After having had enough wine and food, there were several sleeping corpses scattered about in the cave.
Xu Xiaoshou was not poisoned.
He just added some innocuous hypnotic drugs to the barbecue.
When placed on him, these drugs would have no effect on the Dao-killing powerhouse.
But after a big battle, everyone was exhausted, and everyone wanted to lie down. After a while, everyone lay down.
The instigator of Tuliu was quite conscious, holding the back of his head, lying on his back on the cave on the top of the mountain, staring blankly at the night sky.
A little bit of stars.
Xu Xiaoshou looked a little disappointed.
After the battle in the White Cave, Mr. Sang left, and the Tiansang Ling Palace had no intention of returning.
Joining the Saint Slave was not his original intention.
He knew very well that he could not really be like the storyteller, Cenchofu and others, who could even sacrifice their lives for the so-called saint slave faith.
People who are greedy for life cannot do this no matter what.
But, where should we go next?
"future……"
The clouds obscured the moonlight, and Xu Xiaoshou murmured to himself.
There was a soft rustling sound, and Mu Zixi crept up and squatted next to his senior brother.
"time to go."
"Being urged, passive value, +1."
Obviously, Xu Xiaoshou is not the only one who has no sense of belonging.
"Where to go?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.
"have no idea."
Mu Zixi shook his head, paused and said, "Wherever you go, I will go."
"You don't want to retrieve your life experience and your secret?" Xu Xiaoshou looked sideways.
There was a tearful man lying underneath. He had already seen that the other party was hiding something. If the junior sister had spoken in person, he would not be able to ask anything.
Mu Zixi still shook his head.
"Do not want to know."
"Then just let it happen."
Xu Xiaoshou raised the corners of his lips, and he was also very Buddhist.
He only knows that after Mr. Sang leaves, the only person in the world who can continue to depend on each other for life is this little junior sister.
Of course, the premise is that the other party always maintains the innocence of the moment.
But things are unpredictable, and Xu Xiaoshou really doesn't know how long these conditions can last.
"Let's go!"
After sighing again and feeling the more even breathing sound underneath, Xu Xiaoshou turned over and stood up.
"Where to go?" Now it was Mu Zixi's turn to ask.
Xu Xiaoshou stopped for a moment.
What goal does he have?
If Mr. Sang is still here, maybe he really has a goal.
Because even if the old man didn't say it, he knew that his next destination was the "Eastern King's City" that everyone said.
There seems to be a gathering place for talents from all over the world, a real stage for the young generation to compete for.
But without Sang Lao's suppression, Xu Xiaoshou was a little confused for a while.
Young people...
Am I really still a young person now?
It is said that only those below the level of Grandmaster can participate in the trials in Dongtian King City.
But even if he is a master, can he withstand his own blow?
It’s not that Xu Xiao was entrusted with the big task.
After the experience in the White Cave, he felt that the opponent who could force him to exert all his strength should at least be the throne.
This does not include Ah Jie, Ah Huo, and Ah Bing who followed him and each died once.
If you really want to take all these powers into account, it's really not enough to see the throne in front of you.
"Eastern King's Castle!"
Suddenly a hoarse voice came from my ears.
Xu Xiaoshou's ears twitched and he turned his head to look.
Under the starry night, the unshaven old man looked exactly like the man in his memory who killed the red dog and gave him the "Guan Sword Code".
"You didn't sleep?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.
"I haven't even slept yet." Bazun replied knowingly.
The two looked at each other and laughed silently.
Yes, it's all about killing.
No matter how tired you are, when you are tired, you are most vigilant.
At this time, how could everyone really be knocked unconscious by that hypnotic drug?
Not waking up, just cooperating with the performance.
"Then why did you wake up?" Xu Xiaoshou suppressed his smile.
"You lost your direction, so I came here."
Bazun sat down immediately and patted the ground with his hand, signaling Xu Xiaoshou to sit down as well.
When the latter hesitated for a while and sat down again, he raised two fingers and said, "No matter what, I can still be considered half of your master."
"Half?"
Xu Xiaoshou was surprised.
Ba Zunzhen didn't reply, but there was a faint sword thought above the two raised fingers, and Xu Xiaoshou completely understood.
I'm sorry, the fragment of the ten-segment sword finger that was in Lingzang Pavilion at that time turned into its original form. Is this really how it came about?
"Sang Laoer left you behind, so I have the obligation to pick you up. No matter what happens, I can't let you stay in this state of confusion."
Ba Zunzun looked up at the starry sky. He seemed to feel that this was a bit uncomfortable, so he simply lay down and said:
"A moment of tranquility is only a moment."
