Chapter 1581: Summoning friends to summon the Eighth Immortal, his smiling face changed into something unnatural
"Xu Xiaoshou!"
The gray fog man's face turned green, if he had a face at all.
As early as when the Fengdu Sword rushed to help, he already knew that Xu Xiaoshou was paying attention to this battlefield.
But what's the use?
What is the function of hiding the head and showing the tail?
After that kid lost the help of the four divine pillars on Void Island, let alone Rao Yaoyao, he couldn't even deal with the little girl Beibei, so he needed to take action on his own.
The sword strike just now was his limit. How could he dare to intervene in the real battlefield between the Semi-Saint and the Holy Emperor!
Never would she have thought that when she was in the most embarrassing situation, when Mo Mo was almost disappointed with herself...
He comes to the rescue as a hero!
"what is this?"
Feng Yujin glanced at Mo Mo from the corner of his eye.
Earlier, her eyes were extremely gloomy and disappointed - you could imagine it without looking.
At this moment, Mo Mo was reserved by nature, but when she looked at the young man standing on the coffin, she had a smile in her eyes and a face full of surprise.
She has never looked at herself with such eyes...
Feng Yujin's head was like a big stew pot that had been kicked over by a yellow-haired boy when it was boiling. Meat paste, sauces, side dishes and other twisted things all burst out.
Yes, his mood is so chaotic at the moment.
He could no longer use words to express his extremely complicated thoughts and feelings at the moment, so he collapsed and yelled at the yellow...black-haired boy:
"Xu Xiaoshou, why are you here?"
Xu Xiaoshou flicked the sword lightly, and Zang Ku twisted like a maggot. Under the gaze of the Holy Emperor and the Half-Saint, he twisted its enchanting limbs without any dignity or shame, which made him look stunning.
Its owner’s voice is so high-spirited and upright:
"save you."
save……
Save what? Me?
Feng Yujin, who was in the form of a gray mist man, exploded with a bang, and immediately a crazy voice came from Mo Mo:
"You save me? Wow, quack, quack, I need you to save me?"
"Xu Xiaoshou, are you kidding? Have you really seen the current situation clearly? It is this emperor who has the upper hand, and it is this emperor who chose to give him Yue Gongli a face..."
"Feng Yujin, you are so noisy." Mo Mo looked disgusted.
"Gah?"
Everything came to an abrupt end.
The young man in black on the god's coffin brushed his fingertips over the Tibetan Ku, trying to straighten the shameful thing. After failing, he stared at the sword and sighed:
"It's okay to lie to brothers, but don't lie to yourself... You are just soft, really."
Zangku froze, then stiffened, and the sword was so stretched that it trembled.
After Mo Mo was stunned for a moment, he covered his mouth and smiled.
Feng Yujin became furious and roared:
"Xu Xiaoshou, it's just you, right?"
"I have protected you from the beginning to the end, but everyone is soft. Among the people around you, you are the toughest and have the toughest mouth!"
"But you can talk nonsense? This is the power of the evil god. These are the descendants of the Holy Emperor. One of them has the surname of Hua and the other has the surname of Yue. What can you do? What can you do?"
"You can't even deal with a little girl..."
"Shut up." Mo Mo said out of the gap.
"oh."
Ah? What happened to the little girl... Yue Gongli stared at the internal strife of the holy slaves with great interest, with blazing fire burning in his eyes.
Keep talking!
If you have any other stories, tell them all!
Little girl... What did Xu Xiaoshou do to a little girl? Or is he unable to do anything... Oh? Oh?
Also, how could the Holy Emperor be controlled by his body and still impose prohibitions... Bei Huai's new research?
Yue Gongli touched his chin, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.
"There's an inside story!" At this time, more and more busybodies gathered outside the venue started to rustle, staring at Mo Mo and Xu Xiaoshou, talking about "Holy Emperor", "Ghost Beast" and "Master Shou".
” back and forth.
