Void Island. Everyone who was left was speechless for a long time, looking up at Xu Xiaoshou who chased after him with his sword from the space crack and then calmly returned from the space crack.
At that moment, the giant kingdom beneath his feet was connected to the space of the Holy God Continent. Rao Yaoyao can get out, Xu Xiaoshou can get out.
Naturally, everyone can hear the sounds from the outside world coming from Rao Yaoyao
"Yu Lao, save me." And Xu Xiaoshou's incomparable indifference was as cold as the death sentence.
"One thought of gods and Buddhas, one thought of prajna non-existence." The mournful cry of the saint that followed was a positive reflection of the result after Xu Xiaoshou drew his sword.
Rao Yaoyao was killed by his Prajna Mu! Holy fall! There is a big doubt in everyone's mind: They have all arrived on the Holy Continent, and no one from the Rao clan of the Holy Emperor family has stepped in to help Rao Yaoyao?
What happened to the old man Rao Yaoyao said that he could not save Rao Yaoyao from Xu Xiaoshou who had lost the power of the four holy emperors?
How could Xu Xiaoshou achieve enlightenment in one day, summon the Holy Tribulation to be cut off by the gate of the second plane, step into the highest mountain of ancient sword cultivators, and display the second state of Prajna that only his teacher could achieve?
Too many, too many questions! Xu Xiaoshou, he is just a junior with great reputation, how can He Dehe do all this?
In front of the Void Island, everyone felt that even putting him together with Yu Lingdi was lowering the title of the leader of the spiritual department.
Now Xu Xiaoshou draws his sword and kills the saint. No matter what the process is, the result is this. He has completed a feat that spans the ages.
His achievements, if you think about it carefully, have completely surpassed
The eight acquaintances of "Three Breaths of Innateness, Three Years of Sword Immortal"!
"Times are about to change..." Looking at the black figure that came from high altitude, but its aura and momentum were gradually declining, many people who were looking up had this thought in their hearts: With Xu Xiaoshou as the leader, the waves behind will push the waves ahead. Another era is coming again.
The last time it was ten seats, this time with Xu Xiaoshou as the Saint, it was too early, leaving no time for his peers at all.
The water ghost watched the staggering Xu Xiaoshou return, as if he saw a sleeping giant waking up.
At the last moment, it was actually Rao Yaoyao who he let go. Let the tiger return to the mountain... This mountain must be Yunlun's mountain.
The water ghost doesn't know much about Bazun's true thoughts, but he can still make some guesses. If Xu Xiaoshou finally gives up and doesn't pursue the pursuit, Rao Yaoyao will still die, and will die under the power of his secondary door. After that, the cause and effect will be borne by his water ghost alone. This is what was planned, and the ending It won't change.
If Xu Xiaoshou chooses to chase him, it will be a development now, and the water ghost will let Xu Xiaoshou out and let him become famous in the Yunlun battle.
After all, the way of cultivating ancient swords is different from that of spiritual refiners. Xu Xiaoshou, who is half a descendant of the Eight Masters, also needs to accept
The nourishment of "fame". This is why Banyueju in the South Territory was widely spread around the time Xu Xiaoshou landed on the island.
The reason for the name "Saint Slave Master". The water ghost's move was the last move to add fuel to the flames. Of course, whether Xu Xiaoshou can bear the consequences after beheading him depends on his own abilities.
The water ghost doesn't care much about these. His mission is over and he has retired after his success. It is the Eight Masters who should consider this.
Not far away, Dao Qiongang, who also knew that the outcome was decided and had stopped fighting, looked at the young figure with a somewhat complicated expression.
He lost. Total loss. Even the plan to cultivate a good chess piece that could be used later in such a foreseeable defeat was smashed by Xu Xiaoshou.
Sure enough, the biggest variable in Void Island is this young man, nothing else. That change that he Dao Qiongcang failed to calculate on the Guizhe Holy Mountain at that time really caused him to lose everything. He couldn't even take a breath to save some money for the next plan.
