Chapter 1303 How Can a Summer Insect Talk About Ice? The Quail Laughs at Kunpeng!

"This is the Eighth Sword Immortal!"

Just a few words, full of heroic spirit.

Everyone was relieved, as if they saw the Eighth Sword Immortal who was full of vigor and vigor and defeated the world, and they could also see the Eighth Sword Immortal who was down and out but still contented.

Whether it was the "three breaths of innateness, three years of sword immortality" heavenly immortal, or the exiled immortal who returned and still practiced spiritual cultivation.

From the sentence "How can I not be free and easy", we can see that his state of mind has never been disturbed.

Success and failure, in his eyes, seemed to be nothing more than a kind of life experience, and both could be happy.

Not happy with things, not sad with oneself.

This state of indifference and detachment was surprising.

The way of swordsmanship, the way of spiritual cultivation, and even the three thousand great ways...the cultivators may need talent, perseverance, or opportunity.

But no matter what, "heart" is the most indispensable.

"How can I not be free and easy after becoming a banished immortal?"

Many spirit refiners murmured this sentence, and they vaguely understood why Ba Zun'an was Ba Zun'an, and why he could become Ba Zun'an, while they could only feel ashamed of themselves.

For those with such a heart of Tao, even if they only used three-tenths of talent and three-tenths of effort, how could they not succeed?

This is God chasing after him to feed him!

Even if Ba Zun'an did not practice swordsmanship, he would succeed in other ways at some point, right?

"How can I not be free and easy, how can I not be free and easy..."

Above the void, Dao Qiongcang, who was looking down from above, was blocked by a word, but he wanted to applaud himself.

He really didn't expect that his few words of open and implicit sarcasm would be easily resolved and counterattacked by Ba Zun'an in this way.

But think about it carefully...

That's right!

How can this guy be an ordinary person, and his mood be affected by a few words from outsiders?

Unlike Rao Yaoyao's outward emotions and Xu Xiaoshou's flexibility, Ba Zun'an's pride has never weakened even if he looks down and out now.

The three words "exiled immortal" can give us a glimpse of this:

He never thought he had failed, but just came to the mortal world temporarily to experience the world.

When the deadline is up, he will eventually rise straight up and reach the sky.

"Did the incident back then really have no effect on him?"

"Everyone thinks he has fallen for thirty years. Is there a possibility... he just took the initiative to slow down and chose another path of cultivation?"

Dao Qiongcang had mixed thoughts in his mind, and his thoughts turned to other places, as if he had seen through Ba Zun'an's mind.

If it were someone else, he would never believe that someone would take the initiative to make such a choice and choose to be silent.

If it was Ba Zun'an, everything was possible.

So, what was worthy of Ba Zun'an, who was "three breaths of innateness, three years of sword immortal", to give up the rapid progress and choose to settle down for more than thirty years, just to accumulate strength and make a splash?

After Dao Qiongcang was calm, Tong Kong slowly enlarged.

He shook his head slightly, and said to the man below in a rather sighing tone:

"Ba Zun'an, Ba Zun'an, what should I say... It's really you?"

"But what you want is this, do you think you can do it?"

-What is the Taoist Palace Master saying?

In such a large battlefield, no one could understand the implicit and implicit meaning of Dao Qiongcang's words, who suddenly turned the conversation to the sky.

On the ruins, Ba Zun'an just chuckled, bent down in the rubble, and scooped up a fist of sand with his left hand with only four fingers.

Everyone looked at him, and they didn't understand why he did this, even Dao Qiongcang was puzzled.

When Ba Zun'an stood up again, he just gently released his four fingers, letting the wind that whistled in the world after the war take away the quicksand on his fingertips bit by bit

Until the sand and gravel almost flowed away, a small, black, lifeless toon worm appeared in his palm.

The world was quiet, even the wind was waiting.

Ba Zun'an stroked the cold black bug with his fingertips, slowly closed his eyes, and said indifferently:

"Dust and sand don't know what stability is, and spring bugs don't understand what eternal life is... So, I don't know how to talk to you about this."

