"Then why don't you stand up and talk earlier? I thought your injury hadn't healed yet!"
Dao Qiongcang smiled.
After meeting the person in front of him without saying a word for a long time, he finally stopped smiling and faced the other person's problem squarely.
"I dare not even think about it."
"But the person who died has been resurrected."
As he spoke, his eyes moved down, and he glanced at the famous sword hunting ghost on his neck. Without blinking, he said, "Move away."
"What on earth do you want to say?" Hua Changdeng narrowed his eyes and looked sharp, as if the murderous intent in his eyes was about to overflow.
Dao Qiongcang was helpless and sighed.
"The Eight Masters are resurrected."
A faint sound echoed around the screen and candles. In this place where even the slightest sound of wind could not be heard, the scene became deathly silent and terrifying.
Hua Changdeng remained silent.
He took back the hunting ghost, disappeared with a whoosh, and fell back to sleep under the broken willow again.
"If you are bored and plan to entertain me with this kind of joke..."
"Not for fun."
Dao Qiongcang interrupted his words, waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of him.
Above the light curtain is the scene of the confrontation between the masked man and Gou Wuyue in the Eight Palaces.
And under this big picture, there are images from four small crystal balls during the battle in the Eight Palaces in the Eastern Region. There are four cute people with anxious faces on them.
They all seemed to be waiting for a response from headquarters.
Although he didn't speak, it was obvious that everyone was full of problems.
"Anyway, I can't tell. You have fought with him. Do you know who this person is?" Dao Qiongcang pointed at the masked man and asked.
"You haven't fought him?" Hua Changdeng asked.
"We fought, but Tianji can no longer deduce the existence of this person. The power of the Holy Emperor blocked his aura. He also has helpers!"
"Chi~"
Hua Changdeng sneered, "Is this what you call the Supreme Avenue? If you can't even tell whether a person is true or false, how can you talk about being in charge?"
Dao Qiongcang was choked.
He did not refute, but asked again: "So, is it him? The Eight Masters?"
"Tu tu tu tu~"
Huachangdeng snored loudly.
Dao Qiongcang: "..."
He was angry.
"Hua Gui! Could you please say something?"
"Now is the time for child's play?"
"If not, there is a Holy Emperor supporting the Holy Slave."
"And if so, behind the Holy Slave, not only is the Holy Emperor supporting him, but the person in power on the surface is also the former Eighth Sword Immortal!"
"Can you imagine the consequences?"
"If he raises his arms and shouts..."
"You are so noisy!" Hua Changdeng turned over slightly irritably, sniffed, and said lazily: "Isn't Gou Wuyue there?"
"Yes! So?"
"So you think a guy who can't even break through the realm of the Sword Immortal can escape from the hands of the Seven Sword Immortals in the past?"
"..."
Dao Qiongcang was angry again and said angrily:
"Have you spent decades in solitary confinement and made yourself stupid?"
"If he is the Eight Masters, how could Gou Wuyue do anything to him?"
"The Voice of Nulan is in hand, and Gou Wuyue has not repaid the favor he owes Bazunzhen, so how can he take action!"
Hua Changdeng was completely annoyed.
"Unbelievably stupid!"
He turned over and stood up, scolding: "Whether it is the ruler of the Holy Temple who is more important, or the eight people he knows so well are more important, even you can't tell the difference?"
"Now that the two of them have met, it's just right..."
"Didn't you say that Gou Wuyue doesn't like the Holy Temple?"
"Isn't now an opportunity?"
"Let him do it!"
"If you dare to release people, you must be prepared to pay a corresponding price after releasing them; and if he Gou Wuyue dares not to release people, as long as he kills eight people, what else in the world do you think is worthy of his rebellion?
Leave?"
Dao Qiongcang was startled by the drink, and after a long time he sighed: "So, the Eight Masters are really familiar..."
"He's not dead in the first place!"
Hua Changdeng returned and lay down with his eyes closed: "That day, I only cut off two of his fingers and chopped off his head. How can I kill him without becoming a saint?"
He said, his voice lowered, and his eyes looked far away to the other side of the Guizhe Holy Mountain.
Even so, this approach also caused disaster.
There is also an unnamed tombstone on Luoshen Peak.
"But weren't you deposed the Eight Masters?"
Dao Qiongcang asked: "Where is the ban on martial arts? Didn't you also issue it?"
Hua Changdeng sighed.
"It's coming down..."
"Don't you see that he is just an acquired talent now?"
"But the world is big and the ban on martial arts cannot be banned by anyone."