"The afterlife is terrifying..." Dao Qiongcang laughed out loud, his eyes filled with nostalgia, recalling the turbulent mood he had when he was young and fighting against all the prodigies.
Soon, he calmed down and his face no longer fluctuated much. Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is the inability to accept failure.
In the eyes of the world, the situation in the Holy Temple was completely over and completely defeated. In Dao Qiongcang's eyes, this is only the worst outcome, but everything has been expected.
This was already evident when he did not choose to take action himself on Guizhe Holy Mountain, but instead left full power to Yan Wuse to handle the Void Island situation.
At that time, he was in the sky, and in the end he had no choice but to die, and even his body was implicated. As for now, whether the outcome is one death, two death, or all death... The matter is at this point, it doesn't really matter anymore.
From the beginning to the end, this is not your own battlefield, but the enemy's back garden. So, how to use these deaths to exert residual heat is what the real authorities should consider.
At this moment, Dao Qiongqiang's heart was cold and his blood was also cold. He had long been accustomed to himself like this. He could even calmly deduce that there are only two developments: either, this time the people on the Guizhe Holy Mountain, and even the five holy emperor families, were awakened by such shocking information, and the power of the Holy Temple Hall could be Under his leadership, they were re-twisted into a rope to fight against the Holy Slaves.
Or, he said that Qiongcang would take the blame and resign, but he would not die. He would just leave the next mess to them to deal with, and by the way, all the eyes of the world would be focused on them, so that he could continue his research.
Both developments can be accepted by Dao Qiongcang, and neither is a loss. Therefore, Dao Qiongcang felt very sorry that Rao Yaoyao could not become his sharpest sword.
But that's about it. He is not a person who dwells on the past. Compared to this Rao family sword-sharpening stone, which had sharpened Xu Xiaoshou's world-famous sword in advance, Dao Qiongcang felt that Rao Yaoyao deserved his death.
A chess piece worth only eight points, she overachieved her mission: knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger awakened the Holy Mountain of Guizhe, broke the balance of the five holy emperor families, forced out the trump cards of the eight masters in advance, and even defeated the immature Xu Xiao Shou was placed at the forefront and received much attention.
Rao Yaoyao's death was so worth it! Dao Qiongcang didn't know how long it would take Xu Xiaoshou, who lost the power of the Holy Emperor and fell back to the throne realm overnight, to recover and truly reach the semi-saint realm.
But he knew that this boy's ambition was greater than that of the Eight Masters, and he had more abilities. The foundation of the Dao was as solid as a rock, which meant it was harder to kill!
During the period of his growth and development, even if the process is short, can he bear so many gazes, including the gaze of the Holy Emperor?
Killing with praise is the most invisible way to kill someone. After Xu Xiaoshou finishes the Void Island, it is time for the world to roast him on the fire. Whether he will become a roasted suckling pig or a real gold that is not afraid of fire, the sky will wait and see.
The Dao Palace Master, who had considered all the interests in a short period of time, quickly turned his gaze to the other side and saw the Eight Masters who had been brought into the battle by Mei Jiren who had regained consciousness.
He believed that the current Xu Xiaoshou could not imagine so many follow-ups, but Bazun Shu could imagine them. So this person is really crazy, he dares to believe that Xu Xiaoshou can do this and successfully find a way out in the cusp of the storm.
Life or death lies in the future. So, Xu Xiaoshou, how will you develop? Will you follow the path I have arranged for you and be used by Me?
There was a hint of expectation in Dao Qiongcang's eyes.
"So tired..."
"I've reached the top, I can't hold on anymore..." Returning from the crack in space, Xu Xiaoshou's strength flowed away quickly like ebbing water.
He was so weak that he almost fainted and stumbled in the air.
"Xu Xiaoshou!" The fragrant wind blew across his face, and a silver-haired teary Xi'er stepped forward and supported Xu Xiaoshou, who was weakening after the fierce battle.
