Chapter 578: The Abandoned Ah Jie

"Ajie, Jiejie, Jie..."

Xu Xiaoshou floated in the air, his eyes rolled back, and he looked like a dead fish, watching with "perception" as Ajie continued to draw out the evil spirit in his body.

This drawing process lasted for a little while.

Finally, the black energy that was so full that it was about to burst in his body weakened a little, and he could barely regain some consciousness.

"Is he saved?"

His sight was relaxed.

Xu Xiaoshou saw the three terrifying figures clustered in the distance.

Holy slaves, a trio!

Who can withstand this?

If it wasn't for the critical moment, with Ajie's burst, he directly used the disappearance technique to release the restraints of the four swords on him...

If the disappearance technique only had two states, opening and releasing, and he didn't have to unconsciously maintain the disappeared form in the middle...

If the real target of the four swords was not him, but was crazy and wanted to rush into the body of the Holy Slave Leader...

Xu Xiaoshou dared to assert.

At this moment, he was either dead or out of control.

Or, he would end up in the most horrible situation - being targeted by the Saint Slave Chief and the storyteller at the same time!

"Sin..."

Xu Xiaoshou simply couldn't imagine why his trip to the White Cave was so difficult.

Sure enough, the source of all this was ultimately due to his overflowing self-confidence after swallowing the original seed of Jinzhao and the three-day freezing disaster?

If he hadn't thought about finding out the truth about the four swords, and hadn't thought about the task that Old Sang gave him that he didn't even care about...

"Tired."

Xu Xiaoshou felt so tired.

Presumably, even that dead old man had anticipated the consequences of fighting for the four swords.

Why did he so naively take the first step towards the Lijian Grassland?

That was the road to the abyss!

"Hide, hide."

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to escape from this place in one step, but he didn't dare.

God knows if the storyteller would be very cautious to exile this space when he arrived here.

If that were the case, not only would he not be able to get out, but he would also expose his position to the perverted man in the red skirt when he reached the critical point.

In that case...

"Hide well!"

Holding the ring, Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to think too much.

Feeling the amount of evil spirit in his body gradually decreasing, which basically had little impact on his actions, he lowered his head and went straight underground.

...

He solved his negative state in front of the three holy slaves. Even with the disappearance spell, Xu Xiaoshou's heart was beating wildly.

While escaping underground, he had heard the head of the holy slaves put all his attention on the so-called "Wen Ming" that he had announced before.

"The sword has arrived. Where is the Wen Ming you mentioned?"

The masked man said, and the storyteller was obviously stunned.

"Yes, where are the people?"

He turned his head and glanced at Yousijian, hesitantly said: "Theoretically speaking, Yousijian is under Wenming's control and will not be easily released, and Wenming will not give up this peerless sword."

"After all, he is also an ancient sword cultivator, right?"

"But..."

The storyteller paused, and Cen Qiaofu immediately said: "But with Yousijian in this state, can he release it?"

"Yes!"

The storyteller nodded and frowned, "So, he should have let go of Yousijian early in the morning? But how could he realize that Yousijian was moving?"

"What is Wenming's cultivation level?" Cen Qiaofu suddenly asked.

"About innate."

"Well, innate..."

"Well? Innate?!"

Cen Qiaofu's tone changed, and he turned his head to look at the turbulent white cave world in the far distance.

The explosion started from there.

And the previous words of the storyteller and the movement were caused by the so-called Wen Ming.

"Are you sure he is just innate?"

Cen Qiaofu asked again, his tone full of doubt.

"Uh..."

The storyteller froze for a moment. He also turned his head to see what was happening behind him, and said timidly: "Yes... right?"

Seeing Cen Qiaofu's face full of disbelief, the storyteller added: "In short, he is not strong, probably innate, at best, he is at the Grandmaster level, but his combat power should be comparable to... the throne?" His voice became smaller and smaller.

Cen Qiaofu's face turned black.

The storyteller had a headache, but he had to continue: "If some external forces are added, even if he encounters Zhan Dao... well, what I mean is that in this white cave world, there are various constraints, so..."

"?"

Cen Qiaofu slowly typed a question mark.

"Uh..."

The storyteller wiped his sweat. He knew how unbelievable his words were, but he still insisted on finishing them.

"So, under various restrictions, Wen Ming should be able to fight Zhan Dao... that's right."

Cen Qiaofu's face turned from black to green.

"Are you serious?"

"Seriously."

