In recent days, except for the day when the White Cave interdimensional space was opened, it has been raining continuously.
The world here is quite desolate.
With the opening of the White Cave, the number of people staying there has dropped sharply, and the surrounding area has become even more gloomy.
“Buzz!”
In the deputy tent, a round wheel suddenly trembled violently, waking up the drowsy nurse Hong Yi.
This is a middle-aged man, wearing a hood, with his hands curled up between his sleeves, and his mouth is full of chatter as he sleeps.
But when the round wheel shook violently, his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and he bounced up like a conditioned reflex.
"coming?"
Hong Yi’s face showed some confusion that could not be concealed.
Lan Ling, the manager of Baiku Red Clothes, once said that this "Tian Yuan Soul Detection Plate" detects stowaways on the path of killing.
Within a radius of thirty miles, as long as there is a person who exceeds this level, the Tianyuan Spirit Exploration Plate can instantly sense it.
At present, Lan Ling, Xin and Shouye all entered the white cave.
There is only one person left who can manage here, Lord Black Soul.
“Come here, go and invite the black soul...”
The man in red just yelled, and the tent curtain was immediately opened by a dark armored hand.
“Lord Black Soul!”
The man immediately bent over and bowed.
“What’s the matter?”
Black Soul is a man who is fully armed with dark armor, his face cannot be seen at all, and his voice is dull and powerful.
The red coat used by others to wear could only be draped over his shoulders.
The train of his robe, which was long enough to touch the floor, barely touched his calves under his tall and powerful figure, fluttering in the wind.
As soon as he lowered his head, he entered the tent.
Four people in red clothes filed in behind him and stood on the left and right.
There was a "rumbling" sound, silver snakes danced in the sky, and the rain became heavier.
“The Tianyuan Spirit Exploration Plate is moving!”
Hong Yi Shen'an looked at Lord Black Soul, who was two dozen heads taller than a normal person, and felt certain in his heart. He pointed at the round wheel and his voice stabilized.
Black Soul stared at the past with his eyes hidden under his helmet, only to see that the disc was extremely quiet.
“Are you sure it moved?”
His voice dropped even lower, and Shen An felt his legs and feet go weak.
"It really moved. It must have moved once just now. I can't be wrong."
“What were you doing just now?” Black Soul turned around.
"I……"
Shen’an’s face suddenly turned red.
I was sleeping just now.
Because I worry and worry day and night, I am always afraid that this thing will move.
So, what you saw was an illusion?
“It can’t be an illusion!”
Shen'an said solemnly: "Although I was a little dozed off just now, but..."
“Dozing off?”
Black Soul's voice rose a little higher.
The four red-clothed attendants behind him raised their eyes at the same time. The cold wind blew outside the tent, directly sending the murderous aura from the sky into this small space.
Shen'an's strong outer shell was shattered.
He sat back on the seat with a thud.
But when he thought that Lord Black Soul was still standing, how could he sit down?
He stood up, took a step forward, and held the back of the seat with his hands, allowing himself to stand up straight.
“I’m definitely not wrong!”
“The ‘Tian Yuan Spirit Exploration Plate’ moved, and it was still a huge earthquake. In other words, it is possible that more than one slasher entered the boundary of the White Cave.”
“At this moment, a large-scale search should be carried out within a radius of thirty miles.”
“I was wrong for taking a nap, but I should be punished afterwards.”
He forced his head to stick out.
But the tone became weaker and weaker with the cold murderous intent in the air.
“Are you teaching me how to do things?”
Black Soul made no move. He walked directly in front of Shen An and lifted him up by the neck. He waited until the person in his hands turned red in the face and then said solemnly:
"You guys are just used to Lan Ling."
“What a shame for a good red-shirted organization to develop such a lazy and exhausted attitude!”
With a "bang" sound, Shen An struck out with force from his hand. Like a cannonball flying backwards, Shen An spurted a mouthful of blood in the air, and then hit the barrier of the camp.
ification.
Human body slipping.
Shen An felt as if his throat had been crushed, and blood spurted out again.
“Hong, the power of red clothes is not for beating your own people!”
Cough twice.
Shen'an raised his head again with a look of anger.
Although it is difficult to speak.
But the tone was a little tougher.
“This is why you, Black Soul, were deposed.”
“If Lord Lan Ling were here, he would definitely not act so indiscriminately!”
