Chapter 1302 How can you not be free and happy when you become an immortal?
Void Island.
The few remaining people raised their eyes and looked at Xu Xiaoshou who chased after him with his sword from the space crack and then calmly returned from the space crack, and were speechless for a long time.
At that moment, the giant kingdom beneath his feet was connected to the space of the Holy God Continent.
Rao Yaoyao can get out, Xu Xiaoshou can get out.
Naturally, everyone can also hear a few "Yu Lao save me" from the outside world from Rao Yaoyao.
And Xu Xiaoshou's incomparable indifference is as cold as the death sentence: "One thought of gods and Buddhas, one thought of prajna."
The mournful cry of the Holy Meteor that followed was a positive reflection of the result after Xu Xiaoshou drew his sword.
Rao Yaoyao, was killed by his Prajna Mu!
Holy fall!
Everyone has big doubts in their minds:
They all arrived at the Holy Continent, and no one from the Rao clan of the Holy Emperor family stepped in to help Rao Yaoyao?
What happened to the old man Rao Yaoyao said that he couldn't save Rao Yaoyao from Xu Xiaoshou who had lost the power of the four holy emperors?
How could Xu Xiaoshou be able to gain enlightenment in one day, summon the Holy Tribulation to be cut off by the gate of the second plane, step into the highest mountain of ancient sword cultivation, and display the second state of Prajna no more that his teacher could only master?
Too many, too many questions!
Xu Xiaoshou, he is just a junior with great reputation, how can He Dehe do all this?
In front of the Void Island, everyone felt that even putting him together with Yu Lingdi was lowering the title of the leader of the spiritual department.
Now Xu Xiaoshou draws his sword and kills the saint. No matter what the process is, the result is this. He has completed a feat that spans the ages.
His achievements, if you think about it carefully, have completely surpassed the eight masters of "three-breath innate, three-year sword immortal"!
"Times are about to change..."
Looking at the black figure that came from high altitude, but whose aura and momentum were gradually declining, many people who were looking up thought like this in their hearts:
With Xu Xiaoshou as the leader, another era in which the waves behind push the waves ahead is coming again.
The last time it was ten seats, this time it was named Xu Xiaoshou, and it was too early, leaving no time for his peers at all.
The water ghost watched the staggering Xu Xiaoshou return, as if he saw a sleeping giant waking up.
At the last moment, it was actually Rao Yaoyao whom he let go.
Let the tiger return to the mountain... This mountain must be Yunlun's mountain.
The water ghost doesn't quite know the true thoughts of the Eight Masters, but he can still guess a thing or two.
If Xu Xiaoshou finally gives up and doesn't pursue the pursuit, Rao Yaoyao will still die, and will die under the power of his secondary door, and then the cause and effect will be borne by his water ghost alone. This is what was planned, and the ending
It won't change.
If Xu Xiaoshou chooses to pursue him, it will be a development now, and the water ghost will let Xu Xiaoshou out and let him become famous in the Yunlun battle.
After all, the path of ancient sword cultivation and the method of cultivation are different from those of spiritual refiners.
Xu Xiaoshou, who is half of the Eight Masters, also needs to be nourished by "fame".
This is the reason why the name "Saint Slave Master" was widely spread around the time Xu Xiaoshou landed on the island.
This move by the water ghost is the last step to add fuel to the flames.
Of course, whether Xu Xiaoshou can bear the consequences after beheading him depends on his own ability.
The water ghost doesn't care much about these.
His mission has ended, he has retired after his success, and it is the Eight Masters who should consider these things.
Not far away, Dao Qiongang, who also knew that the victory was decided and had stopped fighting, looked at the young figure with a somewhat complicated expression.
He lost.
Total loss.
Even the plan to cultivate a good chess piece that could be used in such a foreseeable defeat was smashed by Xu Xiaoshou.
Sure enough, the biggest variable in Void Island is this young man, nothing else.
That change that he Dao Qiongcang failed to calculate on Guizhe Holy Mountain at that time really caused him to lose everything. He couldn't even take a breath to save some money for the next plan.