"You're not kidding?"

"Yeah."

"Is this what you call 'not strong anyway'?" Cen Qiaofu almost popped his eyes out.

"Huh~"

The storyteller breathed a sigh of relief, "You'll know if you fight him. This kid is a bit weird."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at his brother, "Right?"

Cen Qiaofu also looked at him.

He didn't know why the chief monk valued Wen Ming so much before.

Even the Saint Emperor's layout used that guy as a chess piece.

But now, if all this is not exaggerated...

"Not the Grandmaster."

The masked man said: "When I first met him, he should have been in the acquired state. It has only been a few months. Is it a month?"

"No matter how talented you are, you won't be able to directly comprehend the realm of celestial phenomena and reach the master level."

"Theoretically speaking, Wen Ming, it is already very good to be able to reach the Xiantian Yuanting realm, or to be in the void at this time."

"Of course, we don't rule out that he may also have some opportunities to reach the Supreme Spirit..."

"Huh? What's your expression?"

The masked man said, seeing something strange about Cenchofu.

Cenjov could no longer close his jaw.

"That hedgehog, in the spiritual realm, can make such a big noise?" He pointed to the broken space behind him.

"Shangling, it's just a guess." The masked man said.

"Did you miss the point? What I meant...isn't this!"

Cenjou said, looked at the storyteller and roared:

"A mere innate, can he achieve this level?"

"Comparable to Zhan Dao?"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"I'm not joking," the storyteller was silent for a while and said, "He has a secret puppet in him."

"oh?"

At this time, not only Cenqiaofu was stunned, but even the masked man was surprised.

"Tianji puppet?"

"Um."

The storyteller nodded and said: "A Tianji puppet who is very unlike a Tianji puppet..."

"etc."

The masked man suddenly reached out and interrupted the storyteller. When the two people in front of him looked at each other, he said: "Is the puppet you mentioned not in adult form?"

"You know?" The storyteller was surprised.

"little boy?"

"right!"

"Bald?"

"yes!"

"Weak?"

"Not bad...well, you can't say he's weak, right?"

The storyteller calmed down his excited thoughts and explained: "It is weaker than the normal Tianji puppet. It only has one level of fighting consciousness, but it is very strange, as if..."

"Like a real person?" The masked man spoke again.

"Yeah, that's how it feels!"

The storyteller nodded wildly and said, "If it weren't for the fact that there were no human vital signs at all, people would have been almost fooled. If you glance at it, you would definitely not be able to tell that it is an emotionless Tianji puppet."

"Understood."

The masked man fell silent.

The storyteller raised his eyebrows, glanced at Cenchofu, and when he saw him shrugging his shoulders, he immediately understood that this old man was also confused.

He could only ask himself: "Do you know my brother?"

"It doesn't count as acquaintance. I've met once... no, twice, probably."

There was a hint of memory in the masked man's cloudy eyes, and he said slowly:

"The first-generation Tianji Puppet was a self-proclaimed defective product of Dao Qiongcang. If I remember correctly, it should have been thrown into the Void Island."

"At that time, it didn't seem to be conscious."

"But when we met for the second time, spiritual wisdom had been born and seemed to be able to grow on its own."

"It's very strange and very dangerous."

"In the end, it seemed that it was destroyed twice by Bai Yi in the Void Island."

The two people watching were speechless for a while.

Celestial puppet, birth of wisdom, secondary destruction?

"It's obviously very strong, why not use it?" Cenjou felt something was wrong. This didn't seem like something stupid that the Holy Temple would do.

"Strong is strong, but there is no upper limit."

The masked man glanced at him thoughtfully, "You can't really control the things in your hands. Do you think those people will stay?"

"But according to Dao Qiongcang's temperament..."

Cenqiaofu was anxious.

He absolutely did not believe that the master of the Taoist Palace, who was obsessed with the magic of heaven, would give up such a good research opportunity.

The masked man chuckled and shook his head, interrupting his words.

"The group I'm talking about is not that group of people, but that group of people."

Cenqiaofu froze for a moment.

The storyteller's pupils shrank, and he seemed to have thought of something. He shuddered and felt a chill in his body.

…

"Which group?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned by these words deep underground.

Judging from the tone of these words, the legendary Taoist Palace Master probably wanted to keep Ah Jie.

But, blocked?

How can it be?

The pinnacle of this world is not the Holy Temple, nor is it its contemporary temple master, Dao Qiongang?

