Chapter 1648: A Letter of Resignation to Persuade the Holy Temple, and the World Is Also a Bow and Arrow.

Chapter 1652: A piece of paper with words of retreat to persuade the temple, and the legacy of the world is also used as a bow and arrow.

"Move, move!"

"Take your vigilance to the highest level for me. Xu Xiaoshou may come back just after I finish these words!"

"By the way, why are the higher-ups suddenly so sure that Master Shou... uh, that guy Xu Xiaoshou is coming back soon?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't! Guard your position! You've been on the mountain for so long, don't you know that these things can't be discussed... I heard that Lord Yue Gongli is back!"

"What? He's still alive? Didn't it mean that the half-saint who accepted the invitation to come in by the holy order is basically cold?"

"It's not like he was invited in by the Holy Order, and who is he? His surname is 'Yue'! Wait, these cannot be discussed, shut up!"

"Okay, okay, but then again, if Master Yue Gongli can come back, and Xu Xiaoshou can come back, then haven't they all passed the assessment of the God-Slaying Official Site... who gets the inheritance?"

"I don't know. The ruins were completely lost in the second half. I hope it was Master Yue Gongli, he is so strong. But Master Shou has been missing for a day, so he must be very surprised. He has been at the ruins for more than half a month, and he will not stay where he is. Step on it?"

"Captain, what do you mean, don't you mean that Master Shou has evolved again? When he moved to Jade Capital City, he was able to fight the Semi-Saints alone, but now... So, can our broken formation trap him?"

"Boy, you have to understand that formations are sometimes used to protect the weak like us. At least I don't think it can trap those monsters!"

"Then if Master Shou comes out on the Holy Mountain..."

"It depends on whether the Great Emperor Cangsheng can turn the sky with one person!"

Guizhe Holy Mountain is covered with many spiritual formations from the mountainside down.

The young people who participated in the battle were worried. For the first time, they discovered that being admitted to the Holy Mountain to work as an errand was not a guaranteed job. It turned out that there was also a risk of death.

The older generation are very arrogant and do whatever they have to do. Anyway, if the sky falls, the tall man will carry it, even the great emperors of the world will not be able to carry it...

Looking towards the clouds on the top of the mountain.

There is a touch of gold at the highest point of the world, called the "Ladder to Heaven." It is because of this ladder that the world is divided into upper and lower poles.

Even if the world is invincible, someone will come from heaven.

What are you panicking about?

The ones who should be panicking are those ungrateful saint slaves!

Black clouds are pressing down on the city, and the upper and lower parts are divided into two parts. On the other hand, the part of Guizhe Holy Mountain from the mountainside to the top is very different from the one below - there are too few people.

If someone is high in the sky and has a bird's eye view, he can see the upper part of Guizhe Holy Mountain, like a long-awaited arena, with an extremely solemn atmosphere.

The sporadic visitors were either old ladies with evil spirits and secret treasures in their possession.

Or, it was an old half-sage with an indifferent face who looked ordinary at first glance.

There are fewer people.

But it’s all the best.

On the top of the highest mountain, the Shenghuan Palace has been rebuilt, but there is no one inside.

On the contrary, on the large platform with the Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus rooted outside the temple, there were several figures of semi-saints pacing back and forth, worried.

…

"Report!"

The leader of the foreign department, Xi Yigui, entered the scene, quickly came to the wheelchair on the steps in front of the hall, and respectfully presented a letter:

"Master Yue Gongli has gone up the ladder to heaven and returned to the emperor's realm. He said that he is ill and cannot participate in the battle."

"This is the latest information from the foreign department. He...he didn't reveal much."

This sound did not shy away from everyone present.

After all, those who can stand on the highest platform at this moment are the masters who will fight against the Holy Slave next.

Either the old half-saints inside the Holy Temple, or the strong foreign aid invited from all over the five regions.

So strong.

Naturally, everyone has a temper.

"The majestic red-robed Taoist Master, one of the members of the ten-person council. I'm feeling ill and could just take some elixirs, but why are you so timid?"

An angry voice sounded at the right time, expressing what most people present were thinking.

Xi glanced out of the corner of his eye and recognized the identity of the speaker.

Qin Duan, the half-saint ancestor of the Siamese Qin family in the northern region.

A red lion-headed halberd, an ancient relic monument artifact, had a terrible reputation throughout the God of War three hundred years ago.

Foreigners know much more than outsiders.

