Chapter 1321: The Five Monsters on Heting Mountain, who have been in love with each other for half their lives
Phase...
What?
Come to ‘Shou Ye’ again?
The trump card of the Eight Masters, is it me again?!
Xu Xiaoshou almost spit out a mouthful of blood, stood there with his face turning purple, and finally turned around and left with a fan in hand.
"You guys are playing, but I won't accompany you."
"Hey, don't!" Aunt Xiang stood up in a hurry, "You don't want your 'unparalleled genius'?"
"As long as I don't wade into troubled waters, why do I need so many people? The configuration on the first floor in the sky is enough now."
"What about your master? Have you made thorough preparations to attack the Holy Mountain?"
Click.
Xu Xiaoshou grabbed the door handle and stopped.
This door was as heavy as a stone, and for a while even the "strong" body comparable to the Holy Body couldn't push it open.
I have to say that Aunt Xiang’s words touched Xu Xiaoshou’s heart.
In the past, he said, "When I sit on the throne, I will dare to carry my sword and go to the Holy Mountain." Now it seems like a joke!
It is far from enough to rely on the efforts of one person alone.
The Holy Temple is so huge that even the Eight Masters need outside help before they dare to sound the horn of attack.
Even if I now use all my passive skills, my status is all ignited, I can explode to the limit, and I can fight to the death to fight two or three half-saints, I still can't be a ten-seat semi-saint, like Jiang Buyi.
What about the rest?
If the five great holy emperor families are really going to be dispatched, there will be five holy emperors just on the surface, right?
As for the ten-member council, they could gather together ten half-saints who were far superior to Jiang Buyi.
Behind them, there are also the Semi-Saint families who have always been the stand of the Holy Temple. Even if the quality is Jiang Buyi, the quantity is enough.
We have the Third Ancestor of White Vein, the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, add Feng Yujin, and barely make up five Holy Emperor cards.
The five crippled Holy Emperors, each in a bad state, can be counted even if they are rounded up, and they can compete with the enemy Holy Emperors on the same level.
The remaining "Jiang Buyi" in the Holy Temple will be left to Mei Jiren, Yu Mo and other cutting-edge combat forces to digest, and those who are outrageous will be counted as one against ten.
The Eight Masters also converted him into a Holy Emperor, but he couldn't end easily. He had to keep an eye on the variables on the other side, right?
Otherwise, wouldn't he become Dao Qiongcang who can be manipulated by others on Void Island?
Are these enough?
Still not enough, far from enough!
No matter how you calculate it, if Xu Xiaoshou can't get enough of it, he can launch a general attack and kill the super combat power of the Holy Mountain.
The Guizhe Holy Mountain hanging outside Yujing City and floating in the sky is so small and yet so huge.
Just looking at it, little by little, little by little, people will be overwhelmed.
But maybe this "Qilin" can hold it, and the delicately balanced scale is like adding a weight to one's own side, which can tilt it slightly...
Xu Xiaoshou turned around and said seriously: "Let's talk about the details. It's a castle in the air. It's too easy for something to happen."
Aunt Xiang's worry turned into a smile, and she suddenly understood how important sleeveless was in this young man's heart:
"If you are willing to talk, that would be the best, but don't put too much pressure on me."
"Ba Zunzun and Water Ghost are full of praise for you. They said that on Void Island, you have completed at least half of the tasks in Operation Water Ghost."
"And when you finish this, the four divine pillars haven't been opened yet, so you rely entirely on your own abilities."
Aunt Xiang patted her huge breasts and solemnly promised:
"Perhaps it sounds to you that Ba Zunxun said that he believed in you and called you Shouye because he wanted to tease you and make fun of you."
"But I've known him for so long, and I've never heard him praise anyone like this, even if it was a joke... Oh, except for Shen Yi."
After a pause, Aunt Xiang shook her head and corrected herself: "No, it should be said that he never jokes, even if it sounds like it."
"Being praised, passive value, +1."
Xu Xiaoshou almost burst into laughter and replied, "Is it true?" After looking at the information column, he felt as if cold water had been poured on him, and he quickly came back to his senses.