"What you see now is just some peace after the storm."
"Bigger waves are brewing behind us. Once we relax, it will be too late when the waves come over us again."
Xu Xiaoshou was speechless, how could he not know?
But this pace, to be honest, is too fast for me.
I have only been in this world for a short time, and I have been pushed forward step by step by all parties, forcing me to grow.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that in just a few months, he had already gone through a lot of excitement and excitement that most people would never experience in their lifetime.
"A little tired..." He couldn't help blurting out.
"Isn't it normal to be tired?"
"Easiness will always belong only to corpses."
Bazunzhen did not comment on his reply and said to himself: "Sang Laoer was taken to Guizhe Holy Mountain, but as long as I am not dead, they will not dare to kill anyone."
"But even if I don't kill him, I guess the torture will be inevitable."
"If you have no direction, you can try walking to Guizhe Holy Mountain."
Xu Xiaoshou laughed.
He is so talented that he wants to go to Guizhe Holy Mountain?
What an international joke!
It’s something I’ve never done myself in a trap like this.
"He has rough skin and thick flesh. I guess if he can cultivate to that level, he won't be able to withstand any pain."
Having cultivated to the point of being a master, I am somewhat immune to pain.
Who knows what Old Man Sang went through to reach such a perverted state.
It's hard to say that for him, those so-called tortures were just enjoyment.
Dou Sang... There was a smile at the corners of Xu Xiaoshou's eyes.
Ba Zunzhen did not answer, but still followed his own intention and said: "It's a long journey from the Eastern Region to the Central Region, and then to the Guizhe Holy Mountain."
"Now that you are innate, you will probably become a saint when you reach that place."
"Wouldn't it be beautiful to go to the Holy Mountain and pick people out in a grand manner?"
Xu Xiaoshou was speechless for a moment.
How come this man is more confident than himself?
Starting from here, he reached the Holy Mountain of Guizhe and became a saint. Where did he come from... Thaksin?
"You are a three-breath innate, a peerless genius who has been a three-year swordsman, but you haven't become a saint after so many years. Why do you think so highly of me?" Xu Xiaoshou looked amused.
"I'm different." Ba Zunzhen looked very serious. "In my eyes, there is no such thing as a saint. Saint is too vague."
"How to say?"
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
The saint is still elusive, how can you let others live?
"Do you know about Void Island?" Ba Zunzun grabbed the weeds and crushed them on his fingertips, while saying: "You should have seen the Holy Emperor in the White Cave?"
Xu Xiaoshou was startled.
Really the Holy Emperor?
Not a semi-saint?
He nodded slightly.
"The saying 'Unless you become a saint, you will always be a slave' is not nonsense, but even if you become a saint, many people still have difficulty breaking free from the shackles and cannot escape the fate of saint slaves."
Ba Zunzhen paused as he spoke, tilted his head, and stared at Xu Xiaoshou: "I saw this, so Feng Jian doesn't plan to take action again."
"That?" Xu Xiaoshou didn't know why.
He didn't even plan to take action again, so why did he still declare war on the Holy Temple and use a tree branch to severely humiliate Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals?
This is a complete slap in the face!
Now you're just waiting for someone to take revenge, and yet... you're not taking action?
"You can only take action when you are almost ready."
The eight saints smiled knowingly, knowing what Xu Xiaoshou was thinking, and continued: "The saint is too slim, and the saint emperor has no way to save the world, so I want to become a god, and I will wait until the day I draw my sword again to kill this filthy world.
Drenched with blood."
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked for a moment.
Even Mu Zixi, who was sitting in the back and eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, was also shocked by these words.
She already knew that she was facing the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal.
But I never thought that the Eighth Sword Immortal’s ambition would be so grand?
Xu Xiaoshou was silent for a while, but couldn't help but ask: "Are you high?"
"Happy?"
"Being doubted, passive value, +1."
"You are not even a saint, yet you want to become a god directly? Why don't you go to heaven?" Xu Xiaoshou complained.
"Hahaha……"
Bazun laughed loudly and stopped speaking for a long time: "You question me?"
"Um."
Xu Xiaoshou nodded without hesitation.
Ba Zunzhen suddenly twitched the corners of his lips. He really didn't expect this person to be so direct.
He sighed.
"Young man, do you know my legend?"
Xu Xiaoshou bared his teeth: "As far as legends are concerned, any divinity or beautification is all fake. From what I can see, there is only dirt... uh, sloppy... uh, average, pretty good."
OK."
Seeing the other party's increasingly gloomy expression, Xu Xiaoshou made his choice.
Ba Zunzun smiled hoarsely and said: "Do you know the concept of three-breath innateness? This is not a legend, it is really three breaths, and I stepped into innateness."
"So?" Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows.
Ba Zunxun clasped his fingers and said: "Three-year Sword Immortal is not an exaggeration, but it also does not represent the level of my cultivation."
"I just traveled around the mainland for three years. When I wanted to, I made a breakthrough from Xiantian to Sword Immortal. I just didn't get the title of Sword Immortal."
Xu Xiaoshou's heart twitched.
Damn it, I was tricked!
"Are you competing for the title of Sword Immortal..."
He keenly captured a piece of information and asked: "So that time you fought against Hua... Sword Immortal, is there any inside story?"
Ba Zunzhen shook his head and did not answer, but continued his wandering thoughts.
"What I want to say is that they are all realms. Why can I break through from ordinary people to Xiantian, and then from Xiantian to Taixu, but I can't directly cross the Holy Realm from Taixu and enter the divine court?"
Xu Xiaoshou was once again shocked by this man's bold words.
He mumbled a few times, but was speechless.
this……
Can this be the same?
He tilted his head and Mu Zixi looked at each other, and both of them saw the words in each other's eyes: What a loud tone!
What Xu Xiaoshou knew was that the Half-Saint was already at the top of the continent, not to mention that there was a Saint Emperor on top of it.
Those who truly entered the realm of gods in ancient times cannot even pronounce their names.
The Sword God of the Eastern Region.
According to legend, it was created by Gulouying, one of the ten ancient ancestors of the sword.
Gu Lou Ying is not his real name. The world just refers to the aloof figure on the "Ten Swords Suppressing the Tower" handed down by him.
The so-called sword ancestor is the first generation sword wielder who created the ancient sword cultivator.
Nine great swordsmanships, eighteen sword styles, three thousand kendos... all came from his hands.
Only such a person deserves to be called ancestor, sword ancestor; god, sword god!
The uncle in front of me...
"Where did you get the courage?" Xu Xiaoshou stabbed him suddenly.
Bazunzhen surprisingly did not refute.
He held his hands behind his head, assuming the posture of Xu Xiaoshou lying on his body just now, which was really comfortable.
"Maybe it's... conceited!"
He shook his head and said no more.
Xu Xiaoshou was silent.
conceited……
He said he was conceited, so what else could he say?
But look at this guy, he talks about being conceited, but his expression doesn't look conceited at all.
With that relaxed and carefree smile, he simply treated this matter as a common thing like eating and drinking water, and said it in a sparse and ordinary way.
conceited?
Be more confident!
But if you want to say "confidence"...
Xu Xiaoshou really felt that this was a bit too conceited.
Damn it, I've been tricked again!
"Where do you want to go?"
Ba Zunzun paused for a moment, then brought back the topic again.
He didn't even give Xu Xiaoshou time to reply, and said: "I told you my story, and I think you can do it too, so if you really don't have any direction, you might as well do what I said before."
"Guizhe Holy Mountain?" When Xu Xiaoshou said these four words, he felt that one was as big as two.
"Um."
Ba Zunji closed his eyes and said leisurely: "From the Eastern Region to Guizhe Holy Mountain, you have to pass through Dongtian King City, participate in the trial of the King City, win the first place, and then get the qualification to enter the 'Four Symbols Secret Realm'
, and then leads to the Holy Palace.”
"The Holy Palace is the training center for saints in mainland China. Your master came from there."
"There, maybe you can find the answer you want."
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.
He had only heard of Dongtianwang Castle.
What the hell is that series that follows?
"Four Symbols Secret Realm, Holy Palace?"
Bazun Shu heard the words and explained: "You should have heard of it, but you just don't understand it."
"The trial in Dongtian King City is just to select the top three young people below the Grand Master in the major royal cities in the five regions of the mainland, and then obtain the qualifications to enter the Holy Palace trial."
"As for the Holy Palace Trial, no surprise, this time it will be the 'Four Symbols Secret Realm'."
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
The trial of Dongtian King City brought together talents from all major counties and cities, but only the top three were the only ones!
Moreover, the top three are only qualified to participate in the "Holy Palace Trial", rather than entering directly.
Then this Holy Palace...
When Xu Xiaoshou thought about Mr. Sang being from the Holy Palace, he suddenly felt that he was a character!
How many people's corpses do you have to step on to get this title back?
Isn't this competition too terrifying?
"Otherwise, what do you think is the purpose of so many talented people in the mainland trying their best to suppress their cultivation just for the sake of a trial in a royal city?"
The Eight Lords sneered: "It's because the Holy Palace is recruiting people. It only needs talented candidates below the Grandmaster level in the Royal City Trial!"