Chapter 1581: Calling Friends to Summon the Eighth Immortal, Smiling and Saying "God-Defying"

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

The gray fog man's face turned green, if he had a face.

As early as when the Fengdu Sword came to help, he already knew that Xu Xiaoshou had paid attention to the battlefield here.

But what's the use?

What's the point of hiding?

After losing the help of the four pillars on the Void Island, the boy couldn't even deal with the little girl Beibei, let alone Rao Yaoyao, and needed to take action himself.

The sword just now was his limit. How could he dare to intervene in the real battlefield between the Half Saint and the Saint Emperor in person!

Who would have thought that when he was in the most embarrassing time, when Mo Mo was almost disappointed in himself...

He came to save the situation as a hero!

"What is this?"

Feng Yujin glanced at Mo Mo.

Earlier, her eyes were extremely gloomy and extremely disappointed - you can imagine it without looking.

At this moment, only Mo Mo was reserved by nature, but when she looked at the figure of the young man standing on the coffin, she also smiled slightly and was full of surprise.

She had never looked at herself like this before...

Feng Yujin's head was like a big stew pot that was kicked over by a yellow-haired boy when it was boiling. Meat paste, sauce, side dishes and all kinds of twisted things all burst out.

Yes, his emotions were so chaotic at the moment.

He could no longer express his extremely complicated thoughts and feelings in words, and he collapsed and yelled at the yellow... black-haired boy:

"Xu Xiaoshou, what are you doing here?"

Xu Xiaoshou flicked the sword lightly, and Zangku "hummed" and twisted like a maggot. Under the gaze of the Saint Emperor and the Half Saint, he twisted his enchanting limbs without any respect or shame, which made his master's voice so noble:

"Save you."

Save...

Save what? Me?

Feng Yujin, who was in the form of a gray fog man, exploded with a bang, and then a crazy voice came out of Mo Mo:

"You save me? Wow, ha ha ha, this emperor needs you to save him?"

"Xu Xiaoshou, what are you kidding? Do you really see the current situation clearly? This emperor has the upper hand, and this emperor chooses to give Yue Gongli a face..."

"Feng Yujin, you are so noisy." Mo Mo showed disgust.

"Huh?"

Everything stopped abruptly.

The black-clothed young man on the coffin of the God of Conferred Gods brushed Zang Ku with his fingertips, trying to straighten this embarrassing thing. After failing, he stared at the sword and sighed:

"It's okay to deceive the brothers, but don't deceive yourself... You are very soft, really."

Zang Ku froze, and then hardened, and the sword body was stretched straight and trembling.

Mo Mo was stunned for a moment, and then laughed with his hands covering his mouth.

Feng Yujin was furious and roared:

"Xu Xiaoshou, you are the only one who is tough, right?"

"From the beginning to the end, this emperor has protected you all the way, but everyone else is soft. You are the toughest among the people around you, and you are the toughest!"

"But what can you do with your tough mouth? This is the power of the evil god, this is the descendant of the Holy Emperor, one of them is surnamed Hua and the other is surnamed Yue, what can you do? What can you do?"

"Even to deal with a little girl, you..."

"Shut up." Mo Mo said in the gap.

"Oh."

Ah? What's wrong with dealing with a little girl...Yue Gongli stared at the infighting of the Holy Slave with interest, with a blazing fire in his eyes.

Go on!

What other stories do you have, reveal them all!

Little girl...What did Xu Xiaoshou do to a little girl, or did he not do anything...Oh? Oh oh?

Also, how could this Holy Emperor be controlled by his host and still enforce his orders...Bei Huai's new research?

Yue Gongli touched his chin, his eyes gradually brightened.

"There is something going on!" At this time, more and more people gathered outside the venue to talk about it. They stared at Mo Mo and Xu Xiaoshou, and the discussion went back and forth between "Saint Emperor", "Ghost Beast" and "Shou Ye".

There was no way. At this time, the saying that "the ruins have been sealed and everyone will die" was rampant.

In the face of life and death and curiosity, everyone chose to join in the fun before dying.

This seemed to be innate.

However, Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth and suppressed the commotion of the scene:

"How do you know that I have only the hardest mouth in my body, nothing else?"

Xu Xiaoshou certainly knew what level Feng Yujin's impression of him was, which was nothing more than the moment before the separation of the Four Symbols Secret Realm.

And the means of trying to achieve the purpose of harming others and benefiting oneself with such remarks, now it seems that it can only be said to be really clumsy, and it can't even stir up the slightest wave of his own emotions.

Xu Xiaoshou could only laugh and say:

"How do you know that I am only one person now?"

