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In the next second, everyone heard him hiss and exclaim: "Help me——"

The audience was amazed.

At this moment, even the sloppy uncle was startled by such a coquettish operation, and couldn't react for a while.

And at the same time.

The hundred ghosts also exclaimed in the rear:

"Master Huang Quan, save me—"

Not only has he made a name for himself, but he also has a trace of grievance and unwillingness.

But in the end, both of them shouted out.

After the sloppy uncle came to his senses, his face immediately became serious, and he put his two fingers together, and cut forward, as if he really wanted to cut off the head of Yin Cao.

However, at this moment, void ripples flooded, and the power of time and space suddenly emerged.

A faint golden glow rose from the bodies of the two Yamas who called for help.

The uncle's sword finger across Yincao's throat seemed to have been cut to a different dimension.

Even the hands directly passed through Yincao's body.

"The power of time and space?" The sloppy uncle was surprised.

Then he watched helplessly as the two of them were engulfed by the black hole under the force of time and space, and their figures disappeared directly on the spot.

"Run away?" Jiang Chaotian's eyes were tearing from behind.

Jiang Shao's three annoying pupils have not been recovered yet.

Hades and Wang, ran away?

He immediately rushed forward, but apart from passing through the original space where Yin Cao was, he couldn't even catch even a trace of the enemy's clothes.

When it landed, Jiang Chaotian seemed to be decades older.

In this battle, it seemed that from beginning to end, his appearance was a superfluous character.

From the storyteller, to the first eight venerables, to the two Yama kings, to the second eight venerables...

In the audience, no one paid attention to his demi-saint Jiang's way of cutting!

It can even be said to be ignoring...

Jiang Chaotian felt what was wrong with the world.

When did Zhan Dao's sense of existence become so slim?

But after realizing that he was in a dead end, he jumped out of the deadlock of thinking and thought again, and then he knew what kind of whirlpool he was in.

The holy slave, the two eight gods, and the Hades organization with two supreme artifacts as the leader, which specializes in collecting Laijiatong...

This is simply not a situation where he, Jiang Chaotian, can intervene.

In other words, the entire Jiang family is the only one who can intervene in this matter.

Except half holy.

The weakest one should also be too vain!

"Snapped."

Thinking of this, Jiang Chaotian patted his forehead and lowered his eyelids.

He understands the truth.

But what about Young Master Jiang?

This is Jiang Chaotian, how can he go back to the Jiang family and give an explanation?

……

the other side.

"interesting……"

The sloppy uncle touched the space, felt the remaining power, and muttered to himself in a low voice:

"It seems that such a strong power of time has only been felt in Kong Yuhen's body."

"But he still has the power of space attributes..."

"interesting!"

The sloppy uncle murmured, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes lit up: "This Huang Quan, don't be too powerful!"

He doesn't care about Jiang's three people.

Since the two of Yama and Wang were rescued by the air, it was unexpected.

At this time, there is only one person left who is worthy of uncle's concern.

"Eight Masters?" The uncle turned his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou amusedly.

"Wait."

But Xu Xiaoshou waved at him, came straight to Jiang Qi, and said bluntly:

"Three disgusting pupils are not in my hands, and I don't want to fight against the half-sages of your clan. I am not the enemy of the holy slaves. My nature has never taken the initiative to attack."

Jiang Qi was taken aback, not understanding what the masked man wanted to do.

But Xu Xiaoshou said calmly: "Whether you believe it or not, you can pay attention to the organization of the King of Hades. I believe that a junior can bring out the three disgusting eyes. You Jiang family and other Lei family pupils, So... you know."

That's all for this.

Xu Xiaoshou stopped talking.

He knew that Jiang Qi was a smart person, needless to say, he understood.

The real eight masters will not deliberately fight against a half-sage.

but!

It's not worth deliberately making friends.

Therefore, it is enough for him to mention one point.

Say it.

Xu Xiaoshou only turned to look at the storyteller: "Let them out!"

The storyteller hasn't realized which one is Xu Xiaoshou, so Xu Xiaoshou can only send him a voice transmission: "I'm Xu Xiaoshou."

At that moment, the storyteller came to a sudden, and directly released the Jiang family and the others from the small world of space, and handed them back to the Heavenly Prayer Forest.

……

Inexplicably, the small space world of yin and yang life and death emerged. At this moment, Jiang Chaotian knew that he was out of trouble.

But at the same time, he lost all clues!

On the other hand, Jiang Qi was immersed in thinking.

"What do you mean?"

At first Jiang Qi thought the masked Bazun was real, after all, he had been to Tianyang Village.

But then the sloppy uncle was so good at phantom swordsmanship that she no longer believed that the masked man was the eight masters, and it was possible that the sloppy uncle was the eight masters.

However, the masked man who spoke to her at the end can order the storyteller!

It doesn't matter which one of the eight gods is true and which one is false.

The important thing is that there is only one small world in the world of Yin and Yang life and death? It is the storyteller of the saint slave.

In other words, the storyteller in the red dress in the arena is definitely a real person.

The power of space is too rare.

No one can imitate this.

So, the masked man who didn't make a move at the end is the real Eight Masters?

But if you want to understand it this way, that fake sloppy uncle has both sword thoughts and illusion sword skills and is so amazing...

"Well!"

Jiang Qi suddenly covered his head and groaned, feeling a splitting headache.

She was going to be driven crazy by herself!

unimportant……

Abandoning all of this as much as possible, Jiang Qi turned his head, looked at Jiang Chaotian who was constantly healing Jiang Shao, and said, "Senior, we may be saved."

"Help?" Jiang Chaotian didn't turn his head, apparently indifferent.

"Ah."

However, Jiang Qi was very sure. She recalled the words that the eight masked men gave her at the end, and suddenly had a very bold and terrifying inference in her mind, saying:

"I don't dare to talk about the semi-holy of the clan, but since the three eyes are so important, why are they lost so inexplicably?"

"Perhaps, this is just a line of my family's half saint?"

Jiang Chaotian paused in his healing movements, and looked back calmly, his eyes regained their radiance.

Yes!

Hades, this organization is clearly a huge fish.

Even before the loss of the Three Yan pupils, Jiang Chaotian, as the Jiang family, had great intelligence, but he had never even heard of the name of this organization.

However, Yan Wang has grown to possess the Xuanxuan Sword, the Soul Cut, and the two tearful pupils!

At that moment, Jiang Chaotian opened his mouth to speak, but stopped suddenly, and looked back at Young Master Jiang.

The blood in Jiang Xian's eyes had dried up.

At this time, the eyelashes trembled, showing signs of awakening.

"not dead!"

Jiang Chao was overjoyed.

Immediately, he calmed down, turned his head to Jiang Qi, and said solemnly: "Since you say you don't dare to talk about the semi-saint, don't talk about the semi-holy."

Jiang Qi nodded: "Yes."

Yes.

Bai Yi is coming.

You can't talk about it here, go back and discuss it later.

This matter must be discussed.

As for now, it is better to confirm the identity of the victim, let Bai Yi be Young Master Jiang, and seek justice!

after all……

The darkness should be conquered by the light!

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Chapter 738 The Six Parts Come

"Clap clap clap..."

The raindrops hit the ground, and small round ripples appeared on the small puddles on the road.