"The future life is terrible..."
Dao Qiongcang laughed out loud, his eyes filled with nostalgia, recalling the turbulent state of mind he had when he was young and fighting against various geniuses.
Soon, he calmed down and his face no longer fluctuated much.
Failure is not terrible, what is terrible is the inability to accept failure.
In the eyes of the world, the situation of the Holy Temple is completely over and completely defeated.
In Dao Qiongcang's eyes, this is only the worst outcome, but everything has been expected.
This was already evident when he did not choose to take action himself on the Guizhe Holy Mountain, but instead left full power to Yan Wuse to handle the Void Island situation.
At that time, he was in the sky, and in the end he had no choice but to die, and even his body was implicated.
As for now, the outcome is one dead, two dead, or all dead...
Now that things have come to this point, it doesn't really matter anymore to think about it.
From the beginning to the end, this is not your own battlefield, but the enemy's back garden.
So, how to use these deaths to exert residual heat is what the real authorities should consider.
At this moment, Dao Qiongqiang's heart was cold and his blood was also cold. He had long been used to this kind of self.
He could even calmly calculate that the next two developments would be:
Or, this time, the people on Guizhe Holy Mountain and even the five Holy Emperor families were awakened by such shocking information, and the power of the Holy Temple can be re-twisted into a rope under his leadership to fight against the Holy Slaves.
Or, he could resign, but he wouldn't die. He would just leave the next mess to them to deal with, and by the way, all the eyes of the world would be focused on him, so that he could continue his research.
Both developments can be accepted by Tao Qiongcang, and neither is a loss.
Therefore, Dao Qiongcang felt very sorry that Rao Yaoyao could not become his sharpest sword.
But that's all.
He is not a person who dwells on the past.
Compared to this Rao family's sword whetstone, Xu Xiaoshou's world-famous sword was sharpened in advance, so Dao Qiongcang felt that Rao Yaoyao deserved his death.
A chess piece worth only eight points fulfilled her mission excessively:
Knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger awakened the Guizhe Holy Mountain, broke the balance of the five holy emperor families, forced out the trump card of the Eight Masters in advance, and put the immature Xu Xiaoshou at the forefront of the public attention.
Rao Yaoyao's death was so worth it!
Dao Qiongcang doesn't know how long it will take Xu Xiaoshou, who lost the power of the Holy Emperor and fell back to the throne realm overnight, to recover and truly reach the semi-saint realm.
But he knew that this boy's ambition was greater than that of the Eight Masters, and he had more abilities. The foundation of the road was as solid as a rock, which meant it was harder to kill!
During the period of his growth and development, even if the process is short, can he bear so many gazes, including the gaze of the Holy Emperor?
Killing with praise is the most invisible way to kill someone.
After Xu Xiaoshou finishes the Void Island, it is time for the world to roast him on the fire. Whether he will become a roasted suckling pig or a real gold that is not afraid of fire, the sky will wait and see.
The Dao Palace Master, who had considered all the interests in a short period of time, quickly turned his gaze to the other side and saw the Eight Masters who had been brought into the battle by Mei Jiren who had woken up.
He believed that the current Xu Xiaoshou could not imagine so many follow-ups, but Bazun Shu could imagine them.
So this person is really crazy, he dares to believe that Xu Xiaoshou can successfully find a way out in the turmoil by doing something like this.
Life or death lies in the future.
So, Xu Xiaoshou, how will you develop?
Will you follow the path I have arranged for you and be used by me?
There was a hint of expectation in Dao Qiongcang's eyes.
"So tired..."
"I've reached the top and can't hold on any longer..."
After returning from the space crack, Xu Xiaoshou's strength flowed away quickly like ebbing water.
He was so weak that he almost fainted and stumbled in the air.
"Xu Xiaoshou!" The fragrant wind blew across his face, and a silver-haired teary Xi'er stepped forward and supported Xu Xiaoshou, who was weakening after the fierce battle.