He was prevented from doing research?

"Mom..."

Ajie suddenly murmured.

Xu Xiaoshou was startled and immediately grasped the stone-shaped iron ball tightly.

"Don't say anything, they are not talking about you, don't be afraid, be good!"

"Mom..."

Ajie's mood seemed to be a bit wrong.

Xu Xiaoshou can completely understand.

If he hadn't used the disappearing technique to lurk underground at this moment, he might not even know these secrets.

However, why did Ajie, who was supposed to be destroyed on Void Island, appear in the Tianxuan Sect of Tiansang Ling Palace?

"Sang Lao?"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of such a person.

If the masked man said that he had seen Ajie before, could he have gone to Void Island with Mr. Sang, the second-in-command of the Holy Slave?

It doesn’t seem right either!

If the two of them really went together, there was no reason why Ajie would appear in such a small place as Tiansang Ling Palace.

It should be that he fell into a large organization like Saint Slave and was fully utilized.

and……

"Void Island?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it and suddenly remembered something.

He vaguely remembered Caramel Sugar’s words.

Isn't Void Island that scary place where the saint is suspected to be sealed?

If nothing else, the crack in the different-dimensional space here was created by the embarrassed saint, which is the crack leading to the Void Island.

some of……

"Oh, I'll go!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt like his mind was going crazy.

All of this combined is simply terrifying to think about.

When he didn't know everything, he still felt that the world was wonderful.

But every time he learned a little more and learned a little more about the secrets, Xu Xiaoshou always felt panicked.

Why does it seem like everything is related to me, Xu Xiaoshou, and is aimed at me, Xu Xiaoshou...?

"Mom..."

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry, Mommy won't abandon you."

Xu Xiaoshou heard A Jie's murmur and immediately hugged the poor little guy tighter.

I'm afraid that if it can't help but fly out and be exposed, that thing will be...

Big deal!

…

"By the way, there is one more thing that I am more concerned about." The storyteller hesitated to speak.

"explain."

"Wen Ming, are you still Lao Er's apprentice?"

The masked man was startled: "How do you know?"

"this……"

The storyteller recalled the scene of being teased in the ancient book space, his face turned red and he was unable to speak.

“This is a long story, so I won’t go into details.”

"I just want to know where did the second child go during the period when he disappeared?"

The masked man smiled: "You already know the answer, why are you still asking me?"

"So, it's really..." The storyteller couldn't believe it, but couldn't go on.

Cen Qiaofu laughed and shook his head, recalling the "Dragon Fusion World" style used by Sang Lao of Tiansang Linggong.

Tell the truth.

If he hadn't followed the leader to the Spiritual Palace, he would have had trouble imagining that old man Na Sang would go to such a nook and cranny.

"For that Wen Ming?" Cenjou asked.

Apart from this explanation, it was difficult for him to imagine why Old Man Sang would go to that place.

"No."

The masked man shook his head.

"Wen Ming was just an accident. He didn't stay much in Tiansang Ling Palace. He went back this time just to stop my plan and prevent the famous sword from falling."

"But it didn't work."

The masked man laughed and continued: "More importantly, it is a plan."

"What's the plan?" the storyteller asked curiously.

The masked man glanced behind him lightly and said, "It's done."

The two of them looked back at the same time.

The void is nameless, and there is no other existence.

But they all know that in this space, there is an interdimensional space crack leading to the Void Island.

It is invisible to the mortal eye.

"Then there's another thing..."

The storyteller understood, and as soon as he rolled his eyes, his face lit up with joy, and then he squeezed out a flattering smile as if asking for credit, and was about to say something.

"Wait a minute."

When the masked man saw this, he knew it was not a good thing and stopped him directly, turning his head and looking in all directions.

Then, he lowered his head and his eyes slid across the ground.

He frowned.

"I always feel like something is wrong..."

"Did you really come here with only one sword?"

The masked man looked at the storyteller in confusion.

"What's the meaning?"

The storyteller glanced at the four swords still floating behind him and said hesitantly: "Wen Ming, are you really here?"

"It's not Wen Ming..."

The masked man curled up his hands that were tightly wrapped in black gloves, twisted his wrists, shook off the discomfort and said, "But there are more than four swords."

"What's the meaning?"

The storyteller and Cenjou spoke at the same time.

The masked man was a little uncertain, his eyes hesitant.

"Is it an illusion? I always feel that there is still the smell of a famous sword at the scene..."