The Qin family is also a large semi-saint family, with three semi-saint statuses passed down from generation to generation.

In addition to Qin Duan, there is also Qin Guan, who is also a semi-saint and ranks among the Twelve Saints of the Northern Territory.

Of course, there is no room for two tigers in one mountain, not because of their internal discord, but because of the rules set by the Holy Temple:

With Qin Duan in charge, Qin Guan naturally had to go to the far north of the Northern Territory to suppress the interdimensional rift.

"I heard that Qin Guan accepted the invitation to invite the Holy Order and entered the ruins. He has not returned yet..."

Xi boldly guessed that the Qin family might have only one ancestor left, and a semi-saint who had no successor for a long time.

All the tribes are watching him with eager eyes. No wonder Qin Duan wants to go to the Holy Mountain.

He probably also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to defeat Xu Xiaoshou, gain great merit, regain his reputation as the "Ferocious Saint of the Northern Territory", and suppress the wolves, tigers and leopards from all sides.

"Mr. Qin is right!"

Not long after Qin Duan finished speaking, another gray-haired foreign aid stepped forward, glanced at Fang Wenxin, Zhong Yuanzi and other silent internal members of the Holy Temple, and sneered disdainfully:

"The Holy Temple was in trouble just now. Yue Gongli came back with important information, but he didn't even want to see me. He asked this... kid to go and get information." He looked at Xi, failing to remember this brat. The name of the header, it doesn't matter:

"Be timid before fighting. Yue Gongli has given the Holy Temple a bad start. Where did Xu Xiaoshou end up?"

"I stopped here and said something cruel. The people ran away first. On the contrary, I was waiting for more than ten and a half saints. Could it be that I was all scared out of my wits?"

The child who was forced to lose his name glanced out of the corner of his eye again, and the information about the second old guy emerged in his mind.

The ancestor Qiu Gu of the Half-Saint Qiu family in the Central Region was born with a golden body and holy bones. He cultivated the way of "protection" and was known as "Invincible to ten thousand men and as solid as gold."

I climbed the mountain ten days ago, and when I met him, I dared to mock the emperor for being too young. Maybe if I lost this battle, it would be because there was no one available in the Holy Temple.

After that, he unexpectedly managed to catch an arrow from the Emperor of Cangsheng without dying. After only three days of training, he became vigorous and vigorous. From then on, he became famous in the entire semi-holy circle, and was so popular that even the holy guard An was suppressed.

"He's an old fox with some strength and knows how to create hot spots... No, old turtle, his defense is terrifyingly tough!"

Even though Xi was a semi-saint, he didn't dare to offend him, so he lowered his head silently and didn't say a word.

"cut."

Under the Nine Sacrifice Gui, Beibei, who was leaning on the Emperor's Sword, rolled his eyes slightly and his mouth slightly deflated.

None of these old things can keep up with the times.

He doesn't even understand the value of the latest generation of ten seats, and he doesn't even know the qualifications of Xu Xiaoshou's ten seats, so he just utters arrogant words.

If Xu Xiaoshou was really that weak, how could the Holy Temple go to war so violently?

From Beibei's point of view, these two semi-holy wars are really going to go up. It is estimated that they will not be able to withstand Xu Xiao's real move a month ago.

Not to mention that guy is now coming back from Ranming Ruins...

"You can't get stronger, can you?"

When Beibei thought of that scary guy, he couldn't help but be speechless.

Just using ancient swordsmanship to compete, he can suppress himself effortlessly, and he can pick the next one without even taking a breath after the battle.

If he really had to transform into a hand-torn unicorn, who could withstand it?

A question that Bei Bei has not thought through so far is that Xu Xiaoshou's information does not seem to show that he is of the Void Clan's bloodline. How can that person become so hot in a single blow?

…

The semi-saints on the square were clearly divided into two factions.

One faction is the Holy Temple Church faction headed by the afro-headed Zhong Yuanzi and the hunky-headed Fang Wenxin. They look listless, and all of them look like useless dogs.

One faction is the foreign aid faction, headed by Qin Duan and Qiu Gu. They are both ancestors and giants. When they get together, they are full of energy and fighting spirit, comparable to the eight young masters.

Of course, you can also divide it in another way:

One faction saw Xu Xiaoshou with his own eyes.

One group has only heard of Xu Xiaoshou.

Ai Cangsheng, the only person sitting on the steps but still higher than everyone else, turned a blind eye to the uproar of the foreign aid group below.

