I have a passive skill.

Sang Lao flicked his fingers, and the water droplets fell up and down in the air. He smiled and said: "But if you come a step later, the result will be different."

"Let him go." Gou Wuyue said indifferently.

"can."

Sang Lao nodded: "You call Bai Yiquan over, let Sheng Nu and Cen Qiaofu go, and this old man will let Yu Lingdi go."

Gou Wuyue's eyes sank.

This is simply impossible.

In the Eight Palaces, Cenchov fought back with the blood tree on his back, holding back No. 33 and most of the white-clothed Zhandao, which can be said to be extremely difficult.

But the aftermath of the blood tree is too great.

Not surprisingly, he was bound to be taken by No. 33 in the end.

The storyteller...

Although Bai Yi has been imprisoned continuously, as long as he can't get out of here immediately.

After Gou Wuyue finished cleaning up, the straw hat old man in front of him, the storyteller, couldn't escape.

The only ones who have a high probability of not being able to win are the eight masters and Haitang'er.

How could he, Gou Wuyue, give up the main task for Yu Lingdi?

"Tsk tsk."

Old Sang was speechless, looked at the water droplet still struggling helplessly in his palm, shook his head and sighed: "Little poor, you have been abandoned."

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

Obviously Old Sang was still talking, but there was another old man's voice in Xu Xiaoshou's ear.

He was startled, nodded slightly, and realized that it was Sang Lao who was transmitting the sound.

"Go southeast, the storyteller is waiting for you there, leave immediately."

Xu Xiaoshou froze when he got the content of the subpoena.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Old man, I'll be there later."

"Really?"

"of course."

"If not..."

"Why so much nonsense!" Sang Lao suddenly turned his head, his eye sockets were sunken, and the eyes in the dark circles were extremely deep.

Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips lightly.

He knew that staying here would only be a drag in the end.

Whether Sang Lao is Gou Wuyue's opponent or not, perhaps, he has no choice but to believe.

After all, this is a transcendent existence that can escape from Gou Wuyue's sword repeatedly in Zhongyu and Qinglong County...

After a pause, Elder Sang spoke again, this time, he did not transmit the sound.

"Look, from what you know to what you can't, the last way to die for an elemental body..."

"What?"

"Absolute power!"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded in cooperation, took half a step back, and looked inside at the sea of ​​Qi.

The sea of ​​qi is already full, and with a single disappearance technique and more "one step to the sky", he can escape from this place immediately.

The duo is good.

Gou Wuyue didn't notice anything at all.

He only watched Sang Qiye suddenly unlock all the Dao power in his hand.

In an instant, the water drop struggled and changed violently, and an extremely illusory figure solidified in front of Sang Qiye.

"Yu Lingdi..."

Gou Wuyue's pupils trembled.

It was so weak that even the wind would blow away, as if there was only a soul body left.

If it weren't for the familiar aura that could be felt from it, it would be difficult to tell that it was the head of the Lingbu - Yu Lingdi just by looking at the face that was so blurred!

"Sangqiye!"

Gou Wuyue scolded in a deep voice, rose up with her sword in hand, and flung the clouds upwards.

A radiant golden light burst out, and the stairs reappeared, and layers of golden stairs appeared, but they were completely split in half with the sound of a sword chant.

The sword energy breaks through the boundary and arrives in an instant.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that all the energy in his body was locked.

Obviously the sword aura is not targeting him, but the strong death aura is still under the cover.

ear.

Elder Sang didn't even have any worries at all, and a calm voice came.

"Using thought to form, attaching it to the body; using spirit to enter the mind, imagining it into form; penetrating the way of heaven, merging the fantasy of the nine gods, the imaginary is real, and the real is illusory..."

The sound of Fanfan Dao exploded in his mind like Hong Zhong Dalu.

The obscure esoteric formulas seemed to be branded on fire, even though they were half puzzled, they were still deeply burned into the depths of Xu Xiaoshou's soul.

When this decadent sound faded away, a memory seemed to be stirred in my mind.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the passage of time was slowing down at this moment.

Gou Wuyue's sword energy broke through the boundary, just at the critical moment.

But in front of Sang Lao slowly raising his sleeves, it seems like eternity is placed in a thought, unmoved by the outside world.

