The last mission they received was to go to the White Cave to find Feng Yujin, which was also the last stand of the conservative faction.
But it failed.
Feng Yujin never promised them to join the Xuyue Gray Palace, but was eventually captured by Xu Xiaoshou.
It was precisely because Caramel Tang saw Xu Xiaoshou's potential that he sent Greedy God away, and finally kept Xin Gugu by Xu Xiaoshou's side.
This is an important move for the old school.
Maybe if we go well, we can finally turn the tide and save the building from collapse.
But these are just back-up moves.
Back to reality, back to the present.
When the two seniors of the old school, Wu Xia and Yue Xie, really appeared in front of them and were about to be taken down by Hongyi without any basis, Xin Gugu couldn't hold himself any longer.
This was his childhood belief.
Similarly, it is also the belief of most good-hearted ghosts and beasts.
They don't deserve to be treated like this...
Senior Uxia is really a good person!
Xingugu knows everything.
He knew that war might bring peace, but the cost would be extremely high.
There must be another way to protect the bodies of those ghost beasts who do not want war, and at the same time, find true peace on the other side.
This method is what Senior Wu Xia is looking for, the conservatives of Xu Yue Gray Palace are looking for, and he, Xin Gugu, is also looking for it.
It's different from others.
Maybe someone else has found a way.
But he was so excited that he fell in love with someone.
"Momo!"
Expecting this, Xin Gugu looked back and said with a serious expression: "Senior Wu Xia cannot die. I must find Xu Xiaoshou. Is there any way you can contact him?"
"Usha?"
Mo Mo was startled and immediately came back to his senses: "Xu Xiaoshou must be thinking of a way at this moment. Why are you contacting him?"
"too slow!"
Xin Gugu is eager to save people, how can he wait any longer?
He sent a message again: "Now that the barrier is broken, we may be able to contact Xu Xiaoshou. I have something urgent. I must find him immediately and make it clear immediately."
"No..." Mo Mo shook his head, "The barrier is broken, but if you use the communication beads, you may still be intercepted by the white clothes, red clothes, etc., and Xu Xiaoshou's existence may be exposed. This is definitely unwise."
Xingugu was speechless.
Is there really no other way?
At this moment, Mo Mo had an idea and rolled his eyes, seeming to have thought of something.
"Maybe there is a way..."
"What solution?" Xin Gugu was delighted.
Mo Mo remained silent and turned to look at Liu Changqing.
This new ghost beast's body, with its Dao-killing cultivation, is completely useless in the situation here.
However, the Xuan Wuji in his body dares to be called a heavenly magician who can be matched by no one outside the sky!
Maybe, something can be done?
…
Beicheng District, Tianqi Forest.
The figure in white clothes rustled, the first wave of support, several teams had already arrived.
There is no way, no one can underestimate the fluctuation of holy power.
Once the holy power is leaked, it's just an accident.
If this is really a prelude to a war, and the war may also burn the layout of white clothes and red clothes, then the support will be late, which is equivalent to no support!
However, even Bai Yi's speed is extremely fast.
When they arrived at Tianqi Forest, the battle was still over.
The flower fairy eyes of the visitor from the underworld are too strong.
If it were not for the need to finally eliminate the semi-saint blood mark, Baiyi might not even be able to notice that they had taken action during this wave of surprise attacks on the Jiang family.
Therefore, everyone who rushed to the scene could only find Jiang Chaotian and the unconscious client Jiang Xian outside Tianqi Forest.
After getting a little understanding of the situation, Baiyi immediately went out to search for the culprit, King of Hell, and the Saint Slave organization that made people even more frightened.
Zhongcheng District.
Before Bai Yi took action, there were already three figures flying at high speed under the night sky.
Xu Xiaoshou, one of the masterminds behind the scenes, had already escaped from the Heavenly Prayer Forest under the cover of the storyteller's Yin Yang Life and Death? Space Power.
At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh at the power of space.
The ability to ascend to the sky in one step and add the disappearing technique allows him to travel freely across any realm without being blocked by the Zhan Dao.
But once the space is exiled, Xu Xiaoshou is powerless.
Storytellers are different.
This guy is at the pinnacle of Zhan Dao.
Coupled with the power of space that comes and goes without a trace, even if it encounters an ordinary Taixu, it can basically escape easily.
In this world full of crises, sometimes strong cultivation is of little use.
The method of escaping is what Xu Xiaoshou thinks can be used to measure a person's combat power level.
