I have a passive skill.

This demonic aura does not look like the ferocious aura of four swords, but more like a kind of demonic aura that explodes after the seven emotions and six desires in the heart are detonated at the same time, and the madness explodes.

"Who?"

The magic mist shrouded it, and no one could see its appearance.

But according to the judgment, this person is more or less inseparable, so he should be the other party in the battle - the second in command of the holy slave, sleeveless!

"The arrow of the evil bow?"

Among the white clothes, those who have experience have already seen something.

At that time, the arrow piercing through the void could not only be seen by people in the battle situation in the Eight Palaces.

In the entire Eastern Territory, almost everyone whose cultivation base has reached above the throne can glimpse the terrifying power.

Now, Wuxiu's ending like this is nothing more than being shot by the arrow of loving the common people.

"So, Senior Wuyue alone can't take the Holy Slave Wuxiu at all, and needs the help of the common people to shoot an arrow to completely take him down?"

Immediately, You Baiyi began to make up his mind.

The scene is like this, so they can't let them not think too much.

"To shut up!"

No. 33 immediately scolded.

These people think they have lived too long. Senior Wuyue was only shot in the head, and his consciousness has not been completely lost yet!

The people in white were startled, and seemed to realize that each of them had made a mistake, so they all chose to keep their mouths shut.

The power of cyan Taixu entangles.

Gou Wuyue's head grew slowly, and after a pause of half a quarter of an hour, his head was fully grown.

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

With a low moan, Gou Wuyue's eyes were full of thoughts, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

He flicked his backhand, let go of the realm, and Yu Zhiwen appeared by his side.

No. 33 was surprised.

This woman may not have been seen by others, but his knowledge base has her information stored.

"Miss Zhiwen."

With a slight bow, No. 33's voice was a little more respectful.

Yu Zhiwen didn't pay attention to it at all, as soon as he appeared, he looked at Gou Wuyue eagerly.

"Where's Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Xu Xiaoshou?" Gou Wuyue was slightly startled.

"Golden giant!" Yu Zhiwen Xing's pupils were full of worry.

Gou Wuyue suddenly understood.

Xiaoshi Tan Ji...

It turned out that it was not his real name.

Could Xu Xiaoshou be a false title for that young man?

"You and him, very familiar?"

Gou Wuyue asked softly.

His gaze caught sight of Sang Qiye who was still screaming and struggling in the void.

The second-in-command of the Holy Slave, who has lost consciousness and only has violent desires, even if his head has not recovered, the "man is the sword" can hold him in place so that he can't make random moves.

"Cooked!"

Yu Zhiwen nodded heavily, and also turned his head to look.

He knew that the arrow of Ai Cangsheng was aimed at Xu Xiaoshou.

I don't know why, but judging from the results...

"He He……"

Yu Zhiwen pointed at the magic mist, his voice trembling, "Are you hit by an arrow?"

No. 33 observed this scene and already noticed something.

He stepped back silently, and his figure disappeared.

What follows is obviously not something he can listen to.

"not him."

Gou Wuyue shook her head: "It was his master, Sang Qiye, who was hit by the arrow, and the Xu Xiaoshou you mentioned... has left."

Yu Zhiwen's expression froze.

Then, like a sigh of relief, the voice eased down.

"Here?"

She seemed to be mumbling to herself, repeating unconsciously.

Seeing her reaction, Gou Wuyue raised the corners of her lips, took a step forward, and asked, "You two know each other very well, what's the relationship?"

"I……"

Yu Zhiwen suddenly heard the voice, and his ears turned red.

"No, Senior Moonless."

"It's not what you think. I met him in the White Cave. This man is very powerful. I just want...to draw him into the Holy Spirit Hall."

"That's all."

Gou Wuyue smiled slightly: "That's all?"

"Ah."

Yu Zhiwen rolled his eyes and looked away.

She saw a group of white clothes, and realized that at this moment, she had already left the White Cave and was in the Eighth Palace.

That is to say, the battle between them has most likely ended.

What I encountered just now was just a scene at the end.

"Xu Xiaoshou..."

Gou Wuyue muttered to herself, and didn't pursue the relationship between the two too much.

In other words, his focus on the saint slave, a young man, has suppressed his pure curiosity about the private affairs of the saint in front of him at this moment.

"You said, you met him among the holy slaves, do you know him well?"

"Ah."

"How deep?"

Gou Wuyue paused for a while, and added: "You said that you want to win this person into the Holy God Hall, why?"

Xu Xiaoshou's unfocused appearance flashed in Yu Zhiwen's mind, a little anxious.

"This person is very powerful, whether it is potential, strategy, or the skills he has mastered..."

"He's different from everyone I've ever met."

Yu Zhiwen turned his head, looked at Gou Wuyue fixedly, and emphasized: "It is among all the young people I have met in the headquarters."

After a pause, she concluded.

"He is very strong. In time, he will surely be able to reach the height of his predecessors. He must be recruited into the Holy God Hall and into the headquarters."

"Because he is now in the decision period, if one is not good, it is very likely..."

Seeing Gou Wuyue's expression suddenly lost in thought, Yu Zhiwen's voice froze.

"senior?"

My height... Gou Wuyue ignored it and looked straight at the magic mist in midair.

Xu Xiaoshou's performance under Ai Cangsheng's arrow really surprised him.

And this person is not only the disciple of Sang Qiye, but also the training object of the Eight Masters.

What Yu Zhiwen said, Gou Wuyue never underestimated it.

He even felt that with such help, Ruuozhen had grown up for that young man.

"Maybe it's not just my height..."

Thinking in her heart, Gou Wuyue didn't express her thoughts.

He looked at Yu Zhiwen and sighed, "Xiao Yu, you know a lot about that young man, but you seem to have forgotten something."

"what?"

Yu Zhiwen had red lips, a little confused.

"I said it before."

Gou Wuyue pointed at the devilish air mass, "He, Xu Xiaoshou's master!"

"?"

Yu Zhiwen couldn't react for a while.

Gou Wuyue sighed: "Don't you know that your so-called Xu Xiaoshou has fully joined the Holy Slave?"

Boom.

Yu Zhiwen's heart shrank suddenly.

When she reacted, her face turned pale instantly.

Stiffly, he cast his eyes on the demonic air ball again, and Yu Zhiwen suddenly came to his senses.

Yes.

This is Saint Slave's second in command, sleeveless.

That is to say, this is the vice president of Tiansang Linggong, Sang Lao.

Xu Xiaoshou's master...

In other words, is he really, already a holy slave?

The conclusion that was deduced in the white cave at that time, but was directly denied from the heart, suddenly popped into the mind.

Yu Zhiwen was speechless for a while.

Powerless...

This is her true feeling at the moment.

"It turns out that all of this was doomed a long time ago?"

……

"Ugh."

As a person who has experienced it, how can Gou Wuyue fail to see through the little things in the girl's heart other than righteousness?

But the positions are different and the camps are different.

Some people, some people are destined to be like this, and they cannot be changed.

He didn't say much, nor persuaded.

Yu Zhiwen, as the saint of the Temple of the Holy God, has the highest awareness of the temple, and this little external emotion can't affect his persistence in his heart at all.

With a sigh, he walked towards the demonic air mass.

The endgame should end...

"sword."

A hand move.