The storyteller looked confused, it was obviously just his Wen Ming.
Cenchofu sighed and showed an expression that was indeed true.
The masked man felt excited when he heard it. He was suddenly startled, and then he reacted with a straight expression on his face: "Now that we're talking about this, you're still playing tricks on me, right?"
"What?"
Xu Xiaoshou's passion was extinguished on the spot.
"Xu Xiaoshou?" the masked man asked back, "You want to fool me? Does this count? You swear to me with Wen Ming!"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
"My real name is Xu..."
"Wen Ming!"
"oh."
Xu Xiaoshou was speechless and said sadly: "Holy slave, I heard that I chose to join..."
"Yeah, yeah."
The masked man nodded with satisfaction, pressed the shoulder of the young man in front of him, and said: "Your token belongs to me. Keep it for now. I will engrave one for you later when I am free."
"Theoretically speaking, I still have some connections on the mainland."
"Although I don't know what enemies you will encounter in the future, if there is something that cannot be solved, you can also try to take out the token. Maybe the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the opponent may choose to let you go."
"Is that so?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up and he asked, "What about meeting red and white clothes?"
"I advise you not to."
Cenqiaofu silently finished the attack from behind: "You should find an opportunity to destroy it. If you take it out, your death will only be worse."
The masked man Yile said: "Yes, it depends on the situation when taking out the token."
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
this.
So what's the use of this token?
Seeing the sudden disgusted expression of the young man in front of him, the masked man added: "But if it's really a fatal situation, you can give it a try."
"One will die more miserably, and the other may be able to escape. There is a little more hope, isn't it?"
"Yes." Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and silently put the token away.
"Then, you are welcome to join."
The masked man let go of his hand, feeling as if he had accomplished something important. He turned to look at the storyteller and said, "Let me introduce you."
Xu Xiaoshou also turned his head and looked.
He knew that the other party was probably going to introduce him to the internal situation of Saint Slave.
The storyteller pouted, but did not refuse.
"There are a total of ten saint slaves, each representing the ten most powerful people. They are scattered across the continent, each performing different tasks."
"He is ranked seventh, that is, the seventh in command of the Holy Slave."
The storyteller pointed to the masked man and said: "This is the leader of the Holy Slaves. As you know, he is ranked number one. He created the Holy Slaves organization with his own hands."
The masked man's eyes were slightly closed, and he straightened his chest slightly.
The storyteller pointed at Cenchov again, and the latter stood up straight and became more erect.
"This old man...the fourth in command of the Holy Slave is just a bit older, nothing special."
Cenqiaofu's face immediately darkened, "storyteller, what do you mean?"
"That's what I mean, you just came in earlier than me, it's no big deal."
The storyteller curled his lips: "If I can survive you for so many years, my strength must be more than what I am now."
"you!"
Cenjov drew out his hatchet.
"Hey, there are newcomers here." The masked man glared at him, and then Cenjov put down his hand with a look of disdain.
Xu Xiaoshou was so excited after hearing this.
"fourth?"
"The fourth one is too empty. Then the one in front..."
He suddenly thought of Mr. Sang, "By the way, the second in command of the Holy Slave?"
"That is your master."
The storyteller took over and said: "He is ranked second. He is also senior. He has known his brother for a long time."
"Where's the strength?"
Xu Xiaoshou felt that something was wrong with the strength of this organization.
The fourth is Taixu.
Then shouldn't the top three be stronger?
But when Mr. Sang saw him for the first time, he felt that he was only as powerful as the throne!
Even Zhan Dao said it a bit vainly.
"Strength..."
The storyteller frowned: "It's hard to say this. We haven't seen each of these guys for a long time, and their strength is basically fluctuating."
"Some have gone up, and some have fallen due to injuries. It's very unstable."
"But you only need to know that your master was more than ten years ago... more than ten years ago, right?"
The storyteller looked back at the masked man and saw that he was confused, so he thought to himself: "Anyway, it was either more than ten years ago, or decades ago."
"He can already fight against Gou Wuyue!"
this……
Although Xu Xiaoshou already had some confidence in his heart, he was still shocked when Old Man Sang's true strength was recognized by a strong man in the world.
Gou Wuyue is one of the Seven Sword Immortals.
Sword Immortal is the peak of combat power in Taixu.
Old man Sang had already reached this level more than ten years ago?
Then he is in Tiansang Ling Palace...
"he got hurt."
The storyteller knew what Wen Ming was thinking, and said: "Even if you can hurt Gou Wuyue in a battle, the power of the sword immortal is not so easy to withstand."
