I have a passive skill.

The storyteller glared at Xu Xiaoshou viciously, causing the latter to shrink his head again and again in fright, and hid behind the Ba Zunfa, not daring to speak out.

"Really not?" Ba Zunfan's expression darkened.

"People..."

"Woooooo~"

When the storyteller rolled his eyes, big teardrops rolled down his cheeks, making Tzenchov's fists clenched tightly behind him.

"Give it to him, I told you!" Ba Zunwen's tone became a little more serious.

The storyteller had no choice but to untie the space piece of paper after taking a hard look at Xu Xiaoshou.

"scoff~"

Gray mist instantly filled the air.

This time, everyone's expressions tightened.

The four giants of Saint Slave are all very human, so they can naturally feel the faint power of disaster mixed in the seal mist.

Ba Zun was a little surprised.

It seems that the person Xu Xiaoshou wants is not simple?

Before the spatial paper was unwrapped, he had no idea that the sealed ghost was inside.

As for the seal attribute, it seems that he knows it.

In the world, there is only one person?

The gray mist dispersed, and a peaceful woman in white appeared.

She seemed to have endured a lot of pain, and her face was as pale as paper, but when she saw everyone present, her expression was only slightly startled, and then her eyes fell on the young man behind the eight acquaintances.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Xu Xiaoshou leaned out and grinned: "Senior Sister Mo, long time no see."

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

Xu Xiaoshou pulled the junior sister behind him, and was about to step forward, but Ba Zunfan suddenly said, "Feng Yujin?"

Mo Mo was startled: "Senior?"

She didn't know who the person in front of her was.

He said that he only had innate cultivation bases, but the few giants around him who were at least above the throne level had a faint tendency to be led by them, so naturally they could only call out seniors.

"Call him out."

Bazun said in a low voice, he was not one of his own, and he never showed his emotions easily.

"he……"

Mo Mo hesitated.

What do these people seem to know?

"I know it all."

Xu Xiaoshou said via voice transmission: "The person standing in front of you is Bazun Fan, that is, the eighth sword fairy in the legend. He probably knows the guy on your body. Let him come out. They will chat about the old days, and they may not be able to explain it." Get out of your predicament."

Mo Mo pursed her lower lip.

Solve the dilemma?

Others might have this idea, but she was already desperate.

Ghosts and beasts live in their bodies, and their fate is locked.

Except for the road of being taken away to die, being able to live is already a blessing in misfortune.

How easy is it to get out of trouble?

"He doesn't want to come out..."

Mo Mo softly refused, suddenly his face twisted, and a thick gray mist exploded all over his body.

In the next second, a charming laughter came from his mouth.

"Eight masters!"

The voice was extremely deep, filled with hatred, and a touch of fear.

Xu Xiaoshou's heart shuddered.

With just this sound, he knew that the two were determined to really know each other.

However, the Mist Man was born from the White Cave several years ago.

Guan Momo reacted, he must have never seen Sheng Nu and others before.

So, where did these two guys who are completely different from the same era meet?

The eight masters walked with their hands behind their backs, and came in front of the Huiwu people, frowning slightly: "According to Baimai's plan, Jinzhao Patriarch will help you get out of the White Cave, you should immediately go to the Void Island and untie the 'Si Wu array', I said, right?"

The night was cold.

Xu Xiaoshou shivered.

Turning his head and Mu Zixi looked at each other, even a junior sister could hear a lot of information from this sentence.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that things suddenly became complicated again.

The gray mist man not only knew the eight masters, but also got in touch with the void island?

Also, ancestor Jinzhao?

If there is any noun in this world that is unique.

Jin Zhao, maybe it really is like this.

Myself, Sang Lao, Sang Lao's master...

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Sang Lao's last sentence before he was arrested: "Your next backer, Sheng Gong, Long Rongzhi."

Not surprisingly, that is Mr. Sang's father, that is, the title of his master ancestor.

Generally speaking, the outside world also refers to it as Jin Zhao Ban Sundai.

This "Jinzhao Patriarch" is obviously not a half-holy Jinzhao!

"So, it's that embarrassing saint?"

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Chapter 625 Let's go, East Heavenly King City, ordered to make trouble!

With the power of Jinzhao's lineage, except for the above three, Xu Xiaoshou only enters the illusion when he comes into contact with the famous Jianyan python, spying on the embarrassed saint.

According to Ba Zun's statement, that is a holy emperor!

But now, combined with the reaction of the gray mist man, the reaction of the Eight Masters.

These people seem to have stayed on Void Island?

"Mo..."

Xu Xiao panicked.

He didn't want to wade in the muddy water of Void Island.

It was, he surmised, a veritable place of exile.

And those exiled inside are ghosts and beasts in human form, most likely, they are all saints!

Is the first sentence of Ba Zun's acquaintance so explosive?

This follower, could it be that he is really going to be the wrong person?

The gray fog man took a step back subconsciously, as if he had a genuine fear of the person in front of him, and he didn't dare to get too close.

He was silent for a long time before he said with difficulty: "I am a person with black veins."

"Ah!"

The eight masters let out a laugh, and said coldly: "The black and white dual veins are all respected by me, do you want to be detached?"

The scene suddenly chilled.

Xu Xiaoshou's hands and feet became cold.

If he hadn't had the experience of talking to the eight gods who were so good at talking, he would even have thought that they were two people.

This guy, when facing outsiders, is simply domineering to the extreme.

The fog man fell silent.

He took another step back, his eyes dodged a little, he opened his mouth, but closed it again.

"say!"

The eight masters suddenly gave a shout.

With this sound, the storyteller was startled.

He caught the sealed ghost beast.

I also know that my brother has been looking for the sealed ghost.

But I thought that my brother was just coveting the power of the seal attribute, and wanted to take it back as a holy slave.

Never thought that there seems to be an inexplicable connection between the two?

"I want to live."

The gray mist man sighed: "Forgive me for not being able to accompany your plan, the Holy Spirit Hall is not as simple as you think... I really want to live!"

"If you want to benefit yourself, how about An Yan?"

Bazun's muddy eyes seemed to be able to shoot out sharp swords, piercing people's hearts: "You want to escape, but you also know the power of the Holy Spirit Temple, so how long do you think you can escape?"

"Last time you were able to escape from the White Cave, but this time you were caught by a storyteller."

"Next time, can you still survive from the men in white and red?"

The gray mist man kept silent.

The eight gods know how to be aggressive.

"You want to escape, you can, but why did you go to the White Cave again?"

"If you really want to escape from that place, you can go to the southern region, the northern region, or the western region..."

"The sky is big and the earth is big, and there is a forbidden area that the Holy God Hall cannot set foot in. You go there to cultivate, return to the Yuan, and become a saint. Why do you go to the White Cave?"

meal.

Ba Zunfan sneered again, as if he had seen through Huiwu's heart.

"You want to hold four swords!"

"You want the name Jianyan Python!"

"You are trying to get back in touch with Patriarch Jinzhao and confirm your plan. You don't want to just wander around like a rat crossing the street, hiding under the light of the Holy Light."

"You want to live, to live in a fair and honest way, not to shrink back and look forward to it like you said at the moment!"

Everyone was silent.

Not only Xu Xiaoshou had never seen the eight gods angry, but even the storyteller, Cen Qiaofu, Haitang'er and others seemed to be extremely rare.

The gray mist man seemed to be a little out of control.

"Eight Venerables! Is this the way you talk to me?!"

All the onlookers frowned.

ben sage...

This claim really scared everyone.

Xu Xiaoshou pulled Mu Zixi's hand and retreated slightly.

Not right.