There is no other way. At this time, the saying "the ruins have been sealed and everyone will perish" is rampant.
In a precarious situation, facing life, death and curiosity, everyone unanimously chose to join in the fun before dying.
This seems to be natural.
Then Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth and suppressed the commotion at the scene:
"How did you know that I only have the toughest mouth and nothing else?"
Of course Xu Xiaoshou knew where Feng Yujin's impression of him was, and it was nothing more than the moment before leaving the Secret Realm of Four Symbols.
And trying to use such remarks to achieve self-interest at the expense of others, now it seems that it can only be said to be really clumsy, and it cannot make any waves in my own emotions.
Xu Xiaoshou could only say again with a smile:
"How do you know that I am alone now?"
Ah, yes, yes, you have thousands of children with one person. With your mouth, you can create ten thousand people at once, but for what purpose can it be used to turn things around and gain favor in front of the descendants of the Holy Emperor?
At this moment, Feng Yujin didn't want to manipulate Mo Mo's face and tilted his mouth to the sky.
But he really wanted to make another sarcastic comment: How can the mushrooms of the dynasty know Hui Shuo, how can the crickets know the spring and autumn, and how can the frog in the well imagine the disaster behind the words "heir of the Holy Emperor"!
But before I say anything...
Standing on the top of the coffin, the young man in black slowly raised his hands under the gaze of everyone. As his sleeves slipped down, his hands with clear knuckles and a faint glow gently snapped his fingers.
"Snapped."
This sound resonated loudly in the hearts of everyone present.
Buzz!
The next moment, pattering raindrops fell, and the brilliant Mysterious Formation fell straight from the sky.
It has to be said that the water ghost who became the Great Elder on the first floor of the sky now has the consciousness and demeanor of a Great Elder.
As the Great Demon King of the Spiritual Department of the previous generation who was famous earlier than the Ten-Zun Seats, the Water Demon knows how to make a gorgeous appearance and enhance the atmosphere.
He is well versed in the principle of "the master is silent, and the world will naturally become noisy". He stepped on the secret formation and fell down, holding on to the half of the golden beast face on his face. After landing on the ground, he stood quietly behind the coffin of the God, without saying a word.
explain.
The crowd of onlookers was stunned for a long time and immediately started to boil:
"It's him, the water ghost!"
"The Sky City dominated the whole game and killed many semi-saint water ghosts in the Holy Temple!"
"This golden beast face... I know him. I was also on the Sky City at that time. After he put on this thing, he changed from Yu Lingdi to Yu Mo, and stabbed Yan Wuse to death with a halberd!"
"..."
The mood at the scene instantly reached a climax.
At a certain moment, Feng Yujin really thought that some big shot was coming. After listening and looking for a long time, he found out that he was just a half-saint.
Even if he is an esoteric semi-saint - it won't help, okay!
"Haha, Xu Xiao..."
Before he could taunt him, another secret formation diagram appeared on the horizon.
This time, an old man wearing a straw hat and tattered prison uniform entered the scene. His whole body was black and withered, like a burned corpse, but the terrifying power contained in his torso and arms was shocking.
"sleeveless!"
"This straw hat, these red-scorched hands... he must be the second in command of the Holy Slave, no, the first two in command is sleeveless without a doubt!"
"He has also been canonized, or is he a semi-saint in mysteries?"
"No, isn't he an ordinary Taixu? How can he still understand the secret after being canonized? He..."
The spirit refining masters on the scene were horrified and fell into an incredible moment of wonder. They all shifted from the situation of the game to thinking about the spirit refining process, completely going astray.
Feng Yujin seemed speechless.
Compared with the low profile of the Water Ghost among the nine Saint Slaves, the second in command of the Saint Slaves has no sleeves. Even if he was just a Taixu before, he still has a great reputation on the inner island of Void Island.
He still dared to mock the water ghost. After all, he didn't know Feng Yujin very well. Wuxiu heard that he was someone who dared to challenge the Eight Masters, so he might as well forget it.
