I have a passive skill.

"Is it really all right?"

Quiet Mimi used "perception" to explore the rear, but Gou Wuyue seemed to be stuck in her footsteps, watching the masked man leave without taking a step.

"It's still big brother's face!"

The storyteller smiled and stepped forward to put his arms around the masked man's shoulders, but the latter's pace hurried, and the storyteller was in vain.

He complained all over his face, "Brother smelly..."

"open!"

Tzenchov took the lead.

The Panxian Ax slashed forward, and a hole was directly split in the cover of the country.

All the white clothes who dodged to the rear were anxious.

Everyone knew that in this situation, if the four saints and slaves really ran away, the consequences would not be easy to bear.

But it's okay if the person in front of you doesn't reveal his identity, once it's revealed...

Eight masters know!

The Eighth Sword Immortal!

Who would dare to step forward to stop him?

"Senior Moonless..."

It wasn't just a kind of holy guard who was present silently whispering.

Even the manipulators of the "National Canopy" hiding in the far corners of the Eighth Palace all stared blankly at the pictures coming from the void.

That's it, let it go?

"Dong dong dong."

It rained wantonly.

The scene was deadly silent.

In a situation where no one dared to act rashly, the masked man took one step at a time, widening the distance from Gou Wuyue behind him.

Under the power of the manipulator in the distance, the barrier light of the Covering Nation Canopy is rapidly repairing.

Kotzenchov struck a hole with his axe.

The attack power that contains the power of Taixu is absolutely not covered.

Without human interference, the holy slave swaggered out from here, while others could only watch with wide-eyed eyes.

"Huh."

Until he passed through the light curtain covering the country, Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't believe it.

This is out?

So Easy?

The expected desperate battle in the White Grotto did not happen at all, and the masked man revealed the identity of the Eight Masters. Everything was resolved?

"?"

Xu Xiaoshou turned his head slowly, not daring to face anyone else, after thinking about it, he still put a question mark on Cenchov, who seemed more amiable.

Tzenchov laughed uncontrollably.

He understood what the young man meant.

Just when he was about to speak, his face froze suddenly.

"careful!"

At the same time, the storyteller moved in front of his brother in a flash, as if he was blocking some great enemy.

Xu Xiaoshou's pupils shrank.

He was the slowest to react.

But "perception" is also the most clearly seen.

I don't know when.

Under the torrential rain, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the road ahead.

That tall man was taller than anyone Xu Xiaoshou had ever seen before.

If it wasn't for the fact that this guy had a human skin, Xu Xiaoshou would have thought it was the white skeleton from the White Cave who had come outside.

And the short one on one side...

"Who is this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was completely shocked.

His experience in battles with various bosses in the past told him that he could judge only by the aura of this person, and the person who came was only the throne.

But the mere throne, how dare he take No. [-] person to block the way of the four holy slaves who even Gou Wuyue dared not stop?

"Bang bang bang!"

Bean-sized raindrops hit the ground one by one.

At this time, everyone felt something was wrong.

Since the appearance of the short, youthful throne, the rain in the arena seems to have undergone a qualitative change.

Even Xu Xiaoshou's master body has begun to feel pain.

"Attack, passive value, +211."

"Attack, passive value, +165."

"Attack, passive value, +198."

"Reverse shock" seems to no longer have the perfect power to resist injuries, and even the role of "toughness" has become negligible.

Under the average of hundreds of bombardments per second, Xu Xiaoshou felt staggering.

He had no choice but to open the spirit shield.

But the protective cover couldn't resist the beating of the rain at all, and it didn't take a moment for the water droplets to blast through it.

"Flying like heavy water!"

The storyteller encounters the same situation on one side.

What is better than Xu Xiaoshou is that the space around him is folded multiple times.

No matter how strong the raindrops are, when they are adjacent to each other, they will be ejected by the force of space on the spot.

"What is Feiruo Heavy Water?"

Not only Xu Xiaoshou had such doubts, but even Cenqiaofu blocked the raindrop attack and asked.

"Lingbu, the master of the profound meaning of the water system, Yu Lingdi!"

The storyteller paused word by word, and told the name of the person who came.

Then his eyes fell on the tall man on the side.

"So, this one should be, the secret puppet?"

Zenchov's pupils shrank suddenly.

He didn't expect that at the last moment, such two characters could be killed.

"You, are you the one who rained in the White Cave?"

Cenchov took a step forward and stopped the three saints and slaves behind them.

"Be careful."

At this time, the storyteller didn't dare to joke anymore, he reminded in a low voice: "The puppet of that day probably has the power of Taixu, and that Yu Lingdi... cut through Taixu!"

"what?"

When Xu Xiaoshou heard this, his eyeballs popped out immediately.

"Beheaded?"

He repeated the key words in disbelief, wishing the storyteller would say "Sorry, slip of the tongue".

but no.

The storyteller only nodded solemnly: "Although it is said that Tai Xu was killed by other people with the help of others, this guy has indeed ended Tai Xu."

"Even if one person can't take it down, it is an indisputable fact that he can use the throne to cultivate, fall, and even be captured and killed."

"And its legend is far more than that."

"It can't be said that the information I have obtained is limited. This guy has already possessed the strength to kill Tai Xu alone!"

The storyteller is mainly in charge of Zhongyu, so he naturally knows more about Zhongyu's intelligence.

And the more he knew, the more dignified his face became.

Cenchov was also taken aback by his introduction.

He had heard about this guy from the first seat in the White Grotto, but he never thought that a mere throne could have such power.

It's just horrible!

Xu Xiaoshou felt his throat a little dry, "You said he can cut Taixu, is it ordinary Taixu, or..."

"Taixu, are there any ordinary ones?"

The storyteller's rhetorical question choked Xu Xiao so much that he almost had a cerebral infarction.

Is this Nima perverted!

I, Xu Xiaoshou, with my innate cultivation base and the prestige of Ah Jie, managed to behead a throne, which is already pretty good.

Your throne, can you cut Taixu?

He secretly glanced at the masked man in front of him.

Xu Xiaoshou finally understands why there are existences in this world that can kill even the Eighth Sword Immortal.

Dare to love, geniuses are all gathered together, not just me.

The clown is himself alone!

……

"Boom bang bang..."

Large pits exploded on the ground, as if they were smashed out by large hailstones.

But it's not hail, it's rain!

The rain was menacing.

Yu Lingdi stretched out his hand to touch the torrential rain, the raindrops passed through his body, and every drop of rainwater passed through his body, his breath would be more intense.

"Senior Wuyue, isn't this your style?"

He raised his head and looked into the distance with a smile: "The reason why you called me here is to let me witness with your own eyes the departure of your indulgent saint slave?"

"It's okay if you don't let me see it. I saw it. How can I go back and make a business trip?"

"Let me pretend to be invisible?"

Yu Lingdi shook his head in distress: "I can't do this."

"Me too."

No. 33 said in a low voice on the side, and scratched his head with his hand: "His Royal Highness wants me to be an honest child."

Xu Xiaoshou was immediately attracted by the tall man.

No matter how closely the voice imitated, he could still hear the trace of mechanical sound from the tall man's mouth.

"The secret puppet?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Ah Jie.

Not surprisingly.