I have a passive skill.

But now, after not seeing each other for decades, the two sides parted ways.

One became the head of the Holy Slave, and the other became the ruler of the Temple of the Holy God.

It seems that people have their own ambitions and go their own way.

But if you take a closer look, the eight gods are still the same eight gods back then, the sky is one foot tall, and the eight gods are the first holy slaves.

Along the way, even if he lost under Hua Changdeng's sword, there was still nothing that could hang above his head.

But what about yourself?

The golden Buddha light dissipated, leaving only hundreds of floating corpses in the field, blood flowing like a river.

Gou Wuyue looked up at the sky, and he saw the broken sky under the sword of the eight gods.

But behind the sky, there is a towering holy mountain hanging above his head.

—— Laurel Sacred Mountain!

There is nothing on the top of Bazun's head.

There is far more than one person on his head.

"Bow in sincerity and fear? My Dao is too low..."

Gou Wuyue groaned, her eyes were a little distracted.

He suddenly understood why Ba Zunfan shook his head frequently, and always had a noncommittal attitude towards his repeated questions.

On the slightly curved back of the other party is the whole sky, the suppression of the great way, and the downcast eyes of the saint.

Even so, he still dared to say "bow down with sincerity and fear, my way is too low".

This also shows that even when Hua Changdeng broke his two fingers and cut off his head with three swords back then, he still didn't take it to heart.

It is even said that after so many years of suppression of the military ban, all parties coerced and encircled and suppressed.

The eight holy slaves who are familiar with the leadership also never take it to heart at all, and even have a carefree attitude of dismissing it and putting it in vain.

He is not afraid!

But what about yourself?

Gou Wuyue lowered her eyes and saw the voice of the famous sword Nulan on the ground.

"Perhaps he is right?"

Gou Wuyue suddenly sobered up while asking questions in her heart.

With a move of his hand, the famous sword clanged into his hand, and then he shouted loudly to the distant figure: "Eight Masters, do you know the final consequences of going against those people?!"

Click.

The eight masters stopped, and he didn't look back.

"Why don't you know?"

The dead branches are broken.

Under the chopping of the Buddha, how much power can a dilapidated tree withstand?

Hands are empty.

Bazun rubbed the concave scar on his thumb and smiled freely.

"But so what?"

"Right...after the three swords, it has already started. Even if they don't come to me, one day, I will go to them."

"At that time, if you haven't woken up yet, the dead souls under my sword will kill you one more time."

silence.

Gou Wuyue came back in a hurry, his question was like a stone sinking into the ocean, and what he got was a slightly startled and expected ripple.

Also.

If that person's ambition is still there, if he has never been beheaded to death by Hua Changdeng's three swords.

Shouldn't this reply be a reasonable answer?

Or maybe, what happened here is really just a signal.

After all, although the commotion was big, the eight masters knew how to use it, but they were just dead branches picked up from the ground at random.

And what he prepared was something that even the Eighth Sword Immortal used to spend decades to accumulate strength.

Having hidden the sword for many years, how bright will it be when the real sword light is born?

Gou Wuyue watched walking away step by step, suddenly remembered something, and the eight gods who floated up flew up, and laughed for a moment.

Sometimes he envies this kind of person.

But people are in the game and can't help themselves.

Even Sword Immortal and Taixu can only look enviously at the scenery outside the cage.

"Freedom, who doesn't yearn for it?"

With a low murmur, looking back at the corpses everywhere, even Gou Wuyue couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Capture a mulberry and seven leaves, and die in white clothes.

This is also because of the demonic energy of loving the common people and shooting an arrow, the reason why the eight masters can't understand it.

Otherwise, it is very likely that this battle will really achieve nothing.

Gou Wuyue felt helpless when recalling the holy power that had vanished in a flash at the last moment.

"Seal the sword until you are old, and the old me will become holy."

"I don't know how long it will take to break through to innate in the middle, and then return to the basics..."

He flicked his sleeve robe, and a figure appeared.