While the crowd was discussing, Bai Zhou, Cen Qiaofu and others also entered the scene.
Comparatively speaking, these two people seemed ordinary. In fact, they had no idea that the great elder on the first floor of the sky and the master of the building owner were fighting for no reason or jealousy.
What's there to show off about the secret array diagram?
Aren't there two at the scene?
…
"That's it?"
Feng Yujin was silent, but Yue Gongli was amused in his heart.
If it were just these few, he would have been mentally prepared when he reached the eighteenth heaven.
The thunder was loud and the raindrops were light. In the end, Xu Xiaoshou could only summon this little helper for himself, which was useless in terms of the overall situation.
Everyone then looked back at Master Shou with similar thoughts.
The young man in black on the coffin of the God of Conferment waited for more than ten breaths after the saints entered, not knowing what he was waiting for.
Just as everyone was waiting eagerly, Xu Xiaoshou himself was impatient. Even Yue Gongli felt that since your people have entered the scene, I should call for manpower and bring out my big daddy to suppress the scene.
When I want to take out a jade slip for communication.
"call……"
The scene was filled with sand and rocks, and everyone felt a little chilled, and looked to the west in the distance.
"I come from the west~~"
A misty chant sounded in the distance, with ups and downs and full of emotion.
Not as gorgeous as the Semi-Saint of Secrets, but not as low-key and simple as Cenchofu Baizhou.
The figure with long hair and fluttering hair stood out in the yellow sand. His simple white robe was extremely free and easy. When he came in small steps, he held a cup in one hand and a fan in the other, singing and drinking at the same time. He felt very uncomfortable:
"I came from the west and wandered eastward with the current~"
"Watch the cud during the day and make bed with ghosts at night~"
Hearing this sound, Xu Xiaoshou stumbled on the God's Coffin and almost fell down. He opened his mouth and tried to hold back without having an attack.
You are so crazy!
Don’t you have your own lines?
When I looked back, I could see the figure of the man in white, drinking and singing in the flying dust. As he got closer, he could no longer see clearly, but became more blurry.
He came slowly, and the Tao evolved, and behind him appeared the image of a great river heading east, with gurgling water, time flies like an arrow, and people and ghosts are all guests.
Suddenly the image changed again, becoming gloomy. A cool breeze blew in, blowing the picture into pieces and blowing it into the dim willows, and swaying the candlestick on the square table.
"laugh……"
As soon as the candlelight went out, the rickety shadow under the willow shattered.
Yue Gongli's heart skipped a beat, he actually saw the scene inside the screen candle!
This is a forbidden area on the Guizhe Holy Mountain. Who on Xu Xiaoshou's side can enter the screen candle area?
Without thinking too much, the chant started:
"The mayfly guesses my idea~The cool breeze extinguishes the candle wax~"
"Drunk on the water of the world ~ wake up with the Immortal Chacha ~"
As the soulful voice finally settled, the man in white who was drinking and singing finally came into everyone's sight.
He bent down and fished out a handful of the moon from the water. When he stood up, he pushed his hair back to his waist, and everyone was able to see his true face.
"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"
There were screams outside the venue.
No matter from the front, from the back, from the left, or from the right, when everyone looked up, they saw the face of the Eight Deities.
In fact, as early as the sound of "I come from the west" was heard, someone touched their memory and recalled the celebrations made by the Eighth Sword Immortal when he fished in Yunlun and fished everyone into the Void Island before he retired.
But when the visitor really raised his head, the shock in the hearts of those around him was far less powerful than the shock caused by what he saw with the naked eye!
"ah--"
A strange scream sounded from Mo Mo's body.
She swung her hands and feet from side to side a few times in an extremely uncoordinated manner, which was so funny.
Then he raised his neck and his expression became uncomfortable, as if a ghost was strangling his throat and pulling him back, and he started "running backwards"...
"Why are the Eight Masters here?"
