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Looking at the young man in front of him who suddenly looked disgusted, the masked man added: "But if it's really a fatal situation, you can try it."

"One is that the death is worse, and the other is that there may be a little more hope for escape, isn't it?"

"Yes." Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and silently put away the token.

"Then, you are welcome to join."

The masked man let go of his hand, feeling as if he had accomplished some important event, turned his head to look at the storyteller, and said, "Let me introduce you."

Xu Xiaoshou also turned his head to look.

He knew that the other party should introduce the internal situation of Sheng Slave to him.

The storyteller pouted, but did not refuse.

"The Holy Slave has a total of ten chairs, each representing the ten most powerful people, scattered all over the continent, each performing different tasks."

"He is ranked seventh, that is, the seventh in command of the holy slave."

The storyteller pointed to the masked man and said, "This is the head of the Holy Slave. You know, he ranks first. The organization of the Holy Slave was created by him alone."

The masked man's eyes were slightly closed, and his chest was slightly straightened out.

The storyteller pointed at Tzenchov again, and the latter stood up straight, and his momentum also stood up.

"This old man... the fourth in command of the Holy Slave is just a little older, nothing special."

Cenchov's expression darkened immediately, "Storyteller, what do you mean?"

"That's what it means, you just came in earlier than me, it's no big deal."

The storyteller curled his lips: "If he can live with you for so many years, his strength must be beyond the current level."

"you!"

Tzenchov drew the hatchet.

"Hey, there are newcomers here." The masked man glared at him abruptly, and then Cenchov put down his hands with a beard and a stare.

Xu Xiaoshou was terrified when he heard it.

"fourth?"

"The fourth is too empty, the previous..."

He suddenly thought of Sang Lao, "By the way, Sheng Nu's second in command?"

"That's your master."

The storyteller took the conversation and said: "He ranks second, he is also senior, and he just knew my brother earlier."

"What about strength?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that there was something wrong with the strength of this organization.

The fourth is Taixu.

Shouldn't the top three be stronger?

But when Mr. Sang met him for the first time, he felt that he was as strong as the throne!

Even cutting the road is a bit false.

"Strength..."

The storyteller frowned: "It's hard to say, these guys haven't seen each other for a long time, and their strengths are basically fluctuating."

"Some went up, and some got injured and fell. It's very unstable."

"But you just need to know that your master was more than ten years ago... more than ten years ago, right?"

The storyteller glanced back at the masked man and saw that he was confused, so he said to himself: "Anyway, it was not more than ten years ago, or it was decades ago."

"He is already able to fight against Gou Wuyue!"

This……

Although Xu Xiaoshou already had some confidence in his mind, he was still shocked when old man Sang's true strength was recognized by a powerful man in the world.

Gou Wuyue is one of the Seven Sword Immortals.

Sword Immortal is the peak combat power in Taixu.

Old man Sang, he had reached this level more than ten years ago?

Then he is in Tiansang Linggong...

"he is injured."

The storyteller knew what Wen Ming was thinking, and said: "In a fight with Gou Wuyue, even if you can hurt the opponent, the power of the sword fairy is not so easy to bear."

"After that battle, he directly lost the largest stronghold of the Holy Slave in the central region, and even his strength almost fell below the throne."

"Fortunately, I returned to the Eastern Region, the place where I made my fortune, and I seem to have found a medicine that can restore my realm. I have been slowly improving over the years."

"So that's how it is..." Xu Xiaoshou nodded, and then asked, "What about the others?"

He sneaked a glance at Cenchov: "The fourth is too empty, who is the third, and the strength of others..."

"I won't talk much about this."

The masked man interrupted loudly: "Anyway, you just need to know that none of the top ten holy slaves are made of Xumu, they are real."

"Every high-ranking chair is placed in a certain place, and there will be great turmoil in that position, for the ultimate goal."

"As for whether we will be afraid of other people..."

The masked man paused, seemed to be thinking, and said for a long time: "Let's put it this way, counting the storyteller who is about to make a breakthrough, among the top ten holy slaves, almost all of them are about to lose their temper."

"Get angry?" Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

"Ah."

The masked man nodded: "The power of Taixu."

"hiss."

This time Xu Xiaoshou was quite shocked.

Ten, ten too empty?

"This is just the power on the surface."

The masked man said with a smile: "Secretly, there are still many people who have not been contacted, but they are all consistent with our ultimate goal."

"They're waiting, and so are we."

"Waiting for a suitable opportunity, I guess, I can completely break the cage of this world."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned inwardly, but he couldn't help having doubts: "The ultimate goal, what is that?"

"That's your goal."

The masked man exclaimed: "If you don't become a saint, you will end up as a slave!"

slave?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the shackles in his mind were suddenly released, as if he understood something.

In the past, he could always feel the existence of this layer of confinement, but he couldn't say it, and it was hard to know what kind of feeling it was.

but now……

"Holy slave, holy slave, if you don't become a saint, you will end up as a slave?"

"So that's the meaning?"

Yes!

Isn't the fact that I am wandering around and bumping into walls everywhere, is it not a true portrayal of not being strong enough and only being a slave?

Those strong men who have been killed in the chess game, no matter how majestic they look, aren't they just a pawn in the hands of others, a "slave"?

"If you are not a saint, you will end up as a slave..."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured, and asked, "Holy, what is it?"

He thought of the Embarrassed Saint.

Can one really be freed from slavery after being sanctified?

The masked man paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his eyes slightly upward, looking at the pattering rain in the sky, and said: "Holy, it means a saint."

"By subdivision, there are realms above Taixu, that is, semi-sages, and ten realms of saints."

"Only when you have reached this point can you be regarded as having stepped on the top of the world with half your foot..."

The masked man let out a "hmm" and added: "Really, the top of the world!"

Half a foot...Xu Xiaoshou heard the voice of his words, and the picture of the saint in embarrassment flashed again in his mind, and he couldn't help asking: "Then if you become a saint, you can really be free?"

After the sound fell, Cenchov, the storyteller, and even the masked man all looked over in surprise.

"how?"

Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back in fear for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"Can you ask this question..."

The masked man was thoughtful, and said, "Have you seen someone?"

"Who?"

"Where's your Yan Mang, let me take a look." The masked man stretched out his hand.

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated for a moment and refused to take it out.

"join member fee?"

It's too expensive!

A black line dropped from the forehead of the masked man: "No! Just take a look."

"Oh."

Xu Xiaoshou reluctantly took out the famous Jian Yan Python.

"It's really it..."

The masked man took the famous sword.

The famous sword trembled wildly for a moment, but after stroking it with his palm, it became completely quiet and let out a cry of joy.

Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, but didn't say anything.

Famous swords recognize the master, and they will have a sense of repulsion to other people.

But if the person in front of him is really...

"Why does it listen to you?" Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hold back his curiosity after all.

He remembered that when he touched Su Qianqian's famous tomb city Xuexue earlier, the sword flew back to the master's side without giving him a chance at all.

But the masked man let out a laugh: "The famous sword is also psychic. If you want to make friends with it, it will naturally not object."

"It's really that simple?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little suspicious.

"Of course not."

The masked man smiled and handed the sword back, "But if I really want to make friends with it, would it dare to refuse?"

"..."

Now Xu Xiaoshou choked to death.

When he took the sword, he could feel a tinge of relief-like joy from Yan Mang.

The sword was in the masked man's hand just now, is he nervous?

"There is such a breath."

The masked man tightened his fingers, looked back at Cenchov and said, "That's him."

Tzenchov nodded.

Even if he didn't believe it in his heart, he fully understood at this moment.