To him, these are not foreign aid, but just decorations for the hearts of all the holy temples from up and down An Sheng Mountain and even in the five regions.

After all, there are about a dozen Half-Saints on the Holy Mountain. Waiting for Xu Xiaoshou sounds much better than Xu Xiaoshou coming back to beat the several Semi-Saints he had beaten so hard before.

From beginning to end, there were only two people in this battle.

Xu Xiaoshou, and himself.

Ai Cangsheng was still sitting in the wheelchair, with his legs covered with black cloth and the evil sin bow casually placed on it.

With a "tsk", he tore off the envelope Xi presented. The semi-saints in the square fell silent and all looked over.

The guards who were standing outside the square, watching with eyes, nose, nose and heart, only eavesdropping but not speaking out, suddenly raised their heads slightly, and their peripheral vision lit up.

Internal information on Ranming Ruins was cut off for more than half a month.

At first, Master Shou was still inside, and every time he killed one, he asked the people of the Holy Temple to come out and report the news, thus provoking the Emperor.

There was no news after that.

At this moment, who doesn’t want to know the first-hand news and brag to the brothers later?

If you don't care about this when you are on duty in the Holy Mountain, how can you still care about those insignificant spiritual crystals?

Emperor Cangsheng is a very good person, and he doesn't mind at all the peeping thoughts and holy thoughts of others, and he just turns over the folded paper.

There is a large character written in thick ink above, clearly from Yue Gongli, with a strong warning meaning:

"retreat!"

…

retreat?

Regardless of whether it was Qin Guan, Qiu Gu, Fang Wenxin or Zhong Yuanzi, when they saw the word "retreat", they all looked shocked.

Is Yue Gongli so anxious?

Xu Xiaoshou actually did this?

What on earth did they go through at the site of the God-killing Official, and the majestic red-robed Taoist Master wanted to give such a humiliating "retreat"?

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Semi-Saint Qiu Gu laughed loudly, with a sarcastic look on his face: "How is this holy way? It turns out that Yue Gongli was frightened..."

Boom!

Ai Cangsheng raised his eyes from the letter.

Everyone in the square felt as if they had been hit hard by a heavy hammer. Qiu Gu choked and his voice suddenly stopped.

No look of impatience.

He didn't even take a second look at Qiu Gu.

From the calm face of Emperor Cangsheng, everyone read two words: Noisy.

"Yue Gongli, did I say anything more to you?" Ai Cangsheng looked at Xi.

Xi waited for a moment.

Semi-Saint Qiu Gu looked embarrassed, but he did not dare to talk nonsense or say a word about the Great Emperor.

Then he spoke:

"Yue Gongli said that those who can evacuate should try their best to evacuate."

"If we really can't do it, we must fight. Don't choose the battlefield at Guizhe Holy Mountain. Fight elsewhere."

Qin Duan raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Qiu Gu couldn't hold back: "Who did he ask to withdraw? Who specifically?"

Xi Gong glanced over respectfully. He didn't want to say anything at first, but now he could only speak bluntly:

"Half saints and below, those who can evacuate, do their best to evacuate."

…

Isn’t this nonsense!

The square was in an uproar.

Even the guards around couldn't help but secretly communicate.

Half-saints "and" below?

Well, there's no need to fight for the Holy Mountain. Emperor Cangsheng will take everyone to live in Heting Mountain?

It sounds like, in Yue Gongli's cognition, tens of thousands of people on and off the mountain, combined, are not a match for Xu Xiaoshou?

Qiu Gu opened his mouth and was about to say something sweet.

After a pause, he added: "In addition to Emperor Cangsheng, there is also Old Yu."

What?

Good boy, you really dare to spread something?

Old Fang and Old Zhong looked at each other and said nothing.

The half-saints of the foreign aid group were all furious and could not be restrained.

What did they regard the other half-saints in the square as, miscellaneous soldiers? Salted fish?

"He meant that, except for Emperor Cangsheng and Old Yu, we half-saints are all made of paper and can't withstand a sword from Xu Xiaoshou?"

Qin Duan couldn't suppress his anger and just wanted to see the descendant of the Yue clan. This tone was too big and too stinky!

Ai Cangsheng completely ignored him and asked, "Where is Old Yu?"

Xi: "Old Yu is still looking for his great-granddaughter all over the world, but he didn't find her. I guess even if he is forced to come back, he won't be in the mood to participate in the war."

Qiu Gu couldn't hold it anymore.