"After that battle, he directly lost the Saint Slave's largest stronghold in the Central Region, and even his strength almost fell below the throne."
"Fortunately, I returned to the Eastern Region, a place of prosperity, and seemed to have found a medicine that could restore my realm. It has gradually improved over the years."
"I see..." Xu Xiaoshou nodded and asked, "What about the others?"
He glanced at Cenqiaofu secretly: "If the fourth one is too weak, who is the third one, and the strength of the others..."
"I won't go into details about this."
The masked man interrupted: "Anyway, you just need to know that the top ten saint slaves are not made of Xumu. They are real things."
"Every time a top position is placed in a certain place, a great turmoil will occur in that position, in order to achieve the ultimate goal."
"As for whether we are afraid of other people..."
The masked man paused for a moment, seemed to be thinking, and said for a long time: "Let's put it this way, including the Storyteller who is about to break through, almost all of the top ten Saint Slaves are about to lose their temper."
"Angry?" Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.
"Um."
The masked man nodded: "The power of Taixu."
"hiss."
This time Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.
Ten, ten too virtual?
"This is just the power on the surface."
The masked man smiled and said: "Secretly, there are many people who have not been contacted, but they are all consistent with our ultimate goal."
"They are waiting, and so are we."
"When a suitable opportunity comes, I estimate that we will be able to completely break through the prison of this world."
Xu Xiaoshou was secretly stunned, but he couldn't help but also had questions: "What is the ultimate goal?"
"That's your goal."
The masked man said angrily: "If you don't become a saint, you will always be a slave!"
slave?
Xu Xiaoshou felt that the shackles in his mind were suddenly lifted, and he seemed to understand something.
In the past, he could always feel the existence of this layer of confinement, but he couldn't put it into words and couldn't explain what it felt like.
but now……
"Holy slave, holy slave, unless you become a saint, you will always be a slave?"
"So that's what it means?"
yes!
Isn't the fact that I am wandering around and hitting walls everywhere a true reflection of my lack of strength and the fact that I can only be a slave?
Those strong men who are so powerful in the chess game, no matter how majestic they look, are just chess pieces, a "slave" in someone else's hands, aren't they?
"If you don't become a saint, you will always be a slave..."
Xu Xiaoshou murmured and asked: "Holy, what is it again?"
He thought of the embarrassed saint.
Once you become a saint, can you really escape from slavery?
The masked man paced with his hands behind his back, looking slightly upward, looking at the patter of rain on the horizon: "Saint means a saint."
"Broken down, they are the realms above Taixu, that is, the Half Saint, and the Tenth Realm Saint Emperor."
"Only when you reach this point can you be considered to have half a foot on the top of the world..."
The masked man said "Hmm" and added: "Really, on top of the world!"
Half a foot... Xu Xiaoshou heard the voice of his words, and the image of the embarrassed saint flashed through his mind again, and couldn't help but ask: "Then if you become a saint, you can really be free?"
At this sound, Cenjou Fu, the storyteller, and the masked man all cast surprised glances.
"how?"
Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back in fear, "What's wrong?"
"Can you ask this question..."
The masked man was thoughtful and said, "Have you seen someone?"
"who?"
"Where's your Yan Python? Let me take a look." The masked man stretched out his hand.
Xu Xiaoshou hesitated immediately and refused to take it out.
"join member fee?"
This is too expensive!
The masked man suddenly had a black line on his forehead: "No! Just take a look."
"oh."
Xu Xiaoshou reluctantly took out the famous sword Yan Python.
"It's true..."
The masked man took the famous sword.
The famous sword trembled wildly for an instant, but after a palm stroke, it completely quieted down and let out a joyful cry.
Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, but didn't say anything.
When a famous sword recognizes its master, it is inherently repulsive to other people.
But if the person in front of me is really...
"Why does it listen to you?" Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't hold back his curiosity.
He remembered that when he touched Su Qianqian's tomb named Chengxue, the sword slipped and flew directly back to its owner without giving him a chance.
The masked man laughed and said, "The famous sword is also psychic. If you want to make friends with it, it will naturally not object."
"Is it really that simple?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little confused.
"Of course not."
The masked man smiled and handed the sword back, "But if I really want to make friends with it, will it dare to refuse?"
"..."
This time Xu Xiaoshou was choked to death.
He took the sword and felt a sense of relief-like joy from Yan Mang.
This sword was in the masked man's hand just now. Was he nervous?
"There is such a breath."
The masked man tightened his fingers, turned back to look at Cenchofu and said, "That's him."
Cenjov nodded.
Even though he still didn't believe it, he completely understood it at this moment.
The young man in front of me may have more potential than he sees.
