I have a passive skill.

Because the central point of the storm mentioned in the words of the Eight Masters is surprisingly one of the places of trial that the Holy Palace pays close attention to this time-Eastern Heavenly King City!

The trial of the royal city is related to the subsequent trial of the holy palace, and it is even more related to the future of the holy palace.

During the normal period of the Holy Palace, it will not respond to any movement from the Holy Spirit Continent, because this is the mission of the Holy Spirit Palace.

The holy palace will always maintain a transcendent status, and their goal is to cultivate saints.

But now it's different.

What happened in the Yunlun Mountains endangered the future of the Holy Palace. The "Consecration of the Daoist Foundation" is not important, and it may even be just a "false clue" released by the "False Eight Masters".

The Holy Palace only knows that they must send more people to the Yunlun Mountains in the Eastern Heaven Realm to protect the future seedlings of the Holy Palace.

As for whether he would be involved in the center of the storm by accident, or even accidentally win the "Secret Dao Foundation" during the journey, that is all accidental.

Holy Palace, don't talk about accidents.

……

Osmanthus folds the holy mountain.

Dao Qiongcang, who sits at the headquarters of the Holy God Hall, received all kinds of urgent bulletins from the major branches of the five domains 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 rain after the "Sound Spread to the Five Realms".

Those forces on the surface were even more undisguised, and with a little excuse, they ran to the East Heavenly King City, which was the center of the storm.

—all messed up!

Dao Qiongcang knew that his incarnation of holy thoughts failed to stop the last disaster of Dragon Ball when he was in the Yunlun Mountains, and might bring "disaster" to himself.

But he really didn't know that this "disaster" could make people so dizzy!

"Eight Masters, Eight Masters..."

Swipe back left and right, let them deal with those troublesome news reports, and look at the sky above the holy mountain, their eyes are full of admiration.

"I originally thought that suppressing the news of your birth in the White Grotto would not bring much turmoil to the mainland."

"I never thought that your rebound after bottoming out gave me a head-on crit."

Dao Qiongcang held Sinan in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand, as if he was touching the net of rules in the vast world.

He didn't feel discouraged, it seemed that such a major event that made the whole world crazy, still failed to shake the ripples in his Gu Jingbubo state of mind.

After staring at the sea of ​​clouds on the holy mountain for a long time, Dao Qiongcang raised the corners of his lips and muttered to himself:

"interesting."

"This chess game is getting bigger and bigger and more interesting."

……

East Heaven Realm, near the Yunlun Mountains.

In a word, the Eight Masters, who have driven countless spiritual masters all over the world crazy, have left the void island at this time, and with the support of the storyteller, they are hiding in XZ in the space crack.

"Brother, are you crazy?"

"Why waste so much energy, shouting that voice yourself, can't let the master of the black veins do it? You have broken your body, what should you do?"

The storyteller supported the soft and boneless Bazun, feeling that he only needed to push...

Do not!

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 his eyes; the eighth sword fairy will be buried in a place that no one knows.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ba Zun Fan coughed violently, wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his lips after coughing, and then said: "Is there anyone in the world who knows the black dragon, and who doesn't know Ba Zun Fan?"

"If I don't use my name, everyone in the world will be an idiot, and you will be attracted by a random word from someone who doesn't know where it is?" Ba Zun smiled.

The storyteller's lips parted slightly, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

Yes.

In the five regions of the Holy Spirit Continent, is there any more exaggerated and explosive information than the resurrection of the Eighth Sword Immortal?

After brother's words, the five regions and the four seas were shaken several times.

How can his influence be comparable to that of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon who will be forgotten by everyone immediately after saying his name?

Thinking of the Devil Emperor Black Dragon, the storyteller became a little worried: "This time entering the Void Island, although the plan is close to perfection, why let the Devil Emperor... the Lord of the Black Veins carry out this task? Accident?"

"No accident." Bazun cleared his throat and said with hemoptysis. The taste of the space storm is not good. Now he can only walk through the space cracks by relying on storytellers.

The storyteller curled his lips and said: "Obviously there is the third ancestor of Baimao who can use it, Jinzhao... Didn't that ancestor still have Jinzhao's lineage in the Holy God Continent, and it has been passed down to Xu Xiaoshou's generation. , why not use him?"

"It's just because I'm one of my own people, so I can't use it first. After all, it takes a lot of time to get it out, and the price is too high." Bazun explained, this is something that has never been mentioned in the battle plan, and now it is an afterthought, and the storyteller can ask ask.

Saint Emperor Cannian... Thinking about the power of the Devil Emperor Black Dragon, the storyteller was a little worried: "Brother, do you think there is a possibility that its Cannian came out but was not completely wiped out?"

Bazun sneered: "That Taoist Saobao is not an idiot. He is more afraid of the power of the Holy Emperor than I am. I just need to get the black dragon out. He has desperately summoned the power of the Holy Emperor, so he has to help me get rid of it." To eradicate the scourge is an open conspiracy, and he has no choice."

The storyteller was speechless, only feeling that his brain was not enough for this kind of high IQ confrontation.

What kind of psychology is it that can make a person trust his opponent so much that he will help him clean up a person who is more like a teammate than an opponent?

