The storyteller in a red dress floated down from the air.
He covered his red lips with one hand, and held the yin and yang of life and death with the other hand.
This place has suddenly become his replica of the small world of Tianqi Forest.
The three great Zhandao and Xu Xiaoshou were trapped in this small world at an unknown time.
"Saint slave?"
When the real Saint Slave fell, the three major slashers in the field felt their hearts tremble.
The hypothetical book is looking at the yin and yang life and death in the hands of the true storyteller, and the eyelids have started to beat wildly.
This method of recreating the world...
Tell the truth.
The three major slashing paths in the field have been heard for a long time. They are the power of the space rules of Yin and Yang, life and death.
What Jiang Chaotian didn't expect was that he accidentally entered this space because he was eager to save people.
He didn't even understand the situation, and he didn't even know who had taken the Sanyan Eyes, but he was already in this inexplicable whirlpool.
What the two kings of Hell never expected was that one moment they were pretending to be the slaves of the saint, and the next moment the saint slaves really sent high-level officials over.
The point is, for some reason...
After the two of them got half of Sanyan Pupils, they did not run away in advance.
Being imprisoned now, it is even more difficult to fly!
Zhan Dao is said to be a small realm in the third level of Throne, but in fact it is more like a large realm.
Between Zhan Dao and Taixu, there is a natural chasm - the Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation.
Nine death thunder tribulations, totaling nine tribulations.
One calamity and one death, one death and one heaven.
Among the grades, the gap is huge.
Let’s just talk about cultivation and don’t talk about Leijiatong.
In the current situation, the two kings of hell, who are at the peak of the Dao of Killing, are naturally weaker than Jiang Chaotian, who has survived three tribulations of nine-death thunder tribulations.
But three tribulations are only three tribulations after all.
Storyteller, who survived the nine-death thunder catastrophe, who didn't know?
The other party doesn't know when it will appear, so everyone is involved in the situation first.
I am already weak in cultivation, but this time I was given the upper hand. How can I break the situation?
"The Seventh Leader of the Holy Slave..."
Jiang Chaotian looked at the storyteller falling gracefully, his eyes uncertain.
He didn't know the identities of the two people behind him, but the name of the Holy Slave was astonishing to his ears.
"Are you also involved in the action of taking away my Jiang family's three disgusting pupils?" Jiang Chaotian asked in a deep voice.
"No, no, no, old man, you have misunderstood~"
Hearing this, the storyteller just waved his hands gently: "The reason why I came here this time has nothing to do with you, Mrs. Jiang. I just saw someone throwing dirty water on my holy slave, and I couldn't stand it."
Jiang Chaotian narrowed his eyes: "In this way, the life and death of our clan's Young Master Jiang..."
"It has nothing to do with me!"
The storyteller smiled and took over the words: "I have no interest in Sanyan Tongmu at all. This thing is not in my hands, but the two behind you..."
As he spoke, he looked at the two kings of hell, shrugged and said: "One has flower fairy eyes, and the other has cross-shaped eyes. Think about it carefully, who would fall in love with your Young Master Jiang's three-disgusting eyes!"
Jiang Chaotian turned around abruptly.
The two kings of hell are a different person with flower fairy eyes and cherry pink eyes, they are really eye-catching.
The other one is hiding his ears and closing his eyes tightly, which is also very thought-provoking.
Jiang Chaotian is not stupid.
It was now clear who was more likely to be suspected.
But before he could ask the question, Yin Cao had already angrily accused the storyteller: "You didn't take Sanyan Tongmu, but Xu Xiaoshou did."
"Xu Xiaoshou?" The storyteller was startled and looked around. He couldn't see anyone else here, "What Xu Xiaoshou? Are you talking about people?"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
He is invisible.
But he's still here!
How old is this storyteller, and you still hurt him?
Jiang Chaotian also couldn't see anyone else here.
But now this place is the storyteller's space. Even if he hides something, it is understandable that others have not discovered it.
