of the seven forbidden areas in the Northern Territory, all made corresponding movements after hearing the sound at the same time.
It's just that it's very hidden.
If they were not insiders of their respective secret organizations, there would be basically no difference.
The Siling Mountain in the Central Region, where the Holy Palace is located, is also experiencing turmoil.
Because the center point of the storm mentioned in the words of the Eight Masters is surprisingly one of the trial places that the Holy Palace is paying close attention to this time - Dongtian King City!
The Royal City Trial is related to the subsequent Holy Palace Trial, and even more so to the future of the Holy Palace.
During normal times, the Holy Palace will not respond to any movement from the Holy Holy Continent, because this is the mission of the Holy Holy Temple.
The Holy Palace always maintains a transcendent status, and their goal is only to cultivate saints.
But things are different now.
The incident in the Yunlun Mountains has endangered the future of the Holy Palace. The "canonization of Taoji" is not important. This may even be just a "false clue" released by the "False Eight Masters".
The Holy Palace only knows that they must send more manpower to the Yunlun Mountains in the East Heaven Realm to protect the future seedlings of the Holy Palace.
As for whether he will be involved in the center of the storm by accident, or even accidentally win the "sacred foundation" on the way, that is all an accident.
Holy Palace, no surprises.
…
Guizhe Holy Mountain.
Dao Qiongcang, who is sitting at the headquarters of the Holy Temple, received various urgent reports from various branches in the five regions in a short period of time.
Thousands!
The major dark forces that were previously hidden under the iceberg have sprung up like mushrooms after the "Five Realms of Sound".
Those forces on the surface were even more undisguised, and with a slight excuse, they ran towards Dongtianwang City, which was the center of the storm.
——It’s all chaos!
Dao Qiongcang knew that the incarnation of his Holy Thought, when he was in the Yunlun Mountains, failed to prevent the final disaster of Longzhu, which might bring "disaster" to himself.
But he really didn't know that this "disaster" could cause such a headache!
"The Eight Masters, the Eight Masters..."
He waved away the left and right, leaving them to deal with the troublesome news. He looked at the sky above the holy mountain, his eyes full of admiration.
"I thought that suppressing the news of your birth in the White Cave would not bring much turmoil to the mainland."
"I never thought that when you rebounded from the bottom, you gave me a head-on blow."
Dao Qiongcang holds Si Nan in his left hand and stretches out his right hand, as if touching the web of rules in the vast world.
He didn't feel discouraged. It seemed that such a big event that made the whole world crazy still failed to stir up any ripples in his mind.
After looking at the sea of clouds on the Holy Mountain for a long time, Dao Qiongtian raised the corners of his lips and murmured to himself:
"interesting."
"This chess game is getting bigger and bigger, and it's getting more and more interesting."
…
East Heaven Realm, near the Yunlun Mountains.
In one sentence, the Eight Masters, who made countless spiritual refiners around the world go crazy, had already left the Void Island. With the help of the storyteller, they hid in the cracks in space.
"Brother, are you crazy?"
"Why waste so much energy to shout that voice yourself and let the Lord of the Black Veins do the shouting? You are hurting your body by shouting, but what should you do?"
The storyteller held the soft and boneless Bazun, feeling that he only needed to push...
No!
Not even a push.
He just needs to let go of the Eight Masters and let the space storm rage.
The first Saint Slave will die in front of him; the Eighth Sword Immortal will be buried in an unknown place.
"Cough cough cough..."
Bazunzi coughed violently. After coughing, he wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his lips and then said: "Who in the world knows the black dragon, and who doesn't know Bazunzun?"
"If I don't use my name, you will think that everyone in the world is stupid, and will be attracted by a random word from someone unknown?" Bazun smiled knowingly.
The storyteller's lips and teeth were slightly open, but he couldn't say a word to refute.
yes.
Is there any information in the five regions of the Holy God Continent that is more exaggerated and explosive than the resurrection of the Eighth Sword Immortal?
After my brother said these words, all the five regions and seas were shaken.
How could his influence be compared to that of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, who would be immediately forgotten by everyone once his name was mentioned?
Thinking of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, the storyteller was a little worried: "This time when we entered the Void Island, although the plan was almost perfect, why did we let the Demon Emperor...the Lord of the Black Veins carry out this task? It has a treasonous streak, you are not afraid of it. Accident?"
"There is no accident." Bazunxue cleared his throat and coughed up blood. He said that the feeling of space storm was not pleasant. He now relied on the storyteller to walk through the cracks in space.
The storyteller curled his lips and said: "Obviously there are three ancestors of Baimai who can use it, Jinzhao... didn't that ancestor still have Jinzhao's lineage in Holy God Continent? It has been passed down to Xu Xiaoshou's generation, one of our own , why not use him?"
"It's just because we are one of our own, so we can't use it first. After all, the cost of spending residual energy is too high." Bazun explained that this is something that was never mentioned in the battle plan. It is now after the fact. The storyteller can ask ask.
The Holy Emperor's residual thoughts... thinking about the power of the Demon Emperor's black dragon, the storyteller was a little worried: "Brother, do you think there is a possibility that its residual thoughts came out but were not completely destroyed?"