"Come on." Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were drooped, his whole body was cracked, and he almost fell into the sky. He turned his head and lay in the soft arms of his junior sister. It was rare for him to feel at ease.
"Okay! You go to rest first." Upon seeing this, tears in Xi'er's eyes couldn't help but a flash of distress. It is unimaginable that she would feel unbearable pain if she inherited the power of a single Holy Emperor. Xu Xiaoshou, as the center of the Four Divine Pillars, would suffer if she inherited the power of the four Holy Emperors.
Not to mention that after that, he supported his exhausted body, crossed the space flow, and used a sword
"Prajna nothing". This guy used to have a body that could never be exhausted no matter how much he was used up. He was as strong as a Kui ox with boundless energy.
Now he looks like he has been sucked dry of all his essence and blood! Lei Xi'er knew that the second level of ancient swordsmanship was definitely not that easy to achieve.
Xu Xiaoshou didn't know where he borrowed such a breath, but after that sword blow, he was afraid that all his energy and spirit would be lost.
"Prajnawu" is completely lost.
"Can Xu Xiaoshou really recover from this kind of damage at the Daoji level..."
"He was still pushing himself too hard. He obviously didn't have to do this for the Eight Masters!" Lei Xi'er's heart clenched for some reason, her brows and eyes were furrowed, and she quickly realized that she was under the influence of Mu Zixi.
As soon as Tong turned around, her expression returned to indifferent, she picked up Xu Xiaoshou sideways and swallowed up all the remaining demonic energy in his body.
"Huh!" A body of life essence escaped, and was passively swallowed by Xu Xiaoshou. Not only did this not affect Lei Xi'er's own condition, it actually made her look more mature and glamorous.
The ultimate demonic body is constantly devouring the life force of infants. The more she releases, the more she can regain herself and her strength.
"Xu Xiaoshou..." Xiao Kongtong saw in the distance that Xu Xiaoshou was so weak that he could hardly protect himself, so he subconsciously wanted to step forward.
Zhu Yiyi grabbed him.
"What do you want to do?"
"Why are you pulling me back?" Xiao Kongtong looked back and glared at him. Does this guy not care at all?
The two of them have completed many patient exchanges in the Yuanfu world, and they can be regarded as half-familiar friends.
"Why did you go there again?"
"I care! Xu Xiaoshou is half of my junior brother!"
"Is it your turn to care? You are very abrupt when you go up now." Zhu Yiyi held his forehead.
"Where did I stand out?"
"Why aren't you so abrupt?" Zhu Yiyi pulled back Xiao Kongtong, a conspicuous man who only knew how to fight but had no eyesight, and pointed at him vaguely, with the corners of his lips almost reaching his temples: "Look, there are so many of them. Harmony..." Xiao Kongtong looked along his fingertips.
Above the broken ruins, a woman with silver hair flying in the wind was wearing a green short skirt that was incompatible with her graceful figure. In her arms was the big devil Xu Xiaoshou, who was in love with the little bird.
In this picture, it seems that both of them have their own unique features, but when combined together, they are very eye-catching. The priorities seem to be reversed, but it doesn't hurt?
Needless to say, there is no need to say much about Lei Xi'er's appearance. She is as graceful as a picture, with a fairy posture and tenderness.
Even if there is dirt on his cheeks, it still can't hide the cold and charming temperament. Instead, it adds a bit of the human fireworks of a fairy who fell into the mortal world, which further shows his existence and reality.
No matter how weak Xu Xiaoshou was, his appearance and body were dull, he still had to fight many times.
With the strengthening of "Strength", he has become extraordinary and handsome. In the past, he always covered up his appearance and kept his body hidden for fear of surprising others, so it was difficult for outsiders to detect him.
Now that he has exhausted all his strength, his face is revealed, a face that is both delicate and delicate despite being brave, and weak despite being tough. Just like the young master in the painting, he is often sick while practicing martial arts, but he is actually born delicate.
As soon as the eyes moved, his strong arms exposed under the torn clothes after the battle, as well as the well-proportioned bronze muscles on his abdomen as if they had been carefully carved by immortal spirits, all proved that he relied on his own strength in the previous battle. Power is not an illusion.