"In your world, I'm too crazy. In my eyes, this is a normal step, one step forward."

Bazun'an took a step forward, raised his head, and looked at his former opponent from afar.

After a long time, he laughed out loud, but he couldn't say much after all:

"How can a summer bug talk about ice? A quail laughs at Kunpeng!"

"Whatever you think!"

This time, let alone Dao Qiongcang, everyone heard the disdain in Ba Zun'an's words.

I've heard that the Eighth Sword Immortal is crazy!

But few people can imagine that one day they can also experience this willful arrogance.

Even the mysterious Dao Qiongcang, in his eyes, is not from the same world?

He actually thinks that Dao Qiongcang can't understand him because he is not at a high enough level?

"Hiss!"

All the spectators in the venue took a deep breath and couldn't help but become more curious about what Ba Zun'an was up to.

What on earth was that that even the Taoist Palace Master couldn't accept?

It was bigger than the sky, and more difficult to calculate and imagine than the situation on the Void Island?

Only Lei Xi'er, who was outside the situation far away, holding Xu Xiaoshou who was still sleeping soundly, with a few strands of silver hair lifted by the wind on her red lips, could vaguely understand what Dao Qiongcang said.

I still remember that after the battle in the Eight Palaces, the Saint Slaves shrank into a dark cave.

At that time, Ba Zun'an was still pointing the way for Xu Xiaoshou.

Lei Xi'er, who was still in the Mu Zixi period, eavesdropped on the conversation between the two.

When talking about the meaning of "If you don't become a saint, you will end up being a slave", Ba Zun'an mentioned the reason why he was canonized:

"The sainthood is too slim, and the Saint Emperor can't save the situation."

"So I want to become a god, and I will wait until the day I draw my sword again to cut this filthy world into a bloody mess."

At that time, Xu Xiaoshou and even Mu Zixi thought that such remarks were too high-minded and false, and they later regarded them as a joke.

Is there any situation that the Semi-Saint and the Holy Emperor cannot break?

Now that the battle on Void Island is over, Lei Xi'er believes that if Xu Xiaoshou wakes up again, he will be like himself and understand that the Eight Masters have never joked about it.

"Conferred God..."

"Beyond the semi-saints and holy emperors, and point directly to the realm of being a god and an ancestor..."

"Is this his ambition?"

Lei Xi'er pursed her lips silently and glanced down at Xu Xiaoshou in her arms.

She felt that if she had only relied on herself, she might never have such a crazy idea in her entire life.

But with Xu Xiaoshou here, thinking about it at this time, he could calmly accept this crazy existence.

Those who are sleeping soundly in their arms may have no less ambition than this.

On the horizon, there is not much good color left on Dao Qiongcang’s face.

Because of the importance he attached to it, he could not turn a deaf ear to the words of the Eight Masters and ignore them just like what others said.

But when I think about it carefully, it’s still too irritating!

After so many years, the Eight Masters are still so arrogant, even others in the sky have not been able to penetrate into his Dharma eyes?

Oh, how noble!

Dao Qiongcang sneered, and soon regained his composure, saying noncommittally: "Every line is like a mountain, I can only wish you success."

"But I can't wish you success!" Bazun Shisui retorted and pointedly said, "Young master, I don't know others, but I know a little bit about your thoughts..."

After a pause, Bazun glanced in the direction of Lei Xi'er. To be precise, he looked at Xu Xiaoshou, and then slowly shook his head:

"I advise you, it's best not to."

Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

At the right time, Xu Xiaoshou, who was in Lei Xi'er's arms, squeaked and opened his eyes, just in time to catch the gaze of Bazun Shi as he moved away.

"Are they talking about me?" He "perceived" and understood the whole scene.

"Are you awake?" Lei Xi'er was surprised.

"No, it's because you're old and dim...are they talking about me?"

"Cursed, passive value, +1."

