Through the imprint left in the Han Palace Emperor Realm, Xu Xiaoshou can know what is happening in Tingyuge Pavilion at the moment.
He was surprised that the Moon Palace had left the relics of God and behaved like a god.
Isn’t this really the King of Hell’s point of view?
Dai'er, Yue Gong Tui...
In other words, this month the fox has no secret of life and no proficiency in weaving. It is impossible to tell at a glance that they are two puppets of heaven.
But based on intuition alone, he almost caught Dao Qiongcang!
"What a pity."
The method of super-magical memory has truly terrifying effects when applied in any non-combat scenario.
Xu Xiaoshou watched Yue Gong leave Sohun Dai'er and Yue Gong teach, and finally came to the conclusion that "he is very suspicious".
But if you don’t want to be hit by Dao Qiang, be more confident and directly obliterate...
Well, to Dao Qiongcang, that's just the loss of two Tianji puppets.
However, it has been so long since the Relics of the Gods, and Yue Gongli still hasn’t seen it. Is the way of memory, the old slut, transcendent?
Well, it's possible that you can see it, but without the same type of transcendent enlightenment to resist, such as the avenue of wishful thinking, the memory has been secretly replaced again?
"How disgusting."
Across the entire Saint Emperor's secret realm, Xu Xiaoshou could feel the difficulty of Dao Qiongtian.
When he left, he blurred the consciousness of all the maids in Tingyu Pavilion during their fantasy time, and did not do anything superfluous.
But Ping'er actually remembered the general process...
This could only be a smoke bomb released by the old slut in order to protect himself, or to protect the secret puppet "Dao Dai'er".
The effect is also very good.
Not only did it delay time.
He also pushed the blame on himself, thereby eliminating the possibility that Tianji's puppet would be picked out by Yue Gongli's various pursuits.
"But forget it, nothing will ever be done."
Look at the old slut trying so hard to protect himself.
With the thought that they were all friends and had imprinted so many memories from him, Xu Xiaoshou showed his aura openly.
He was transferred into the realm of Emperor Wurao in a grand manner with the identity of Hua Zhiyao and the image of a passerby as an elder.
For a while, I believe no one can catch me.
This wave of self-exposure simply provided a cover for Dao Qiongcang, which solved his urgent need.
"My way, I hope you can remember my kindness..."
No longer paying attention to Tingyu Pavilion, he was in Wurao. Xu Xiaoshou polluted the memory imprint here while looking around. His first reaction was:
"So bleak!"
Looking around, there are ruins and ruins everywhere.
Compared with Tingyu Pavilion, where the flowers are fragrant and the birds are singing, Wurao Emperor Realm is simply a wasteland.
The mountains and forests have collapsed, the vegetation has been sculpted, and the rivers and lakes have dried up... There is not even a trace of life here, and it is full of traces of post-war dilapidation.
There are various large pits and abyss left on the ground, which move thousands of miles away, as if they were penetrated by huge meteorites, and there are various criss-crossing sword marks torn apart.
It is not difficult to see that this is left over from the battle between Hua Changdeng and Yu Lao.
The traces of the battle were from east to west and from south to north. It was really not my own home, and no one called for a stop. The two sides fought without mercy.
The ones who suffer the most are the Wurao people who have lost the protection of the Holy Emperor.
"Where are the people?"
There were lots of dead bones everywhere, only crows and vultures came and went, but not a single living person was seen.
Xu Xiaoshou climbed to the sky in one step and traveled thousands of miles in an instant, but still could not get out of the "battlefield".
He bent down and picked up a handful of dirt.
Wurao loess carries the longest memory of this place and has witnessed all the big and small things that have happened here.
Xu Xiaoshou felt something in his heart, and used grotesque tricks to knead himself into loess and blend into the land.
Then, through the three paths of body, soul and mind, I can "assimilate" myself into the ruined land of Wurao and trace the past.
"boom!"
His thoughts were shaken, and he saw the sky cracking, and the shadow covering the sky passing through the sky. Only the wings of the roc were visible, and it was difficult to see the whole body.
He heard Yu Lao's voice: "Hua Changdeng, I was granted the title of Saint Emperor just by accident. I don't want to compete with you Yunshan and other tribes for the land of Wurao, so why are you so aggressive?"
When the roc passes by, blood rains from the sky.