Yue Gongli was also filled with great fear, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
What he saw was not just Bazun, this guy had become so sick after not seeing him for decades - he was grinning!
You are the Eight Masters, you have an image, why are you smiling?
Just smile. Are you just happy to scare my sister to death with your grin reaching the top of your head?
"Brother-in-law~~"
Without even thinking about it, Yue Gongli jumped off the palm of Sui Yin Xie Shen, made a squeaking sound like a cat clinging to itself, and rushed forward for a hug.
He was only halfway through the rush when he saw Bazun's skilled hands grabbing his chin and lifting it up, flipping his head upwards.
"Huh?"
Yue Gongli burped, and her little heart stopped beating at this moment.
The same goes for everyone outside the venue.
Everyone quickly rubbed their eyes again and felt relieved.
It turns out that Bazunzi did not take off his head, but just tore off the "smiling face hood" belonging to Bazunzi, revealing the one inside...
Yue Gongli narrowed his eyes.
Yue Gongli's eyes widened.
Yuegong ran away from home directly from his eyes!
"Tao Qiongtian???"
He screamed.
It takes no effort to find the way even if you step on iron shoes.
Before I even called you, you had already calculated that I was going to call you. You are so smart and so conscious that you came to me on your own? Yue Gongli is ecstatic!
——Yes, if this face is not a coquettish one, who else could it be?
There were no fewer than hundreds of people surrounding him at this time.
Among them, not to mention most of the people belonging to the Holy Slaves, but 70 to 80% of those in the Holy Temple Church, recognized the person immediately:
"Master of the Dao Palace?"
The rest of them had no idea, and after hearing the astonishment around them, they hurriedly took out the spirit crystal card issued by Duojin Trading Company. After comparing it with the simple figure on the card, they all also held their heads:
"It's really him!"
"What's going on? Why did the Dao Palace Master come into the ruins?"
"Why do I only know about such a big thing now... Oh, I don't know, this is normal~"
"The Master of the Dao Palace has been hiding it since he didn't take the God's Life Star?"
"Perhaps he has collected eighteen God's Fate Stars, but he has a way to avoid the lock of the God-killing Official Site."
"No, maybe he has obtained the status of the Ancestral God, and by the way, he has taken down all the inheritance of the God-Slaying Officer, so that he is willing to surface."
"It's definitely like... no, it's more than that! He will show up, and there is absolutely a 100% certainty. Today, not only the master of the Temple of God's Relics will be the biggest winner, but also the two, three, four... five, six, seven and eight leaders of the Holy Slave
, in short, if a few more people come, they will all be arrested and brought to justice!"
"But Dao Qiongcang is no longer the Master of Dao Palace, he is the Master of Xuanji Palace..."
"How dare you call our palace master the holy name!"
"Shut up, we don't have a sister named Dao Xuanji in the Holy Temple... Bah, Hall Master!"
"..."
On the God's Coffin, Xu Xiaoshou felt his scalp numb as he listened to the discussions about the throne, Zhan Dao, etc. around him.
There has never been a review like this!
Even if Dao Qiongcang used such an extremely showy appearance, everyone would be over after being shocked?
What everyone is discussing is his plans, his ideas, his... mysterious things!
Even his sister, who didn't know whether she stabbed him in the back or was designed to stab him in the back, was also forced into negative comments.
Dao Qiongtian, just standing there, he seemed to have planned countless games.
He took two puffs of the northwest wind, and everyone racked their brains to figure out what the meaning was.
If he squats down and farts, will everyone think it smells good, and if he inhales it, he will be able to break through the shackles and become a saint from the void?
Xu Xiaoshou was speechless. What kind of grand and silent brainwashing had this slutty guy accomplished on the spiritual alchemists in the mainland?
…
Mo Mo... no, Feng Yujin left and came back. He was stunned not far away, trembling with anger, staring at the fake Eightfold Truth, his whole body full of resentment.