Lei Xi'er's beautiful eyes turned cold, and she threw Xu Xiaoshou out and spat: "You think too much, are you so important?"

"I'm so important!" Xu Xiaoshou muttered, still standing in the air, feeling the cool breeze, which was obviously not as sweet as the soft jade warm embrace, and he suddenly regretted waking up.

But it is more important to sense the sea of ​​qi immediately.

Not long after, Xu Xiaoshou saw that his Qi Sea was depleted and his Dao Foundation was damaged.

His heart skipped a beat, and Xu Xiaoshou's face turned pale.

"How are you?" Lei Xi'er supported the fool who staggered and almost fell.

"It's okay, there's no big problem..." Xu Xiaoshou waved his hands while cursing in his mind.

The air cracked and the turtle cracked, it turned out that the foundation of the road was damaged!

He was moving around like crazy with his passive skills, which only brought him back to life. I don't know if the remaining injuries could be recovered.

Even if it can, judging from this speed...

How long will it take to get back to the previous state?

"Isn't it really irreparable?"

"Sure enough, it is too forced to accept the power of the four great holy emperors, and finally use the sword to kill Hannya when you are exhausted!"

Xu Xiaoshou's expression turned strange, and finally he calmed himself down.

No big deal, no big deal...

The eight masters lost two of their fingers, and they have not been able to recover after so many years, and they can still continue to practice swordsmanship.

The injuries on his body should be insignificant.

He was doing psychological counseling on his own here. When Lei Xi'er saw Xu Xiaoshou's indifferent "don't care" look, she knew that this guy was in big trouble.

She didn't say much, she just grabbed Xu Xiaoshou's hand with her backhand and kept her company quietly.

"Being worried, passive value, +1."

"Don't worry..." Xu Xiaoshou was talking, and his body suddenly stiffened. He felt that his hands were numb, and they were sleeveless and red and burnt.

Soon he glanced sideways and looked at the battlefield, "What are they talking about?"

Lei Xi'er glanced at him: "Talk about something specious and something ordinary people can't understand."

"that is you!"

"Um?"

"Oh, I mean come and listen, maybe I can understand."

"Oh, you are so smart."

Lei Xi'er glanced at him coldly, no longer intending to argue with the injured, and told the two of them what they had just said.

Xu Xiaoshou stroked his chin thoughtfully.

The Eight Masters knew that their plans were very big, and Dao Qiongcang’s plans were probably not small.

But the former seals the sword in order to confer godhood, and what is the latter for?

Same?

Or is it something else, but with the same purpose?

Xu Xiaoshou's mind suddenly flashed into the jade-like arm that Dao Qiongcang had shown before, which was powerful enough to defeat the Bluestone Holy Emperor from the Divine Prison.

Recalling that the saucy old Taoist was actually a crazy person who looked calm on the outside but was crazy on the inside. He was also stopped by the Five Holy Emperors' families because of some research.

Xu Xiaoshou had a few guesses in his mind.

Maybe the Tao is different, but what the Tao Qiongcang plans is not much lower than the road to becoming a god that the Eight Masters are familiar with, and is even more shocking?

The two of them fell into a brief stalemate in the distance, like old friends meeting again. They looked at each other for a long time, clearly affectionate.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at it with the corners of his lips curling up.

But the confrontation between the two quickly collapsed.

Dao Qiongcang suddenly laughed, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth: "How can a summer insect talk about ice? It scolds Kunpeng and laughs at it!"

Ba Zun An flicked the dead stink bug in his palm and said softly: "Ants follow the way to death."

"Ba Zun An, you are too arrogant!"

"You are not worthy of your position, so you failed. This is why you were stopped, so stop it."

"You..."

"It's just a piece of advice, nothing more, it's up to you whether you listen or not."

Ba Zun An waved his hand and interrupted Dao Qiong Cang's words, obviously not wanting to say more.

Buzz!

Dao Qiong Cang was about to argue, but the Void Island trembled, and the power of the Holy Emperor on all sides was gathering rapidly.

