"The one who holds the sword has no god in his chest and no Buddha in his heart..."
"One sword is supreme. Those who disobey will be beheaded, and those who disobey will be beheaded..."
"Where the Tao is, the heart longs for it, and the body is as tall as a sword, higher than the sky..."
Gou Wuyue staggered for a few steps, looking at the figures of the eight masters slowly leaving, and the scene of the two getting acquainted on the eve of the ten battles came to mind.
At that time, Wuyue Sword Immortal was famous all over the world.
The title of the Eighth Sword Immortal has gained a great reputation in the Central Region.
The two cherished each other, and Gou Wuyue asked what a sword was. The eight masters knew a few words and gave their answer.
It is true that there is no god or Buddha in the heart, only the god of nature holds the sword.
Swordsmen who pursue the top never have so-called faith, or their faith is just the sword, just themselves.
Once something hangs over the head, the sword's path will be inexplicably blocked.
Gou Wuyue understands this truth.
The Eight Masters at that time were familiar with the same principle.
But now, after not seeing each other for decades, the two sides parted ways.
One person became the leader of the Holy Slave, and the other became the leader of the Holy Temple.
It seems that everyone has his own ambitions and goes his own way.
But if you take a closer look, you will see that the eight acquaintances are still the same as before. The eight acquaintances are one foot tall in the sky, and the eight acquaintances are the first of the holy slaves.
Along the way, even if he was defeated by Hua Changdeng's sword, there was still nothing that could hang above his head.
But what about yourself?
The golden Buddha's light dissipated, leaving only hundreds of floating corpses in the field, with blood flowing into rivers.
Gou Wuyue looked up at the sky, and he saw the sky that had been shattered by the sword of the Eight Masters.
But behind the sky is a majestic holy mountain hanging above his head.
Guizhe Holy Mountain!
There is nothing above the head of the eight masters.
There is far more than one person on top of him.
"Afraid of bowing your head? My Dao Tian is too low..."
Gou Wuyue hummed, his eyes a little distracted.
He suddenly understood why Bazun Shu shook his head frequently and always had a non-committal attitude towards his repeated questions.
What the other party's slightly curved back carries is the entire sky, the suppression of the avenue, and the saint's lowered eyes.
Even so, he still dared to say "I bow down in sincerity and fear, my way is too low."
This also shows that even when Hua Changdeng cut off two of his fingers and beheaded him with his three swords, he still didn't take it to heart.
It can even be said that after so many years of suppression by the ban on military force, all parties have been coerced and suppressed.
The eight saintly slaves who were well versed in leadership did not take it to heart at all, and even had a casual attitude of dismissing it and ignoring it in vain.
He is not afraid!
But what about yourself?
Gou Wuyue lowered her eyes and saw the sound of the famous sword Nulan on the ground.
"Maybe he is right?"
While asking questions in her heart, Gou Wuyue suddenly woke up.
With a move of his hand, he took the famous sword with a clang, and then shouted loudly to the retreating figure: "Bazun, do you know the final consequences of going against those people?!"
Click.
Bazun stopped and didn't look back.
"Why don't you know?"
The dead branches have been broken.
How much force can a mere broken branch withstand when the giant Buddha is chopped down?
My hands are empty.
Ba Zun stroked the concave scar on his thumb and smiled casually.
"But what?"
"The opposition... has started since those three swords. Even if they don't come to me, I will go to them one day."
"By then, if you haven't woken up yet, the souls killed by my sword will save your life."
silence.
Gou Wuyue returned in vain, his questions were like a stone sinking into the sea, and what he got was an expected ripple of slight shock.
Too.
If that person's ambition is still there, if his soul has never been killed by Hua Changdeng's three swords.
Shouldn't this be a reasonable response?
Or maybe, what happened here is really just a signal.
After all, although the movement was loud, what the eight deities were familiar with were just dead branches randomly picked up from the ground.
And what he prepared was something that even the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past would have spent decades to accumulate strength for.
The sword has been hidden for many years. How dazzling will it be when the real sword light comes out?
Gou Wuyue looked at the eight masters walking away step by step, and suddenly thought of something, causing the eight masters to fly up, and burst into laughter for a moment.
He sometimes envies such people.
But people are in a situation where they can’t help themselves.
Even the Sword Immortal, Taixu, could only look at the scenery outside the cage with envy.
"Who doesn't yearn for freedom?"
He murmured and looked back at the corpses everywhere. Even Gou Wuyue could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
Capture a Sang Qiye and die in white clothes.
This is because of the demonic energy of loving the common people, a reason that the Eight Masters cannot yet explain.
Otherwise, it is very likely that this battle will really result in nothing.