"Come on." Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were drooped, his whole body was cracked, and he almost fell into the sky. He tilted his head and lay in the soft arms of his junior sister. It was rare for him to feel at ease.
"Okay! You should rest first." Upon seeing this, Xieyier couldn't help but feel a flash of distress in her eyes.
It is unimaginable that she would feel unbearable pain even if she inherited the power of a single Holy Emperor. Xu Xiaoshou, as the center of the Four Divine Pillars, would suffer the same pain as inheriting the power of the four Holy Emperors.
Not to mention that after that, he supported his exhausted body, crossed the space flow, and used the sword "Prajna Wu".
This guy used to have a body that could never be exhausted no matter how much he was used up. He was as strong as a Kui ox with boundless energy.
Now he looks like he has been sucked dry of all his essence and blood!
Lei Xi'er knew that the second level of ancient swordsmanship was definitely not that easy to achieve.
Xu Xiaoshou borrowed such a breath from nowhere, but after that sword blow, he was afraid that all his energy and spirit were completely lost with "Prajna Wu".
"Can Xu Xiaoshou really recover from this kind of damage at the Daoji level..."
"He's still pushing himself too hard. He obviously doesn't have to do this for the Eight Masters!"
Lei Xi'er felt her heart twitch for some reason, her brows were furrowed, and she quickly realized that she was under the influence of Mu Zixi.
As soon as the magic child turned around, her expression returned to calmness, she picked Xu Xiaoshou up sideways and swallowed up all the remaining demonic energy in his body.
"call!"
A whole body of life essence escaped and was passively swallowed by Xu Xiaoshou.
Not only did this not affect Lei Xi'er's own condition, it actually made her look more mature and glamorous.
The ultimate demonic body is constantly devouring the vitality of infants. The more she releases, the more she can regain herself and her strength.
"Xu Xiaoshou..." Xiao Kongtong saw in the distance that Xu Xiaoshou was so weak that he could hardly protect himself, so he subconsciously wanted to step forward.
Zhu Yiyi stopped him, "What do you want to do?"
"Why are you pulling me back?" Xiao Kongtong looked back and glared at him. Doesn't this guy care at all?
The two of them have completed many patient exchanges in the Yuanfu world, and they can be regarded as half-familiar friends.
"Why did you go there again?"
"I care! Xu Xiaoshou is half of my junior brother!"
"Is it your turn to care? You are very abrupt when you go up now." Zhu Yiyi held his forehead.
"Where did I stand out?"
"What's wrong with you?"
Zhu Yiyi pulled back Xiao Kongtong, a conspicuous person who only knew how to fight but had no eyesight, and pointed vaguely at him, with the corners of his lips almost reaching his temples:
"Look, how harmonious they are..."
Xiao Kongtong looked along his fingertips.
Above the broken ruins, a woman with silver hair flying in the wind was wearing a green short skirt that was incompatible with her graceful figure. In her arms was the big devil Xu Xiaoshou, who was in love with the little bird.
In this picture, it seems that both of them have their own unique features, but when combined together, they are very eye-catching.
The priorities seem to be reversed, but it doesn't hurt?
Needless to say, there is no need to say much about Lei Xi'er's appearance. She is as graceful as a picture, with a fairy-like and tender posture, and her words are not spoken, and her aura is like a quiet orchid.
Even if there is dirt on his cheeks, it still can't hide the cold and charming temperament. Instead, it adds a bit of the human fireworks of a fairy who fell into the mortal world, making his existence and reality even more evident.
No matter how weak Xu Xiaoshou was, with a lackluster appearance and body, he had long since become extraordinary and handsome thanks to repeated "strength" reinforcements.
In the past, he always covered up his appearance and kept his body hidden for fear of surprising others, so it was difficult for outsiders to detect him.
Now that he has exhausted all his strength, his face is revealed, a face that is both delicate and delicate despite his bravery, and weak despite his toughness. Just like the young master in the painting, he is often sick while practicing martial arts. He is actually born delicate.