At this time, Mr. Yu was seriously injured and covered in blood. His voice was full of indignation and helplessness.
A line of white clothes floated from a distance, holding a lamp in the left hand and a sword in the right hand, with a freehand posture, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle:
"Having been granted the title of Holy Emperor and ascending the ladder to heaven, it is obvious that his ambition is obvious. Now he has been injured by the ghost-hunting sword, and he is talking about 'undesired'..."
He obviously didn't believe what Yu Lao said, he shook his head slightly and said emphatically:
"This fight will never end well."
The old fish is very angry, the big roc spreads its wings and stirs up huge storms.
The mighty power of the Holy Emperor roared through the air, destroying Taoism and wreaking havoc. When it came to Hua Changdeng, three swords appeared around him.
The sword is illusory, its whole body is gloomy, and it forms a cloth in the formation of three talents.
With three swords protecting his body, Hua Chang Deng was not disturbed by the power of the Holy Emperor. On the contrary, he slowly slashed the hunting ghost in his hand, and with a sword on his chest, the light shone brightly.
"Woo——"
It's not the sound of Kun, but the sound of ghosts.
Sen Han's sword light passed through the air, and he cut off Dapeng's left wing with one sword, leaving a terrifying tangle of sword intent on its wound.
Sword ghost means ghost!
Xu Xiaoshou was shocked when he saw it.
This sword is too strong. Even if it is thrown out casually, the Holy Emperor Fish Kunpeng cannot resist it at all. Kunpeng's defense is like paper.
Moreover, after the wing was broken, the sword was slashed across the wound, clearly preventing the restoration of vitality.
The last time Xu Xiaoshou saw such a situation was with Bazun Shu.
There is a terrifying sword energy tangled in the body of the Eight Masters.
Although it is not as powerful as what Hua Changdeng is showing now, it is still torturing people's bodies every moment.
But the Eight Masters are the Eight Masters after all.
He used this as a basis to build an immortal sword body, which made up for the innate shortcomings of his physical body. He made great progress and made further progress.
However……
How many of the eight deities in the world know each other?
Yu Lao couldn't withstand the damage from the sword spirit ghost at all. He immediately screamed in pain, staggered back and flew away, and at the same time shouted happily:
"I don't know why!"
"I didn't even want to confer the title of Holy Emperor. I never thought that I would do so all of a sudden, and that I would suddenly be on the ladder to heaven. This was not my intention!"
His voice was full of pain and confusion as he couldn't figure out the cause and effect:
"I live in Nanming, and I don't want to play in your holy emperor's secret realm. If I did, why would I become a Kunpeng divine envoy earlier?"
"If I directly enter your Yunshan Mountain and become a holy emperor's envoy, wouldn't that be even more nourishing?"
Hua Changdeng obviously didn't believe what he said, so he raised his sword and continued to chase:
"When a bird is about to die, its song is mournful; when a man is about to die, its words are also kind."
The "goodness" he refers to here obviously does not mean that Yu Lao's words are credible, but that he just thinks they are beautiful and pleasant to say, but they are not his true intentions.
After all, judging from Yu Lao’s deeds.
To be granted the title of Holy Emperor, to climb up the ladder to heaven, and to grab without mercy is an indisputable fact.
"It's annoying! It's annoying! It's annoying!"
Mr. Yu yelled a few times in a fit of temper, knowing that he couldn't explain clearly and couldn't beat him again and again, so he had no choice but to run away.
The roc turned into a giant kun, like sinking into the deep sea. When it fell, it disappeared into the vast ocean of the great road.
"You have nothing to hide."
Hua Changdeng whispered softly.
Of course he was concerned about the "cunning", but he was fooled around by Xu Xiaoshou, and he couldn't even touch it.
But in a combat environment, the world's first holy emperor in the world of ancient sword cultivators is really too comprehensive!
The three sword ghosts around his body were radiating light one after another. The Hua Chang Lantern's body escaped into his mind, and his mind returned to the spirit, completely liberating the fighting form:
"Fengdu rises, Wangchuan appears!"
Drinking it once, day and night in Wurao Emperor's realm were reversed, and yin and yang were confused.
Visions of Fengdu rose up in various places, and the structure of eighteen levels of hell was formed, with tall ghost towers and numerous forest halls.
