Chapter 756 Tonight, the Royal City Will Have a Grand Fireworks Display as the Final Baptism!

Breakout goes wrong.

In fact, it was not just Situ Yongren who realized this.

Everyone inside and outside the venue, seeing Xu Xiaoshou's reaction after breaking through to the Grandmaster level, most of them also came to this conclusion.

After all, the average grandmaster simply cannot contain his Taoist aura when he has just made a breakthrough.

What's more, Xu Xiaoshou has returned to his original nature as if someone had taken away all the Taoist aura around him.

Being able to achieve this point means that Xu Xiaoshou is not returning to his original nature, but only the bad news of "returning and returning", without the advanced level of "primitive and true".

The sloppy uncle suddenly landed next to Xu Xiaoshou and asked solemnly: "Breakthrough, was there an accident?"

He is Chuanyin.

Xu Xiaoshou was a little confused when he heard this.

What's the meaning?

But within a moment, he reacted.

This time he broke through the master, because the passive system swallowed his Tao Yun aura and one million, so it created the illusion that he was forcibly breaking through.

Coupled with my own reaction to the "price increase frenzy" just now, it led to misunderstandings by outsiders...

Xu Xiaoshou immediately wanted to respond "No problem" to appease the concern of the uncle, the storyteller and others.

But then he thought about it.

He is now using the identity of Xu Xiaoshou.

There was also Mr. Xu at the trade fair.

You cannot participate in the trials in Dongtian King City with Grandmaster cultivation level.

Sang Lao's request, Bazunzun's mission...

Etc., etc!

very many!

In such a mixed situation, can he find a new way at the end of the day and achieve another level of success that none of the major layout bosses have ever seen?

Perhaps, this is what happened.

So Xu Xiaoshou's expression tightened, and then he returned to calmness and said what he originally wanted to say.

Very quietly.

I said it to the sloppy uncle in a suppressed voice.

But inevitably, everyone can hear it.

"Don't worry, my breakthrough will come naturally, without any surprises!"

Big bosses from all sides suddenly fell silent.

At this moment, someone even started to use sound transmission to intercept Xu Xiaoshou's reply.

Because they know what questions the sloppy uncle will ask.

But no one expected that Xu Xiaoshou responded so calmly, as if he was afraid that others would not hear him, and also had a secondary meaning: "I know you want to intercept my transmission, so I said everything to you." "Listen," he said, "His breakthrough was no accident."

this moment……

"Under suspicion, passive value, +9999."

The information bar suddenly popped up, and Xu Xiao was startled.

Not surprisingly, this should come from all the spiritual masters in the royal city who are paying attention to the battle situation, not purely red or white!

And this wave...

This wave is huge profits!

Xu Xiaoshou felt a little relieved in his heart.

Just want this effect...

How could these guys guess what your Master Xu really thinks?

You guessed it, then I, Xu Xiaoshou, will change my name to Zhou Tiancan!

"No surprise."

Facing another round of questioning from his uncle, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to be alert this time and responded with a voice transmission, his tone was a bit wry.

As for whether to smile bitterly at the breakthrough, or smile bitterly at the uncle's disbelief, that depends on the beholder and the wise.

However, when this sentence appeared, the information bar shook again.

"Under suspicion, passive value, +423."

Good guy!

At that moment, Xu Xiaoshou called him a good guy in his heart.

Although he had just become a master and his cultivation was very weak, everyone was too disrespectful to him, right?

After all, I am also Xu Xiaoshou of the Saint Slave!

There are more than four hundred such upright interceptors?

At this time, the uncle saw that the Nine Dragons Burning Ancestor Statue behind Xu Xiaoshou was already declining after a series of battles. He immediately said: "Xu Xiaoshou, please step back and consolidate your realm first. The rest will be left to you." I."

Xu Xiaoshou was deeply moved.

so good!

Sure enough, if you want to live in this world, you still need the support of a big tree to live a happier life, right?

He didn't try to be brave.

The master is Yu Jianxian.

To be honest, there is not much difference with Xian Yu Sword Immortal.

These are all ants in Rao Yaoyao's eyes. At most, they have broken through and become stronger.

But it’s just one more sword effort!