Xiao Kongtong looked at it and understood a little. Isn't this the combination of teacher and mistress that I saw when I was a child?
The focus of the world seemed to be fixed on this talented and beautiful pair of princesses at this moment, and no one said anything for a long time.
There was nothing to praise or sigh about Xu Xiaoshou's fighting prowess, and everyone's attention began to shift: "Hey, so Xu Xiaoshou is so strong? I really can't tell when he is wearing clothes. Ah! These muscle lines are too...hiss! I can't stand it, I really can't stand it!"
"Who is that silver-haired woman? Her appearance is simply astonishing. She should be on the most beautiful list!"
"Yes, she is so beautiful, why have I never seen her before? How can there be such a woman around Xu Xiaoshou? I remember he only has one silly junior sister, what is his name?"
"Maybe it's her? A female transformation?"
"Then this change is too exaggerated!"
"Look, her silver hair, her eyes... are so beautiful! I have never seen such beautiful eyes, one black and one white, strange and powerful, mysterious and noble. What kind of eyes are these?"
"...The tearful boy, that's not beauty, that's the beginning of sin." Li Fugui sighed deeply.
The few people who knew the past of the children from the Lei family had a change of expression, feeling a little more pitiful about the silver-haired woman's life experience.
But at the same time, such a past, such a face, combined with the present appearance, add an even more mysterious atmosphere.
This post-war scene is imprinted in the minds of countless people. It is so beautiful and picturesque.
"Ta, tap, tap..." Steady, steady footsteps came from behind the ruins. Someone turned their eyes after hearing the sound, and saw Mei Jiren, who looked weak but had a look of happiness and pride on his face, waving his fan wildly.
The big words on the fan were thick and colorful, and they were ready to be read: "Boys can be taught!" Everyone then thought that Xu Xiaoshou seemed to be Mei Jiren's student.
So how proud should a teacher be when a student recreates his stunning sword in front of the teacher?
But before his thoughts were settled, the man who passed behind Mei and walked into everyone's sight really caused an uproar in the hearts of all those who were looking at him on the battlefield.
There is a scar on the neck, and the hands only have eight fingers... The Eight Masters are familiar with it! This person who was far away from the Forest of Miracles in the previous spiritual mirror scene, moving forward step by step unhurriedly, finally arrived on the battlefield.
He was only at the rear and did nothing. The overall situation fell to him, and the pillars of the Holy Temple were chopped down.
Now that he steps here, he only has to face the last person. His old rival, Dao Qiongang! So, will there still be suspense?
From the horizon, Dao Qiongcang turned his eyes and looked up. He looked down from a high position, raised the corners of his lips, and said first, "Senior Master Bazun, to be honest, I'm not used to you entering the scene so quietly."
"If it were you before, now the clouds would be moving in all directions, and the thundering swords would be heard. After attracting thousands of people's attention, you would make a stunning appearance."
"You are getting old after all."
"I also learned to scheme against others behind the scenes, and became the hidden rat you hate the most... just like me!" Everyone was shocked when they heard that Dao Qiongcang actually devalued himself, just to hurt the Eight Masters with a word?
Is this his old rival? Their eyes fell on the empty-faced Bazun Shu, who indeed looked a bit downcast, and everyone was secretly sad.
It seems that what Dao Qiongcang said is right. The Eighth Sword Immortal, this character who only exists in legends, is really old!
But at this time, Bazun laughed loudly. While everyone was astonished, he stepped forward on the ruins, splashing dust all over the ground, and chanted loudly: "When the dream is in full swing, I come from the sky. I have no desire to disturb the common people, and half of the world is welcoming flowers."
"After waking up from the dream today, I came from the dust and became an immortal, how can I not be free and happy?" After a pause, the eight masters looked up into the sky, half-smiling but not smiling: "Dao Qiongtian, you are so nostalgic, why are you still living in the past?"