As long as you like the first seat, that's all.
Did the Holy Emperor of Void Island really fall in love with this person?
horrible!
"What do you mean? Is there any secret that others don't know?" The storyteller looked at the two of them flirting with each other in front of him and became very angry.
The masked man did not explain, but looked at Xu Xiaoshou and answered the question he just asked.
"Becoming a saint does not necessarily mean you can break free from the prison."
"After all, there are probably more than one pair of eyes in the sky staring at you all the time."
Xu Xiaoshou looked up again and saw the rain curtain.
He already knew that the masked man was not lying.
After all, the message "Attention" that refreshes every once in a while in the information bar basically has no other explanation except that it comes from the rain curtain in the white cave.
“It’s hard to cry with a single palm, but it’s hard to destroy mountains.”
The masked man stared at the Nine-Tian Rain Curtain and said seriously: "The cages that Du Sheng cannot break open, once the number increases, they will not be able to lock them in."
Xu Xiaoshou felt a little ridiculous.
It’s already difficult in the semi-holy city.
In this world, how can there be so many saints for you to find and organize?
A fantasy!
But then he thought again and recalled what the masked man had said.
How many talented people are there in the world?
Is it true that everyone can only stop at cutting the path, Taixu?
more than this.
Why can the Taoist Hall Master of the Holy Temple be so powerful as a half-saint that he is above the rest of the world?
Isn't the Holy Emperor the pinnacle of combat power in this world?
Xu Xiaoshou, who had already understood the situation of some of the top experts in the Holy Spirit Continent, had doubts about this statement for the first time.
Or the sky is more than a semi-saint realm.
Or, the caramel candy metaphor at that time was not a metaphor!
"I have one more question, the last one." Looking at the masked man's expression that said nothing, Xu Xiaoshou spoke up again.
"explain."
The masked man looked away from the nine-day rain curtain. He really didn't want to say any more.
But as for the last one...
That’s it, let’s answer it again!
Xu Xiaoshou crossed the Yan Python in his hand and flashed in his mind the figure of Su Qianqian who seemed to have grown up overnight after the sword was taken away. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.
"What's the problem?" The masked man turned around.
"sword."
Xu Xiaoshou paused for a moment and then asked firmly: "As for the famous sword, why did you want to...take it away?"
"Famous sword?"
The masked man looked at the Yan python in his hand, wondering why.
"The tomb is named Chengxue!" Xu Xiaoshou looked at death with a look on his face.
"Oh, you said it..."
The masked man was happy and said: "Like you, I can't stand the sword-wielding man, so I have to dedicate the famous sword to him after all. It just so happens that I need this strength."
"Again, instead of falling into the hands of others, it's better to leave it in my hands for the time being, understand?"
temporary……
Is that really the case?
Xu Xiaoshou thought of Su Qianqian's pain, and looked at the masked man who didn't seem to be embarrassed to speak, and asked again: "But why do you want to kill everyone in the Su family?"
At this moment, Storybook and Cenjou raised their eyebrows at the same time.
After Xu Xiaoshou finished asking, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, so he took a step back and held Yan Mang in front of his chest.
"Ah."
The masked man laughed out loud and didn't care at all.
"kill?"
"No, not to mention that I didn't kill everyone, just a few guys who dared to use a sword against me."
"Just to that extent, we can't even talk about 'killing', such a serious word."
"Yeah." Xu Xiaoshou's tone was lowered, but his expression was questioning.
He didn't say much and waited quietly for the masked man's next words.
"I actually don't like killing people." The masked man spread his hands.
He actually didn't want to explain.
But I guess if Wen Ming knew the little sword-wielding man in Tiansang Ling Palace, he would be a knot in his heart, so he had to say it.
"Do you know what the greatest honor is for a true swordsman?"
Xu Xiaoshou shook his head.
The masked man continued: "The greatest honor is to die by my sword."
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
"not lying to you."
The masked man looked at him and said seriously: "They choose to defend, and I choose to fulfill them. If you want to interpret it as killing, that's fine. After all, that's the fact."
"Of course, if I tell you this now, it's impossible for you to understand."
"When you can fully understand, that's when you truly master the secrets of swordsmanship. At that time, I welcome you to 'fulfill' me..."
"If you dare to draw a sword against me."
There was a relieved smile in the masked man's eyes, showing some respect and appreciation for his opponent at that time.
"I can only explain so much about this issue."
"If you really want to fully understand the situation, maybe you can go to Su's house in person and you might understand."
Xu Xiaoshou fell silent.
He really couldn't understand it.
He obviously wanted to seize the sword and killed all the senior members of the sword holder's family. How could he say it so grandly?
