I have a passive skill.

Give an ordinary person a sword, and under a sneak attack, they might be able to kill the sleeping eight masters... It's outrageous!

"If you have agreed to leave the matter here to me, if you have to do everything yourself, you may die suddenly soon." Shui Gui smiled.

"It's not that I can't trust you." Ba Zun couldn't hear the meaning behind his words, and said slightly teasingly, "It's just that you have taken the limelight for this matter. If I don't show my face again, the world will probably take it as a joke." I forgot about the eight venerables."

Water ghost: "..."

Even if people of this generation can forget the sword god Gu Lou Ying, they probably won't be able to forget you, the eight masters!

The eight masters didn't think so much, and raised their hands to the sea of ​​clouds between the vast cliffs, and praised: "Look! This game of Guyinya has exhausted all the great grand masters of the five regions. I heard that even the semi-sages have gone down!" One?"

"Hmm." The water ghost nodded with the corner of his mouth tilted, "So?"

"What an ingenious plan!" Eight Venerables sighed with emotion, "The things here are just waiting to be spread. Your name as a water ghost should spread all over the world and be talked about by countless people."

"Fame..." Shui Gui shook his head, "What's the use of my fame?"

The eight masters disagreed: "Famous swords need to be nourished by fame, and the road to sanctification also requires the blessing of fame and faith."

The water ghost chuckled, noncommittal.

The eight gods suddenly calmed down, staring at the half golden animal face on the face of the person in front of them, and said with a smile:

"However, you really don't need this fame.

"Once the mask is removed, the real name of the holy slave water ghost is known to the world.

"If you talk about the next person in this world who can become a saint instantly...it must be you!"

The water ghost was silent, looking at the sea of ​​clouds between the cliffs, what he saw was boundless.

He stroked the half of the golden animal mask on his face, and thought to himself that what was covered by this mask was more than the identity of the holy slave water ghost?

"The future is still far away..."

The two looked at the sea of ​​clouds between the cliffs, and fell silent together.

side.

What a sycophant, each with a rainbow fart, the shot is exquisite... Cenchov, who was still wrapped in bandages, felt emotional in his heart, and also took a step forward, followed by looking at the sea of ​​clouds between the cliffs, wanting to join the sycophancy meeting.

"Why don't you take an old man with you?"

He paused with a smile, stroked his beard, and then said complacently: "To become a saint requires comprehension, and when it comes to comprehension, the old man says that it is second, who dares to say that it is the first?"

On the ruins of Guyinya, the eight masters and water ghosts all laughed out loud when they heard the words.

"Indeed, you are also one."

Everyone in the world regards the legend of "there is a woodcutter in the southern region who can cut the road overnight" as a myth after dinner.

Now the two of you know...

This is real.

The avenue enlightened by chopping firewood has penetrated the mysteries of acquired, innate, master, and throne realms overnight, and directly cut off the past mortals and entered the world of spirit refining.

How can such a person be ordinary?

As soon as Cenchov joined, the two stopped bragging about their business. Thinking about what they just said, it really makes people blush

The water ghost didn't even answer, "What's the matter?"

"Here." The eight masters pointed to the golden scroll in their hands, and their eyes were still looking at the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds, as if they wanted to see something clearly.

The water ghost's attention couldn't help being drawn to it again.

This golden scroll is very eye-catching, and the strong holy power on it shows this extraordinary thing.

Even accompanied by the aura of the Holy Emperor's Dragon Scale, the water ghost saw the Holy Emperor's will no less than the Holy Emperor's Dragon Scale from the scroll.

"Holy Emperor Jinzhao?" The water ghost asked with sideways eyes.

"Yes." Bazun nodded.

"What did you write? Wouldn't it be something like 'follow the heavens, the emperor's edict'?" The corner of Shui Gui's lips curled up, and he said teasingly.

He knew that the eight gods were not born in the pure spirit world, but they were actually ordinary people in the past. They even went to Beijing to rush for the exam.

And with his character, holding the "Sage Emperor's Golden Edict" in his hands this time, there is a high probability that he can really write these words that startled people in the spirit refining world.

"That's not so superficial..."

Bazun laughed when he heard that, and still looked at the bottom of the sea of ​​clouds, and asked, "How is the situation down there?"

"It's very chaotic." The water ghost responded: "But those who should come have come, and those who shouldn't have come. Now the time has come, and the void door can be opened at any time."

The eight monks nodded, took a step back, and turned their eyes to look at the east sky king city in the distance, the city in the sky that was almost completely drawn out of the spatial fragmentation.

"Since that's the case...

"Don't wait, let's start now!"

His tone became serious, and with a shake of his hand, the Holy Emperor Jin Zhao was directly flipped open.

The water ghost waited solemnly, and also looked at the city in the sky in the distance, knowing that something big would happen next.

But from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the weak body of the eight gods, who couldn't even bear the coercion of the Holy Emperor Jinzhao, so he immediately pulled his lips and said helplessly, "How about I come?"

"You can't come."