"Don't brag." He returned to the table and sat down, pouring himself a glass of wine. "When will we take action?"
"Just for these few days, I can do it at any time." Aunt Xiang was obviously well prepared, "What about you?"
"I can't, I have to prepare a little bit."
Xu Xiaoshou had just received the Tianzu inheritance and was rushed to Yougui Pavilion like a duck.
This resulted in the many trophies he won after the battle on Void Island not yet being digested.
The sacred medicine of the Miracle Forest, dragon apricots, dragon blood, various stolen treasures, people, insights, and even the passive value of the biggest head...
Not used at all!
He is in desperate need of a small, enclosed space.
Before he went in, he was Xu Xiaoshou, and after he came out, he could become Xu Xiaoshou, and his combat power was more than doubled.
"Then I'll give you some time to get ready. By the way, do you need some venting products?" Aunt Xiang asked.
"Volume product?"
"For example, Ah Yao."
"...No need to!"
"Oh, so it's not this kind of preparation." Aunt Xiang thought thoughtfully, staring at the slightly embarrassed sick man, and said with a smile:
"I won't tease you anymore. My aunt has already invited the people on the first floor of the sky for you. You don't need to think too much."
"They will enter the city one after another in the near future. Then they will meet you secretly. You can tell me who you need."
"You are very dangerous recently, please be careful, even if you are pretending well."
Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, my people could be invited in advance, you are quite prepared!
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. You are Master Shou now, the second-in-command of the Saint Slave. Your status is even higher than mine, an outsider of the Saint Slave. It's my duty to take care of these trivial matters for you. It's all for your convenience~"
"Well……"
"Okay, that's it, you don't have to think about the action, I will plan it. The old slut is very busy recently, maybe the worst result we expected will not happen. You can tell aunt when you are ready."
"good."
How cool!
This feeling of having someone take care of trivial but important things that you have to pay attention to is so refreshing. Finally, you don’t have to do everything by yourself.
But having said that, when will my Li Fugui arrive? There is no way Aunt Xiang can poach her...
The First Floor also needs such a character who can endure hardships...
"This room will be left to you. Don't worry, it's absolutely safe." Aunt Xiang acted resolutely, finalized the matter, stood up and was about to leave:
"Again, if you need anything, just tell me, don't be shy."
"Attention, anything is OK, including Ah Yao~"
"Suggested, passive value, +1."
Why do you keep talking about Ah Yao...Xu Xiao's head was hurting, and he was about to wave his hands to drive people away, when he remembered something:
"By the way, don't leave yet. Tell me about Old Man Sang. What did you mention, Burning Qin?"
Xu Xiaoshou's impression of Sang Lao still stayed in the Eighth Palace, on those things that seemed to be nothing, but now that he thinks about them, they are very contradictory:
The deputy dean of Tiansang Linggong, who resigned from the position of dean because he maimed a Linggong student, was able to fend off the night attack of the masked man Ba Zunshu for the sake of the Linggong students.
After knowing that he is the second-in-command of the Saint Slave, his strength feels very unmatched. Even Taixu can barely reach it - the god behind him is also a ten-level god, and Cen Qiaofu is the legendary Taixu who killed Daoxu in one night!
It can be said that Sang Lao is weak. He also improved the second-generation Cheshen Nian and created the sleeveless red-scorched hands. He is also one of the four sons of the Holy Palace. He has amazing talents and has an ambiguous relationship with Jinzhao's lineage.
Later, I learned that Sang Lao's strength fluctuated up and down because his Dao foundation was damaged in the battle with Gou Wuyue. But even Gou Wuyue couldn't do it. How did he become the second-in-command of the Saint Slave?
This old man Sang is so conflicted.
But if you ask him, he won't answer, and you can't ask now. If you ask Bazun, Bazun is too lazy to answer.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that the only person who could give him an answer was Aunt Xiang, who lived in the same era and was half a Saint slave.
"You mean burning the piano?" Aunt Xiang looked back.
"Yes, this is the name of his power in the Central Territory?" Xu Xiaoshou couldn't figure out why Mr. Sang could come up with the word "burning the piano", but he thought it was natural.