Yue Gongli was really frightened and wanted to hit someone. When he heard Zhou Min's comments, he remembered that he had something to seek from the Tao, and since he was still Tao Qiantian, he had better be softer to avoid being put in the shoes of others in the future.
Bazun knows that I can get close.
Dao Qiongcang is even more my good brother!
While thinking like this, Yue Gongli started walking again, rushed to Dao Qiongang's side flatteringly, and was about to hold his hand:
"Sorry old man, don't you have your own design? Why did you use the voice and words of that eight-fingered cripple to almost scare me away..."
Dao Qiongcang took half a step back and said with a faint smile:
"Too lazy to think about it."
Yue Gongli took his hand and looked at Dao Qiongcang, who was a few steps away from him and whose smile seemed a little unfamiliar. He looked slightly stunned, and then he laughed out in relief, "Ha, ha ha."
This is my brother!
Brother, do you understand?
Not to mention a pair of trousers, they are also good brothers who grew up wearing the same trousers and know the ins and outs!
If he takes a half step back, does that mean he refuses to be intimate?
No, he has a deep meaning, isn't he? That's what he is: dirty!
The most basic understanding is that he doesn't want to ruin his reputation as a coquettish but straightforward person in public.
My brother, can he still harm me?
Yuegong Lire put a cold butt sticker on her face once and then didn’t put it on, so she chose to continue posting:
"Brother Qiongcang, I'll tell you the truth. Xu Xiaoshou just came here with four half-saints and two with mysteries. I was frightened."
"Fortunately, fortunately, you arrived in time, which can relieve my urgent need. You don't know that this guy Hua Yuan has been blocked by a little girl after not seeing him for a long time..."
He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Dao Qiongcang's shoulders.
This move can show the world the close relationship between me and Brother Qiongcang without causing misunderstanding. It can be said to be the most ironclad proof of the relationship between brothers.
But Yue Gongli took two steps forward and reached out to grab her, but he didn't catch her.
Because Dao Qiongcang retreated three steps.
"Click!"
With all the attention being paid to him, Yue Gongli burped again, his handsome face looking a little embarrassed.
He chuckled, pouted his butt, tilted his upper body, and tried to brush away the non-existent dust on the sleeves of Dao Qiongtian's big arm with the back of his hand:
"Dirty, haha."
After brushing off his loneliness, he took another half step back from the sky.
At this time, Yuegong Li's hand finally froze in mid-air, and his body was completely frozen in place, unable to relieve himself.
"Brother, why..."
Before he could finish speaking, a soft shout came from the distant God's Coffin:
"Tao Qiongtian!"
Everyone turned their eyes and looked at Master Shou.
But I saw the young man in black sneering and staring at the Taoist Palace Master. After staring for a while, he shook his head and said:
"My word, are you going to rebel? Why are you so far away from me and so close to that moon fox?"
Yue Gongli turned sideways, twitched his ears, and burst out laughing:
"My... Tao?"
He covered his mouth and Kuku snickered twice, then pointed at Xu Xiaoshou and slapped his leg happily: "What do you call him?"
He turned his head and pointed at Dao Qiongcang: "Hahaha, Brother Dao, did you hear what he called you?"
"I heard."
Dao Qiongcang nodded and passed by him, breaking the finger pointing towards him, and his calm voice spread gently to all directions in the silence:
"My Xu, don't be anxious."
"The food must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step, and I will eventually come to your side to... give you advice."
The whole place was dead silent!
Only Xu Xiaoshou showed a happy expression on his face.
Yue Gongli held his bleeding severed finger, raised his left knee, curled up his upper body and bounced back and forth, like a wounded little fox.
He couldn't help trembling, trembling, and the "My Tao", "My Xu", "My Tao, My Xu" that kept echoing in his mind played a magical melody and turned into a
Kill him and stab him alive again and again with a sharp sword.
His world finally shattered, his eyes finally popped open, he covered his head and couldn't help but hiss, and finally shook his head at the retreating angry figure and roared:
"Tao Ni Tian, you treacherous son, what do you want to do!"