"Hmm." Lei Xier groaned, and the white flames on her body ignited again.

Although the white flames did not hurt her, it was the power of the Holy Emperor after all. Even if she was a living demon body, she still had to endure the pain brought by the emergence of power.

Xu Xiaoshou had experienced this kind of pain personally, so he naturally knew it.

He frowned, and the red head of the gluttonous beast appeared behind him. He opened his mouth and swallowed all the power emerging from Lei Xier.

Feasting!

With a "doo", Lei Xier recovered, but Xu Xiaoshou almost groaned.

"Oh~"

He finally couldn't hold it back, and his seriously injured body was healed a lot by this energy.

But with just this one sound, he noticed the strange look of Lei Xier beside him, and he hurriedly lowered his throat, coughed and said:

"You don't have to come out, there is only a harmless Dao Qiongcang left, and you are useless."

The power of the Jinzhao ancestor was in Lei Xier.

Xu Xiaoshou had some guesses about why the Jinzhao ancestor didn't dare to possess him.

Perhaps, it was because it sensed the danger - there might be a danger similar to the seal power of Feng Yujin breaking into his body with spiritual wisdom, but being killed by the passive system.

Therefore, when it came to the four pillars, the Jinzhao ancestor chose Lei Xier on the spot.

This didn't matter, anyway, it didn't affect the final outcome.

Now everything is over, the Eight Lords want to kill Dao Qiong Cang.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was once glorious, knew that it was not necessary to make such a big show to deal with a mere half-saint, so he spoke out.

The power of the Jinzhao Patriarch also disappeared, and it really didn't come out.

"Am I awesome?" Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows proudly, and soon realized that this cold-faced girl was no longer a junior sister, and turned his head away in boredom.

"It's just so-so..."

There seemed to be a low voice like a mosquito in his ear.

Xu Xiaoshou was so sensitive that he almost didn't hear it, and immediately glanced at it: "What did you say!"

The wind lifted the silver hair and blurred the side of her face. Lei Xier stared at the battlefield in the distance, and the battle was about to start.

"Weird..." Xu Xiaoshou whispered, trying to shake off Lei Xier's hand but couldn't.

The rich life spirit was transmitted through the palm of his hand all the time, and was quickly transformed by the breathing method to heal the wound.

Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth and was about to speak.

A loud roar in the distance interrupted his words "I have the Life Spirit Seal in my Yuan Mansion."

"Long——"

Looking up, I saw the two people who had broken off the talk and took action without thinking.

Ba Zun'an only drew out three-quarters of the power of the four pillars, and Dao Qiongcang chose to self-destruct without saying a word!

Yes, it was self-destruction!

The roar did not spread, did not change, and did not hurt anyone.

Instead, under the wrapping of a layer of Tianjishu, all traces of Dao Qiongcang left on the Void Island were wiped out.

The green chain raised by Ba Zun'an's side naturally lost its target.

Oh, it ran so fast.

Looking at the black hole in front of him, feeling the breath of Dao Qiongcang gradually disappearing into nothingness, Ba Zun'an just shook his head and smiled, and let it go.

He couldn't take Dao Qiongcang, which was expected.

This guy has prepared so many back-ups for himself, and it is impossible for him to be caught like the Saint Emperor Wangze, which damaged his own body.

He is very smart!

It can be said that he has never really stepped into this game, and he is keeping himself safe.

But...

If he doesn't enter this game, where can he escape if he is in it?

Ba Zun'an reached into his arms and took out a sound transmission stone. He pointed it at the huge black hole in front of him, and then looked around at the people trembling in fear on the Void Island.

It's over.

After the spiritual essence was injected, Ba Zun'an's body trembled violently, but he concealed the huge shock very well, and kept the stone in his hand hidden at all times.

So the sound of Tao echoed in all directions, which was also the advice that Dao Qiongcang could not hear!

"Daily foolish dreams often come true."

"If you want to be free like me, enter the crazy way."