Recalling the flash of holy power at the last moment, Gou Wuyue felt helpless.
"Seal the sword until old age, and I will become a saint."
"I don't know how long it will take to break through to Xiantian and then return to nature..."
He flicked his sleeves and a figure appeared.
As soon as Yuzhi Wenfu landed, he was frightened by the headless corpses all over the ground.
"this!?"
"Do not ask."
"ha?"
"That's what you see."
"?"
"Let's go, it's time to change the scene." Gou Wuyue seemed to have aged several dozen years suddenly and laughed at herself, "This time, should I receive the reward or the punishment... Well, accept..."
He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yu Zhiwen quickly followed up.
Gou Wuyue suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "When you go back, tell me everything you know about that little stone...Xu Xiaoshou."
Yu Zhiwen was startled.
For a long time, his eyes rolled and his pupils blinked.
"good."
…
In the cracks of space.
"Is this the giant Buddha beheading?"
Behind the red-dressed storyteller, cat-waisted Xu Xiaoshou suddenly poked his head out.
After he was thrown away by Mr. Sang, he was rescued by the storyteller, and they were supposed to leave at the same time.
But when the situation changed and the Eight Masters appeared on the scene, the storyteller could no longer turn a deaf ear.
Adhering to the same idea as Haitang'er, if it really comes to a critical moment, I will risk my life to replace the Eight Masters.
But who would have thought that the scene of hundreds of giant Buddha statues rising into the sky and killing them with a single sword would end everyone's sadness.
The eight acquaintances are still the same eight acquaintances.
The Eighth Sword Immortal has never changed.
"This is too strong..."
The storyteller murmured, not even hearing Xu Xiaoshou's question. His eyes were filled with twinkling little stars, and the love in his eyes almost overflowed.
"This way."
Xu Xiaoshou pointed to the mirror in front of him.
In the picture, after the eight immortals flying in the air were out of Gou Wuyue's sight, their bodies began to tremble, and their hands and feet were obviously a little weak.
Immediately after several violent coughs, the blood was filled with fragments of the five internal organs, and he almost coughed out his lungs.
"elder brother!"
The storyteller immediately thought of the sequelae after his brother's attack, but before he could move, a begonia flower bloomed at the feet of the Eight Masters.
Under closure, the whole person disappears.
"Tsk tsk, you were a step too slow and your giegie was snatched~"
Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head and spoke in a teasing tone.
The storyteller glared at him angrily, and without any nonsense, he just made a move, and the two of them switched at the speed of light in the space crack.
The blade of turbulent void quickly disappeared.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that in just a few breaths, he returned to the ground and sensed the familiar energy of the great avenue.
"What is your ability?"
He became curious.
If you say this is space, it doesn't look like it.
After all, Xu Xiaoshou had seen Ye Xiaotian's space power before.
But it’s not a spatial attribute...
When Xu Xiaoshou thought about the ancient book space of the man in the red skirt, as well as the avenues and scenes that could be completely reproduced, this made no sense at all.
"The Mirror World."
The storyteller seemed to truly regard Xu Xiaoshou as one of his own, and he was unambiguous as he explained:
"To put it bluntly, their abilities are just mirror engravings, but with the cooperation of 'Yin Yang Life and Death?' and even treasures, they can use power similar to space."
"Understand?"
Xu Xiaoshou nodded.
Now he understood.
It turns out that the ancient book space is the power of "Yin and Yang Life and Death?", but the mirror worlds such as Lingzheze, Lijian Grassland, etc. were recreated by the storyteller himself.
Think about it this way.
Even if it's not space, such an ability is really terrifying!
"Mirror engraving..."
Xu Xiaoshou felt that none of the Saint Slaves were simple.
The abilities and treasures they possess enable each of these people to stand alone.
To put it bluntly, maybe,
If he didn't have such outstanding abilities, how could he be chosen by the Eighth Sword Immortal and become one of the nine Saint Slaves?
While I was thinking about it, the ground suddenly started to squirm.
Then, a Begonia flower bloomed, and Begonia'er appeared carrying Bazunzhen's figure who was so weak that his face was pale.
"Where's Mr. Sang? What should I say?"
Xu Xiaoshou didn't hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
Although he had been watching from the sidelines, he could clearly see that Cen Qiaofu was brought out by the Eight Masters, but Mr. Sang was still in Gou Wuyue's body.
"The second one is dead."
Bazunzhen seemed to be unable to speak even a single sentence. His lips moved a few times, and Haitang'er spoke for him.
"The 'Evil Sin Bow' of Ai Cang Sheng is one of the nine supreme artifacts created in the early days of Chaos. In terms of ranking, it is as famous as the 'Four Swords'."