What is this? Is the Holy Spirit Hall like this? Just like this?

When the Taoist Master is gone, you can't even be described as a pile of loose sand, you are just a bunch of people!

"One of the ten members of the council is sick and avoids the battle, and the other says he is looking for his granddaughter..."

The former even used an excuse.

The latter is so outrageous that he doesn't even have a proper excuse, right? Just give up, right?

Qiu Gu tried his best to use euphemistic words to avoid offending these semi-saints, but he couldn't suppress his contempt for them in his heart:

"How could a mere Xu Xiaoshou scare you so much..."

Wow!

The void was stirred without a breeze.

Something strange seemed to be emerging. Qiu Gu stopped talking and looked puzzled: "Hey, where was I just talking about?"

Not only him, but also Qin Duan, Fang Wenxin, Zhong Yuanzi, etc., all looked strange, frowned and thought hard, as if they had forgotten something.

The communication in the square was quiet all of a sudden.

The things everyone was discussing seemed to have lost the focus of the matter, and the entire logic collapsed, and could not form a correct circuit.

Beibei rubbed his face and was talking to Aunt Jiujiu Shenshi, but suddenly stopped.

Xi stood in front of the wheelchair, sorted out a lot of things in his mind, and suddenly stopped.

Ai Cangsheng also stopped.

Unlike others, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly condensed, and the Tao flowed in his eyes.

After the thoughts in my mind were disconnected, a thought popped up:

"It's happening again."

...

Yes, it's happening again!

This strange feeling of interruption has happened several times in the past half month.

Whether in meetings, observations, or thinking...

It's not because of touching some taboos, everyone has forgotten something at the same time.

It's because the "taboo" disappeared at a certain point, so everyone passively forgot "it".

At this time, there was no abnormality in the laws of the Holy Land, as if the "strangeness" did not happen on this continent.

After everyone was confused, they would naturally move on to the next topic.

For example, at the moment, everyone in the square quickly discussed what to do next.

Or what to eat in the evening, or why everyone gathered here, or whether Yu Lao took the initiative to hide his great-granddaughter and then secretly fished...

Ai Cangsheng held the evil sin bow.

Under his eyes of the Great Dao, the world seemed different.

The direction that he had been staring at for half a month, and he didn't know why he was staring at it, shouldn't have changed.

At this moment, there was a change.

Dao rules, change.

Forget, generate.

Ai Cangsheng tightened his hands and whispered silently: "I'm here."

...

"Holy God Continent, I'm back!"

When he returned to the continent from the ruins of the gods and returned to the top of Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was in a state of solitude, couldn't help but roar.

He somewhat understood why Dao Qiongcang was so horny as soon as he returned to the South Region.

It turned out that the joy of going home was this kind of joy. If you don't vent it, it's almost the same as not coming back.

But obviously, this place is not a place where you can mess around.

With a sweep of perception, you can see everything up and down Guizhe Holy Mountain.

The palace-dressed spirit aunt under the Jiujiu laurel tree, Emperor Sword Bai Yi Beibei, Zhong Lao with a big hair on the left side of the steps, and Fang Lao with a blood shadow copper coin, the miscellaneous soldiers and half-saints on the right side of the steps, Xi on the steps, and Emperor Cangsheng on the wheelchair...

Very good!

None of them noticed me!

Dao Qiongcang was not there, and the Tianji formation was not there, but Xu Xiaoshou dared to walk out so swaggeringly.

He even only had the Isolation Technique, without the disappearance technique. He stood upright in the air above the mountain, letting the breeze caress him, the space kiss him, and everyone's eyes passed by him and ignored him.

"Locked, passive value, +1."

Suddenly, Ai Cangsheng in the wheelchair stared at him!

No, he was not staring at him, but at the position where he was...

"It's worthy of being the Tenth Throne!"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up, and he was not surprised but happy.

Isolation is not omnipotent, and he had already verified this.

Just like Dao Qiongcang, he could avoid the influence of Isolation through some means in the game at Qingyuan Mountain and remember himself.

So, Xu Xiaoshou probably had a standard.

Anyone who can still be alert or even aware after opening the Isolation Technique is called an "expert"!

And looking at the entire Guizhe Holy Mountain, there are countless small fish, but there is indeed only one who can be called an "expert"!

Ai Cangsheng, who was in a wheelchair, only stared at him for half a breath, and suddenly picked up the evil bow on his leg.

He drew the bow and put the arrow on it in one go.

"Bang!!!"