"So you can stand up?"
"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."
To be continued...