After all, burning the piano is a rude thing in itself, and it really suits him.
"You don't know anything?"
"Basically don't know."
"Good guy, Bazun You are really lazy..." Aunt Xiang came back to her paces, sat down and said, "Auntie, let me explain it to you."
Xu Xiaoshou looked attentively.
"In your eastern region, Saint Slave Wu Xiu may be famous."
"But in the Central Territory, about sixteen or seventeen years ago, at that time, the famous ones were not the 'Sleeveless', but the 'Erotic Five Elders'."
The five evil elders... Xu Xiaoshou chewed on this word and felt that he might have interpreted "burning the piano" a little too much. Maybe what Sang Lao wanted was the rude literal meaning.
"There are three mountains in the central region, Guizhe and Four Tombs, Heting Mountain."
"You should know the first two. Although the reputation of the latter one is not as good as before, sixteen or seventeen years ago, it was also ranked as one of the three mountains."
"Why?" Xu Xiaoshou played the role of a listener very well.
"Heting Mountain was originally the third highest mountain in the Central Region and a beautiful place. All parties and factions wanted to fight for it. In the end, they fought and fought without success, so it became a famous mountain without an owner."
"There are many casual cultivators on the mountain, each of which is extremely powerful, including Taixu. They don't like to join the sect, so they often gather at the top of the mountain to discuss Taoism and compete in martial arts, and each of them improves his or her cultivation."
"One day decades ago, I forget the exact time. In short, the five elders went up the mountain and beat everyone up."
"Uh." Xu Xiaoshou felt that Mr. Sang could indeed do such inexplicable things.
"Those five elders are extremely powerful, but they all have weird tempers."
"They couldn't stand that the people in the mountains were arty, drank wine and wrote poems, and the monks competed in martial arts and kept up the points. They looked like cowards, so they killed them."
"The people on the mountain were crippled, dead, and finally scattered like birds and beasts... Oh, it is worth mentioning that at that time, your master and Ba Zunzhen had already had a disagreement."
Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful.
This refers to the people on the mountain, and the scolding is Ba Zunzhen, right?
"The reputation of the 'Five Evil Elders' spread quickly. No one knows the real names of these five people, they only refer to them by their code names."
"One is called 'burning the harp and cooking cranes', the other is 'washing the feet in the clear spring', and there are three others: 'backing the mountain and raising the building', 'sipping tea against the flowers' and 'sipping the Tao under the pine tree'."
There is indeed someone who is quite disgraceful and rude, and it is you, Old Man Sang... Xu Xiaoshou almost wanted to laugh: "What happened next?"
"Heting Mountain belongs to everyone, how could it be occupied by the Five Elders like this?"
"Whether it's for fame, or for battle, or for the mountain, in short, time and time again, a large number of high-ranking scholars gathered outside, including members of the sect, family, and descendants of the Taixu forces, and began to attack the mountain."
Aunt Xiang shook her head and sighed in surprise:
"No one can beat Wu Lao, not at all!"
"Those Zhan Dao, Taixu, turned from elegant people into despicable and despicable people. They used all kinds of wheel fighting, group fighting, and attrition warfare, but they were still beaten to pieces and fled in despair."
"The Five Elders are so famous that they are so arrogant this time that they challenge all the heroes in the world. As long as they dare to climb the mountain and defeat them, they can join the winner's sect!"
"But after a few years, no one succeeded. The name of the Five Evil Elders was completely spread across the five regions, and Heting Mountain also had a real owner... At its peak, Heting's reputation was no worse than that of the other two mountains."
"Some people say that the Five Elders of Shaqing are only half-saints away from being half-saints. If the opportunity comes, they can go there at any time. By then, there will be a holy land for casual cultivators no less important than Guizhe Holy Mountain and Siling Mountain!"
"The Holy Temple was alerted and wanted to recruit him, but he was beaten away by the Five Elders."
Can it still be like this?
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked, how dare you?