The Lords of Hell in the ten palaces either hold edicts, carry seals, carry chains, or hang swords... Each one is a hundred feet tall, looking down upon the underworld. When he appears, he issues edicts to hundreds of ghosts.
So hundreds of ghosts walked at night, howling across the border. Wherever they went, the living would give way and the dead would go around.
The Forgotten River surges with boundless force, pouring into the eighteen levels of hell, submerging everything.
The Wurao Emperor Realm was directly overturned by the red and turbid water, and the spirits of life and death were sinking and floating in it.
This realm rules the Great Road, and is placed in the endless River of Forgetfulness. Yukunpeng, who naturally hides under the deep sea of the Great Road, appears under such a sea of suffering as if he has thrown himself into a trap.
"Hua! Chang! Lamp!"
Yu Lao's shouts were full of despair.
He clearly has tried his best, but they are both Holy Emperors. The Kunpeng Holy Emperor proudly dominates the world, and the Yunshan Holy Emperor covers the sky with one hand.
One step, one step.
No matter how much Yu Lao jumps around, he is like a clown, unable to escape from the palm of Hua Changdeng's hand.
A pile of bones, an altar of hundreds of ghosts.
The fire of karma is faint, and the yin cao can be repaired.
"die!"
An altar of hundreds of ghosts is built high above the Wangchuan River. This altar towers into the black sky and blocks all roads. A long lantern stands on the altar, transforming into the Lord of Fengdu.
He hunted ghosts in his hands and cut them down with one sword after another.
Under the boundless Forgotten River, Kun beasts kept wailing, and the bloody water gurgled, with each wave getting higher than the next.
The roaring breath of death not only drowned Yu Lao in the Forgotten River, but even Xu Xiaoshou, who had transformed into a ball of loess, felt suffocated on his face.
"powerful……"
Terribly strong!
Incredibly strong!
Hua Changdeng wields the sword with ease, which is extremely freehand.
But the condescending aura of the Lord of Fengdu is like seeing the bright moon and feeling like a duckweed is like me. It is really unshakable.
"Loving the common people is nothing more than becoming a virtual ancestor, right?"
"Is this the fighting power of the Eight Masters who were able to stop their advance and cut off two of their fingers, leaving a scar on their neck?"
Xu Xiaoshou discovered that along the way, he had never seen the frontal combat power of Yanyan Ancient Sword Cultivator, the most amazing person in the so-called "unlimited" heyday.
Gu Laoqiang opened the mysterious door, but he could only glimpse a corner of the mystery, but could not use half of the sword.
Eight Masters of Swords I rushed to the ruins of the gods, but I only made a brief comment. In fact, I still had to use my sword to slay the evil spirit.
This is all within the scope of cognition.
Huachang Deng seems to have surpassed Xu Xiaoshou's understanding of combat effectiveness.
Compared with Rao Wangze, who is destroyed by the wind and perishes by evil spirits, the fighting power displayed by the Holy Emperor of Yunshan is more than a thousand times, ten thousand times higher!
Liu Fuyu once made a sword from Fengdu.
Apart from the imagery in the "Guan Jian Canon", that was the pinnacle use of ghost swordsmanship that Xu Xiaoshou had ever seen in the real world.
But Liu Fuyu's sword in Fengdu is like a drop in the ocean or a pebble in the galaxy, compared to Hua Changdeng's master in Fengdu.
"The gap of thirty years is really so outrageous. Is this the 'unlimited limit' of ancient sword cultivation?"
In the weird magic state, Xu Xiaoshou turned into loess and had no scalp, but his scalp was still numb for a while.
No wonder Ba Zun admitted frankly that he was ashamed of himself when it came to ghost swordsmanship.
No wonder the Eight Masters once said that if you want to learn ghost swordsmanship, there is only one master of Fengdu in the world, so just go and observe the swordsmanship of Hua Changdeng.
At this moment, after seeing the performance of Huachang Lantern Sword killing Yu Lao, Xu Xiaoshou even started to worry about Lao Ba.
This leader of the holy slaves who walked from the Tiansang Ling Palace to the realm of ghosts and Buddhas has always been the pinnacle of the five realms for those who resist the prison and pursue freedom.
Even though he was disabled and in unstable condition, he basically couldn't fight in various battles. After only sitting in the tent, his performance was still like a miracle.
His existence is a miracle, a possibility squeezed out of the impossible.