"Che, God, Nian!"

A faint white light shone around Sang Lao's body.

It is very light, very shallow, and it can only rustle the coir raincoat.

But when those three characters were finalized, the infinite mighty power gushing out from the [-] mountains, like a shining sun falling into the world, seemed to be summoned by Sang Lao's soft call.

Do not!

Not like!

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened, and he stared in horror at the Long Rongjie, which was tens of thousands of miles away, shattered in an instant.

The scorching white flame took Sang Lao's body as the base point of the black hole, traveled through time and space in an instant, even faster than Gou Wuyue's sword, and instantly merged into Sang Lao's body.

The world is gloomy.

The vast white strip suddenly disappeared.

Everyone who was in the Dragon Melting Realm looked up at the sky, and after getting used to the intensity of the white flames, they fell back into reality. It should have been a blessing, but everyone seemed to be distorted before their eyes.

Dim, just for a moment!

At this moment, even the ladder-like golden light is hard to return to!

Sang Lao raised his hands high, and the grass hat covered half of his face.

"Sleeveless Red Burning Hands."

snort~

Responding to the sound were the coir raincoat sleeves that had withered in pieces after being blown by the breeze.

From fingertips, wrists, to elbows, shoulders...

Sang Lao's haggard hands turned black and scorched rapidly from the outside to the inside at a speed visible to the naked eye.

high temperature!

Extreme heat!

Xu Xiaoshou was clearly far away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of those sleeveless hands with dark red in the scorched black, and his eyes were directly ignited by Bai Yan, causing him to look away immediately in pain.

"Through God's thoughts..."

He was shocked.

Elder Sang, he will penetrate the divine sense!

It's not the half-baked level of the little monk Bule's weak penetrating mind.

This "sleeveless red scorched hands" style, at first glance, is the same level of transcendent divine sense as the "God of Punishment and Calamity" created by Kui Leihan, the head of the ten seats!

"This is, absolute attack?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart beat wildly.

He can't move anything!

Reason told him that when these two peerless bosses were fighting, the most important thing he should do was to activate the vanishing technique immediately.

But even the soul was locked by Gou Wuyue's method.

Xu Xiaoshou even froze in his thinking, and wanted to call out the names of the three awakening techniques that could be liberated in his heart, but Sang Lao could only read one thought forever, but he could only think one thought forever.

- want to, but can't do it!

The god of death waved his hand, the world was gloomy in golden light and white light, Xu Xiaoshou's face was ashen.

Before that sword came, his soul was already split.

But at this critical moment, Sang Lao's sleeveless and red burnt hand, which traveled through time and space, was stuck in front of the sword energy and took shape.

"sword?"

He sneered, stretched out two fingers in his scorched black hand, and tapped lightly, "The thing I hate the most in my life is the sword."

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound in the world, like the heart of a god contracting suddenly.

Xu Xiaoshou's blood flowed out of his mouth with a "poof", and he flew out backwards.

But the sword energy that tore through the sky ladder seemed to be stepped on the brakes by Linmen.

After Sang's second finger got stuck, he couldn't move an inch.

Another moment.

"boom!"

Thousands of miles of void suddenly exploded, and the steam surged up and down, pushing layers up into the sky like a tsunami.

The space debris withered and melted in the mist.

The clouds turned into mist, and the sunset suddenly came in the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a tightness in his chest and felt dizzy.

He had already been blasted, and the battle didn't even happen on his side, but even the slightest aftermath, he couldn't handle it at all.

This is the battle scene of the real strong?

"Pop."

The sword energy that was stuck by the two fingers suddenly lit up with white flames, and within half a breath, the flames disappeared.

Sang Lao raised his head and smiled: "Moonless old dog, do you know why this old man has not killed your subordinates for so long?"

Gou Wuyue withdrew her sword, and immediately rushed forward, as if she understood something.

"You dare?!"

Sang Lao lowered his eyes, like a Bodhisattva lowering his eyes, he does not see mercy.

"Your subordinates dare to touch this old man's apprentice, and use the throne to fight the innate, such a shameless person, this old man, I will kill him in front of your Moonless Sword Immortal!"