Expecting this, Jiang Chaotian hugged Jiang Xian, and his expression began to change.
If they are all enemies...
He was going to fight three people alone?
At this time, Yin Cao calmly took out one of the three eyes, and then looked at Jiang Chaotian.
"As you can see, I only took one of these things, and the other one is in the hands of Xu Xiaoshou, the Holy Slave." It is impossible for Yin Cao to take the blame for the Holy Slave.
"How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?"
Who would have thought that the writer would be unhappy? He pointed at the underworld, his beautiful eyes slightly angry: "I told you that Xu Xiaoshou is not here."
Yin Cao: "Haha."
The two of them seemed to be starting to bicker under this turbulent scene.
But when Jiang Chaotian on one side saw the three-hate pupil on the hand of the King of Hell, he was so angry that he couldn't hold it back anymore.
He is from the Jiang clan.
Jiang family, a semi-saint family.
Now in this situation, the two forces in front of him actually treat the Jiang clan member as a fool, kicking the ball back and forth and throwing blame?
"Insult me, Mrs. Jiang..."
"You don't have to leave tonight!"
Never said a word.
Jiang Chaotian put the unconscious Jiang Xian on his back with his backhand, raised his hands, and the space here began to crack inch by inch.
Amidst the clicking sound, Jiang Chaotian's figure floated into the air, and white clouds rose from his hands.
"The clouds open the way to heaven!"
An angry shout.
The majestic spiritual energy exploded.
The regular Dao patterns that trapped the space here were like clouds and mist moving with the wind in the sky. A hole was opened under the force of Jiang Chaotian's palms.
Later.
There was an explosion in the night sky.
Qing Ming split into two halves.
It looks like a big hole has been opened in the sky above Tianqi Forest.
But everyone here understands that Jiang Chaotian's palm took the lead in splitting the storyteller's space.
"interesting……"
The storyteller raised his eyebrows.
Jiang's slashing skills truly lived up to their reputation.
But if you split a mountain, it will have countless layers.
What's the point of doing this?
But Jiang Chaotian split open the small space world of Yin and Yang Life and Death with a palm. Before the storyteller was trapped in another small world, he did not try to break through this sealed space, but chose to communicate with the power of the rules of the Holy God Continent.
Cut off the road in the mainland and follow the rules of the mainland.
"Clouds descend!"
Jiang Chaotian punched him hard.
From the large hole that was opened in the sky, a white cloud suddenly descended.
The pillar of cloud descends to earth.
The target seems to be the yincao with three eyes in his hand.
"Madman!" The visitor from Yin Cao cursed.
Is Mrs. Jiang stupid?
Instead of thinking about breaking through the multiple dimensions of the storyteller first, I chose to take action here.
Isn’t this the same as letting storytellers sit firmly in the position of fishermen and watch the dragons and tigers fight, with both sides losing?
The cloud pillars surged down, shocking the world.
The Yunwu Xingjie, which didn't seem to have a strong attack power, completely melted into nothingness when it touched the space.
One can imagine what would happen to the human body if it were to be enveloped by this pillar of cloud.
"Nirvana!"
At that time, Baigui Yexing raised his head in a low voice.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the cross-shaped pupils were aimed at the cloud pillar falling from the sky.
"Rumble--"
The sound of cracking suddenly resounded in the void.
Nirvana is silent.
The pieces of the melting cloud pillar withered under the power of the cross pupils.
But the plane-guiding power, which is rich in the power of the continent's rules, after receiving the command of "extermination" of the cross-shaped pupils, they all burst into angry voices of resistance.
The way of heaven.
No blasphemy allowed.
Let alone annihilation?
"Poof!" Baigui suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the look in his eyes immediately dimmed.
The power of disaster...
As soon as they fought, Baigui reacted and saw the difference in cultivation between the two sides.
He has not survived the nine-death thunder tribulation, and rarely fights with the powerful Zhan Dao masters who have survived the nine-death thunder tribulation.
Just a subjective guess.