Although until this moment, Xu Xiaoshou still didn't understand why Rao Yaoyao could cross the holy statue and use the Red Dust Sword on him without suffering the backlash of the holy power.

But now, what he wants more is to put his breakthrough self into the back of the battle.

Because the fundamental purpose of making such a big noise tonight was not to fight, nor to earn passive points.

But to help the people on the first floor of the sky escape from the trade fair smoothly.

A legitimate escape!

"Uncle, come on, kill that Sword Immortal, and you will be the new Sword Immortal. I think you can do it." Xu Xiaoshou encouraged him and chose to retreat.

The uncle laughed.

At this moment, everyone's attention finally returned to the previous scene from the important matter of Xu Xiaoshou's escape from the Red Dust Sword and his breakthrough as a master.

"Big Buddha Killed..."

Some people watching the battle murmured in their hearts.

When the protagonists of the battle were returned to the uncle and Rao Yaoyao, a posture of equal confrontation between the two sides appeared, and an illusory figure emerged in everyone's mind.

It was an image that none of them had ever seen in real life, but they had already used countless myths and legends to outline a flesh-and-blood image in their minds.

And at this moment.

This mythical image in everyone's mind jumped up, completely overlapping with the figure of the sloppy uncle carrying a sack on the horizon.

Although it's a bit sloppy...

But that giant Buddha slash seemed to have announced something to everyone.

"Eight Masters?"

Rao Yaoyao paused for a long time, and really didn't want to embarrass the junior anymore, so he hesitated to speak to the sloppy uncle.

She had been able to pay attention to the battle situation in Zhongcheng District before.

But the uncle didn't use any unique moves.

At most, his outfit would be that of an imitator of the Eight Masters.

But that big Buddha slash was related to the magic of phantom swordsmanship and the art of mental swordsmanship.

Among the thousands of eight skilled imitators, who can master... yes, it means "proficient", not "familiar" with these two swordsmanship, and can also turn it into a sword move, and use it to kill the giant Buddha.

Does not exceed……

Count in one palm!

This sentence, Rao Yaoyao said, is aimed at everyone in the entire Holy God Continent!

So when even Rao Yaoyao, one of the Seven Sword Immortals, asked such a question, all the spiritual masters and sword cultivators in the entire royal city were boiling with excitement almost instantly.

"Eight Masters?"

"God! He really is!"

"Let me tell you, as soon as this guy appeared and took off, I thought he looked so weird, he must be that guy!"

"Tch, didn't you just say that this person is pretending to be the Eight Supreme Beings, and has no body or soul? He is still carrying that big sack that has dropped in price. Now the swordsman is also suspicious. As soon as the giant Buddha is chopped out, you will change your story?"

"Just now? What just now? I was sleeping just now~"

"..."

really.

Tonight, when the battle came to an end, the innocent people who were hiding didn't even bother to pretend to be asleep, and went out to the streets to watch all night long.

After all, throne battles are rare.

The dispute over Taixu was even more of a fantasy in the usually peaceful Dongtian King City.

The most frightening thing is that tonight's battle is essentially an innate person wearing a holy icon, torturing Taixu...

A rare sight in a century!

…

"What does the name mean?"

In the void, facing Rao Yaoyao's question, the uncle chose an ambiguous answer.

He spoke with a faint smile and spread his hands. Everyone felt that they didn't need to listen to the name, just look at the hands, and the legend was confirmed with reality.

Rao Yaoyao stared at it with surprise and doubt in his eyes.

If this is the Eight Masters, the other party will break out and have a big battle with her.

I can’t stand it!

Rao Yaoyao knew that it would be difficult for him to withstand it, but Ba Zunzun would definitely not feel it either.

Because the intelligence said that the opponent was seriously injured at the moment, and if he faced the Xuan Cang Divine Sword again, he would definitely die.

But if this is not the Eight Masters...

At the time of the White Cave, Gou Wuyue led Bai Yi over and witnessed the rebirth of the Eight Masters.

The battle scenes in the Eighth Palace were also transmitted back to the headquarters of the Holy Temple in real time through Tianji Technique.

But after all, I have never personally felt the aura of the Eight Masters who returned to the world decades later.

Except for Gou Wuyue, the only person who had seen the Eight Masters, all the others were dead.