After a long silence, the storyteller felt that it was not suitable for him to think about this matter.

In his view, there are too many links in the combat plan that require the cooperation of the opponent, and these links are all crucial.

The opposite is already known as the unpredictable Dao Qiongcang, how dare my brother play like this!

But the "sound spreads to the five realms", the storyteller's incarnation outside his body also heard it, 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 still had doubts about whether the strength of the nine holy slaves could push the waves of the times.

Now, there is no doubt at all.

"Brother is awesome!" He praised with starry eyes.

"It's just that we have the advantage of being the first to make the move." The eight masters waved their hands, weakly, "Going out this time, it's our turn to face the overall situation of the Holy Spirit Hall."

"What bureau?" the storyteller asked.

"You think I'm a god, able to see the future?" The eight gods snorted.

The space rift finally came to an end.

When the light appeared, the storyteller walked back to the land of the Holy God Continent with the help of the eight gods.

He tilted his head.

The Yunlun Mountains, East Heavenly King City, and Void Island are all in the distance!

"The last son?" The storyteller looked at Ba Zunfan.

In "Sound from the Five Realms", the eight gods promised to give the world the magic sword and the demon lord, the holy spar of the root of the sage, and endless treasures.

But so far, only the magic sword has been realized.

The power of Dragon Ball faded in the end, and the red-clothed army led by Rao Yaoyao was even more eyeing from the crack of the void island.

If the treasure really wants to spew out from that crack again, it will just enter the enemy's pocket again.

And when the plan is completed, how can Bazun Fan continue to fund the Holy Spirit Hall with his own money?

He stood on the ground where no one was looking, and looked at the crack of the Void Island in the distance for a long time. It seemed that he saw the tense people in front of the crack through endless space.

"Look, here I am..."

The eight masters laughed lightly, shook their heads, tapped the space, and turned to leave.

"Crack!"

A trace blooms in the space.

Then, this crack in space spread to the sky, like a butterfly effect, sweeping across the entire void in an instant.

"Kakkaka..."

In the Yunlun Mountains, the East Heavenly King City, and even the nearby [-]-mile boundary, the sky is fragmented and shattered like a mirror. There are shimmering lights in the darkness, like thousands of magic eyes opening in the sky!

Under the horrified eyes of countless alchemists, accompanied by the infinite sound of swooshing, the endless treasure wrapped in the power of the Holy Emperor is like a meteor shower passing through.

The 72-section dragon element array formed by the red clothes was shattered in an instant.

The most precious meteor hit the faces of the pilgrims.

At this moment, the earth boiled!

"Fuck, there is really a treasure, the Eight Masters, he didn't deceive us, he really gave us something for free!"

"Hurry up, this is the opportunity to become a saint, this is the era of the saints!"

"Hands are fast, hands are slow!"

"kill!!!"

Rao Yaoyao looked at this natural disaster... No, it was a man-made disaster. Her hand holding the Xuancang Divine Sword was shaking, and she was completely powerless to stop it.

Half-holy power is fine.

This batch of treasures is more than the sum of the previous two waves, and it is the power of the Holy Emperor. What can she do to stop it?

Dao Qiongcang is gone, what can she do to stop her!

Lost the focus of sight, Rao Yaoyao tried hard to find the initial birth point of this space crack.

After a long time, she followed the traces to find it.

But looking from a distance, there was no one there, not even a trace of someone passing by.

At the same time, misty singing rang out in the ears of all the treasure-hunting spirit masters.

Everyone stopped the treasure hunt for a while and listened carefully, because it was like the whisper of a god, full of temptation.

Rao Yaoyao frowned, but she also listened, she could no longer figure out Ba Zun's intentions in doing things, and she was afraid that this was another conspiracy of his.

However, this time, what was transmitted to everyone was no longer a lethal voice, but a chant full of jokes, as if mocking all living beings.

"I passed through the White Grotto, talking with the darkness..."

"I'm a guest on Void Island, and I'm making friends with the Holy Emperor..."

"I was fishing in the Yunlun Mountains, and I wish you all the joy..."

After a pause, the voice became more cadenced, more ethereal, more free and unrestrained.

"I came from the west and staggered eastward with the current."

"Watch life in the daytime, sleep with ghosts in the evening."

"The mayfly guesses what I want, and the cool wind extinguishes the candle wax."

"Drunk drinking the water of the world, wake up like the fairy Chacha."

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Chapter 9 and Eight of Sang Lao's calculations!

Yunlun Mountains, above the fourth dragon vein.

Xu Xiaoshou finally ended his prostrate posture, and while patting the soil stained on his beloved little skirt, he stood up, looking at the treasured meteor shower in the distance with lingering fear.

Obviously the time is not long, he feels like he has been lying on the ground for a century!

"What a wonderful show..."

The lucky golden dragon of the divine sword Xuancang, the heavenly array of the semi-holy way, the arrow of the evil bow that loves the common people across two domains, and the holy emperor Cannian and the black dragon dragon scale...

and also!

And the first saint slave who played with everything in the palm of his hand without even showing his face, the eight masters!

"too strong."