"At the very least, some people can only peel off their swords, seal their murderous intentions, and stop their desire to kill...and once these are broken free, they will rebound."
The scene became quiet again.
Dao Qiongcang's eyes wandered, a little undecided.
He was silent for a long time before speaking: "Are you really not afraid that Gou Wuyue will let him go?"
"I can't get out now anyway." Hua Changdeng fell asleep on the floor.
"I can help you."
"How to help?"
Hua Changdeng sneered, "Isn't it possible that you brought Neng Youtu here? Or did you kill him?"
"No."
A mysterious smile appeared on Dao Qiongcang's face, and he said: "I can help you shield the secrets of heaven, temporarily solve this dilemma, and then send you there. You will have a quarter of an hour of free time."
"That's only a quarter of an hour in total..."
Hua Changdeng knew his predicament and said: "My mission is no longer to wander around in various regions of the mainland."
"Guizhe Holy Mountain is good. As a natural prison, I can be locked up here by that old guy Yu Tu."
"And Gou Wuyue is here in the Eastern Region, so you don't have to worry about it blindly. He knows the importance."
"and……"
After a pause, Hua Changdeng added: "The power of the Semi-Saint has many implications. Do you really think Wen Ting would choose to stand by and watch if I moved?"
Dao Qiongcang was startled by this.
He turned his head and looked towards the distant east, his eyes seemed to have penetrated time and space, and he saw the east mountain with the decaying sword intent.
"yes……"
He murmured.
In the sword burial mound, there is still someone who can invite Sword Dongshan.
Even if there is no big fluctuation in the secret of heaven, that guy is estimated to be only one step away from becoming a semi-saint.
It cannot be said that it is a stimulus, but it will help him move forward and enter that realm.
And with Wen Ting's familiar friendship with Bazun, will he sit back and watch Hua Changdeng hurt his former friend again?
"pity."
Dao Qiongcang showed a disappointed expression, "It's no good."
He turned his head and glanced at Hua Changdeng one last time.
"You really don't want to go out for a walk?"
"Buzz——"
Before Hua Changdeng could speak, the famous sword-hunting ghost trembled spiritually, seeming to have already given the answer.
"Quiet."
Hua Changdeng glanced away coldly, and the hunting ghost immediately returned to silence.
"think."
Hua Changdeng said one word carefully, then hummed, his voice a little softer, "But not now."
"oh."
Dao Qiongcang waved his sleeves and was about to close the light curtain and leave.
"etc."
Hua Changdeng suddenly stopped.
"how?"
Dao Qiongcang looked around, only to see the man sleeping on the ground, his eyes widening at some point, staring at an inconspicuous figure on the light screen.
"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked.
Dao Qiongcang took a closer look and realized why the Huachang Lantern Club paid special attention to this young man with a Chinese character and a beard.
"There are four swords?"
"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked again.
"Forehead……"
Dao Qiongcang didn't know how to speak for a while. He thought about it twice before he said: "Wen Ming? Xu Xiaoshou? Xiao Shi Tanji?"
"I don't know, this person has many names, but..."
"The successor of the Eighth Sword Immortal?" Gou Wuyue stopped talking as she looked at the four swords.
"Xiao Shi Tanji...?"
Hua Changdeng took a deep look, as if to carve that figure into his memory, and then looked away.
Long hair, beard, square face...
very good.
I, Hua Changdeng, will remember you!
…
In the Eighth Palace.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"
The rain seems to be getting heavier here.
This kind of "heavy" is not a metaphorical heaviness, but a real "heavy".
From the moment when the masked man broke away the dark clouds, to when the dark clouds gathered.
Back and forth, it only takes half a stick of incense.
And when the rain started to fall again, the raindrops that should have been cut into powder in the field of "light rhythm" were falling, and suddenly they were not afraid of the light.
This rain seems to have lost surface tension.
Even if they were really cut apart by a certain ray of light during the fall, they would be glued back together the next moment they left the light.
From heaven to earth.
Yu's life ends.
But when it hit the ground, it made a deep hole.
"Dong dong dong..."
The rain was inexplicably worse.
It has become like a dull drum sound, and the ground has begun to become bumpy.
Every drop of raindrop seemed to stir up the heartbeats of dozens of people in the audience in this lifeless scene.
"Ah sneeze!"
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but want to sneeze, so he immediately transformed into a disappearing state to solve the problem. Then he adjusted his comfortable posture, returned to hiding behind the masked man, and then appeared.
so close……
In this completely stiff atmosphere, he felt as if he had caught a cold and couldn't even control his urge to sneeze.
But on a normal day, such a sudden sound would definitely bring back hundreds or even thousands of passive points.