Yuzhi Wen Fu was frightened by the headless corpses all over the ground as soon as he landed.

"This!?"

"Do not ask."

"what?"

"As you see it."

"?"

"Let's go, it's time to change the scene." Gou Wuyue seemed to have aged several decades all of a sudden, and laughed at herself, "This time, should I receive a reward, or receive a punishment... um, receive..."

He lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.

Yu Zhiwen hurriedly followed.

Gou Wuyue stopped suddenly, turned around and said: "After you go back, tell me everything you know about that Xiaoshi...Xu Xiaoshou."

Yu Zhiwen was taken aback.

For a long time, the eyeballs rolled and the star pupils blinked.

"it is good."

……

In the space crack.

"This is the Great Buddha Slash?"

Behind the storyteller in the red skirt, Xu Xiaoshou with a cat waist suddenly poked his head out.

After he was thrown away by Sang Lao, he was rescued by the storyteller. The two should have left at the same time.

But when the situation changed and the Eight Masters appeared on the stage, the storyteller could no longer turn a deaf ear to them.

Adhering to the same Haitanger's thinking, if it really comes to a critical moment, he will try his best to replace the eight masters.

But I never thought that the scene of hundreds of giant Buddha statues ascending to the sky and cutting them with a single sword ended the sorrow in everyone's heart.

The eight deities are still the same eight deities.

The Eighth Sword Immortal has never changed.

"This is too strong..."

The storyteller murmured, he didn't even hear Xu Xiaoshou's question, his eyes were full of twinkling little stars, the love in his eyes almost overflowed.

"This way."

Xu Xiaoshou pointed to the mirror in front of him.

In the picture, after the flying eight masters were out of Gou Wuyue's sight, their bodies began to shake, and their hands and feet were obviously weak.

Immediately after several violent coughs, the blood was accompanied by fragments of internal organs, almost coughing up even the lungs.

"elder brother!"

The storyteller immediately thought of the aftereffects of his elder brother's action, but his figure did not move, and a crabapple flower was blooming at the foot of the eight gods.

Under the closure, the whole person just disappeared.

"Tsk tsk, you took a step too late, your giegie was robbed~"

Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head with a teasing tone.

The storyteller glared at him angrily, and without talking nonsense, he just made a move, and the two of them switched at the speed of light in the space crack.

The brushing void turbulent blade quickly disappeared.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that within a few breaths, he returned to the ground and sensed the familiar Dao Qi.

"What is your ability?"

He was curious.

If this is space, it doesn't look like it.

After all, Xu Xiaoshou has seen Ye Xiaotian's power of space before.

But it's not a space attribute...

When Xu Xiaoshou thought of the ancient book space of the man in the red skirt, and the avenues and scenes that could be completely reproduced, it didn't make sense at all.

"The world in the mirror."

The storyteller seemed to really regard Xu Xiaoshou as one of his own, and explained unambiguously:

"People's ability, to put it bluntly, is just a mirror image, but the 'yin and yang life and death?' and even the treasure, with the cooperation, can use the power similar to space."

"Understand?"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

Now he understood.

It turns out that the space of ancient books is the power of "yin and yang life and death?", but the mirror worlds such as Naling Melting Lake and Lijian Grassland are reproduced by the storyteller himself.

Think about it this way.

Even if it is not space, such an ability is really terrifying!

"Mirror engraving..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt that none of the saint slaves was simple.

The abilities and treasures it possesses allow each of these people to be unique.

To put it bluntly, maybe it is,

If it wasn't for such an outstanding ability, how could he be selected by the eighth sword fairy and become one of the nine holy slaves?

While thinking about it, the ground suddenly squirmed.

Afterwards, a crabapple flower bloomed, and the frail and bloodless figure of Haitang'er carrying the eight gods on his back appeared.

"What about Elder Sang, what do you say?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't delay for a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward to inquire.

Although he has been watching from the sidelines, he can clearly see that Cenqiaofu was brought out by the eight masters, but Sang Lao is still on Gou Wuyue's body.