Ah, yes, yes, you have thousands of children. With your mouth, you can create 10,000 people at once, but what can it do? Can it change the world and get a good deal in front of the descendant of the Holy Emperor?

Feng Yujin didn't want to control Mo Mo's face and twist his mouth to the sky at this time.

But he really wanted to sneer again, "How can a morning fungus know the new moon and the full moon? How can a cicada know the spring and autumn? How can a frog at the bottom of a well imagine the disaster behind the four words "descendant of the Holy Emperor"!

But before he could speak...

The young man in black standing on the top of the coffin slowly raised his hand under the attention of the crowd. As his sleeves slipped down, he snapped his fingers lightly with his knuckles clearly defined and slightly glowing.

"Snap."

This sound was so crisp that it touched the hearts of everyone present.

Buzz!

The next moment, the raindrops fell, and the dazzling mystery array diagram fell from the sky.

It must be said that the water ghost who became the chief elder of the first building in the sky had the consciousness and style of a chief elder at this time.

As the Great Demon King of the Spiritual Department of the previous generation who was famous earlier than the Tenth Seat, the Water Ghost knows how to make a gorgeous appearance and enhance the atmosphere.

He is well versed in the principle of "if a master is silent, the world will become noisy". He stepped on the secret formation and fell down, holding on to the half of the golden beast face on his face. After landing on the ground, he stood quietly behind the coffin of the God, without saying a word. explain.

The crowd of onlookers was stunned for a long time and immediately started to boil:

"It's him, water ghost!"

"The Sky City dominated the whole game and killed many semi-saint water ghosts in the Holy Temple!"

"This golden beast face... I know him. I was also on the Sky City at that time. After he put on this thing, he changed from Yu Lingdi to Yu Mo, and stabbed Yan Wuse to death with a halberd!"

"..."

The mood at the scene reached a climax instantly.

At a certain moment, Feng Yujin really thought that some big shot was coming. After listening and looking for a long time, he found out that he was just a half-saint.

Even if he is a semi-saint, it will not help, okay!

"Haha, Xu Xiao..."

Before he could taunt him, another secret formation was revealed on the horizon.

This time, an old man wearing a straw hat and tattered prison uniform entered the scene. His whole body was black and withered, like a burned corpse, but the terrifying power contained in his torso and arms was shocking.

"sleeveless!"

"This straw hat, these red-scorched hands... he must be the second in command of the Saint Slave, no, the first two in command is sleeveless without a doubt!"

"He has also been canonized, or is he a semi-saint?"

"No, isn't he an ordinary Taixu? How can he still understand the secret after being canonized? He..."

The spirit refining masters on the scene were horrified and fell into an incredible moment of wonder. They all shifted from the situation of the game to thinking about the spirit refining process, completely going astray.

Feng Yujin seemed speechless.

Compared with the low profile of the Water Ghost among the nine Saint Slaves, the second-in-command of the Saint Slaves has no sleeves. Even if he was just a Taixu before, he is still famous on the inner island of Void Island.

He dared to mock the water ghost. After all, he didn't know Feng Yujin very well. Wuxiu heard that he was someone who dared to challenge the eight masters, so he might as well forget it.

While the crowd was discussing, Bai Zhou, Cen Qiaofu and others also entered the scene.

Relatively speaking, these two people seemed ordinary. In fact, they had no idea that the great elder on the first floor of the sky and the master of the building owner were fighting for no reason or jealousy.

What's there to show off about the secret array diagram?

Aren't there two at the scene?

…

"That's it?"

Feng Yujin was silent, but Yue Gongli was amused in his heart.

If it were just these few people, he would have been mentally prepared when he was in the eighteenth heaven.

The thunder was loud and the raindrops were light. In the end, Xu Xiaoshou could only summon this little helper for himself, which was useless in terms of the overall situation.

Everyone then looked back at Master Shou with similar thoughts.

The young man in black on the coffin of the God of Conferment waited for more than ten breaths after the saints entered, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Just as everyone was looking forward to it, Xu Xiaoshou himself was impatient. Even Yue Gongli felt that since your people have entered the scene, I should call for manpower and bring out my big daddy to suppress the scene. Then he When I wanted to take out a jade slip for communication.

"call……"

The scene was filled with sand and rocks, and everyone felt a little chilled in their hearts. They looked to the west in the distance.

"I come from the west~~"

A misty groan sounded in the distance, with ups and downs and full of emotion.

Not as gorgeous as the Semi-Saint of Secrets, but not as low-key and simple as Cenchofu Baizhou.