It's cruel and realistic.

But at the moment, Rao Yaoyao really can't recognize the person opposite him. Is it true?

"Okay, let's pretend that you are the Eight Masters..."

At this time, Rao Yaoyao opened her mouth, her beautiful eyes closed, and she began to follow her train of thought.

But suddenly, her ears twitched, her expression changed completely, and she asked in a deep voice: "You are not the Eight Masters! Why do you want to side with the Holy Slave? Are you not afraid that your power will be pursued by Bai Yi?!"

The determination in this voice made even Xu Xiaoshou, who was gathering strength in the backcourt, hear the other party's affirmation.

It must be at this moment that someone passed some information to Rao Yaoyao, which completely stabilized her thoughts.

But who could it be?

Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

All the eight truly familiar people who have been seen in the Eight Palaces are indeed dead.

Gou Wuyue was not the leader this time, and there was no trace of him.

Furthermore, a first-term Sword Immortal will not transmit messages secretly, but will only stand up openly.

So the communicator will not be him.

So, who would dare to be so sure that the sloppy uncle in front of him, the fake Eight Masters who Xu Xiaoshou could only rely on to determine his identity by giving him the "Guan Sword Manual", could be a fake?

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky in surprise.

Although the power of his holy icon is rapidly declining, it still exists at this moment.

The Holy Thought is powerful.

The entire situation of Dongtianwang City and all the variables are under his control.

However, the search was fruitless.

Faintly, Xu Xiaoshou felt as if there was one last person in this battle who did not appear.

That person has been watching the entire battle in the royal city in the dark, recording, planning, and brewing something.

He is like a real chess player behind the scenes, invisible to the prying eyes of the chess pieces.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of the previous heavy rain that was getting heavier and heavier.

There was a heavy rain in the royal city for no reason, and it was easy for Xu Xiaoshou, who was in a state of shame, to think of the Yuling Drop, the leader of the Spiritual Department.

But the problem is that Yu Lingdi has been killed by Mr. Sang.

Even Gou Wuyue was so reactive and helpless at that time, it was impossible for Yu Lingdi to survive.

Therefore, this rain is at best a sign that Taixu disturbed the way of heaven, and sorrow and joy disturbed the rules.

The falling rain makes the sky cry.

The ones crying are innocent people.

But apart from this, Xu Xiaoshou really couldn't think of anyone else who could influence Rao Yaoyao's mind and make her believe so firmly.

The sloppy uncle is not the Eight Lords!

The clouds disappeared and the rain stopped.

At this time, the weather was clear and the sky was slightly bright.

The rainstorm was swept away by the fluctuation of the holy power and the white flames of the embers after Xu Xiaoshou's wave of dragon fusion.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky, thinking and thinking, he felt that he couldn't think anymore.

If the uncle and Rao Yaoyao fought, it would be a real melee between the black and white.

And by then, if he couldn't rescue the people in the first floor of the sky, it would be too late.

So Xu Xiaoshou began to abandon his miscellaneous thoughts and continued to enter the act of warming up his unstable state as outsiders thought.

Different from other people's ideas.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that he needed a great ceremony to enter the master.

This ceremony would burn the last power of the holy statue and put an end to the layout of various bigwigs in the entire East Heavenly King City.

Then, he saved the first building in the sky from the edge of collapse.

Save the sea of ​​​​vitality and stroke the air.

Xu Xiaoshou stood in the air. After the confrontation between the uncle and Rao Yaoyao, under the effect of "hiding", the passive system devoured his Dao rhyme, and the breath in his body could no longer be exposed to the spiritual thoughts of others. He began to compress the spiritual essence frantically...

The power of the original seed of the cinders and the three-day frozen disaster was called...

The power of the holy image was extracted. It seemed to be self-depleting, but in fact it was because of Xu Xiaoshou's sudden crazy behavior...

The body began to spasm.

The cells began to tremble.

Until the destructive breath in the body that suddenly changed after adding the holy power, it was a little uncontrollable, and the faint power of the great way of annihilation escaped from the pores.

"Huh?"

The uncle and Rao Yaoyao, who were fighting, were startled.

At the same time, the storyteller looked back in surprise and looked at Xu Xiaoshou: "What's the situation?"

