Xu Xiaoshou was floating in the air, his eyes turned white with a pair of dead fish eyes, watching A Jie with his "perception" and constantly pumping out the evil spirit in his body.
This process of pumping lasted for half a moment.
Finally, the black energy that was so full in his body weakened slightly that he could barely regain some consciousness.
"Yes, saved?"
He looked away.
Xu Xiaoshou saw the three terrifying figures clustered together in the distance.
Holy slaves, trio!
Who can withstand this?
If it weren't for the critical moment, with the help of Ah Jie's burst, he directly used the disappearing technique to release the restraints of the Four Swords on him...
If it weren't for the fact that the disappearing technique only has two states: activation and cancellation, and there is no need for the unconscious self to maintain the disappearing form in between...
If it weren't for the fact that the real target of the four swords was not himself, but that he was trying like crazy to strike into the body of the leader of the Holy Slave...
Xu Xiaoshou dared to say so.
At this moment, he was either dead or out of control.
Or, he might end up with the most horrific outcome - being targeted by both the Head Saint Slave and the Storyteller!
"Sinful..."
Xu Xiaoshou simply couldn't imagine why his trip to the White Cave was so difficult.
Sure enough, the source of all this ultimately comes down to the overwhelming self-confidence after devouring the original species of Jinzhao and the three-day freezing calamity?
If he hadn't thought about finding out what happened with the Four Swords at that time, and hadn't thought about the mission that Mr. Sang gave him that he didn't even care about...
"tired."
Xu Xiaoshou felt very tired.
Even that damn old man must have anticipated the outcome of the fight for the Four Swordsman.
Why was he so naive when he took the first step to Lijian Grassland?
That is the road to the abyss!
"Hide, hide."
Xu Xiaoshou wanted to climb to the sky and escape from here, but he didn't dare.
God knows if the storyteller would be very careful to banish this space when he arrived here.
If this is true, not only will he not be able to get out, but he will expose his position to the perverted man in the red dress when he reaches the critical point.
If so...
"Hide it!"
Holding Ah Jie in his hand, Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to think too much.
Feeling that the amount of evil spirit in his body was gradually decreasing and it was difficult to affect his actions, he lowered his head and fled directly to the ground.
…
After clearing his own negative state in front of the trio of saint slaves, Xu Xiaoshou's heart was beating wildly, even with the disappearing technique.
At the moment when he was escaping, he had already heard that the leader of the Saint Slave was paying all his attention to the so-called "Wen Ming" whom he had spoken out before.
"The swords have arrived. You said Wen Ming, where are the people?"
The masked man finished speaking, and the storyteller's reaction was obviously stunned.
"Yes, where are the people?"
He turned his head and glanced at Yousi Jian, and said hesitantly: "Theoretically, Yousi Sword is under Wen Ming's control and will not let go easily, and Wen Ming will not give up this peerless sword."
"After all, he is also an ancient sword cultivator, right?"
"but……"
The storyteller paused for a moment before Cenchofu immediately responded: "But with the four swords in such a state, how can he get rid of them?"
"Yes!"
The storyteller nodded and frowned, "So, he should have released the four swords early in the morning? But how could he realize that the four swords were moving?"
Cenqiaofu's tone changed, and he turned to look at the turbulent white cave world in the far distance.
That's where the blasting begins.
The storyteller's words and the movements earlier were caused by the so-called Wen Ming.
"Are you sure he is just a genius?"
Cenjou asked again, his tone full of doubts.
"Forehead……"
The storyteller froze for a moment. He also turned his head to look at the movement behind him and said solemnly: "Yes... right?"
Seeing the disbelief on Cen Qiaofu's face, the storyteller added: "In short, he is not strong. He is probably innate. If he is exhausted, he is only at the level of a grandmaster, but his combat power should be comparable to...throne?" His voice became smaller and smaller.
.
Cenchofu's face darkened.
The storyteller had a headache, but he had to continue: "If we add some external forces, even if we encounter Zhan Dao... Well, what I mean is that in this white cave world, there are various constraints, so...
"
"?"
Cenjov slowly typed a question mark.
"Forehead……"
The storyteller wiped his sweat. He knew how unbelievable his words were, but he still insisted on finishing them.
"So, under various restrictions, Wen Ming should be able to compete with Zhan Dao..."
Cenjou's face turned from black to green.
"Are you serious?"
"serious."
"Aren't you kidding?"
"OK."