The figure with long flowing hair stood out in the yellow sand. His simple white robe was extremely free and easy. When he shrunk to the ground and stepped forward, he held a cup in one hand and a fan in the other, singing and drinking at the same time. He felt very uncomfortable:

"I came from the west and wandered eastward with the current~"

"Watch the cud during the day and make bed with ghosts at night~"

Hearing this sound, Xu Xiaoshou stumbled on the God's Coffin and almost fell down. He opened his mouth and tried not to have an attack.

You are so crazy!

Don’t you have your own lines?

When I looked back, I saw the figure of the man in white who was drinking and singing in the flying dust. As he got closer, he could no longer see clearly, but became more blurry.

He came slowly, and the Tao evolved, and behind him appeared the image of a river heading east, with gurgling water, time flies like an arrow, and people and ghosts are all guests.

Suddenly, the image changed again, becoming gloomy. A cool breeze blew in, blowing the picture into pieces and blowing it into the dim broken willows, swaying the candlestick on the square table.

"laugh……"

As soon as the candle went out, the ricket shadow under the willow shattered.

Yue Gongli's heart skipped a beat, he actually saw the scene inside the screen candle!

This is a forbidden area on the Guizhe Holy Mountain. Who on Xu Xiaoshou's side can enter the screen candle area?

Without waiting for much thought, a chant started:

"The mayfly guesses my idea~The cool breeze extinguishes the candle wax~"

"Drunk on the water of the world ~ wake up with the Immortal Chacha ~"

As the soulful voice finally settled, the man in white who was drinking and singing finally came into everyone's sight.

He bent down and fished out a handful of the moon from the water. When he stood up, he pushed his hair back to his waist, and everyone was able to see his true appearance.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal!"

There were screams outside the stadium.

No matter from the front, from the back, from the left or from the right, when everyone looked up, they saw the face of the Eight Masters.

In fact, as early as the sound of "I come from the west" was heard, someone touched their memory and recalled the celebrations made by the Eighth Sword Immortal when he fished in Yunlun and fished everyone into the Void Island before he retired.

But when the person actually raised his head, the shock in the hearts of those around him was far less powerful than the shock caused by what he saw with the naked eye!

"ah--"

A strange scream sounded from Mo Mo's body.

She swung her hands and feet from side to side a few times in an extremely uncoordinated manner, which was so funny.

Then he raised his neck and his expression became uncomfortable, as if a ghost was strangling his throat and pulling him back, and he started "running backwards"...

"Why are the Eight Masters here?"

Yue Gongli was also filled with great fear, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.

What he saw was not just Bazun, this guy had become so sick after not seeing him for decades - he was grinning!

You are the Eight Masters, you have an image, why are you smiling?

Just smile. Are you just happy to scare my sister to death with your grin reaching the top of your head?

"Brother-in-law~~"

Without even thinking, Yue Gongli jumped off the palm of the evil god Sui Yin, made a squeaking sound like a cat clinging to his body, and rushed forward for a hug.

He was only halfway through the charge when he saw Bazun's skilled hand grabbing his chin and lifting it up, flipping his head upwards.

"Huh?"

Yue Gongli burped, and her little heart stopped beating at this moment.

The same goes for everyone outside the court.

Everyone quickly rubbed their eyes again and felt relieved.

It turns out that Bazunzi did not take off his head, but just tore off the "smiling face hood" belonging to Bazunzi, revealing the one inside...

Yue Gongli narrowed his eyes.

Yue Gongli's eyes widened.

Yuegong ran away from home directly from his eyes!

"Tao Qiongtian???"

He screamed.

No matter how hard you try, you won't be able to find anything, and attaining the Tao will take no effort at all.

I haven't called you yet, but you have already calculated that I am going to call you. You are so smart and so conscious that you came to me on your own? Yue Gongli is ecstatic!

——Yes, this face is not a coquettish one, who else could it be?

There were no fewer than hundreds of people surrounding him at this time.

Among them, not to mention most of them who were affiliated with the Holy Slaves and the Holy Temple Church, 70 to 80% should be there, and they recognized the person immediately:

"Master of the Dao Palace?"

The rest of them had no idea. Hearing the surprised sounds around them, they hurriedly took out the spiritual crystal card issued by Duojin Trading Company. After comparing it with the simple figure on the card, they all also held their heads:

"It's really him!"

"What's going on? Why did the Dao Palace Master come into the ruins?"

"Why do I only know about such a big thing now... Oh, I don't know, this is normal~"

"The Master of the Dao Palace has been hiding it since he didn't take the God's Life Star?"

