I have a passive skill.

Facing another wave of questioning from the uncle's eyes, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to wake up this time, and responded with a voice transmission, with a wry smile in his tone.

As for whether to smile wryly at the breakthrough, or wryly smile at the uncle's unbelief, then the benevolent will see the benevolence, and the wise will see the wisdom.

However, when this sentence appeared, the information bar flickered again.

"Suspected, passive value, +423."

Good guy!

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou called him a good guy in his heart.

Although he has just become a grandmaster and his cultivation base is very weak, but everyone is too disrespectful, right?

Anyway, I am also Xu Xiaoshou of the Holy Slave!

There are more than 400 such aboveboard interceptors?

At this time, the uncle saw that the statue of Nine Dragons Burning Ancestors behind Xu Xiaoshou was showing a tendency to decline after a series of battles, so he said immediately: "Xu Xiaoshou, you should retreat to consolidate your realm first, and leave the rest to you." I."

Xu Xiaoshou was moved by his heart.

so good!

Sure enough, if you want to live in this world, you still have to have the backing of a big tree, so you can live a happier life, right?

He didn't try to be brave.

Master Yu Jianxian.

To be honest, there is not much difference between him and Xian Yu Sword Immortal.

These are all ants in the eyes of Rao Yaoyao. At most, they have broken through and become a little thicker.

But it's just an extra sword effort!

Although until this moment, Xu Xiaoshou still didn't understand why Rao Yaoyao could jump over the holy image and cast a Red Dust Sword on him without being backlashed by the holy power.

But now what he wants more is to put his breakthrough self at the back of the battle.

Because, the fundamental purpose of making such a big commotion tonight was not to fight, nor to earn passive points.

It is to help the people on the first floor in the sky to escape from the trade fair site smoothly.

The kind of escape that is justifiable!

"Come on, uncle, kill that sword fairy, you are the new sword fairy, I think you can do it." Xu Xiaoshou encouraged and chose to back off.

The uncle laughed.

At this moment, everyone's attention finally returned to the previous scene from the big event of Xu Xiaoshou's escape from the sword of mortals and breaking through the master.

"Big Buddha chop..."

Some people watching the battle murmured in their hearts.

When the protagonists of the battle were returned to the uncle and Rao Yaoyao, a posture of equal confrontation appeared, and an illusory figure emerged in everyone's mind.

It was an image that none of them had ever seen the real face, but had already been outlined in flesh and blood by countless myths and legends in their hearts.

And this moment.

This mythical image in everyone's mind jumped up, completely overlapping with the figure of the sloppy uncle carrying a sack in the sky.

Although the sloppy is a bit eye-catching...

But that big Buddha cut seems to have already announced something to everyone.

"Acquainted with the eight deities?"

Rao Yaoyao paused for a long time, she really didn't want to embarrass the junior, she only hesitated to speak out to the sloppy uncle.

Before that, she was able to pay attention to the battle situation in Midtown.

But the uncle didn't use any unique moves.

At most, his attire would be the attire adopted by an imitator of the eight deities.

But that big Buddha slash was related to phantom swordsmanship and heart swordsmanship.

Among the thousands of imitators of the Eight Masters, the one who can master... yes, is "proficient", not "familiar with" these two major swordsmanship, and can be transformed into sword moves, and used to slash the Buddha.

Does not exceed……

Count in one palm!

This sentence, Rao Yaoyao said, object-oriented, is for everyone in the entire Holy God Continent!

So when even Rao Yaoyao, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, was able to ask such questions, the spirit refiners and sword cultivators in the entire royal city were completely boiled almost instantly.

"Acquainted with the eight deities?"

"God! He really is!"

"Let me just say, as soon as this guy appeared and flew into the air, I thought his appearance was so weird, it must be that person!"

"Tch, didn't you just say that this person is a fake eight gods, with no form and no spirit? He is still holding that cheap big sack, and now the sword fairy is also suspicious. Once the Buddha is cut out, you will change your mind?"

"Just now? What just now? I was sleeping just now~"

"..."

indeed.

Tonight's big battle, until the end, those innocent people who were hiding, didn't even bother to pretend to be asleep, and went out to the streets one after another, observing all night long.

After all, battles for the throne are rare.

The battle of Taixu is even more impossible in this always peaceful East Heavenly King City.

The most frightening thing is that the battle tonight is essentially an innate man wearing an icon, torturing Taixu...

- Rare to see in a hundred years!

……

"What does the name matter?"

In the void, facing Rao Yaoyao's questioning, the uncle at this time chose an ambiguous answer.

He spoke with a light smile, and spread his hands. Everyone already felt that they didn't need to listen to the name, but just looked at the hand, and the legend was confirmed by the reality.

Rao Yaoyao stared at it, but there was still surprise in her eyes.

If this is the eight masters, the other party will explode and have a big battle with her.

Can't stand it!

Rao Yaoyao knew that it was difficult for him to withstand it, but Ba Zunfa was definitely not comfortable either.

Because according to the information, the opponent is seriously injured at this moment, and if he wants to face the Xuancang Divine Sword again, he will definitely die.

But if this is not the eight masters...

At the time of the White Grotto, Gou Wuyue led a team of white clothes there, and witnessed the rebirth of the Eight Masters.

The battle scenes in the eight palaces were also sent back to the headquarters of the Holy Spirit Hall in real time through the secret technique.

But after all, I haven't personally felt the breath of the eight masters who returned to the world after decades.

Except for Gou Wuyue, the only person who had seen the Eight Masters, all of them died.

It's brutal and realistic.

But the current Rao Yaoyao really can't recognize the person opposite, is it true?

"Okay, let's pretend that you are the eight masters..."

At this time, Rao Yaoyao opened her mouth, and as soon as she closed her beautiful eyes, she wanted to follow her train of thought.

But suddenly, her ears moved, her expression changed completely, Sen Sheng asked: "You are not the Eight Masters! Why do you want to help the Holy Slave? You are not afraid of your power, and you will be held accountable by Bai Yi?!"

The certainty in this voice, even Xu Xiaoshou, who was accumulating energy in the backcourt, could hear the other party's affirmation.

It must be at this juncture that someone sent some information to Rao Yaoyao, which completely stabilized her thoughts.

But who would it be?

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

Those who have seen the real eight gods in the eight palaces are indeed dead.

Gou Wuyue was not the leader this time either, and there was no one left.

Furthermore, the first generation of Sword Immortals will not transmit voices in secret, but will only stand up and upright.

So that communicator will not be him.

Then, who would dare to be so sure that this sloppy uncle in front of him, this fake Bazunyan who even Xu Xiaoshou could only rely on the gift of the "Guardian of Swords" from the other party to determine his identity, would be a counterfeit?

Xu Xiaoshou looked up at the sky in bewilderment.

Although the power of his icon is rapidly depleting, he still has it at this moment.

Holy thoughts are powerful.

All the changes and changes in the entire Eastern Heavenly King City are under his control.

However, the search was fruitless.

Faintly, Xu Xiaoshou felt as if there was one last person in this battle who did not appear.

That person has been watching the entire royal city battle in the dark, recording, planning, and brewing something.

He is very much like a real behind-the-scenes chess player, who cannot be seen by the pawns.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of the previous rainstorm that was getting heavier and heavier.

There was a torrential rain in Wangcheng for no reason, and it was easy for Xu Xiaoshou, who was a bow and a snake, to think of Yu Lingdi, the head of the Lingbu.

But the problem is, Yu Lingdi has been killed by Sang Lao.

Even Gou Wuyue looked so reactive and helpless at that time, it was impossible for Yu Lingdi to survive.

So this rain, at most, is Taixu arousing the way of heaven, sorrow and joy disturbing the rules.

The rain is crying from the sky.

It is innocent people who cry.

However, besides this, Xu Xiaoshou really can't think of anyone else who can influence Rao Yaoyao's thoughts, making her so firmly believe.

Uncle sloppy, not eight masters!

The cloud sells and the rain arrives.

At this time, the weather is fine and the sky is slightly bright.

The torrential rain was wiped out by the wave of holy power and Jinzhao Baiyan long after Xu Xiaoshou's wave of Dragon Fusion broke out.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky and thought about it. He felt that he couldn't think anymore.

If the uncle and Rao Yaoyao fight, it will be a real scuffle between black and white.

And by then, if he still can't rescue the person on the first floor in the sky, it will be too late.

So Xu Xiaoshou began to abandon miscellaneous thoughts, and continued to enter what outsiders thought was the act of warming and nourishing his own unstable state.

Think differently from others.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he needed a big gift to become a master.

This ceremony will burn the last power of the holy statue, and will bring an end to the layout of the various big bosses in the entire Eastern Heavenly King City.

Then, by the way, the first floor in the sky was saved from the brink of collapse.

Pull the sea of ​​vitality, caress your hands in the air.

Xu Xiaoshou stood in mid-air, after the confrontation between the uncle and Rao Yaoyao, under the effect of "concealment", the passive system swallowed up his whole body's dao rhyme, and the breath in his body could no longer be exposed to the spiritual thoughts of others In the midst of it, he began to crazily compress his spiritual energy...

The power of Jinzhao's original seed and Three Days of Freezing Tribulation was invoked...

The power of the icon was drawn, and it seemed to be depleting itself, but it was actually because of Xu Xiaoshou's sudden madness...

The body began to convulse.

Cells start to vibrate.

Until the destructive aura that suddenly changed qualitatively after adding the holy power in the body could not be suppressed, and the faint power of destruction escaped from the pores.