I have a passive skill.

"Master Black Soul!"

"black……"

"It's so noisy, it's so noisy!"

The man in the red dress was helping Shen An to wipe off the saliva that hadn't been wiped off his face, and his eyes rolled when he was quarreled by these noisy guys.

"Your Lord Black Soul is too busy to take care of himself, how can he have time to save you?"

With a wave of his hand, the void isolation was unlocked.

The four red clothes were shocked at the same time.

On the top of Heihun's head, there is a dark dragon head with a size of hundreds of feet, which is entering the top of the camp tent at this moment.

The dragon's mouth is wide open.

Underneath is Lord Black Soul, who is drowned in endless saliva.

"This……"

Looking at this situation, wouldn't it mean that when the dragon's head is closed, the black soul will be decapitated?

The faces of the four big red clothes were extremely pale in an instant.

How does this exist?

Even Lord Black Soul was taken down without knowing it?

Is this still a cut?

Could it be that this person has already reached that highest state?

Too empty?

"Brother Black Soul~"

The man in the red dress finally turned his eyes on the armored man in front of him, and called softly, "Long time no see."

"The storyteller..."

Black Soul sank to the bottom of the valley with one heart.

He expected the strength of the person who came over.

But it never occurred to me that this person would actually be a member of the Holy Slaves who caused turmoil in the Central Territory at that time!

There are nine holy slaves, each of whom has reached the sky.

And the storyteller in front of him was ranked seventh.

Such an existence, how could he be able to contend with it?

Even if he knows that the person in front of him has not yet reached Taixu.

But how could the gap between Zhan Dao and Zhan Dao be sporadic?

At least, if he wanted to become Taixu's Nine Dead Thunder Jie, he would not dare to touch it.

This storyteller, just judging from his perception of the Dao of Heaven, I am afraid that the final catastrophe is not far away!

And he can be here.

That meant that the red clothes in the entire tent would never have the opportunity to come to support.

but……

The black soul was confused.

There must be one of the three figures seen in the circle just now.

But why, people who are tens of miles away can be directly and accurately teleported to the red-clothed camp, but even the big formation didn't trigger the alarm?

Is this really the same person?

Or, in the red clothes, there really are spies?

"Brother Black Soul, don't guess."

Shen An, who was being held by the storyteller, shifted his sitting position, pointed to the round wheel, and said, "Turn on the projection first, I want to see where my brother is."

Black Soul trembled with anger.

He felt humiliated.

Just a moment ago, I felt that I could fight two against one.

Now he feels that he is simply a joke.

How could he be one against two?

This is something that you can't do even if you go up and pull your hair down to be buried with you!

"Open it!"

The storyteller flicked the red dress a little, letting the light shine on her jade legs, making her shiny and pleasing to the eye.

Hei Hun tried to struggle, but as soon as the thought moved, the man in the red skirt in front of him spoke again.

"Don't try to find someone!"

"Your white-clothed help has not yet arrived. At this moment, you are mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and you cannot protect yourself."

"If you don't cooperate with them, they will strip them all, including you, and tie them here until the red clothes come out to rescue them."

He paused, and said: "Don't worry, my brother said that you can't kill people, so as long as you cooperate, they won't die."

"But it doesn't cooperate..."

"Whee!"

The storyteller covered his mouth and smiled lightly, his gaze wandered over the several big red clothes, revealing a glow of excitement.

Black Soul remained silent.

He carried the dragon head above his head, slowly stepped forward a few steps, and touched the round wheel with his hand.

The storyteller took out an ancient book from his chest at the right time, put it on Shen An's face, and looked at him with a smile.

Black Soul hesitated for a moment.

"brush!"

A light curtain appears.

The sound of pattering rain came back into the camp.

"Huh!"

The rest of the big red clothes present felt that they had been released from another dimension, panting heavily, their faces still in shock.

"Interesting."

The storyteller gave a thumbs up and looked down at Shen An.

Shen An only felt that he might as well not be released.

As soon as his soul returned to his body, he felt the heat from the pair of jade legs under his body, almost scalding him.

"I……"

"Brother, you don't need to talk." The storyteller stroked his face.

"hiss!"

Before Shen An moved, the four big red clothes in the distance all shook their bodies and gasped.

This……

so far so good.

Fortunately, it wasn't the four of us who were spotted!

This is really crazy... Is it worth celebrating, or not?

"Tattoo."

After the picture became clear, a slight sound came out.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, their eyes fixed on the round wheel.

In the next second, shock appeared on everyone's faces.

There were still three people walking on the barren ground!

Except for the leading masked man.

Followed by an old man with a small ax pinned to his waist, and...

The man in the red dress!

Everyone turned their heads and couldn't believe it.

The man in the red dress was clearly sitting in front of him, why is there another one in the picture?

Faced with such attention, the storyteller seemed shy, and his orchid fingers covered his pretty face.

"Looking at people this way..."

"Is he nice?"

"hiss!"

Several people turned their heads away at the same time, and didn't dare to take another look, for fear that they would lead to crime in the next second.

Heihun stared at the screen, speechless for a long time.

The first seat of the holy slave!

Four in command of the Holy Slaves, Tzenchov!

The seven in command of the holy slaves, the storyteller!

This lineup, if placed in any forbidden area in the central region, is enough to cause shocking waves, why did it appear in a mere white cave?

One with four swords, so attractive?

and also……

He sneaked a glance at the man in the red dress who had already stroked San An's chest.

"Avatar incarnate..."

"Isn't this a method that can only be mastered by a half-saint?"

……

"Brother~"

"Brother, it's here!"

The storyteller pointed to the collapsed Bagongli town gate ahead, and excitedly took the masked man's arm.

"How's the situation?" Zenchov asked without turning his head.

"Brother, the Eight Palaces should be ahead, we have been rushing for so long, and finally arrived!"

"Aren't you happy?"

The storyteller bent slightly, raised his head, and stared at the masked man with starry eyes.

The corner of Cenchov's mouth twitched, he held his breath and said, "Storyteller, I ask you how the situation is going!"

"Come on, come on, this place actually collapsed, it doesn't seem to be struck by lightning, it should be because someone was fighting before."

"And there..."

The storyteller pointed to the distance, "I have seen the location of the teleportation array."

Tzenchov: "..."

He slightly squeezed the small ax on his waist.

The masked man waved his hand back, stopping his movement.

"How's the situation over there?"

The hoarse voice seemed to be sawed by a chainsaw, and the scalps of everyone outside the screen were numb.