I have a passive skill.

The storyteller's excited thoughts calmed down, and he explained: "Weaker than normal Tianji puppets, they only have one-level combat awareness, but it's very strange, as if..."

"Like a real person?" The masked man spoke again.

"Yeah, that's how it feels!"

The storyteller nodded madly, and said: "If it wasn't for the complete lack of human vital signs, he would have been almost deceived. If he glanced at it, he would definitely not be able to see that it was a heartless puppet."

"understood."

The masked man fell silent.

The storyteller raised his eyebrows, glanced at Cenchov, and saw that he shrugged his shoulders incomprehensibly, and immediately understood that the old man was also confused.

He could only ask himself: "Brother knows?"

"It's not considered acquaintance, I have met once... no, twice, it should be."

There was a trace of memory in the masked man's muddy eyes, and he said slowly:

"The first-generation Tianji puppet, Dao Qiongcang's self-proclaimed defective product, if I remember correctly, should have been thrown into the void island."

"At that time, it seemed to be unconscious."

"But when we met for the second time, spiritual wisdom had already been born, and it seemed to be able to grow by itself."

"It's weird and dangerous."

"In the end, it seemed to be destroyed by Baiyi a second time in the void island."

The two bystanders were speechless for a while.

Heavenly Secret Puppet, Birth of Wisdom, Second Destruction?

"It's obviously very strong, why don't you use it?" Cenchov felt wrong, it didn't seem like a stupid thing that the Holy Spirit Hall would do.

"Strong is strong, but there is no upper limit."

The masked man glanced at him meaningfully, "Things that you can't really control in your hands, do you think those people will stay?"

"According to Dao Qiongcang's temperament..."

Czenchov was in a hurry.

He absolutely did not believe that the Master of the Dao Palace, who was obsessed with celestial mysteries, would give up such a good research opportunity.

The masked man chuckled and shook his head, interrupting his words.

"The gang I'm talking about is not the gang, but the gang."

Tzenchov froze for a moment.

The storyteller's pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something, he shivered, and the cold air penetrated his body.

……

"Which group?"

Xu Xiaoshou was deep in the ground, and was directly dazzled by these words.

Judging from the tone of these words, the legendary Taoist Palace Master probably wanted to keep Ah Jie.

But, blocked?

How can it be?

Isn't the pinnacle of this world the hall of the Holy Spirit, or its contemporary master, Dao Qiongcang?

He, was prevented from researching?

"Mama..."

Ah Jie suddenly murmured.

Xu Xiaoshou was startled, and immediately grasped the stone-shaped iron ball tightly.

"Don't make a sound, they are not talking about you, don't be afraid, good boy!"

"Mama..."

Ah Jie's mood seemed to be a little off.

Xu Xiaoshou can fully understand.

If he hadn't used the disappearance technique to lurk underground at this moment, he might not even know these secrets.

However, why did Ah Jie, who was supposed to be destroyed on the Void Island, appear in the Tianxuanmen of Tiansang Linggong?

"Old Sang?"

Xu Xiaoshou immediately thought of such a character.

If the masked man said that he also met A Jie, could it be that he went to the Void Island with Sang Lao, the second in command of Sheng Slave?

It doesn't seem right!

If the two really went together, there is no reason why Ah Jie would appear in such a small place as Tiansang Linggong.

It should have fallen into a large organization such as the Holy Slave and been fully utilized.

and……

"Void Island?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it, and suddenly remembered something.

He vaguely remembered Caramel Sugar's words.

Isn't Void Island that terrifying place that seems to seal a saint?

If nothing else, the rift in the different dimension here was created by the embarrassing saint, which is the rift leading to the void island.

some of……

"Ouch I'm going!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that his mind was going to be lost.

All of this combined is simply terrifying to think about.

When he didn't know everything, he still felt that the world was wonderful.

But every time he knew a little bit more, learned a little bit more about the secrets, Xu Xiaoshou always felt a sense of panic.

Why does it seem that everything is related to me, Xu Xiaoshou, and is aimed at me... Xu Xiaoshou?

"Mama..."

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry, Mama won't abandon you."

Xu Xiaoshou heard Ah Jie's murmur, and immediately hugged the poor little guy even tighter.

I'm afraid it can't help but fly out and expose it, then the matter will be...

It's big!

……

"By the way, there is one more thing that people are more concerned about." The storyteller hesitated to say it.

"Say."

"Wen Ming, is the second child's apprentice?"

The masked man was startled: "How do you know?"

"This one……"

The storyteller recalled the scene of being teased in the ancient book space, his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak.

"This is a long story, so I won't introduce it in detail."

"I just want to know, where did the second child go during the period when he disappeared?"

The masked man smiled: "You already know the answer, why do you still ask me?"

"So, it's really..." The storyteller couldn't believe it, but he couldn't continue.

Cen Qiaofu shook his head with a broken smile, recalling the "Long Rongjie" style of Elder Sang in Tiansang Linggong.

Tell the truth.

If he hadn't followed the head seat to the spiritual palace, he would have never imagined that old man Na Sang would go to such a corner.

"For that Wenming?" asked Tzenchov.

Apart from this explanation, it was hard for him to imagine why old man Sang would go to that kind of place.

"Do not."

The masked man shook his head.

"Wen Ming was just an accident. In Tiansang Linggong, the second child doesn't stay much. Going back this time is just to stop my plan and prevent the famous sword from falling."

"But it didn't work."

The masked man laughed and continued: "More importantly, it is a plan."

"What plan?" The storyteller asked curiously.

The masked man glanced at the back lightly and said, "It's finished."

The two looked back at the same time.

It is empty and nameless, and there is no other existence.

But they all know that in this space, there is a space crack in another dimension leading to the void island.

Mortals are invisible to the naked eye.

"Then there is one more thing..."

The storyteller understood, and when he rolled his eyes, a look of joy appeared on his face, and then he squeezed out a flattering smile as if asking for credit, and was about to say something.

"Wait a minute."

When the masked man saw this, he knew it was not a good thing, so he stopped him directly, and looked around.

Then, he lowered his head and his eyes slid across the ground.

He frowned.

"I always feel like there's something wrong..."

"You really only brought a sword here?"

The masked man looked at the storyteller suspiciously.

"What do you mean?"

The storyteller glanced at the four swords that were still floating in the rear, hesitantly said: "Wen Ming, is it really here?"

"It's not Wenming..."

The masked man curled up his hands tightly wrapped in black gloves, twisted his wrists, and shook off the discomfort, saying: "But there are more than four swords."

"What do you mean?"

The storyteller and Cenchov spoke at the same time.

The masked man was a little uncertain, his eyes hesitating.

"An illusion? I always feel that there is a breath of a famous sword at the scene..."

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Chapter 579 A Little Shou Bows Again

"Can you feel this too?"

Xu Xiaoshou, who was lurking underground, was surprised.

His heart was pounding immediately.

In the disappearing state, it is obviously impossible to notice everything.

But the feeling of the masked man...