"And Ai Cangsheng used the power of a semi-saint to shoot that arrow. It's lucky that he survived, not to mention the demonic energy. No one can break it!"
"He can't do it either?" Xu Xiaoshou pointed at the wilted Bazun and asked.
"He really can't do it." Haitang'er said seriously.
"Cough cough cough...poof!"
Bazunzhen seemed to be struggling to refute, but after coughing violently, a mouthful of blood sprayed directly behind Haitang'er's ear.
"Being cursed, passive value, +1."
"..."
The few people were silent for a few moments, and they all seemed to understand something.
"Leave first!"
The storyteller took the lead and waved his hand, indicating that this place was not a good place for conversation.
Several people nodded at the same time, the crabapple flowers bloomed again, and the figures disappeared.
The battle is finally resolved.
The bitter space left is all over the sky, and the scars are everywhere.
Even the heaven and earth were shattered. Even at this moment, the setting sun should be like blood and the west wind withered.
now.
Without him, I can only be quiet.
…
Bang bang bang...
Under the moonlight night, in the cave.
There were piles of bonfires and the crackling of firewood.
Xu Xiaoshou controlled Bai Yan with one hand, heating the barbecue for everyone, while using his "sense" to secretly peek at the people sitting around him.
Bazun, Haitang'er, storyteller...
There are two peak level slayers, plus one who can kill seven hundred white-clothed swordsmen and defeat the Eight Masters of the Moonless Sword Immortal.
Never for a moment did Xu Xiaoshou dare to imagine that he could be with such a big shot.
He didn't even dare to do this even in his dreams.
"Everything in the world is unpredictable, I'm afraid this is the time!"
In front of him were the three giants, and sitting next to him were the already awakened Lei Shuangxing, Lorelei, and his junior sister, Mu Zixi.
These people are much more interesting.
Luo Leilei made no secret of it, staring at Xu Xiaoshou with her big eyes, with amusement, teasing, and cunningness trying to make fun of her.
But with her senior around, she didn't dare to talk nonsense.
And in tears, this guy has disappeared since he was kicked to death by the bloody tauren transformed by Xin Gugu.
Apparently, the storyteller saved his life.
After taking a short rest, he is now half-resurrected.
The gray and blurry face was shimmering in the bonfire, and the direction of his head was facing Mu Zixi.
Mu Zixi only took a careful look at this ugly face, but did not dare to look at it any more, and shrank to the side of Xu Xiaoshou.
She was also thrown into the space debris flow by Mr. Sang and was rescued by the Storyteller.
At this moment, sitting facing the tears, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.
"Xu Xiaoshou, what does he keep looking at me for?"
Carefully passing the message, Mu Zixi simply moved his butt, using Xu Xiaoshou as a shield.
Xu Xiaoshou was concentrating on the game in his hand and using elixirs to make seasonings. He was showing off his "cooking proficiency" skills. He didn't think much about it. Hearing this, he immediately asked: "Why are you looking at my junior sister?"
As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention.
Obviously Mu Zixi had a message, and Xu Xiaoshou was very down-to-earth.
Or to put it another way, he is not yet familiar with the magical skill of sound transmission.
Tears appeared as if he was stunned for a moment, and his lips and teeth curled up: "I am blind."
Xu Xiaoshou stiffened his hand, frowned, turned his head angrily, and gave Mu Zixi a hard slap on the head.
"Why are they...well, why are they looking at you? Besides, why are they looking at you? Do you have any objections?"
Mu Zixi held her head and was about to speak. Everyone looked at her at the same time. Her mouth dropped, her eyes filled with tears, and she couldn't say anything.
"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."
The scene became quiet again.
Xu Xiaoshou had been sitting there for so long, and the big bosses hadn't spoken yet. He simply turned around and looked at Lai Shuangxing.
He has been very curious about this guy since he came to Tiansang Ling Palace.
When Mu Zixi opened her eyes later, her black and white pupils were exactly the same as the way Ye Xiaotian's eyes were fixed on her with tears streaming down her face that day.
In other words, might there be any connection between these two people?
Mu Zixi's secret, maybe the solution can be found in this person?
"your eyes……"
Just when Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, he saw everyone looking at him in surprise. It was obvious that this kind of topic, which was similar to exposing people's scars, was not suitable for direct questioning at all.
But he didn't care. He hesitated and asked, "Is there a story?"
"Um."
Tears flowed in unison without even raising his head.
The scene was quiet again.
Xu Xiaoshou was confused.
That's it?
He glanced back at Mu Zixi and said straight to the point: "Do you know Divine Demon Tong?"