"So, uncle, do you really plan to go directly to the boss of the King of Hell, Huang Quan?"
While flying, Xu Xiaoshou turned back and looked at the sloppy uncle carrying the sack.
This uncle followed him.
As for the reason...
After Xu Xiaoshou knew that he was running towards the death of the King of Hell, he just said: "I know where the boss of the King of Hell is."
After that, the uncle followed.
Not too much nonsense.
There was no sense of caution at all.
Xu Xiaoshou's own feeling was to say: "I want to sell you, can you help me count the money?"
The uncle solemnly said "Okay" and started counting the money without any explanation.
When Xu Xiaoshou realized there might be a scam and wanted to stop it.
The other party still refuses to give in!
The uncle insisted on counting the money for him.
Even if the number is too small, it won't work. He is determined to help to the end and send the Buddha to the West with sincerity.
thus.
This behavior made Xu Xiaoshou feel a little inconsistent.
"Um."
On one side, when faced with similar questions that had been asked seven or eight times by his colleagues on the road, the uncle stopped talking and just nodded in response, cherishing his words like gold.
Xu Xiaoshou was very flustered by him: "Are you really not afraid that I will take advantage of you?"
The uncle smiled: "Can you use me?"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
"Is there really no other reason? I don't believe you don't know the situation in Nancheng District... You are helping me!" Xu Xiaoshou said again.
Uncle: "I'm not helping you, I just want to hurt Xuanjian."
Xu Xiaoshou: "What you do will help me by the way!"
Uncle: "Shouldn't you be happy about this?"
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
He was stunned speechless.
yes!
I should really feel happy to say that.
But……
How can there be such a good person in this world?
It's obvious that others are going to take advantage of you, but you still foolishly try to take advantage of you. Isn't this extremely stupid?
But to say that the uncle is stupid...
Xu Xiaoshou disagreed.
He felt that there must be a fraud involved, the kind of situation that he couldn't detect and couldn't grasp the slightest clue.
Very clever technique!
Xu Xiaoshou pondered for a while, rubbed his chin, and thought deeply while flying.
The uncle looked back and saw the young man's expression, laughed out loud and shook his head frequently.
The storyteller on the side was actually dumbfounded.
He felt the strength of this sloppy uncle even more deeply than Xu Xiaoshou.
The storyteller dares to say that with regard to his swordsmanship, except for his elder brother and the Seven Swordsmen, there may not be many people in the world who can compare with him.
But it is this kind of person who is nameless and willing to be taken advantage of...
Crazy!
The storyteller was already going crazy in his heart. What kind of physique did Xu Xiaoshou have? Why did he always look so popular wherever he went?
At this time, Xu Xiaoshou's search was fruitless and he gave up thinking.
He turned around and seriously asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time: "So, uncle, who are you and why do you always want to help me?"
Sometimes Xu Xiaoshou really doubted whether this sloppy uncle liked him and was following him secretly. He would take action when he saw that he was in danger.
The uncle just replied calmly: "As I said, I am the Eight Masters."
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
He turned his head and looked at the storyteller: "You... uh, are you sure that the head of our Saint Slave is the Eight Lords?"
The storyteller was now a little unconfident, "Brother, yes, it should be, right?"
"What do you mean you should!" Xu Xiaoshou's head hurt.
He was sure that the masked man was the real Eight Masters, and this sloppy uncle was just a fake. How could he really be the Eight Masters?
"Stop lying to me!"
Turning his head, Xu Xiaoshou glanced at his uncle.
"Really, you are such an elder, why do you like teasing juniors so much?"
"The 'Guan Sword Manual' was given to me by you, and you also saved my life."
"So, there's really no need to lie to me."
Xu Xiaoshou said with great sincerity: "We are our own people!"
The storyteller was surprised: "Guan Jian Dian, did he give it to you?"
"right!"
Xu Xiaoshou looked back: "You may not believe it, but I didn't learn my sword reading from your brother. I learned it from an ancient book called "Guanjian Canon" that he gave me."
Now the storyteller was shocked.
"Impossible..." He murmured in a low voice: "The sword-watching manual belongs to my brother. He said it has never been left outside, how could it be in the hands of others?"
The two of them looked at the uncle again at the same time.
"who are you!"
The uncle smiled: "I know you all~"
This time, the three of them were quiet.
Xu Xiao was so angry that his teeth itched.
The storyteller observed carefully, but still could not see any flaws.
And uncle...