He was furious and furious in his heart.
“Take action…”
Black Soul sneered.
“If you should be rewarded, you will be rewarded, if you should be punished, you will be punished.”
"You almost made a mistake, but you still want to make up for it and punish you later?"
"If there are such good things in the world, wouldn't those who do harm be able to do good in time and be forgiven by heaven and earth?"
“Ridiculous!”
Finger lightly brushed against Peep.
In the dark space, the eyes of the black soul are so cold that they can bite people.
He passed a few people beside him and came directly to the wheel. He stood still and began to think in his mind.
"The perception of the throne cannot be wrong..."
“Although that girl Lan Ling is very good at what she does, she has nothing to say about the way of the spiritual formation…”
“So, cutting off the path, is it Taixu...?”
Black Soul placed his hands on the round wheel and injected spiritual energy into it.
After a moment of buzzing, a curtain of light was projected into the void.
"three people!"
At this moment, everyone’s attention was taken away by the three figures in the picture.
But before he had time to see the faces of those people clearly, the picture flickered and disappeared.
Even the violently trembling round wheel returned to calm.
“Are you aware of it?”
Black Soul's heart was trembling.
So far apart, with the way of heaven as a cover, those three guys could still be so keenly aware of the existence of the "Tian Yuan Spirit Detection Plate"!
“I just said there is someone...”
Before the overjoyed Shen An finished speaking, Black Soul glanced at him, and he instantly became mute.
“Shut up, you derelict!”
The rain was pouring down, and the scene was extremely quiet for a while.
“Lord Black Soul, what are your plans?”
The four men in red behind him couldn't help but make a sound.
Although the red clothes are all in their own group because they were gathered from the White Cave.
But in the face of places like Bai Cao where accidents often occur, when necessary, everyone must unite together to solve the problem.
“The three major ways of killing...”
Dark Soul simply thinks the worst of the situation.
If there are three major slashers, then I can only resist two of them at most.
If the remaining one is just left to the dozens of thrones here to deal with it.
It is estimated that even if it finally succeeds, there will be countless casualties.
Black Soul felt certain in his heart, raised his head, faced the four people in front of him and said: "First seal off all the spaces here to prevent illegal immigrants, and then open the protective spiritual array in the eighth palace. The rest, follow me..."
His words suddenly stopped.
“Where to go?”
The four men in red were all startled.
Why did you say this half way and then stop saying it?
“As for the scene just now... Lord Black Soul, could it be that you have already determined where they are?” someone asked aloud.
"Yo!"
Outside the curtain, a high-pitched voice suddenly came.
“How long has it been, and I haven’t found anyone yet!”
“Not to mention your Lord Black Soul, you idiots should also know where they are at this moment.”
“Who!” Hong Yi turned around in shock, and his spiritual strength directly smashed the big curtain into pieces.
But except for the pouring rain, there was not even a trace of a human being outside.
"At this."
A high-pitched male voice appeared inside.
The four red-clothed men all looked sideways, but they saw an extremely slim man in a red dress, half-crouching in front of the red-coated man lying on the ground, and slowly stretched out his orchid finger.
“Get up, it’s very cold on the ground, someone can give you a hand.”
Shen'an was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
It was obvious that the person was already in front of him, but he didn't fully realize the person's existence until the sound came out!
Zhan Dao!
Definitely Zhan Dao!
This person's understanding of the way of heaven may even have reached the peak of the way of killing, and he is on the same level as Master Black Soul!
With a "bang" sound, the floor beneath Shen'an's butt exploded, and he was about to fly towards Lord Black Soul.
At this time, how can there be any red faction?
You are the best manager if you can keep yourself alive!
However, before the body flew very far, Shen An felt something tugging at the skirt of his clothes, and he directly pulled the body back.
“What are you running for?”
“Is it because someone’s ugly appearance scares you?”
When Shen'an came back to his senses, he found that he had already sat on the lap of the man in the red dress without knowing it.
This man’s red skirt has a very high slit.
As soon as he sat on the seat, his pair of beautiful and slender legs were unreservedly displayed in front of everyone.
She can only touch it with her butt, and she can feel the absolute heat of male hormones underneath.
Coupled with the delicate sound in my ears...
He couldn't control himself at all, and goosebumps spread all over his body from his feet to his head.