Ba Zunwen shook his head and refused, took the first to take out the medicine for a moment and took it, his breath changed, and he had some imposing aura of backlight.

Then, he stretched out his index finger and tapped it slightly between his lips and teeth, the blood was red.

The blood on the fingertips was printed heavily on the Holy Emperor Jinzhao, and the breath of the eight gods became as sharp as a sword, soaring straight into the sky.

At this moment, his chest straightened up slightly, and his image was so tall that even the sky could no longer suppress it.

The blood finger, on the Jinzhao, slowly wrote:

"Holy secret... the world... thousands of years..."

How could Shui Gui and Cenchov miss this historic moment?

The two of them took a step forward one after another, fixed their sideways eyes on the Holy Emperor Jinzhao, and read out the ancient characters like ancient talisman seals that were instantly solidified from the bloody color on it.

Available in the next second.

The strong power of the Holy Emperor attached to the Golden Edict of the Holy Emperor caused blood and tears to flow from the eyes of the two of them.

"puff!"

Tzenchov spat out blood, his expression terrified.

"Cough! Cough!"

The water ghost coughed heavily, stretched out his hand to wipe it, and was startled to feel bleeding from his seven orifices.

The two dare not look any further.

This Golden Edict of the Holy Emperor is too powerful!

It is absolutely concentrated from the hundreds of years of power of many holy emperors of the void island.

Ordinary people regard it as blasphemy!

——But the eight masters don't know how to do it.

He stared at the Jinzhao with both eyes, and with a mortal body, he wrote with his bloody fingers on the holy emperor's secret treasure.

At this moment, the water ghost suddenly realized why he couldn't come because the eight gods knew about this place just now.

Because, there is only this one who is the master of both black and white veins.

No matter how powerful the Holy Emperor Jinzhao is, there is still such a person pressing down on top of the great Holy Emperors on Void Island!

In this world, he is the only one who can write words on this golden edict of the Holy Emperor with a mortal body that has not yet reached the holy level!

"Om-"

On the Guyin Cliff, as the ancient characters took shape one by one, the Holy Emperor Jinzhao unleashed a raging force, pushing the water ghost and Cen Qiaofu apart, like the emperor fighting a battle, ordinary people are not allowed to approach.

At the same time, the side grass.

Amidst the rustling sounds, a one-armed lame old man was carrying a large peachwood box on his back, holding a thousand paper cranes in his palm, and on the way alone, he whispered suspiciously:

"Eldest brother's position, why can't you lock it suddenly?

"Didn't it mean that in this world, no matter the ends of the earth, you can find people with this paper crane?"

Xiu Yuanke sighed.

He was frightened by a few gold-medal hunting order killers at the East Heavenly King City, and he was delayed for a while. Why couldn't he keep up with the senior brother?

You clearly said that you have to wait for yourself...

suddenly!

Xiu Yuanke's footsteps were fixed, and he saw three figures on the cliff not far away.

The person at the head has a very prominent image.

From the side, Xiu Yuanke can see the eight fingers dancing slowly on the golden scroll, and then fix his eyes, the person who is writing something has an obvious sword scar on his neck...

"Big Brother!"

Xiu Yuan was pleasantly surprised.

Isn't this the image of the senior brother pretending to be the teacher Ba Zunfa outside?

Well, where's the sack?

It does not matter!

What's important is that after searching for so long, Xiuyuanke finally found the senior brother Xiao Kongtong, and he rushed towards him with tears in his eyes.

"Eldest brother, I have been looking for you very hard, what are you doing..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The figure of Xiu Yuanke who rushed over stopped in the air, as if he had hit a barrier, he fell quickly and hit the mountain with a bang.

Water ghost and Cenchov obviously noticed the unexpected guest and looked sideways at the same time.

"What the hell?"

Xiu Yuanke was stunned.

He didn't know the guy with the golden animal mask on his head.

But the image of Tzenchov...

I am familiar with this!

Staring at the small ax on the opponent's waist, Xiu Yuanke looked at the one on his own, and suddenly understood something, sobbing loudly:

"Eldest brother, I was just one step slower, how did you find my substitute?

"Wow, it can't be like this!"

Czenchov: ? ? ?

Water ghost:? ? ?

Who is this guy who popped up out of nowhere?

What does he mean?

In order to prevent accidents, the water ghost raised his hand, directly regarded the one-armed lame old man as a stowaway, and banned him on the spot with the water polo.

At the critical moment of writing the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict, it is obvious that nothing can go wrong.

"Let me go, let me go!"

Xiu Yuanke slapped vigorously in the water polo.

But these people are the helpers that the elder brother is looking for, and he has to give face, so he can't just draw the sword directly and break the bondage.

However, seeing that "Cenchov" staring at him blankly...

Xiuyuanke is in a hurry.

"What are you looking at, you substitute!

"If I hadn't come late, do you really think that senior brother would look for you?"

In the water polo, Xiu Yuanke smeared his face indiscriminately, and instantly turned into Cenchov's appearance. He raised the small ax on his waist high, and said happily: