"Is this the true master of the palace?"
If it weren't for the few saucy words that followed, the spectators from the Five Realms would have really doubted whether Aunt Xiang had tinkered with the sound pearl herself.
Just find someone to imitate your voice.
There is no picture anyway, so the cost of counterfeiting is not high.
However, when one thinks of Aunt Xiang, she basically has no autonomy since she was controlled by the Taoist Palace Master.
If the master of the Taoist Palace had not intended for her to leave a voice, the voice bead would most likely not have appeared in the Dead Sea.
Therefore, everything that happens can only be true.
That is to say, the Taoist Palace Master was fake about Aunt Xiang, but he was completely fake about Master Shou!
"Look, Master Shou's face is a little green. This is the first time I've seen him look like this, haha!"
"You are really brave, Feng Zhongzui. If you dare to take pictures of Master Shou at this time, I'm afraid you will be pushed to death in the Dead Sea!"
"Green-faced Shou, cute nirvana..."
Xu Xiaoshou was really not angry.
Everyone had their own way of fighting in the Qingyuan Mountains. He tried his best at that time, but now he can be considered as a light boat passing the Ten Thousand Chong Mountains.
He glared at Feng Zhongzui.
Feng Zhongzui actually dared to steel himself, carrying the preaching mirror and refusing to retreat, not to mention moving the picture even half an inch.
Xu Xiao smiled bitterly while receiving support: "It's true that Dao Qiongang..."
Feng Zhongzui was stunned and curled his toes slightly. Doesn't this match the reaction in his memory?
Master Shou actually hasn’t stopped yet!
He paused, stared at the preaching mirror, and blinked:
"Naughty."
Aunt Xiang froze on the spot, clenching her fists and clenching her teeth.
Where did Xu Xiaoshou learn this? Is he really capable of this from birth? I really want to give him a punch!
Just like Xu Xiaoshou wanted to move her to challenge and love the common people.
Aunt Xiang couldn't bear what Dao Qiongcang did in the past. It was an influence that couldn't be erased by just a single voice bead.
But now there are really not many people left in the Five Realms who can deal with Dao Qiongang.
Aunt Xiang really wants to instigate a relationship between Xu Xiaoshou and Dao Qiongcang - it's not that she really wants to oppose the two, as long as Xu Xiaoshou can give Dao Qiongcang a slap in the face and relieve people's hatred, that's it.
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She also couldn't accept that after entering the Dead Sea, Xu Dao and the two actually got along well.
If these two people get together, it will be too easy to deal with anyone in the world.
God was able to sell it to them no matter what, and even helped them count the money.
If it can be disassembled, it is naturally best to disassemble it.
And since the photo beads are useless, Aunt Xiang understands something.
Xu Xiaoshou had her own ideas. She did not dare to interfere too much in the overall situation, so she immediately chose Mingzhe to protect herself:
"Xu Xiaoshou, I'll leave the rest to you. Auntie will leave first."
She held Beibei's hand, regardless of Beibei's opinion. After leaving her last voice, the figures of one and the other walked away in great style.
"Let's go now..."
Zui whispered softly in the wind, so envious.
With this move, we can escape from the intensifying whirlpool of the general trend. Who wouldn't envy it?
If you could be reincarnated, if you could choose your gender.
Drunk in the wind, I also want to experience the life of Aunt Xiang. I think it must be a different kind of fun!
"If I had a god..."
The Holy Mountain Refuge Group soon stopped fantasizing.
They do not have God as their backing. Instead, they have a moody enemy in front of them, Xu Xiaoshou.
He was kept by his side purely because of his semi-saint status, or because he was used to stop the arrows that could fall at any time in love for the common people.
The Dead Sea is quiet.
Master Shou was also silent.
In silence, the preaching mirror no longer looked at Master Shou.
The camera turned sideways at some point, half showing the graceful figure walking away with her little tail, and half showing the envy and sadness of the saints of the Holy Mountain watching Aunt Xiang go away.
The Dead Sea is still.
The five realms also gradually calmed down.
Someone opened his mouth silently, his scalp numbing slightly.
The world is like a huge missionary mirror, half free and half prison.
…
"There's not much time left."
Returning from Nanming, he stood on the top of the ruins of Guizhe Holy Mountain, the former holy land of the Central Region, in an independent manner.
Jinren opened his hands, as if lying in cotton, lying in the soft void.
He seemed to have enlightened himself.
The space disk slowly spun out from under him.
Little bits of bright pearl light seeped into the regular avenue, and the scenery of the five realms was instantly included in the perception.
The range of perception is actually limited.
The range of influence that the Super Dao Transformed Mind Disk can exert is also limited.
But all this is based on the extreme compression of the world by the mysteries of space.
It might take a little more time and effort.
The scope of both can be extended infinitely!
In a frontal battlefield with lightning and flint, this hand may not be used.
If he is sitting in the Tent of Heaven, after sitting in the Tent of Heaven, he will be able to see almost "everything" happening in various places in the five regions, just like everyone else.
The little hermit hides in the wild.
After hesitating when he saw the sky of Nanming Dao, he quickly closed the curtain of heaven and found another hiding place after realizing that someone was watching him.
Hidden away in the city.
He saw the eight acquaintances walking in the middle territory with the support of the storyteller, making sword seals with each step, making changes wherever they passed, and all of them bowed down.
On the east side.
In the mist-shrouded Sword Tomb, the majestic Dongshan Mountain towers into the clouds, and the sisal stands on the top of the mountain, unchanged for thousands of years.
And inside the tomb, Sword Saint Wen, with his sleeves held high, stepped onto the sword-washing pool and danced, with a loud and resonant voice that stopped the moving clouds.
On the west side.
In the vast expanse of desert, dotted with verdant green, behind the ancient temple in the deep mountains and old forests, the Bodhi tree has lost its roots.
At the cross street corner, where the law strictly rejects the holy power, the secrets of space enter lightly, and a tower hangs underground, like a Buddha hanging upside down.
The crowds in the south are chaotic and disorderly all year round.
The north is full of fissures and barren mountains and rivers.
All things, as long as the mind has thoughts, can be put into the eyes, and may or may not be seen through, but there are still one or two guesses.
Alone on this ladder...
To be continued...