It was with his young sword that he tore open a corner of the prison cage made by the Five Holy Emperors' families, causing light to pour in, and the weeds growing under the shade of the big tree appeared.
But can a tree or a clump of grass really be a match for a whole life, as well as these gods and Buddhas on the ladder to heaven?
A hungry sponge, frantically absorbing the nutrients of ghost swordsmanship.
Xu Xiaoshou no longer wanted to think too much. He was in Fengdu, felt the same, and frantically analyzed the core of Hua Changdeng, the sword master of Fengdu.
Together with the three sword ghosts, body ghost, spirit ghost, and mind ghost, he is stealing the master.
His body, soul, and mind are three-dimensional, and he has become a Taoist. He can't create it on his own, and he doesn't believe that he can't steal Hua Changdeng's three-sword sword ghost.
Of course the stolen ones cannot be surpassed!
But Xu Xiao was not only fascinated by the Sword Demon, he was also studying the Eight Masters' Sword Demon.
He knew very well that only when these three-sword sword ghosts and two-sword swordsmen were all brought under the famous swordsmanship, even if the eight masters were defeated by then, would he have the possibility of being better than his master.
"Um?"
On the Altar of Hundred Ghosts, the Hua Chang Lantern hunted ghosts Wushuang, and suddenly let out a soft cry.
He stopped and made a behavior that was completely different from what Wurao Huang Tu remembered - he looked at Huang Tu!
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
After saying these words, Xu Xiaoshou knew that he had been exposed.
The grotesque magic tricks turn the fictitious into reality and have the effect of concealing the truth.
What's more, Xu Xiao's three realms of body, spirit and mind are all transcendental. It couldn't be easier to pretend to be a handful of dirt.
But Huachangdeng can see through...
It’s expected and reasonable!
This extraordinary person may be far better than him in terms of guidance, but how powerful is the Holy Emperor's perception?
I've been able to spy for so long, use weird tricks to achieve great results, and use devious directions to achieve great results. I've already made a profit!
At this time, Xu Xiaoshou no longer hid, Huo Di stood up, returned to his original form from a handful of loess:
"Haha, I was discovered by you, Hua Jianxian, you are so strong."
The wind howls and the clouds surge.
"There!"
In the distance, Yue Gongli's voice came.
Not long after Xu Xiaoshou appeared, two figures passed by in mid-air. It was the Huachang Lantern in white clothes, which was undoubtedly separated from the Yuegong in the Chinese robe.
"Xu Xiaoshou..."
Without saying a word, Hua Changdeng held down the hunting ghost and was about to draw his sword.
Yue Gongli grabbed his arm. Compared to Hua Changdeng's coldness, he really looked like a fox. He actually looked overjoyed:
"Master Shou?!"
His voice was full of surprise, like an old friend meeting again for the first time after a long separation, and he wanted to reveal something:
"Isn't the ladder to heaven blocked by resentment?"
"You can actually come up here. You are better than the old slut!"
He looked around and saw nothing unusual, and there seemed to be no arrangement by Xu Xiaoshou.
Of course, Yue Gongli knew very well that all the arrangements were in vain in front of Hua Changdeng. After pretending, he said again:
"Master Shou, you and I have not seen each other for half a year, but you miss me so much."
"This time when you came to the Holy Emperor's secret realm, you actually didn't go to the Han Palace Emperor's realm. You didn't come to Tingyuge to find me, and you didn't give me a chance to show my friendship as a landlord..."
He seemed to have completely forgotten how he searched for Xu Xiaoshou in Tingyu Pavilion against the maid and Yue Gongjie.
As he spoke, he turned to look at Hua Changdeng and spoke sincerely:
"Brother Hua, give me a face and let me talk to Master Shou first. You can talk about your grudges later."
"Of course, I don't want your face in vain. As long as I accept your face, go sit in my Tingyu Pavilion and share it with me in the Han Palace Emperor Realm without mercy."
"If anything happens in Yunshan from now on, it's just a matter of words. I, Yue Gongli, will be here at your call!"
It's not like he's joking.
After saying that, he took out a scroll of the Holy Emperor's Golden Edict from his sleeve robe, and tore it up directly in front of the two of them, leaving no room for regret:
"Based on this oath from the Holy Emperor's golden edict, I, Yue Gong Li, am telling the truth. I only accept you as my friend, as long as you, Hua Changdeng, step back temporarily."