I have a passive skill.

He ignored the black sword in front of him, and turned his gaze to the storyteller, "You said earlier, the new sword-bearer of the black sword is Wen Ming?"

"Uh-huh."

The storyteller nodded, but shook his head again: "No, no, it's not a sword bearer, but it's just a preliminary approval of having four swords, so I can borrow a little strength."

He glanced around apprehensively.

"It's not that scary..."

If you really knew that the black sword was so terrifying, whoever killed his storyteller would never have given that little Wen Ming a chance to fight.

If this kind of attack exploded at that time...

Even if he can't be killed by the explosion, he will be killed by this nasty fierce sword energy!

"What about people?"

The masked man ignored the four swords trembling again, took a step across, and came to the storyteller.

"The swords have already arrived, you said Wen Ming, where are the people?"

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Chapter 578 The Abandoned Ajie

"Ah ring, ring ring..."

Xu Xiaoshou was floating in mid-air, his eyes turned white, with a pair of dead fish eyes hanging, using "perception" to watch Ah Jie constantly pumping the evil spirit in his body.

This pumping process lasted for half a quarter.

Finally, the black energy that was filling his body to the point of bursting weakened slightly, barely regaining a little consciousness.

"Yes, are you saved?"

Let go of your sight.

Xu Xiaoshou just saw the three terrifying figures clustered in a distance.

Holy slave, trio!

Who can stand this?

If it wasn't for the critical moment, with Ah Jie's burst, he directly used the disappearance technique to release the four swords from restraining him...

If it weren't for the vanishing technique, there are only two states of opening and releasing, and there is no need for the unconscious self to maintain the disappearing state...

If it weren't for the fact that the real target of the four swords was not himself, but a maddened desire to go into the body of the first slave...

Xu Xiaoshou dared to assert.

At this moment, I am either dead or out of control.

Or, end up in the most terrifying end - being targeted by the chief slave and the storyteller at the same time!

"Sin..."

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't imagine why his trip to the White Cave was so difficult.

Sure enough, the source of all this, after all, is the overwhelming self-confidence after devouring the original seed of Jinzhao and the three-day freezing robbery?

If he hadn't thought about exploring the truth about the Four Swords at that time, and hadn't thought about the mission Sang Lao gave him that he didn't even care about...

"tired."

Xu Xiaoshou felt very tired.

Presumably even that dead old man had anticipated the outcome of the fight for the one with four swords.

Why did I naively take the first step towards the Lijian Grassland?

That is the road to the abyss!

"Hide, hide."

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to escape from this place step by step, but he didn't dare.

God knows if the storyteller will exile this space very cautiously when he arrives here.

If this was the case, not only would he not be able to get out in one step, but he would expose his position to the perverted man in the red dress when he reached the critical point.

If so...

"Hide it!"

Holding Ah Jie, Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to think too much.

Feeling that the number in his body was gradually decreasing and it was difficult to affect his actions, he lowered his head and went straight to the ground.

……

Clearly finishing solving his negative state in front of the saint-slave trio, Xu Xiaoshou's heart beat wildly even with the vanishing technique.

And at this moment when he was escaping from the ground, he had already heard that the chief slave had put all his attention on the so-called "Wen Ming" that he had let out before.

"The swords have already arrived, you said Wen Ming, where are the people?"

After the masked man finished speaking, the storyteller was obviously stunned.

"Yes, where are people?"

He turned his head and glanced at the four swords, hesitantly said: "Theoretically speaking, the four swords are under Wen Ming's control, and they will not let go easily, and it is impossible for Wen Ming to give up this peerless fierce sword."

"After all, he is also an ancient sword cultivator, right?"

"but……"

The storyteller paused, and Cenchov immediately said, "But with the state of four swords, can he let go?"

"Yes!"

The storyteller nodded, and frowned, "So, he should have let go of the four swords early in the morning? But how could he realize that the four swords had moved?"

"Then Wen Ming, what cultivation level?" Cenchov asked suddenly.

"About God."

"Well, my god..."

"Huh? Innate?!"

Cenchov's tone changed, and he turned his head to look at the turbulent White Cave world in the far away place.

The blasting starts there.

And the words of the storyteller earlier, the movement, was made by the so-called Wen Ming.

"Are you sure, he's just innate?"

Cenchov asked again, his tone full of doubts.

"Forehead……"

The storyteller froze for a moment, and he also turned his head to see the movement behind him, and said submissively, "Yes... right?"

Seeing the disbelief on Cenchov's face, the storyteller added: "In short, it's not strong. It's probably innate. If it's exhausted, it's only at the level of a master, but its combat power should be comparable to... the throne?" His voice became weaker and weaker. .

Tzenchov's face darkened.

The storyteller had a headache, but he had no choice but to continue: "If you add some external force, even if you encounter Zhan Dao... well, what they mean is that in this white cave world, there are all kinds of constraints, so... "

"?"

Tzenchov slowly made a question mark.

"Forehead……"

The storyteller wiped off his sweat. He knew how unbelievable his words were, but he insisted on finishing them.

"So, under various restrictions, Wen Ming should be able to compete with Zhan Dao..."

Cenchov's face turned from black to green.

"Are you serious?"

"serious."

"Aren't you kidding?"

"OK."

"This, is what you said 'not strong anyway'?" Cenchov almost burst his eyes open.

"Whoo~"

The storyteller heaved a sigh of relief, "You'll find out after you beat him up, this kid is a bit wicked."

With that said, he turned to look at his brother, "Really?"

Tzenchov also cast his gaze away.

He didn't know why the first seat valued Na Wenming so much.

Even the layout of the Holy Emperor used that guy as a pawn.

But now, if all this is not exaggerated...

"Not a master."

The masked man said: "When I first met him, he should have been in the acquired realm. It's only been a few months, isn't it a month?"

"No matter how talented you are, you won't be able to directly comprehend the celestial phenomenon and reach the level of a master."

"Theoretically speaking, Wen Ming, it's already pretty good to be able to reach the Xiantian Yuan Court Realm, or Juwu at this time."

"Of course, it is not ruled out that he also has some opportunities to reach the Supreme Spirit..."

"Huh? What's your expression?"

As the masked man spoke, he saw Tzenchov's strange state.

Tzenchov's jaw could no longer be closed.

"That hedgehog, in the Upper Spirit Realm, can make such a big commotion?" He pointed to the broken space behind him.

"Going to the Spirit is just a speculation." The masked man said.

"Did you get the point wrong, I mean... not this!"

As Cenchov said, he looked at the storyteller and roared:

"A mere innate talent, can you achieve this level?"

"Comparable to beheading?"

"What are you kidding?!"

"I'm not joking." The storyteller was silent for a while, and said, "He has a secret puppet on him."

"Oh?"

This time, not only Cenchov was stunned, but even the masked man was surprised.

"The secret puppet?"

"Ah."

The storyteller nodded, and said, "A Tianji puppet that doesn't look like a Tianji puppet..."

"and many more."

The masked man suddenly stretched out his hand and interrupted the storyteller, and waited until the two people in front of him looked at each other, and then said: "Is that secret puppet you're talking about not in adult form?"

"You know?" The storyteller was surprised.

"little boy?"

"Correct!"

"Bald?"

"Yes!"

"Weak?"

"Not bad... well, you can't say it's weak, right?"