“Giggle, are you scared?”
The man in the red dress covered his mouth and chuckled: "Don't be afraid, as long as I am here, no one can hurt you..."
His words suddenly stopped, and his eyes were fixed on Shen'an's face, and his whole figure seemed to be sluggish.
“Brother, you are so handsome...”
At this moment, Shen An felt that not only was his body covered with goosebumps, but his soul was as if he had been touched by ice water, and he almost ascended to heaven for a moment.
“You idiot, get out of here!”
Shen An struggled to struggle, but found that the strength on his body was completely useless.
It’s like the body and soul are separated.
He could only watch his body, limp and sinking little by little as the other person held him tighter and tighter.
“Oh shit!”
“What the hell happened?!”
“Dark Soul!”
“Lord Black Soul, help me——”
Shen'an roared.
But it was finally discovered.
Whether you are breathing fragrance from your own mouth, or calling for help.
The sound he made can only be heard by himself!
“Dark Soul…”
He was desperate.
The way of heaven!
This is the isolating power of heaven!
Under such absolute control, with my own throne cultivation, I cannot even resist in the slightest.
This is the true Dao-killing powerhouse.
A kind of peerless existence whose throne relies on numbers and can never be resisted.
“Lord Black Soul, please pay attention to him...”
The four men in red clothes were completely shocked when they looked at Shen An in the arms of the man in the red dress.
From the moment the man in the red dress approached, to Shen An flying up, to flying into the guy's arms, everything was so smooth and natural.
They even suspected Shen An was a spy.
The man in the red dress was the one who called him.
Dark Soul did not respond.
All four of them realized something was wrong.
“Lord Black Soul?”
He called out again, but Black Soul still had no response.
At this time, everyone was panicked.
“Alert!”
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Reminders and calls for help instantly rang through the void.
But in the past, as long as I shouted out, there would definitely be a response from the Red Clothes Camp Base.
At this moment, there is no sound!
“It’s over…”
The four people's hearts felt cold at the same time.
The person who came this time turned out to be no ordinary Dao slasher.
It is an existence that has reached the highest level of applying the way of heaven in Zhan Dao.
This kind of people can’t even be called thrones.
Ordinary red-clothed Zhan Dao came over, and he probably had to die!
At this moment, they can only place their hope in the Lord Black Soul in front of them.
“Lord Black Soul!”
"black……"
“It’s so noisy, it’s so noisy!”
The man in the red dress was helping Shen An wipe the saliva that had not been wiped off his face. He was so noisy by these noisy guys that he rolled his eyes.
"Your Lord Black Soul is too busy taking care of himself, how can he have time to save you?"
He waved his hand, and the void was isolated and unlocked.
The four men in red were shocked at the same time.
On top of Black Soul's head, he saw a dark dragon head that was several hundred feet in size. At this moment, the demigod was entering the top of the tent.
The dragon's mouth is wide open.
Below him was Lord Black Soul, who was drowned in endless saliva.
"this……"
Looking at this situation, doesn’t it mean that when the dragon’s head merges, the black soul’s head will be in a different place?
The faces of the four men in red suddenly turned extremely pale.
What kind of existence is this?
Even Lord Black Soul was taken down without knowing it?
Is this still the way to kill?
Could it be that this person has already reached that highest state?
Taixu?
“Brother Black Soul~”
The man in the red skirt finally focused his eyes on the armored man in front of him, and called softly: "Long time no see."
“Storyteller…”
Black Soul’s heart sank to the bottom.
He envisioned the power of those who came through.
But I never would have thought that this person would actually be one of the Saint Slaves who stirred up turmoil in the world in the Central Region at that time!
There are nine holy slaves, all of whom have reached heavenly cultivation.
The storyteller in front of me is ranked seventh.
How can you contend with such existence?
Even if you know that the person in front of you has not yet reached Taixu.
But how can the gap between Zhan Dao and Zhan Dao be just a tiny bit?
At least, he would not dare to touch the Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation before becoming Taixu.
This storyteller, just looking at this insight into the way of heaven, I am afraid that he is not far away from the final disaster!
And he can appear here.
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That means that the red-shirted people in the entire camp will never have the chance to come to support.
But……
The dark soul is confused.
There must be one of the three figures seen in the round wheel just now.
But why, even though people dozens of miles away can be teleported directly and accurately to the red-clothed camp, the alarm is not triggered even in the formation?
Are these really the same person?
Or, is there really a spy in the red coat?
“Brother Black Soul, stop guessing.”
The storyteller held Shen'an in his arms, moved his sitting posture, and then pointed at the wheel and said: "Turn on the projection for me first. I want to see where my brother is."
Black Soul was shaking with anger.
He felt humiliated.
A moment ago, I felt like I could fight one against two.
Now he felt like he was just being funny.
How can one be able to fight one against two?
This is something that is completely impossible to do even if you go up to pull a hair and come down to bury it!
“Open it!”
The storyteller flipped up her red skirt to let the light shine on her breasts, making them shiny and pleasing to the eye.
Black Soul tried to struggle, but as soon as this thought came to his mind, the man in the red dress in front of him spoke again.
“Don’t even think about finding someone!”
“Your help in white clothes has not yet arrived. At this moment, you are like clay Bodhisattvas crossing the river, and you cannot protect yourself.”
“If you don’t cooperate with them, they will strip them all naked, including you, and then tie them here until the red clothes come out to rescue them.”
He paused and said: "Don't worry, my brother said you can't kill people, so as long as you cooperate, they won't die."
“But not cooperating…”
"whee!"
The storyteller covered his mouth and smiled softly, his eyes wandering over the big red-clothed bodies, revealing a gleam of excitement.
The black soul is silent.
He carried the dragon head above his head, slowly took a few steps forward, and stretched out his hand to touch the round wheel.
The storyteller took out the ancient book from his chest at the right time, put it on Shen'an's face, and looked at him with a smile.
Black Soul hesitated for a breath.
"brush!"
The light curtain appears.
The sound of pattering rain returned to the camp tent.
“Ouch!”
The other big men in red clothes present felt that they were being released from another dimension, breathing heavily with shock on their faces.
The storyteller praised, lowered his head and saw Shen'an.
Shen An felt that it was better not to be released.
As soon as his soul returned to his body, he felt the heat coming from the pair of breasts under his body, almost scalding him.
"I……"
“Brother, you don’t need to speak.” The storyteller touched his face.
“His!”
Before Shen'an could move, the four men in red clothes in the distance all shuddered and took in a breath of cold air.
this……
so far so good.
Fortunately, it was not the four of us who were chosen!
This is really ridiculous... Is it something to be thankful for or not?
After the picture became clear, a slight sound came out.
Everyone turned around and fixed their gaze on the round wheel.
The next second, a look of shock appeared on everyone's faces.
There were still three people walking on the deserted ground!
Except for the masked man at the head.
Following closely behind him was an old man with a small ax on his waist, and...
Man in red dress!
Everyone tilted their heads and couldn't believe it.
This man in the red dress is clearly sitting in front of him, so why is there another one in the picture?
Facing such attention, the storyteller seemed shy and covered his pretty face with his orchid fingers.
“Look at people this way...”
“Is he good-looking?”
“His!”
Several people turned their heads away at the same time, not daring to take another look, for fear of causing someone to commit a crime in the next second.
Black Soul stared at the screen and was speechless for a long time.
The first seat of the Holy Slave!
The fourth in command of the Holy Slave, Cenchofu!
The Seventh Leader of the Holy Slave, the Storyteller!
This lineup, placed in any forbidden area in the Central Territory, is enough to cause shocking waves. How come it appears in a mere white cave?
A sword with four swords is so attractive?
besides……
He secretly glanced at the man in red dress who was already touching Shen'an's chest.
“Is it an incarnation outside the body...”
“Isn’t this a method that only a semi-saint can master?”
…
“Brother~”
“Brother, it’s here, it’s here!”
The storyteller pointed to the collapsed Eight Palace Gate in front, and excitedly took the masked man's arm.
“How is the situation?” Cenjov asked without turning around.
“Brother, we should be in the eighth palace just ahead. We’ve been rushing for so long, and we’ve finally arrived!”
“Are you happy?”
The storyteller bent slightly, raised his head, and looked at the masked man with starry eyes.
Cenjou twitched the corner of his mouth and said while holding his breath: "Storyteller, I want to ask you, how is the situation?"
“Come on, come on, this place has collapsed. It doesn’t seem to have been struck by lightning. Someone must have been fighting before.”