Mei Siren was outside the far street, hiding in the heavenly way.

He had already been discovered by Rao Yaoyao, but if he didn't take action, it meant that he had no position and no one would care about him.

At this moment, he was also frightened by the breath of Xu Xiaoshou.

"This is..."

Yu Zhiwen was at the very back of the battlefield, and her eyes never left Xu Xiaoshou.

When this destructive force appeared, she suddenly recalled all kinds of classic scenes from Xu Xiaoshou in the Baiku.

The shocking explosion when Yanmang was born...

The shocking explosion after the ice and fire of Lingrongze intertwined...

The shocking explosion when the storyteller's world collapsed in Lijian Grassland...

And the last Baiku explosion!

Why is this smell so familiar?

Yu Zhiwen, who realized something, suddenly widened his eyes, staring at the holy statue on Xu Xiaoshou's body that was rapidly depleting and almost drained.

Suddenly realized that this guy, what he was going to do next...

Holy explosion level!

"Run!"

Yu Zhiwen shouted at the moment.

Detonate the holy power and set the entire royal city on fire?

This is something no one can do.

But if his name is Xu Xiaoshou, it is not certain.

With this move, Xu Xiaoshou will definitely make the red-clothed and white-clothed people have to deal with the next shocking explosion.

And this explosion may not be intended by Xu Xiaoshou.

But if the Holy Temple does not handle it well, Xu Xiaoshou will really become a scourge to the world!

Hmm?

It seems a little wrong...

When thinking of this, Yu Zhiwen even felt a little knotted in his brain.

Why is Xu Xiaoshou a scourge or not, and it has to be judged by the actions of the Holy Temple?

And in order to prevent Xu Xiaoshou from really harming innocent people, it seems that the Holy Temple has no other way except to take this holy explosion?

This is very Xu Xiaoshou!

Almost when Yu Zhiwen shouted that sentence to Rao Yaoyao.

All the white-clothed and red-clothed people realized that something was wrong.

People suddenly rushed over from all directions.

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou also raised his eyes in shock.

On the ten fingers, there appeared ten dark high-pressure energy points that were vibrating at high speed and could easily tear through space.

These energy points contain holy power.

The Holy Ten Finger Seeding Technique!

"Uncle, stop Rao Yaoyao."

Xu Xiaoshou said to the sloppy uncle who turned around with a look of horror, stopping the guy's tendency to run away first.

Then he ignored all the red and white clothes rushing towards him, and looked down at the entire Dongtianwang City shrouded in holy thoughts below.

Since the Holy Temple has regarded me, Xu Xiaoshou, as a member of the dark forces and is hunting me down with all its strength.

Since I, Xu Xiaoshou, use the name of the holy slave of the dark forces as the prefix to call myself.

Then tonight, I will be a complete bad guy and a devil who will do anything to achieve my goal!

This explosion.

Dedicated to those who really need to be protected.

Dedicated to this world where the concepts of black and white have been confused.

It is also dedicated to the real masterminds behind the scenes, those invisible chess players who always have the ability to turn clouds and rain with a flip of the hand!

Xu Xiaoshou drained the last bit of power of the holy image like a madman.

He used the absolute suppression power of the holy image to the extreme.

Then he raised the ten "holy seeds of ice and fire" gathered at his fingertips into the air.

Ten black lines broke out, like a painter's inadvertent strokes, but embellished the most beautiful stroke of the sky.

At that time.

The sky was just breaking.

The sun was rising.

In the dark night before, it was the white flames that symbolized light that were fighting.

Now that the day has come, it is the dark holy seeds of ice and fire that are guiding the light.

The holy seeds of ice and fire that exploded first in the nine heavens and turned into countless black raindrops that fell from the sky like flowing hail, graceful and moving.

Time seemed to have slowed down.

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou, who saw the black raindrops dyeing the sky, felt like a clown from another world.

The difference is that he did not have the clown's morbidity.

And this so-called other world, however, urgently needs treatment!

"Tonight, the royal city will have a grand fireworks display as the final baptism."

Xu Xiaoshou smiled at the many red and white clothes that came and went, spread his hands, and then his figure disappeared completely into the void, leaving only the last lingering sound.

"Wash away all the fineness, fade away all the dust!