Chapter 1302 How Can I Not Be Free and Happy as a Banished Immortal?

Void Island.

All the few people who remained looked up at Xu Xiaoshou, who had chased after them with a sword from the space crack and returned calmly from the space crack, and were speechless for a long time.

At that moment, the giant kingdom under their feet was connected to the space of the Holy Land.

Rao Yaoyao could get out, and Xu Xiaoshou could get out.

Everyone could naturally hear the few "Yu Lao save me" from Rao Yaoyao in the outside world.

And Xu Xiaoshou's indifferent "One thought of gods and Buddhas is different, one thought of Prajna is nothing."

The subsequent cry of the Holy Fall directly reflected the result after Xu Xiaoshou drew his sword.

Rao Yaoyao was killed by his Prajna!

Holy Fall!

Everyone had a big doubt in their hearts:

They had arrived at the Holy Land, but no one from the Rao clan of the Holy Emperor family came to help Rao Yaoyao?

What happened to the Yu Lao mentioned by Rao Yaoyao that made him fail to save Rao Yaoyao from Xu Xiaoshou after he lost the power of the four Holy Emperors?

Why was Xu Xiaoshou able to attain enlightenment in one day, summon the Holy Tribulation and cut it off with the Second Face Gate, step into the highest peak of the ancient sword cultivation, and perform the second realm of Prajna that only his teacher could do?

Too many, too many questions!

Xu Xiaoshou, he is even just a junior with a rising reputation, how can he do all this?

In front of the Void Island, everyone even thought that putting him together with Yu Lingdi would lower the level of the title of the head of the Spirit Department.

Now Xu Xiaoshou has drawn his sword and killed the saint. No matter what the process is, the result is like this, he has completed a cross-era feat.

His achievements, thinking carefully, have completely surpassed the eight masters of "three breaths of innateness, three years of sword immortal"!

"The times are changing..."

Looking at the black figure that came from the sky, but the breath and momentum were gradually declining, many people who were looking forward to it had such thoughts in their hearts:

With Xu Xiaoshou as the leader, another era of the waves behind pushing the waves ahead is coming again.

The last time was the Ten Thrones, this time Xu Xiaoshou killed the Saint as a sign, too early, leaving no time for his peers.

Shuigui watched the staggering Xu Xiaoshou return, as if he saw a sleeping giant beast waking up.

At the last moment, it was actually Rao Yaoyao who was released by him.

Let the tiger go back to the mountain... this mountain must be Yunlun's mountain.

Shuigui didn't know the true thoughts of the Eight Lords, but he could guess a little.

If Xu Xiaoshou finally gave up and didn't chase, Rao Yaoyao would still die, and would die under the power of his Second Face Gate, and then the cause and effect would be borne by him, Shuigui, alone. This was in the plan, and the ending would not change.

If Xu Xiaoshou chose to chase, that is, the current development, Shuigui would also let Xu Xiaoshou go, allowing him to become famous in Yunlun.

The path of ancient sword cultivation, the way of cultivation is different from that of the spirit refiner after all.

Xu Xiaoshou, who is considered half of the descendant of the Eight Lords, also needs to be nourished by "fame".

This is why the name of "Saint Slave Shouye" was widely spread in Nanyu Banyueju before and after Xu Xiaoshou landed on the island.

Shuigui's move was the last move to add fuel to the flames.

Of course, whether Xu Xiaoshou could bear the consequences after killing him depended on his own ability.

Shuigui didn't care much about these.

His mission was over, and after he retired, it was the Eight Lords who should consider these.

Not far away, Dao Qiongcang, who also knew that the victory and defeat had been decided and stopped the war, looked at the young figure with a complicated expression.

He lost.

He lost completely.

Even the plan to cultivate a good chess piece that could be used later in such a foreseeable defeat was crushed by Xu Xiaoshou.

Sure enough, the biggest variable of Void Island would only be this young man, nothing else.

The change that Dao Qiongcang had not calculated at the Guizhe Holy Mountain at that time really made him lose everything, and he couldn't even save some of the next layout in advance.

"Young people are formidable..."

Dao Qiongcang laughed out loud, and there was more nostalgia in his eyes, recalling the turbulent mood when he was young and fought against various geniuses.

Soon, he calmed down and his face was no longer volatile.

Failure is not terrible, but it is terrible to be unable to accept failure.

In the eyes of the world, the game of the Holy Spirit Temple was completely over and completely defeated.

In the eyes of Dao Qiongcang, this was only the worst result, but everything had been expected.

This can be seen from the fact that he did not choose to take action himself at the Guizhe Holy Mountain, but gave it to Yan Wu Se to deal with the game of Void Island.

At that time, he was on Dao Qiongcang, and he might have died in the end, and even his body was implicated.

As for now, the ending will be one death, two deaths, or all deaths...

Things have come to this point, thinking about these things is actually not important.

From the beginning to the end, this is not their battlefield, but the back garden that the enemy wants to seize.

So, how to use these deaths to play the residual heat is what the real authorities should consider.

At this moment, Dao Qiongcang's heart is cold, and his blood is cold. He has long been accustomed to this kind of self.

He can even calmly deduce that there are only two developments next:

Either, this time, the people who are sitting on the holy mountain of Guizhe, and even the five great holy emperor families, are awakened by such shocking information, and the power of the Holy Spirit Hall can be reunited under his leadership to fight against the holy slaves.

Or, he Dao Qiongcang resigns, but he will not die. He will only leave the next mess to them to deal with, and send away the concentrated attention of all the eyes of the world, and he can continue his research.

Dao Qiongcang can accept both developments, and neither is a loss.

So Dao Qiongcang feels very sorry that Rao Yaoyao cannot become his sharpest sword.

But that's all.

He is not a person who will linger on the past.

Compared with this Rao family sword grinding stone, which sharpened Xu Xiaoshou's amazing sword in advance, Dao Qiongcang feels that Rao Yaoyao's death is a worthy death.

A chess piece worth only eight points, but she has fulfilled her mission excessively:

She awakened Guizhe Holy Mountain by knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, broke the balance of the five great Saint Emperor families, forced out the trump cards of Ba Zun'an in advance, and put the immature Xu Xiaoshou at the forefront of the storm and attracted the attention of the masses.

Rao Yaoyao's death is too worth it!

Xu Xiaoshou, who lost the power of the Saint Emperor and fell back to the throne realm overnight, how long it would take to recover and truly reach the semi-saint realm, Dao Qiongcang does not know.

But he knows that this kid has greater ambitions than Ba ​​Zun'an, and has more abilities. His rock-solid foundation means that he is more difficult to kill!

During the period of his growth and development, even if the process will be short, can he bear so many eyes, including the gaze of the Holy Emperor?

Praising to death is the most invisible way to kill people.

After Xu Xiaoshou finished with Void Island, he should be roasted on the fire by the world. Will he become a roasted suckling pig or real gold that is not afraid of fire? Dao Qiongcang will wait and see.

The Taoist Palace Master, who had figured out all the pros and cons in a short period of time, quickly turned his eyes to the other side and saw the Eight Zun An who was brought into the battle by Mei Jiren who had regained consciousness.

He believed that Xu Xiaoshou could not think of so many follow-ups at present, but the Eight Zun An could think of them.

So this person is really crazy, daring to believe that Xu Xiaoshou can successfully fight his way out in the cusp of the storm with such actions.

Life and death, success or failure, all in the future.

So, Xu Xiaoshou, how will you develop?

Will you take the path I arranged for you and use it for me?

Dao Qiongcang's eyes have a hint of expectation.

"So tired..."

"I've reached the top, I can't hold on any longer..."

After returning from the space crack, Xu Xiaoshou's strength quickly drained away like the receding tide.

He was so weak that his spirit was shaken and he almost fainted. He actually staggered in the air.

"Xu Xiaoshou!" The fragrant wind blew on his face. Lei Xi'er, with silver hair, flashed forward and supported Xu Xiaoshou, who was weak after the fierce battle.

"Hold on for a while." Xu Xiaoshou's eyes drooped, his whole body was cracked, and he almost fell from the sky. He tilted his head and lay in the soft arms of his junior sister, feeling at ease.

"Okay! You rest first." Seeing this, Lei Xi'er couldn't help but flash a trace of heartache in her eyes.

It's hard to imagine that she felt unbearable pain when she took on the power of a single Saint Emperor. As the center of the Four God Pillars, Xu Xiaoshou would feel what kind of pain he would feel when he took on the power of the four Saint Emperors.

Not to mention that after that, he still supported his exhausted body, crossed the space fragments, and sacrificed a sword "Prajna".

This guy used to have a body that would not be depleted no matter how much he consumed. He was as strong as a Kui Niu with unlimited energy.

Now he looks like he has been drained of all his blood and energy!

Lei Xier knew that it was definitely not that easy to get to the second level of ancient swordsmanship.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't know where he got such a breath, but after that sword, he was afraid that his energy and spirit would be completely lost along with "Prajna".

"Can Xu Xiaoshou really recover from this kind of damage to the foundation of Taoism..."

"He is still too hard on himself. He obviously doesn't need to do this for the Eight Lords!"

Lei Xier didn't know why her heart was tightened, her eyebrows were locked, and she quickly realized that she was affected by Mu Zixi.

The demon child turned around, her expression returned to calm, she picked up Xu Xiaoshou horizontally, and swallowed all the remaining demonic energy in his body.

"Huh!"

The life essence of her body dissipated faintly and was passively swallowed by Xu Xiaoshou.

This not only did not affect Lei Xier's own state, but made her look more mature and glamorous.

The living demon body is constantly devouring life force to become younger. The more it releases, the more she can recover herself and her strength.

"Xu Xiaoshou..." Xiao Kongtong saw Xu Xiaoshou so weak that he could not even protect himself from the distance, and subconsciously wanted to go forward.

Zhu Yike grabbed him, "What are you doing?"

"Why are you pulling me?" Xiao Kongtong looked back and glared at him. Doesn't this guy care at all?

The two of them have completed many exchanges with fellow patients in the Yuanfu world, and they are half-familiar friends.

"Why do you want to go over there again?"

"I care! Xu Xiaoshou is half my junior brother!"

"Is it your turn to care? It will be very abrupt if you go over now." Zhu Yike held his forehead.

"What's wrong with me?"

"What's wrong with you?"

Zhu Yike pulled back Xiao Kongtong, who was only good at fighting and had no sense of tact, and pointed at him in a subtle way, with the corners of his lips almost reaching his temples:

"Look, how harmonious they are..."

Xiao Kongtong looked in the direction of his finger.

Above the broken ruins, a woman with silver hair fluttering in the wind was wearing a green short skirt that didn't match her graceful figure, and in her arms was the big devil Xu Xiaoshou who looked like a little bird.

No matter how you look at this picture, the two of them have their own weird points, but when combined together, they are very pleasing to the eye.

The main and the secondary seem to be reversed, but it doesn't matter?

Needless to say, Lei Xier's appearance is beautiful, her face is as beautiful as a painting, her fairy-like figure is tender, she is silent, and her breath is like a faint orchid.

Even though there is dust and dirt on her cheeks, it still cannot conceal her cold and charming temperament. Instead, it adds a bit of worldly air of a fairy fallen into the mortal world, making her presence and reality more evident.

Even though Xu Xiaoshou was weak, his appearance and body were dull, but he had become handsome after being strengthened by "strengthening" many times.

In the past, he always covered his appearance and hid his body for fear of shocking others, so it was difficult for outsiders to notice.

Now that he was exhausted, his face, which was not only squeamish in his heroic spirit, but also weak in his toughness, was revealed. He was like a young man in a painting, who was sick from practicing martial arts. He was born delicate.

But when his eyes moved, his strong arms exposed under his torn robes after the battle, and his well-proportioned bronze muscles on his abdomen, which seemed to have been carefully carved by a fairy, all proved that he relied on his own strength in the previous battle, not an illusion.

Xiao Kongtong watched and understood a little.

Isn't this the combination of the teacher and the mistress that he had seen when he was a child?

The focus of the world seemed to be fixed on this pair of handsome men and beautiful women, and no one spoke for a long time.

As for Xu Xiaoshou's fighting power, there was nothing to praise or sigh about, and everyone's attention began to shift:

"Hiss, Xu Xiaoshou is so strong? I really can't tell when he is wearing clothes! The muscle lines are too...hiss! I can't stand it, I really can't stand it!"

"Who is that silver-haired woman? Such a face is simply shocking, she should be on the list of most beautiful women!"

"Yes, such a beautiful woman in the world, why have I never seen it before? How could there be such a woman around Xu Xiaoshou? I remember he only had a silly junior sister, what was her name?"

"Maybe it's her? Girls change a lot when they grow up?"

"Then this change is too exaggerated!"

"Look, her silver hair, her eyes... so beautiful! I have never seen such beautiful eyes, one black and one white, weird and powerful, mysterious and noble, what kind of eyes are these?"

"...Tearful Child, that is not beauty, that is the beginning of sin." Li Fugui sighed deeply.

The few who knew the past of Lei's child followed the change of expression, and felt a little more pity for the life of this silver-haired woman.

But at the same time, such a past, such a face, combined with such a current appearance, added a mysterious atmosphere.

Countless people have this post-war scene in their hearts, which is as beautiful as a painting.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

Steady and steady footsteps came from behind the ruins.

Someone turned his head and saw Mei Jiren, who looked weak but had a happy and proud look on his face, waving his fan wildly.

A few big words on the fan were written in thick ink, and they were about to come out:

"Ruzi is teachable!"

Everyone thought that Xu Xiaoshou seemed to be Mei Jiren's student.

Then how proud should the teacher be when the student copied his amazing sword in front of the teacher?

But before he could decide, the man who passed behind Mei Jiren and walked into everyone's sight really caused an uproar in the hearts of all those who looked at him sideways on the battlefield.

There is a scar on his neck and only eight fingers on his hands...

Eight Zun An!

This person who was far away from the Miracle Forest in the previous spiritual mirror image, walking slowly step by step, finally arrived at the battlefield.

He was just behind and did nothing. The situation tilted towards him, and the pillar of the Holy Temple was cut down.

Now he stepped into this place and only had to face one last person.

His old rival, Dao Qiong Cang!

So, will there be suspense?

At the horizon, Dao Qiongcang turned his head and looked down, with the corner of his lips raised, and said first:

"Ba Zun'an, to be honest, I am not used to your silent entry."

"If it were you in the past, now there would be clouds moving in all directions, and there would be sword sounds, and you would make a stunning appearance after attracting thousands of attention."

"You are old after all."

"You have also learned to calculate others behind the scenes, and become the coward you hate the most... just like me!"

Everyone was shocked to hear that Dao Qiongcang actually belittled himself just to insult Ba Zun'an?

Is this the old rival...

The eyes fell on Ba Zun'an, whose face was empty and indeed a little more dejected, and everyone was secretly sad.

It seems that what Dao Qiongcang said is also right.

The Eighth Sword Immortal, this figure who only exists in legends, is really old!

But at this time, Ba Zun'an laughed out loud.

He took a step forward on the ruins in the astonishment of the crowd, splashing dust all over the ground, and chanted loudly:

"When I was dreaming, I came from heaven, without the desire to offend the mortal world, and welcomed the flowers to bloom in the world."

"Now that I have woken up from the dream, I came from the dust and became a banished immortal. How can I not be free?"

After a pause, the Eight Lords looked up at the distant sky, smiling:

"Dao Qiongcang, you are so nostalgic, are you still living in the past?"