I originally thought that this was just a spiritual skill rich in dissolving power that could be destroyed with the Cross Eyes.
But he never thought that Jiang Chaotian's sky-shattering technique just now had secretly attracted the catastrophic power of the mainland rules.
Such a forced move offended Heaven, and the backlash was naturally serious.
"A cross with different eyes?"
On the other side, Jiang Chaotian's beard and hair were flying, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.
He looked at the hundreds of ghosts walking at night, and seemed to be shocked by the power of his eyes.
Such a power that can destroy even the laws of heaven is really shocking.
But after only a moment of trance, he took out a drop of golden holy blood from the ring with his backhand, and opened his mouth to swallow it.
"Stop him!"
At this time, all the ghosts were in a panic.
The Semi-Saint people are indeed rich.
In the previous battle, he extinguished three drops of Jiang Xian's holy blood.
I never thought that when Jiang Chaotian came out at this moment, he would drink the semi-saint blood without saying a word.
But at this moment, his body was seriously injured, and he even used the Cross Eyes forcibly once.
If you think about it again, the price will be too high!
As soon as the holy blood came out, all the ghosts panicked, and the storyteller who was watching the battle was even more frightened.
"You scared the baby to death, so why don't you just sacrifice your trump card?"
The storyteller wanted to use the power of rules to forcibly remove the holy blood.
But out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Yin Cao looking anxious and opening his eyes. He immediately withdrew his magical powers, took a few steps back, and cleared the battlefield.
"Flower fairy eyes, fantasy!"
The visitor from Yincao made a seal with his hands, and his eyes bloomed with cherry blossoms. He wanted to use the same method he used to remove the half-saint blood mark to remove the holy blood.
But if someone else takes action.
Jiang Chaotian and the holy blood in his hands instantly turned into clouds and disappeared in place.
"cloud?"
This move caught everyone off guard.
Cloud properties.
Not trapped by form, not moved by mind.
As a cloud, there is no connection in the world.
Yin Cao's flower fairy eyes were aimed at Jiang Chaotian, and Jiang Chaotian's shadow was clearly still there.
But his body and spirit...
Shape and meaning...
But with one thought, at the same time, they all disappeared!
"Insult me Jiang?"
As soon as the battle situation changed, a low voice appeared in Yin Cao's ears.
When Jiang Chaotian appeared again, he was already behind Yin Cao. His face was dark and pale, and there was a look of pain and anger in his eyes.
"Die!"
After saying this, Jiang Chao added the holy blood and threw it into his throat.
At this moment, even the storyteller couldn't react.
Cao Laike made a mistake!
Her flower fairy eyes were unable to control Jiang Chaotian immediately!
As for Jiang Chaotian, who is about to swallow the holy blood, the power he can exert in this place will probably shock even his storyteller.
This is not Jiang Xian.
This is Jiang Chaotian who cuts the path.
His utilization rate of holy blood is hundreds or thousands of times that of Jiang Xian's holy statue!
"Nima..."
Cursing angrily in his heart, the storyteller already wanted to run away.
But……
"Xu Xiaoshou, where is he?"
He wanted to call Xu Xiaoshou.
However, Xu Xiaoshou was not someone he could actively communicate with in his disappeared state.
Although Ming Ming was aware of it, no one escaped from this space.
But Xu Xiaoshou, who disappeared within the scope of this space, in the final analysis, disappeared.
At least, the storyteller couldn't figure out its location at all.
…
at the same time.
Before the holy blood enters the throat.
In the electric light and flint, Xu Xiaoshou, who had been watching the battle secretly, chose to take action at the speed of light.
He saw Jiang Xian take out the holy blood.
This thing is something that even hundreds of ghosts are worried about and must be extinguished as soon as it appears.
I was tempted before, but I didn't dare to move.
That's because there's no one behind you.
Now that the storyteller is here, what else does Xu Xiaoshou dare not touch?
The most important thing is that after Jiang Chaotian takes the holy blood, he will definitely become the leader of the battle here.