“And there…”
The storyteller pointed to the distance, "I've seen the location of the teleportation array."
Cenjov: “……”
He slightly tightened his grip on the small ax on his waist.
The masked man moved his hand back to stop him.
“How is the situation over there?”
The hoarse sound was like being cut by a chainsaw, making everyone outside the screen feel numb.
“It’s good, we are watching and chatting with each other!” the storyteller smiled sweetly.
Cenjov finally couldn't bear it anymore.
“Speaker, can you fucking tell people...”
The masked man suddenly raised his hand.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
"What's wrong?"
Cenjov was startled.
“Brother, what’s wrong?”
The storyteller said worriedly.
"fine."
The masked man put down his hand: "You are a bit noisy."
…”
Cenjov is lonely.
“Hmm~”
“Brother, you are so bad!”
The storyteller squeezed his pink fist and was about to hit the masked man on the chest.
The latter dodged and disappeared directly.
When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the remains of the town gate in Hachigongli.
“Oh, brother, wait for me!”
The storyteller pinched his elbow, raised his orchid finger, and ran over with a twisting step.
Cenjov saw everything and gritted his teeth.
Even the veins on my neck almost exploded from the pressure.
“Don’t look, don’t look…”
“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry…”
.
"suck!"
“Old woodcutter, you are talking bad about me again!” The storyteller suddenly looked back in the rain and said angrily, “They have been looking at us!”
Cenjov almost struck the red-dressed woman in the face with an axe.
“Don’t make any noise.”
The masked man in front spoke out twice.
He knelt down and picked up a stone on the ground.
“What’s wrong?”
This time, neither of them dared to mess around.
By saying and acting like this, the leader must have discovered something.
“Sword Qi…”
There was a hint of smile in the masked man's cloudy eyes, "He is indeed here."
"who?"
The storyteller keenly hugged the masked man's hand, jealous, "Male or female?"
The masked man took his hand away, moved his steps, and said: "Man, you should like him, he is a very handsome young man."
"oh?"
The storyteller’s eyes suddenly shone.
"Who can actually earn my brother's appreciation for his hard work? People want to see him?"
He paused and said, "But don't worry, brother, I'm just checking it out, I won't make you jealous."
Hooded man: “……”
“It’s okay, you can just go, it’s part of the plan.”
“It would be best if you could bring him back completely.” The masked man smiled even more in his eyes.
"oh?"
This time, even Cenchov was surprised.
Sword energy?
Young man?
He immediately thought of the hedgehog he bumped into when he entered Tiansang Ling Palace that night.
This was the first time he had seen someone who could invite the leader so kindly but still refuse.
So, that guy is still a swordsman?
But among the sword cultivators in the world, there is currently only one who can enter the first Dharma Eyes, Tears and Two Lines!
The hedgehog...
"bring back?"
The storyteller’s high-pitched voice pierced everyone’s eardrums.
He was a little in disbelief.
The meaning of bringing back can only be to bring back the holy slave.
So, the little guy who is favored by his brother is already so good?
"what is his name?"
Even though he had not met in person, the storyteller felt that his heart was beating faster and faster.
“Let’s go in first and then we’ll divide the troops into two groups.”
The masked man said, looking at Cenchofu, "If you don't want to go through the teleportation array, just kill him!"
Cenjov nodded.
The storyteller was not happy, and he pressed Cenjov's hand that was drawing the axe.
"elder brother!"
“Tell him first, what is his name?”
Cenchofu's face darkened, and he felt as if he had been stained. He jumped away as if he was electrocuted: "Storyteller, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"
“Uh-huh, I’ll touch it, I’ll touch it!” The man in the red dress angrily tried to grab the old woodcutter’s hand.
“Get out of here, old man——”
“I touched it, oh, it’s so rough!”
“I! I’ll kill you!”
“Come on, come after me~”
…”
The masked man has a headache.
This is what happens when the storyteller suddenly comes.
Two people who don't deal with each other act together, which is always a headache.
"what is his name?"
The storyteller ran and ran behind the masked man again, grabbed his shoulders, and breathed blue into his ears.
“Say it, just say it!”
With eyes filled with anticipation, the storyteller urged: "What's his name?"
The masked man finally couldn't help but act cleverly, as if using a shield, and blurted out: "Wen Ming, his name is Wen Ming, he is very outstanding, you can go and meet him!"