As soon as the eyes moved, his strong arms exposed under the torn clothes after the war, and the well-proportioned bronze muscles on his abdomen as if they had been carefully carved by immortal spirits, all proved that he relied on his own strength in the previous battle.
Power is not an illusion.
Xiao Kongtong looked at it and understood a little.
Isn't this the combination of teacher and mistress that I saw when I was a child?
The focus of the world seemed to be fixed on this talented and beautiful pair of princesses at this moment, and no one said anything for a long time.
There was nothing to praise or lament about Xu Xiaoshou's combat prowess, and everyone's attention began to shift:
"Haha, so Xu Xiaoshou is so strong? I really can't tell when he is wearing clothes! These muscle lines are too...his! I can't stand it, I really can't stand it!"
"Who is that silver-haired woman? Her appearance is simply astonishing. She should be on the most beautiful list!"
"Yes, she is so beautiful, why have I never seen her before? How can there be such a woman around Xu Xiaoshou? I remember that he only has one silly junior sister, what is his name?"
"Maybe it's her? The female transformation?"
"Then this change is too exaggerated!"
"Look, her silver hair, her eyes... are so beautiful! I have never seen such beautiful eyes, one black and one white, strange and powerful, mysterious and noble. What kind of eyes are these?"
"...The tearful boy, that is not beauty, that is the beginning of sin." Li Fugui sighed deeply.
The few people who knew the past of the children from the Lei family changed their expressions, feeling a little more pitiful for the silver-haired woman's life experience.
But at the same time, such a past, such a face, combined with the present appearance, add an even more mysterious atmosphere.
This post-war scene is imprinted in the minds of countless people. It is so beautiful and picturesque.
"Ta, ta, ta..."
Steady, steady footsteps came from behind the ruins.
Someone turned their eyes after hearing the sound, and saw Mei Jiren, who looked weak but had a look of happiness and pride on his face, waving his fan wildly.
Several large characters on the fan are thick and colorful, ready to be read:
"A boy can be taught!"
Only then did everyone realize that Xu Xiaoshou seemed to be Mei Jiren's student.
So how proud should a teacher be when a student recreates his stunning sword in front of the teacher?
But before his thoughts could be settled, the man who passed behind Mei and walked into everyone's sight really caused an uproar in the hearts of all those who were looking at him on the battlefield.
There is a scar on the neck and only eight fingers on the hand...
Eight Masters!
This person who was far away from the Forest of Miracles in the previous spiritual mirror scene, moving forward step by step unhurriedly, finally arrived on the battlefield.
He only stayed behind and did nothing. The situation fell to him, and the pillars of the Holy Temple were chopped down.
Now that he steps here, he only has to face the last person.
His old rival, Dao Qiongcang!
So, will there still be suspense?
From the horizon, Dao Qiong turned his eyes and looked down. He raised the corners of his lips and took the lead:
"Ba Zunzun, to be honest, I'm not used to you entering the scene so quietly."
"If it were you before, now the clouds would be moving in all directions, the thunder of swords would be heard, and you would make a stunning appearance after attracting thousands of people's attention."
"You are getting old after all."
"I also learned how to scheme with others behind the scenes, and became the most annoying rat that you hate... just like me!"
Everyone was shocked when they heard that Dao Qiongcang actually devalued himself, just to hurt Bazun Shu with one word?
Is this an old rival...
Their eyes fell on the empty-faced Bazun Shu, who indeed looked a bit downcast, and everyone secretly felt sad.
It seems that what Dao Qiongcang said is right.
The Eighth Sword Immortal, this character who only exists in legends, is really old!
But at this time, the Eight Masters laughed loudly.
While everyone was astonished, he stepped forward on the ruins, splashing dust all over the ground, and chanted loudly:
"When I have a great dream, I come from heaven. I have no desire to disturb the world, and half of the world is welcoming flowers."
"After waking up from this dream, I came from the dust and became an immortal, how can I not be free and happy?"
After a pause, the eight statues looked up into the sky, seeming to smile but not smiling:
"Dao Qiongcang, you are so nostalgic, are you still living in the past?"