Ba Zun sneered: "That Taoist priest is not an idiot. He is more afraid of the power of the Holy Emperor than me. I just want to get the black dragon out. He fought to the death and summoned the power of the Holy Emperor, so he has to help me get rid of it." To eliminate the harm, this is a conspiracy, and he has no choice."
The storyteller was speechless, only feeling that his own brain seemed a little inadequate in this high-intellectual confrontation.
What kind of psychology does it take for a person to trust his opponent so much that he will help him get rid of someone who is more like a teammate than an opponent?
There was a long silence, and the storyteller felt that he was not suitable to think about this matter.
In his view, there are too many links in the combat plan that require the opponent's cooperation, and these links are all crucial.
It's clear that the opposite side is already known as the unpredictable Dao Qiongtian, how dare my brother play like this!
But the storyteller's external incarnation also heard that "sound spread across the five realms", and he himself knew that the battle plan was completely successful.
"It's because I don't understand this world anymore..." the storyteller sighed silently.
Before entering the Void Island, he had doubts about whether the strength of the Nine Saint Slaves could push the waves of the times.
Now, there is no doubt at all.
"Brother is awesome!" He praised with eyes full of stars.
"It's just that we have the advantage of making the first move." Bazun waved his hands feebly, "When we go out this time, it will be our turn to face the overall situation of the Holy Temple."
"What game?" the storyteller asked.
"Do you think I am a god who can see the future?" Bazun sighed.
The space rift finally came to an end.
The light appeared, and the storyteller supported the Eight Masters to step forward and return to the land of Holy God Continent.
Head tilted up.
The Yunlun Mountains, Dongtianwang City, and Void Island are all in the distance!
"The last son?" The storyteller looked at the Eight Masters.
In the "Five Realms of Sound", the Eight Masters promised to give the world the Demon Sword Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord, the Holy Source Crystal that canonize the source, and endless treasures.
But currently, only the Demon Sword has been implemented.
The power of the Dragon Ball finally dissipated, and the red-clothed army led by Rao Yaoyao was staring covetously outside the cracks in the Void Island.
If the treasure really spurts out from that crack again, it will only end up in the enemy's pocket again.
After the plan is completed, how can the Eight Masters continue to fund the Holy Temple from their own pockets?
He stood on the unnoticed ground and stared at the crack in the Void Island in the distance for a long time. It seemed that he saw a group of nervous people in front of the crack across the endless space.
"Look, I'm here..."
Ba Zunzun chuckled lightly, shook his head, pointed at the space, turned and left.
"Click!"
A trace bloomed in the space.
Then, this space crack spread to the sky, like a butterfly effect, sweeping the entire void in an instant.
"Kakaka..."
In the Yunlun Mountains, Dongtianwang City, and even the surrounding land of 100,000 miles away, the sky is as fragmented as a mirror, and there is a glimmer of light in the darkness, as if there are thousands of magic eyes opening on the horizon!
Under the horrified gazes of countless spiritual masters, accompanied by endless whistling sounds, the endless treasures carrying the power of the Holy Emperor passed by like a meteor shower.
The seventy-two dragon element formations composed of red clothes were shattered in an instant.
The precious meteor hit the faces of the spiritual masters who were on pilgrimage.
At this moment, the earth is boiling!
"Damn it, there really is a treasure. Ba Zunzun didn't deceive us. He really gave us the stuff for free!"
"Hurry and grab it, this is the opportunity to be canonized, this is the era of saints!"
"If you have a quick hand, you will have nothing!"
"kill!!!"
Rao Yaoyao looked at this natural disaster... No, this was a man-made disaster. Her hand holding the Xuan Cang Divine Sword was trembling, and she was completely powerless to stop it.
The power of a semi-saint is not bad.
This batch of treasures was more than the previous two waves combined, and it contained the power of the Holy Emperor. What could she do to stop it?
Dao Qiongcang has already left, what can she do to stop him!
His vision lost its focus, and Rao Yaoyao tried hard to find the birthplace of this spatial rift.
After a long time, she followed the traces and found it.
But looking from a distance, there was no one there, not even the slightest trace of anyone passing by.
At the same time, misty singing sounded in the ears of all the spiritual masters who were seizing the treasure.
Everyone stopped for a moment to grab the treasure and listened carefully, because it was like the whisper of a god, full of temptation.
Rao Yaoyao frowned, and she also listened. She could no longer figure out Bazun Shu's intention in doing things, and she was afraid that this was another conspiracy of his.
However, this time, what came to everyone was no longer a lethal voice, but a joking chant, as if mocking all living beings.
"I passed through the White Cave and had a heart-to-heart talk with the darkness..."
"I was a guest on Void Island and made friends with the Holy Emperor..."
"I went fishing in the Yunlun Mountains to celebrate with you and others..."
After a pause, the voice became more ups and downs, more ethereal, more free and uninhibited.
"I came from the west and wandered eastward with the current."
"Watch the cud during the day, and make a bed with ghosts at night."
"The mayflies pick up my thoughts, and the cool breeze extinguishes the candle wax."
"Drink the water of the world when you are drunk, and wake up just like the immortals."