How could he, Xu Xiaoshou, put himself in such a dangerous situation?
"Holy blood? Bring it to you!"
Take one step to reach the sky.
Xu Xiaoshou, who was looking at the overall situation, suddenly appeared next to Jiang Chaotian and Yin Cao before everyone had time to react.
Then, his black-gloved hand, which had been put on after disappearing, was thrust out.
Suddenly, he was cut off from the holy blood and Jiang Chaotian's bloody mouth.
"Disappearance spell, lifted!"
A silent thought in my heart.
Ripples in the void suddenly appeared.
In the midst of everyone's thoughts, they saw a figure of a masked man in black robes, his head and face covered, suddenly appearing in the center of the battle.
He blocked the holy blood from entering his throat with two fingers.
Then, he flicked his fingertips to the left, which was the direction of Jiang Chaotian's mouth.
With a bang, the sword energy exploded.
Jiang Chaotian reacted extremely quickly at the critical moment, and his spiritual energy gathered on his head, hoping to receive the sudden blow from this uninvited guest.
The next second, his body was violently torn open by two fingers.
The spiritual essence was cut off.
There was even a trace of blood on Jiang Chaotian's face, as well as a kind of sword energy that seemed to resemble both form and thought.
Everyone was shocked.
However, the masked man who suddenly appeared had finished slapping it with two fingers, and then curled his fingertips to catch the golden holy blood and put it into his bag.
"???"
Everyone looked confused.
This person appeared suddenly...
Although Jiang Chao didn't take precautions in time, he was very weak.
But he can cut through Dao Ling Yuan with just two fingers, and he can still leave such bloody wounds.
Who is this person?
At this moment, almost no one thought that this was Xu Xiaoshou.
Even the King of Hell, his impression of Xu Xiaoshou's performance is still the same as that of Sang Lao who appeared last time.
And the moves used by the masked man who appeared here...
It’s the sword finger!
It's a sword move!
This is obviously a new character!
…
The whole place was silent.
Xu Xiaoshou fell behind Yin Cao, covering his face, and with a hoarse voice, he smiled softly: "Everyone, give me some face and stop it, how about that?"
Until then.
Jiang Chaotian stopped retreating, wiped the blood on his face, and found that Ling Yuan was trying to repair the remaining power in it.
He was startled, raised his eyes to look at the masked man, suddenly realized something, and said in horror: "This is... Sword Thought?!"
at the same time.
Jiang Qi and Jiang Si, who had been watching without daring to speak, looked at the familiar figure and suddenly thought of the person who broke into Tianyang Village without permission.
At that moment, the two of them were so frightened that they both took half a step back, with doubts on their faces: "The eighth sword immortal?!"
The storyteller was even more stunned in mid-air.
He looked at the figure that should have been in Yunlun Mountains, but appeared inexplicably in Tianqi Forest, and his whole person fell into a state of confusion.
"Brother, brother?"
When Xu Xiaoshou heard this, he looked back at the storyteller. His expression dimmed, his tone became angry, and he scolded: "Why do you do things so slowly?"
Storyteller:???
At this moment, he reacted immediately.
This is not my brother!
This is Xu Xiaoshou!
"you……"
"people……"
The storyteller stretched his neck and his face suddenly turned red.
After thinking deeply about the three realms of whether a mountain is a mountain, not a mountain, or a mountain, he realized that it might really be Xu Xiaoshou...
At that moment, the whole person was shocked again and became speechless.
Come again?!
This guy pretends to be someone else. Is he addicted to pretending?
How dare he?
In such a chaotic situation like this, how could he, an innate, mess up?
Picture what?
It's not like it's just for that drop of holy blood...
While the storyteller was roaring crazily in his heart, he tried his best to cooperate with the acting. He rolled his fingers and muttered: "Yes, I was wrong..."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the storyteller suddenly realized again.
If Xu Xiaoshou came out now, wouldn't he want to retaliate for his casual remarks just now?