"Is this what you mean by 'not strong at all'?" Cenchofu almost burst his eyes.
"Huh~"
The storyteller breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You will know after you go and fight him. This kid is a bit evil."
As he said that, he turned to look at his brother, "Really?"
Cenjov also cast his gaze.
He didn't know before why the leader valued Na Wen Ming so much.
Even the Saint Emperor's layout used that guy as a chess piece.
But now, if all this is not exaggerated...
"Not the Grandmaster."
The masked man said: "When I first met him, he should have been in the acquired state. It has only been a few months. Is it a month?"
"No matter how talented you are, you won't be able to directly comprehend the realm of celestial phenomena and reach the level of a master."
"Theoretically speaking, Wen Ming, it's already pretty good to be able to reach the Xiantian Yuanting realm, or to be in the void at this time."
"Of course, we don't rule out that he may also have some opportunities to reach the Supreme Spirit..."
"Huh? What's your expression?"
The masked man said, seeing what Cenchofu was doing.
Cenjov could no longer close his jaw.
"That hedgehog, in the spiritual realm, can make such a big noise?" He pointed to the broken space behind him.
"Shangling, it's just a guess." The masked man said.
"Did you miss the point? What I meant...isn't this!"
As Cenchofu said, he looked at the storyteller and roared:
"How can a mere innate person achieve this level?"
"Compared to Zhan Dao?"
"What kind of joke are you kidding?!"
"I'm not kidding," the storyteller was silent for a while, then said, "He has a secret puppet in his body."
"oh?"
At this time, not only Cenqiaofu was stunned, but even the masked man was surprised.
"Tianji puppet?"
"Um."
The storyteller nodded slightly and said: "A Tianji puppet who is very unlike a Tianji puppet..."
"etc."
The masked man suddenly reached out and interrupted the storyteller. When the two people in front of him looked at each other, he said: "Is the puppet you mentioned not in adult form?"
"You know?" the storyteller was surprised.
"little boy?"
"right!"
"Bald?"
"yes!"
"Weak?"
"Not bad...well, you can't say it's weak, right?"
The storyteller calmed down his excited thoughts and explained: "It is weaker than the normal Tianji puppet. It only has one level of fighting consciousness, but it is very strange, as if..."
"Like a real person?" the masked man spoke again.
"Yeah, that's how it feels!"
The storyteller nodded wildly and said, "If it weren't for the fact that there were no human vital signs at all, I would have almost been deceived. If you take a quick glance at it, you will definitely not be able to tell that it is an emotionless puppet of Tianji."
"Understood."
The masked man fell silent.
The storyteller raised his eyebrows and glanced at Cenchofu. When he saw him shrugging his shoulders, he immediately understood that this old man was also confused.
He could only ask himself: "Do you know my brother?"
"It doesn't count as acquaintance. I've met once... no, twice, probably."
There was a hint of memory in the masked man's cloudy eyes, and he said slowly:
"The first generation Tianji Puppet, a self-proclaimed defective product of Dao Qiongcang, if I remember correctly, it should have been thrown into the Void Island."
"At that time, it didn't seem to be conscious."
"But when we met for the second time, spiritual wisdom had been born and seemed to be able to grow on its own."
"It's very strange and very dangerous."
"In the end, it seemed to be destroyed by Bai Yi for the second time in the Void Island."
The two people watching were speechless for a while.
The secret puppet is born with wisdom and is destroyed twice?
"It's obviously very strong, why not use it?" Cenchofu felt something was wrong. This didn't seem like something stupid that the Holy Temple would do.
"Strong is strong, but there is no upper limit."
The masked man glanced at him thoughtfully, "You can't really control what you have in your hands. Do you think those people will stay?"
"But according to Dao Qiongcang's temperament..."
Cenqiaofu was anxious.
He absolutely did not believe that the master of the Taoist Palace, who was addicted to the magic of heaven, would give up such a good research opportunity.
The masked man chuckled and shook his head, interrupting his words.
"The group of people I'm talking about is not that group of people, but that group of people."
Cenchofu froze for a moment.
The storyteller's pupils shrank, and he seemed to have thought of something. He shuddered, and a chill penetrated his body.
…
"Which group?"
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned by these words deep underground.
Judging from the tone of these words, the legendary Taoist Palace Master probably wanted to keep Ah Jie.
But, was blocked?
How can it be?
The pinnacle of this world is not the Holy Temple, nor is it its contemporary temple master, Dao Qiongang?