Aunt Xiang read his thoughts and said with a smile: "The Five Evil Elders are only evil and do not cause trouble. It is impossible for the Holy Temple to go out to destroy them. Heting Mountain is also a mountain without an owner."
That's it... Xu Xiaoshou felt that there was a "but" and said: "Let's start the turning point!"
Aunt Xiang rolled her eyes, but didn't say much. She took the wine glass from Xu Xiaoshou and continued:
"At that time, Lao Gou was still in his prime and full of high spirits."
"Become the Seven Sword Immortal, join the Holy Temple Hall, and as an outsider, take the position of the Taoist Lord in White, and sweep away almost all the dark forces in the Central Region."
"He was very crazy. He was once as good as the Eight Masters. But if he wasn't crazy at that time, who would be?"
Lao Gou...
Is this Aunt Xiang’s nickname for Gou Wuyue? Sure enough, everyone has the same name.
Xu Xiaoshou nodded without saying anything and continued to listen. He vaguely remembered that Mr. Sang's Daoji was damaged due to the battle with Gou Wuyue.
"White clothes are responsible for eradicating the dark forces on the mainland... There were no Saint Slaves at that time, or it could be said that the Saint Slaves were still completely hidden under the water, and no one knew about it."
"Lao Gou is targeting another organization. No one knows its name or what specific actions it is engaged in."
"But in the gray area of the Central Territory, all the dark realms have been eradicated. Everything that happens after that, big or small, seems to be controlled by an invisible big hand, eventually leading to a situation that is very unfavorable to the Holy Temple.
"
"If the Holy Temple is the Lord of Light on the mainland, then this invisible hand that has taken root in the Central Territory, took back all the gray wings, and sucked the blood of the Holy Temple to grow is the Lord of Darkness.
"
"It was this hand that Lao Gou targeted. After many attempts and efforts, he got the name of the hand with great effort."
"People in the dark world call it 'sleeveless'!"
Here it comes... Xu Xiaoshou didn't expect that Old Man Sang had such a past, and that he had once integrated the dark world of the Central Territory?
"In order to catch Wuxiu, Lao Gou put aside all other things and focused on this."
"He arrested people, interrogated, and tracked them, but failed again and again, wasting people, money, and materials in vain. He was punished by the Holy Temple, and the image of the white-robed ruler began to plummet."
"But he has completely become the dog of the Holy Temple. In other words, he has gone completely crazy because of this invisible opponent. He is still tracking and refuses to give up."
It's understandable for sword cultivators... Xu Xiaoshou could imagine the mood of the ancient sword cultivator after facing an invisible opponent but failing repeatedly. Gou Wuyue would never give up, let alone give up.
"Wu Xiu has repeatedly played tricks on Lao Gou, but as long as this nail is there, he is constrained everywhere and repeatedly hits the wall. The risk of action increases again and again, and the price becomes higher again and again."
"If things go on like this, it will only be a matter of time before they are found out. After realizing this, Wu Xiu looked for an opportunity to sell a flaw."
"These two people, who are full of bad luck, meet!"
Xu Xiaoshou was moved but did not interrupt. Aunt Xiang continued:
"The war is about to break out, but there will be no result."
"The ambush set by Wu Xiu cannot trap the high-spirited swordsman. Lao Gou breaks through at the moment of battle. If he does not have the status of a semi-saint, he can be canonized immediately."
"He killed one person! I'll give you a key mark!"
Aunt Xiang paused and said:
"Wu Xiu Tai knows how to deal with ancient sword cultivators. He starts from the heart of the Tao, starting from Lao Gou's 'Wuyu Sword' which is only half a step away. He fights and retreats to temporarily avoid the edge."
"But in a few words, he said that the Holy Temple has become the biggest shackles that restrict freedom, and it is also the root that Lao Gou cannot break through."
"Wuxiu couldn't kill Lao Gou, and Lao Gou couldn't keep Wu Xiu. After the war, the two became each other's inner demons."
Aunt Xiang sighed a little, put her hands in her hands, and her eyes wandered: "Both of them are geniuses, no matter how good they are, they are really a perfect match!"
Uh, are you focusing on the wrong thing... Xu Xiaoshou asked: