I have a passive skill.

Indeed, regardless of other things, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't agree with Hong Yi's approach to ghosts, beasts, and nine clans.

Perhaps most of the ghosts and beasts were like the rebel army, which disrupted the world and created turmoil.

But among them, there is really a thought that is sincerely looking for fairer thoughts for oneself, for the clan, and even for the whole continent?

family line...

Does it fit?

Xu Xiaoshou remained silent for a long time.

He thought of the situation of ghosts and beasts.

Thinking of the battle between Bazun Fan and Hua Changdeng, Yu Tu beheaded the previous master of the Holy Spirit Hall.

I thought of those forces who are still surviving in the dark under the light of the only light of justice for thousands of years.

If it is really called "justice", maybe there will be no injustice, and there will be no dark things, right?

Therefore, the so-called justice of the Holy Spirit Hall is only one-sided justice!

It is in the words of Mr. Siren. I dare not agree with it. It is undeniable, but I have to accept it. Because it has existed for too long, it has become a so-called "correct" system that regulates people's lives!

"I seem to understand." Xu Xiaoshou muttered to himself.

Before this night, he was not very aware of the opposing positions of the major forces.

But after talking with Mr. Siren, he suddenly came to his senses.

Maybe what everyone is fighting for is the other party's concession.

It doesn't have to be "I am justice".

But as a spiritual master, the biggest difference between the choices made by farmers, businessmen, and mediocre people in the face of injustice may be that...

I know.

I act.

I can!

Fighting the entire world with one's own strength is a myth that cannot happen in the secular world.

But in the world of refining spirits, there are indeed some people who can do it, and use their own strength to overwhelm an entire era.

For example... the Eight Masters!

Xu Xiaoshou's heart was pounding, and his blood was boiling.

He suddenly understood the intention of the Eight Venerable Masters.

Perhaps the three-line innate, three-year-old sword fairy eight masters really have the power to challenge an entire dynasty.

But in the end he was suppressed by the "Empire".

However, a genius who crushed an entire era is still a genius.

As long as he doesn't die, as long as he still wants to fight, he can always make a comeback and make a comeback.

Therefore, in the void island, there is a legend of "the black and white dual veins, everyone respects me".

So after four or fifty years of dormancy in the mainland, there were rumors that the Saint Slave would rise again, and the Eighth Sword Immortal would reappear.

This time, I understood who the real opponent was.

The Eight Masters know how to fight, and they are no longer limited to one dynasty.

All his planning and layout are for the real behind-the-scenes man named "Empire" behind the dynasty!

"I understand……"

Xu Xiaoshou said again, there was a gleam in his eyes.

He understood the Saint Slave's position, and he also knew the ultimate meaning of joining the Saint Slave as a pawn and staying here.

For some reason, even a genius like Ba Zunyan needs to sink for decades.

How could he, Xu Xiaoshou, a mere talented master, use months, years, or even just a few decades to subvert the nearly perfect rules that have survived for thousands of years?

However, there is no need for precipitation anymore.

There are too many people doing and accomplishing things like "hibernation".

Holy Slave, Xuyue Gray Palace...

In other words, all the forces that do not belong to the lineage of the Holy God Hall!

Whether war is declared or not, these...

None of my business!

Before becoming a chess player who controls these things, the only thing I have to do is to do things in my own way, stir up shit, make the situation more chaotic, and then take advantage of the chaos to develop.

Finally, before everyone reacted.

Transformation, skyrocketing nine days!

"Damn old man, I seem to understand what you mean, and I understand your way..."

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Sang Lao.

Every time he thinks of Sang Lao, he has a new interpretation of Sang Lao's "cage theory".

What kind of person has experienced it to sum up this kind of cage theory that "the surface of the lake is the sky, and there is a sky beyond the sky"?

It is a person who has suffered so many blows before he can say such a sentence to his apprentice that seems to be out of tune, but is actually full of life philosophy...

"Before you have absolute strength, be serious and make a chess piece!"

On the opposite side of the tea table, Mei Siren suddenly got up.

"It seems that you understand something..."

He took a deep look at Xu Xiaoshou, and didn't care what his words made him think.

Maybe give up.

Perhaps more persistent.

But in any case, these have nothing to do with him.

Mei Siren turned around and paced, came to the window, looked at the empty island by the moonlight, and whispered softly: "Old man, I have to go..."

Xu Xiaoshou got up quickly.

During the conversation tonight, he was actually the one asking.

But at the beginning, it was Mr. Siren who came to the door by himself.

So, the old man came here specially to answer all the doubts he had accumulated along the way, and in the end, he came to say goodbye?

"Where?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't think Mr. Siren was going back to the practice room to sleep.

Rao Yaoyao has already set his sights on Mr. Siren. Even if he is persuaded to retreat, for the sake of the stability of the first floor in the sky, Mr. Siren should not stay any longer.

"Go to the next stop, to find the next person, to chase another possibility that can shake the old man's mind." Mei Siren turned around, gentle and elegant, with a smile on his face.

"What possibility?" Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.

"Xu is Yutu, Xu is Bazunfa, Xu is you, Xu is it..." Mei Siren said, his figure suddenly became transparent and dim.

It wasn't until the whole body was shattered into light spots that dispersed with the wind that Xu Xiaoshou realized what the old sword fairy meant by what he said.

"You don't believe me, you're still looking for..."

He sat back on the tea table a little depressed, poured himself a cup of tea, took it to the window sill, and came to the position where the Meisi people were standing before they disappeared.

He also looked towards the Void Island, and looked over, but seemed to see Guizhe Holy Mountain far away in the central region.

"Actually, there is no need to look for it anymore..."

"Eight Masters will fail once, but I, Xu Xiaoshou, can't."

"What the Eight Masters can't do, given time, I will be able to do it!"

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Chapter 781 Alchemy Conference, start now!

The next morning.

The pilgrimage square is crowded with people.

On weekdays, the super-large square that can accommodate tens of thousands of people without any sense of crowding is completely blocked today.

Everyone looked around, just wanting to squeeze in a little more.

"Hurry up, the alchemy conference is about to begin. This is another grand event before the trial in the king's city."

"I heard that the appearance of the Sky City has attracted many people to go there. In the Alchemy Conference in the King City, the alchemists in the Eastern Heaven Realm will have to face geniuses from various domains."

"Yes, I heard that Tianluochang has gone crazy these days, and even the throne of Sword Dao has appeared, tsk tsk, it's a nightmare!"

"Haha, that's right, but Tian Luo Zhan still only gives out ten quotas a day, and now those who got the quotas for the Wangcheng trial earlier are all trembling, hiding their heads and tails, for fear of being accidentally caught and slaughtered. "

"The number of places is not enough. It is estimated that another large group of people will flock to the pilgrimage square today. The alchemy conference is worth watching."

"I don't know who will win the top spot in the end. I heard that Yazi will be rewarded a lot this time..."

The pilgrimage square was buzzing.

In the past few days, geniuses from various domains have come one after another, and the records they have created can even cover the news of the night battle in Wangcheng for a while.

Today, the alchemy conference was held in the pilgrimage square.

It is conceivable that this is another kind of fight, the kind without the light of swords and blood.

The sun rises to the east.

The Alchemist Association of the Wangcheng Headquarters was the organizer. On the surface, there were the Imperial Guards of the City Lord's Mansion, and behind the scenes, there were guards in red and white. They all took their seats in the pilgrimage square early on.

At this time, a huge trial area was divided into the center of the square.

At the end, on the newly built high platform, sat a total of eighteen referees, headed by President Dong Ling, and vice presidents of the major alchemist associations in the Eastern Heaven Realm.

Standing by the side of these helpless old alchemists are the guards who started from the throne.

Rao Yaoyao, who was hiding in the dark, carried the Xuancang Excalibur on her back, and had already waited in the void of this grand event.

Today she is not worried about dark forces attacking the scene of the Alchemy Conference.

As a transcendent force on an equal footing with the Temple of the Holy Spirit, the Sacred Palace does not take any action on weekdays, and initiates wars on its own initiative.

But with its whole nature of protecting the calf.

Anyone who dares to sabotage the alchemy conference today may even be directly retaliated by Taixu and the semi-sacred level.

All this is not impossible!

And in the same way, today's major alchemy conferences in various regions of the mainland are held at the same time. If there are really good seedlings, it is very likely that they will directly attract the attention of the saints and be specially approved to enter the holy palace to study in advance.

To put it simply, not only her Rao Yaoyao was watching today's grand event, but the half-sage was also watching.

Who will die!

It was still early, in the referee's seat, the presidents of the various presidents were whispering to each other.

"Chairman Dongling, I heard that Wangcheng Alchemist Association has recently developed a new type of healing pill, Chijin Liquid? The efficacy is even more exaggerated than Chijindan?"

Lu Chenghui, the president of the Tianyun City Alchemist Association branch, said in a strange manner, and with a single word, he brought the attention of many presidents and elders to him.

In the entire East Heaven Realm, except for the headquarters of the Wangcheng Alchemist Association, Tianyun City has developed the best alchemy in recent years.

And Chi Jin Dan's medicinal properties have been continuously improved in recent years, and President Lu Chenghui has contributed a lot.

The tenth-grade red golden elixir not only has the largest market and is cheap, it is the best choice for injured spiritual masters.

Who doesn't carry a few blood bottles when going out?

But recently when President Lu came to Wangcheng, he heard something called "Red Gold Liquid", which looks like Dan and not Dan, like liquid but not liquid.

Except that the storage is not very good, the efficacy of the medicine can crush the Chijin Dan, which has been revised thousands of times in recent years, by a whole lot!

Wangcheng Alchemy Association Headquarters, how come you have time to study this thing?