So when even Rao Yaoyao, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, asked such a question, the entire spiritual refining masters and sword cultivators in the royal city were completely boiling almost instantly.

"Eight Masters?"

"God! He really is!"

"Let me tell you, as soon as this guy appeared and took off in the air, I thought he had such a weird appearance, he must be that guy!"

"Tch, didn't you just say that this person is pretending to be the Eight Supreme Beings, and has no body or soul? He is still carrying that big sack that has dropped in price. Now the swordsman is also suspicious. As soon as the giant Buddha is chopped out, you will change your story?"

"Just now? What just now? I was sleeping just now~"

"..."

really.

Tonight, when the battle came to an end, the innocent people who were hiding didn't even bother to pretend to be asleep, and went out to the streets to watch all night long.

After all, throne battles are rare.

The dispute over Taixu is even more of a fantasy in the usually peaceful Dongtian King City.

The most frightening thing is that tonight's battle is essentially an innate man wearing a holy icon, torturing Taixu...

Rare to see in a century!

…

"What does a name mean?"

In the void, facing Rao Yaoyao's question, the uncle chose an ambiguous answer.

He spoke with a faint smile and spread his hands. Everyone felt that they didn't need to listen to the name, just look at these hands, and the legend was confirmed with reality.

Rao Yaoyao stared at it with surprise and doubt in his eyes.

If this is the Eight Masters, the other party will break out and have a big battle with her.

Can't stand it!

Rao Yaoyao knew that it would be difficult for him to withstand it, but Ba Zunzun would definitely not feel it either.

Because the intelligence said that the opponent was seriously injured at the moment, and if he faced the Xuan Cang Divine Sword again, he would definitely die.

But if this is not the Eight Masters...

At the time of the White Cave, Gou Wuyue led Bai Yi over and witnessed the rebirth of the Eight Masters with his own eyes.

The battle scenes in the Eighth Palace were also transmitted back to the headquarters of the Holy Temple in real time through Tianji Technique.

But after all, I have never personally felt the aura of the Eight Masters who returned to the world decades later.

Except for Gou Wuyue, the only one who had seen the eight masters of the real person, all the others were dead.

Very cruel and very realistic.

But at the moment, Rao Yaoyao really cannot recognize the person opposite him. Is it true?

"Okay, let's pretend that you are the Eight Masters..."

At this time, Rao Yaoyao opened her mouth, her beautiful eyes closed, and she began to follow her train of thought.

But suddenly, her ears twitched, her expression changed completely, and she asked in a deep voice: "You are not the Eight Masters! Why do you want to side with the Holy Slave? Are you not afraid that your power will be investigated by Baiyi?!"

The determination in this voice made even Xu Xiaoshou, who was gathering strength in the backcourt, hear the other party's affirmation.

It must have been at this moment that someone passed on some information to Rao Yaoyao, which completely stabilized her thoughts.

But, who could it be?

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

All the eight truly familiar people who have been seen in the Eight Palaces are indeed dead.

Gou Wuyue was not the leader this time, and there was no trace of him.

Furthermore, a first-term Sword Immortal will not transmit messages secretly, but will only stand up openly.

So the communicator will not be him.

So, who would dare to be so sure that the sloppy uncle in front of him, the fake Eight Masters who Xu Xiaoshou could only rely on to confirm his identity by giving him the "Guan Sword Manual", would be a fake?

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky in surprise.

Although the power of his holy icon is rapidly declining, it still exists at this moment.

The Holy Thought is powerful.

The entire situation of Dongtianwang City and all the variables are under his control.

However, the search was fruitless.

Faintly, Xu Xiaoshou felt as if there was one last person in this battle who did not appear.

That person has been watching the entire Royal City battle in the dark, recording, planning, and brewing something.

He is like a real chess player behind the scenes, invisible to the prying eyes of the chess pieces.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of the previous heavy rain that was getting heavier and heavier.

There was a heavy rain in the royal city for no reason. It was easy for Xu Xiaoshou, who was in a state of shame, to think of the Yuling Drop, the head of the Spiritual Department.

But the problem is that Yu Lingdi has been killed by Mr. Sang.

Even Gou Wuyue reacted like that and looked helpless at that time. It was impossible for Yu Lingdi to survive.

Therefore, this rain is at best a sign that Taixu disturbed the way of heaven, and sorrow and joy disturbed the rules.

The falling rain makes the sky cry.

Those who cry are innocent people.

But other than that, Xu Xiaoshou really couldn't think of anyone else who could influence Rao Yaoyao's thoughts and make her think so firmly.

The sloppy uncle is not the Eight Masters!

The clouds disappear and the rain falls.

At this time, the weather was fine and the sky was slightly bright.

The heavy rain had been swept away by the fluctuation of holy power and the white flames of Ember Light after Xu Xiaoshou's wave of dragon melting world erupted.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky and thought about it. He felt that he could not think anymore.

If the uncle and Rao Yaoyao fight, it will really be a melee between black and white.

And by then, if you can't rescue the people on the first floor of the sky, it will be really too late.

So Xu Xiaoshou began to abandon distracting thoughts and continued to enter what outsiders thought was an act of nurturing his own unstable state.

Think differently than others.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he needed a big ceremony to enter the Grand Master.

This ceremony will burn the final power of the icon, and will bring an end to the layout of various bosses in the entire Dongtianwang City.

Then, by the way, the first building in the sky was saved from the edge of collapse.

Hold the sea of ​​vitality and caress your hands in the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou stood in mid-air. After the confrontation between the uncle and Rao Yaoyao, under the effect of "concealment", the passive system swallowed up the Tao Yun around his body, and the breath in his body could no longer be exposed to other people's spiritual thoughts.

Among them, the spiritual energy began to be compressed crazily...

Jinzhao's original seed, the power of the three-day freezing calamity was invoked...

The power of the icon was extracted, and it seemed to be depleting itself. In fact, it was because of Xu Xiaoshou's sudden madness...

The body began to spasm.

The cells begin to tremble.

Until the aura of destruction in the body that suddenly changed in quality after adding the holy power became somewhat unsuppressable, and a faint annihilation power of the avenue escaped from the pores.

"Um?"

The uncle and Rao Yaoyao, who were fighting each other, suddenly woke up.

At the same time, the storyteller looked back at Xu Xiaoshou in surprise: "What's going on?"

The people of Meisi are outside the far street, hiding in the way of heaven.

He has already been discovered by Rao Yaoyao, but if he doesn't take action, it means he has no position and no one will care about him.

At this moment, he was also frightened by the aura on Xu Xiaoshou's body.

"This is……"

Yu Zhiwen was at the very back of the battlefield, and her eyes never left Xu Xiaoshou.

When this destructive force appeared, she immediately recalled various classic scenes from Xu Xiaoshou in the White Cave.

The shocking explosion when Yan Mang was born...

The shocking explosion after the ice and fire intertwined in Lingrenze...
To be continued...