However, on second thought, during several battles with the Holy Slave.
The sentence that the other party shouts the most seems to be "don't hurt others"...
Looking at the stern and upright appearance of the masked man, he didn't seem to be lying.
"Are you sure you're not making this up?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.
"Sure." The masked man replied.
"You said yes."
"Huh?" The masked man raised his eyebrows.
The storyteller also twitched the corner of his mouth.
The tone of this command made him almost unable to hold back and take action.
The masked man didn't say "yes".
"Whenever you really have the strength to verify whether what I say is true or not, I may answer you in a tone like this."
"but now……"
The masked man smiled with his thick eyes, but his voice was very serious: "No one in this world dares to order me like this."
Xu Xiaoshou's heart and hair were cold.
He really just got used to it unconsciously. If he wanted to talk to the masked man smoothly, he asked the information bar to verify it.
But to no avail.
That’s all.
Look!
Die seriously, kill with respect, the glory of swordsmanship...
Xu Xiaoshou felt very funny.
But when these words came out of the masked mouth, there was an illusion that this was the case.
He couldn't tell whether this person was confident or just telling his own story.
But obviously, by now, he is already in the maelstrom of the Saint Slave.
Just one Su Qianqian, just such a small obsession, cannot shake the overall situation at all.
"The Su family..."
Xu Xiaoshou murmured softly to himself without pursuing it too much.
He has become a saint slave.
But you still have to see your own path clearly, no matter how fancy the other party says.
Indeed, to put it bluntly, this is just a "choice".
And under this choice, if you can give yourself more time.
Xu Xiaoshou believed that in the not-too-distant future, even the Holy Slave would want to use a cage to frame him. At that time, he probably wouldn't be able to frame himself.
"All I need is time."
"Time will also prove everything, whether you are a masked man, the leader of the Saint Slave, or... the eighth Sword Immortal?"
My heart is relieved.
Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and looked at the sky.
"What's the next step? How to go?"
The masked man turned around and stepped out, and Storyteller and Cenjou followed immediately.
"With your feet."
Click.
The masked man raised his foot and lightly stepped on the ground. The four swords behind him trembled suddenly and flew over again.
"go back."
He tilted his head slightly.
The force of the fierce sword froze on the spot and stopped in front of Xu Xiaoshou.
"this……"
Xu Xiaoshou opened his hands, somewhat thinking, but somewhat afraid.
"Hold it. When you can get the owner of this sword, then you will be qualified to ask me questions."
"oh."
Xu Xiaoshou grasped it.
Fierce Sword actually did not resist and became quiet again, as if...
The anger has been vented.
Xu Xiaoshou wanted to follow the three of them, but the information bar jumped again.
"Being watched, passive value, +1."
"Isn't it important, him?"
Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky: "If this was a pair of eyes, could he hear what we just said?"
"If you can see, you can naturally hear." The masked man didn't even look back.
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly woke up and was a little scared.
"Then you still say so much?"
He turned his head and looked at the storyteller: "So we are actually in the ancient book space, and 'his' sight is blocked by you?"
"No." The storyteller shook his head, "We have always been in the White Cave World."
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
This perverted man really made him confused between reality and fantasy.
"But, if you heard me, it won't be a problem?"
Xu Xiaoshou was very panicked. What the masked man said just now was a huge secret!
About ten Taixu...
If the news spreads to the Holy God Continent, the whole world will probably be in turmoil, right?
If the white-clothed and red-clothed men come out together, the Holy Temple will also be determined to encircle and suppress the holy slaves.
If I choose to join at this time, wouldn't I be seeking death?
"It's out of the way."
The masked man waved his hand nonchalantly, and slowly but firmly walked forward crimson step by step.
"After finishing the matter in the White Cave, it's natural to go out."
"What are you doing here, waiting to die of old age?"
"And outside, you should know that there is a large group of people waiting for us."
"Those words just now were not just meant for you."
"Huh?" Xu Xiaoshou paused as he raised his foot.
The relaxed and carefree voice of the masked man floated from the front.
"I also told Gou Wuyue."
Snap it.
Xu Xiaoshou's foot fell heavily to the ground, but he could no longer lift it up.
He raised his eyes in astonishment and stared at the still unmoved rain curtain above the nine heavens. His face was complicated and he didn't know what expression to put on.
on purpose?
Declare war?
Looking again at this white cave world that is on the verge of collapse, except for the vigil who is still struggling to support it, the buildings are empty.
What the masked man said was really what he said to Gou Wuyue.
That……
"Holy God Continent is really not peaceful anymore!"