He was prevented from doing research?
"Mom..."
Ah Jie suddenly murmured.
Xu Xiaoshou was startled and immediately grasped the stone-shaped iron ball tightly.
"Don't make a sound, they are not talking about you, don't be afraid, be good!"
"Mom..."
Ajie's mood seemed to be a bit wrong.
Xu Xiaoshou can completely understand.
If he hadn't used the disappearing technique to lurk underground at this moment, he might not even know these secrets.
However, why did Ajie, who was supposed to be destroyed on Void Island, appear in the Tianxuan Gate of Tiansang Ling Palace?
"Sang Lao?"
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of such a person.
If the masked man said that he had seen Ajie before, could it be that he went to Void Island with Mr. Sang, the second in command of the Holy Slave?
It doesn’t seem right either!
If the two of them really went together, there is no reason why Ajie would appear in such a small place as Tiansang Ling Palace.
It should be that he fell into a large organization like Saint Slave and was fully utilized.
and……
"Void Island?"
Xu Xiaoshou thought about it and suddenly remembered something.
He vaguely remembered Caramel Sugar's words.
Isn't Void Island that scary place where the saint is suspected to be sealed?
If nothing else, the crack in the different-dimensional space here was created by the embarrassed saint, which is the crack leading to the Void Island.
some of……
"Oh, I'll go!"
Xu Xiaoshou felt like his mind was going crazy.
All of this combined is simply terrifying to think about.
When he didn't know everything, he still felt that the world was wonderful.
But every time he learned a little more and learned a little more about the secrets, Xu Xiaoshou always felt panicked.
Why does it seem like everything is related to me, Xu Xiaoshou, and is aimed at me, Xu Xiaoshou...?
When Xu Xiaoshou heard A Jie's murmur, he immediately hugged the poor little guy tighter.
I'm afraid that if it can't help but fly out and be exposed, that thing will be...
Big deal!
…
"By the way, there is one more thing that I am more concerned about." The storyteller hesitated to speak.
"explain."
"Wen Ming, are you still Lao Er's apprentice?"
The masked man was startled: "How do you know?"
"this……"
The storyteller recalled the scene of being teased in the ancient book space, his face turned red and he found it difficult to speak.
“This is a long story, so I won’t go into details.”
"I just want to know where the second child went during the period when he disappeared?"
The masked man smiled: "You already know the answer, why are you still asking me?"
"So, it's really..." The storyteller couldn't believe it, but couldn't go on.
Cen Qiaofu laughed and shook his head, recalling the "Dragon Fusion World" style used by Sang Lao of Tiansang Linggong.
Tell the truth.
If he hadn't followed the leader to the Spiritual Palace, he would have had trouble imagining that old man Sang would go to such a nook and cranny.
"For that Wen Ming?" Cenkou asked.
Apart from this explanation, it was difficult for him to imagine why Old Man Sang would go to that place.
"No."
The masked man shook his head.
"Wen Ming was just an accident. He didn't stay much in Tiansang Ling Palace. He went back this time just to stop my plan and prevent the famous sword from falling."
"But it's no use."
The masked man laughed and continued: "More importantly, it is a plan."
"What plan?" the storyteller asked curiously.
The masked man glanced behind him lightly and said, "It's done."
The two of them looked back at the same time.
There is no name, no other existence.
But they all know that in this space, there is an interdimensional space crack leading to the Void Island.
The human body is invisible to the naked eye.
"Then there's another thing..."
The storyteller understood, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, his face lit up with joy, and then he squeezed out a flattering smile as if asking for credit, and was about to say something.
"Wait a minute."
When the masked man saw this, he knew it was not a good thing and stopped him directly, turning his head and looking in all directions.
Then, he lowered his head and his eyes slid across the ground.
He frowned.
"I always feel like something is wrong..."
"Did you really come here with only one sword?"
The masked man looked at the storyteller doubtfully.
"What's the meaning?"
The storyteller glanced at the four swords still floating behind him and said hesitantly: "Wen Ming, are you really here?"
"It's not Wen Ming..."
The masked man curled up his hands that were tightly wrapped in black gloves, twisted his wrists, shook off the discomfort and said, "But there are more than four swords."
"What's the meaning?"
The storyteller, Cenchov spoke at the same time.
The masked man was a little uncertain, his eyes hesitant.
"Is it an illusion? I always feel that there is still the smell of a famous sword at the scene..."