At this moment, the information column can only contribute this...
"Attention, passive value, +2."
"Are there only two people who noticed me..."
Xu Xiaoshou secretly thought that it was lucky that these men in white, red and gray were really shocked by what he just said.
"My name, Bazun knows it well!"
Even though he had made similar speculations before, when he actually heard this sentence with his own ears, Xu Xiaoshou's blood still began to boil.
It was only then that he could fully understand why Cen Qiaofu, the storyteller, and even Sang Lao and other peerless experts were willing to follow this man's footsteps.
It was not until this moment that he truly understood what the masked man meant when he said "Your road has long been broken" that day by the Ehu Lake in Tiansang Ling Palace.
"The Eight Masters..."
Xu Xiaoshou grunted.
He never thought that a person could be so domineering just by his name.
He secretly glanced at the others beside him.
But I saw that the storyteller had stars in his eyes, but even Cenchofu had an excited look on his face, which was completely devoid of any image.
"You don't know that he is the Eight Masters?" Xu Xiaoshou asked in a low voice.
In a rare moment, Cenjov replied.
"Guessed, but not confirmed."
After a pause, he added: "Confirm it personally!"
"oh."
Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "Then he said he is the Eight Masters, do you believe it?"
"?"
The stars in the storyteller's eyes disappeared instantly and turned into a sharp sword, slashing at Xu Xiaoshou viciously.
Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill running down his spine.
"Of course you have to believe this, I believe it too, I believe it to the letter, I believe it to the thief!"
"bling~"
The stars appear again.
Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.
Damn it, is this the deterrent force from fans?
How terrible!
…
"Back off!"
Gou Wuyue, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up again.
This first sentence was not spoken to the so-called "Eight Masters", but to his subordinates.
brush!
Everyone in the audience, like springs that had been ready to go, suddenly jumped up and disappeared.
"Cenjov."
The masked man said the same thing again.
The motionless body of the old woodcutter finally finished gathering strength, and there was no movement at all. The small ax in his hand suddenly flew up, and he was not afraid of the light realm with super cutting power.
"Bang!"
It expanded in mid-air, exploded with air waves, and transformed into a mottled giant axe, which was about ten feet long.
"Panxian Axe, heaven and earth return to their origin!"
An ax fell from the sky.
There was no movement in space or on the earth.
But the "Rhythm of Light" realm suddenly turned into a purple mist and was sucked into the body of Panxian Ax.
"Broken?"
Xu Xiaoshou looked at this inexplicable situation and did not dare to try it easily.
It seems that the realm of Changyi has been shattered.
But if the light in heaven and earth is to be said to have disappeared, it is not necessarily the case, it is just a little weaker.
Unable to help but move his fingers, Xu Xiaoshou still started to test.
However, the moving fingers were not directly smashed into blood mist like before, and Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's really broken."
The realm was really lost, but Xu Xiaoshou felt regretful.
"It's such a pity. The passive value is 9999 points if you move it once. You should have moved more just now..."
It feels really wonderful to be able to sneeze without using the Vanishing Technique.
But even if he could move, Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to make big moves easily at this moment.
He moved his position and quietly stepped in front of Cenchofu and the storyteller. Looking at the legendary Eight Masters in front of him, he felt a little more secure.
Triangles are stable.
Now, if others want to kill me, they must break through the three giants of the Saint Slaves.
So I, Xu Xiaoshou, should be able to survive this wave...
No one cares about Xu Xiaoshou's small details, and the protagonist present at this moment is not him.
Gou Wuyue cleared the white clothes and turned his eyes back to the masked man.
"Eight Masters?"
He took back the famous sword Nulan and sheathed it. Without even raising his eyes, he shook his head and said, "I don't believe you."
The masked man raised his lips: "You can't believe it, or you don't want to believe it?"
"Do not believe!"
"Don't believe it? Then why did you return your sword to its sheath, and why did you clear out everyone?"
"because……"
Gou Wuyue raised her eyes again, her eyes full of heat: "I want to fight you alone!"
"hehe."
"alone?"
The masked man laughed out loud: "Are you afraid that those people will be killed by me? Don't worry, I don't like killing people now, so I won't do this."
"and……"
The masked man looked Gou Wuyue up and down, his cloudy eyes showing a touch of teasing, "You are almost a semi-saint, and you still want to bully me, a mere acquired genius?"
"the day after tomorrow?"
Gou Wuyue laughed loudly: "Can you crush Zhan Dao at will the day after tomorrow? I brought Chang Yi out, and I know his strength, so..."
He changed the subject, "Are you sealing the sword?!"