The uncle is still carrying his big sack, like a conscientious laborer. He is dusty and adds bricks and tiles wherever there is a shortage of bricks and tiles.
Sometimes late, but never absent.
"You are so righteous..." Xu Xiaoshou complained silently in his heart, not planning to ask any more questions.
At this time.
His ears suddenly twitched, and he noticed ripples in the void in front of him, and it began to change.
The uncle and the storyteller were alert at the same time and stopped.
The ripples in the void gathered together and turned into a heavenly secret formation.
"Tianjishu?"
The storyteller was shocked.
For a moment, he even thought that Dao Qiongcang had found him and took action himself.
I wanted to gather all my strength to attack, but the uncle on one side immediately stopped me, "Wait a minute, I'm not that experienced."
The storyteller was shocked.
Seasoned...
The uncle knew what he was thinking, and he also knew that Dao Qiongang's honorable title should not be addressed directly, but there was no trace of awe in his words.
Who is this person?
The Heavenly Secret Formation changed, and after a moment, an illusory image of a human head appeared.
"Small machine?"
Xu Xiaoshou reluctantly recognized this head.
"you know?"
The storyteller on the side was surprised.
He had never seen such a magical technique, where a person's head was dropped from the air to have a conversation.
How long has Xu Xiaoshou been in the royal city to get to know such a celestial magician?
"Um."
Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "A ghost beast."
"Fuckmon!"
The Xuan Wuji image in the Tianji Formation became furious and corrected: "I am your Inji Ancestor!"
"Xuan Wuji?" The sloppy uncle also raised his eyebrows, "The Xuan Wuji who was sent directly in by the old Taoist using Tianji Technique? Aren't you on Void Island?"
Xuan Wuji saw the sloppy uncle's appearance in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, the transformed image shook violently and the sound disappeared.
His mouth was open, as if he was exclaiming.
But half of the sound could not be transmitted, and it was obvious that the Tianji Technique was not stable at this moment.
Then, after a while, the picture began to stabilize.
"Who are you?!" Xuan Wuji was surprised.
"I know you all." The uncle responded.
"You're not the damn Eight Masters, you scared me, Ancestor Wuji!" Xuan Wuji was furious.
"Haha." The uncle smiled.
Seeing that the two of them were about to chat, Xu Xiaoshou quickly interrupted: "Stop chatting, Xiaojiji, what do you want from me? Was there an accident at the scene, or did you escape?"
Although Xuan Wuji used Tianji to communicate with him, Xu Xiaoshou was very surprised.
But when Mo Mo was forced to think of using Xuanwuji to communicate with him, and possibly having to hide it from Liu Changqing's level of human form, Xu Xiaoshou felt that something big was going on.
Right now, business matters are of course important.
"Escape, it's impossible to escape, all the monsters are here..."
Xuan Wuji sneered when he heard this, and continued: "There is a boy named Xin who strongly urges you to come back quickly, saying that something big has happened and he wants you to save someone."
"Save people?" Xu Xiaoshou repeated.
"Or as you say, save a ghost beast."
"Ghost beast? Do I recognize it?"
"How do I know this? But this is a Taixu-level ghost beast. Maybe we can do some tricks and put in some effort to trap it." Xuan Wuji started his suggestion.
Once a person gets on a pirate ship, he will inevitably want to repair the dilapidated ship.
At the very least, you should have a minimum sense of security while sitting, right?
When Xu Xiaoshou heard about the Taixu level ghost beast, he knew that he would not recognize it.
But the person Xin Gugu wants to save must have some connection with Xu Yue Gray Palace.
He also wanted to ask more about the situation at the trade fair.
But at this moment, the sloppy uncle suddenly waved his hand and directly shattered the Tianji Formation.
"What are you..."
Xu Xiaoshou looked back in confusion.
At this time, he saw the uncle and the storyteller looking at the ground at the same time.
On the ground, there was a short old man with a hunchback, trying his best to look up at the sky.
The direction they were looking at was exactly where the three of them were standing in the air.
"Wang Dachui..."
The storyteller stared at this man and murmured, having a headache.
"Who?" Xu Xiaoshou could feel that the person coming was not simple.
Moreover, this person has a very serious target against the three of them.
"You guys leave first!"
At this time, before the storyteller had time to explain, the sloppy uncle had already waved his hand and said:
"I won't go looking for the underworld of the King of Hell for now. Once it's settled here, I'll go over to the trade fair you mentioned to have a look."