"Perhaps he has collected eighteen God's Fate Stars, but he has a way to avoid the lock of the God-killing Official Site."

"No, maybe he has obtained the status of the Ancestral God, and along with it, he has taken down all the inheritance of the God-Slaying Officer, so that he is willing to surface."

"It must be like... no, more than that! He will show up, and there is absolutely a 100% certainty. Today, not only the master of the Temple of God's Relics will be the biggest winner, but also the two, three, four... five, six, seven and eight leaders of the Saint Slave , in short, if a few more people come, they will all be arrested and brought to justice!"

"But Dao Qiongcang is no longer the Master of Dao Palace, but the Master of Xuanji Palace..."

"How dare you call our palace master the holy name!"

"Shut up, we don't have a sister named Dao Xuanji in the Holy Temple... Bah, Palace Master!"

"..."

On the God's Coffin, Xu Xiaoshou felt his scalp numb as he listened to the discussions about the throne, Zhan Dao, etc. around him.

There has never been a review like this!

Even if Dao Qiongcang used such an extremely showy appearance, everyone would be shocked and then pass?

What everyone is discussing is his plans, his ideas, his... mysterious things!

Even his sister, who didn't know whether she stabbed him in the back or was designed to stab him in the back, was also forced into negative comments.

Dao Qiongtian, just standing there, he seemed to have planned countless games.

He took two puffs of the northwest wind, and everyone racked their brains to figure out what the meaning was.

If he squats down and farts, will everyone think it smells good, and if he inhales it, he can break through the shackles and become a saint from the void?

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless. What kind of grand and silent brainwashing had this slutty guy accomplished on the spiritual alchemists in the mainland?

…

Mo Mo... no, Feng Yujin left and came back. He was stunned not far away, trembling with anger, staring at the fake Eightfold Truth, his whole body full of resentment.

Yue Gongli was really frightened and wanted to hit someone. When he heard Zhou Min's comments, he remembered that he had something to seek from the Tao, and he was still Tao Qiangtian. He had better be softer to avoid being put in the shoes in the future.

Bazun knows that I can get close.

Dao Qiongcang is even more my good brother!

While thinking like this, Yue Gongli started walking again, rushed to Dao Qiongcang's side flatteringly, and was about to hold his hand:

"Old Sassy, ​​don't you have your own design? Why did you use that eight-fingered cripple's voice and his words to almost scare me..."

Dao Qiongcang took half a step back and said with a faint smile:

"Too lazy to think about it."

Yue Gongli took his hand and looked at Dao Qiongcang, who was a few steps away from him and whose smile seemed a little unfamiliar. He looked slightly stunned, and then he laughed in relief, "Ha, ha ha."

This is my brother!

Brother, do you understand?

Not to mention a pair of trousers, they are also good brothers who grew up wearing the same trousers and know the ins and outs!

If he takes a step back, does that mean he refuses to be intimate?

No, he has a deep meaning, isn't he? That's what he is: dirty!

The most basic understanding is that he doesn't want to ruin his reputation as a coquettish but straightforward person in public.

My brother, can he still harm me?

Yuegong Lire put a cold butt sticker on his face once and then didn’t put it on, so he chose to continue posting:

"Brother Qiongcang, I'll tell you the truth. Xu Xiaoshou just came here with four half-saints and two with mysteries. I was frightened."

"It's okay, it's okay. You arrived in time and you can solve my urgent need. You don't know that this guy Hua Yuan has been blocked by a little girl after not seeing him for a long time..."

He stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Dao Qiongcang's shoulders.

This move can show the world my close relationship with Brother Qiongcang without causing misunderstandings. It can be said to be the most ironclad proof of the relationship between brothers.

But Yue Gongli took two steps forward and reached out to grab her, but he didn't catch her.

Because Dao Qiongcang retreated three steps.

"Gah!"

With all the attention being paid to him, Yue Gongli burped again, with a bit of embarrassment on his handsome face.

He chuckled, pouted his butt, tilted his upper body, and used the back of his hand to brush away the non-existent dust on the sleeves of Dao Qiongtian's big arm:

"Dirty, haha."

After brushing off his loneliness, he took another half step away from the sky.

At this time, Yuegong Li's hand finally froze in mid-air, and his body was completely frozen in place, unable to relieve himself.

"Brother, why..."

Before he could finish speaking, a soft shout came from the distant God's Coffin:

"Tao Qiongtian!"

Everyone turned their eyes and looked at Master Shou.

But I saw the young man in black sneering and staring at the Taoist Palace Master. After staring for a while, he shook his head and said:

"My word, are you going to rebel? Why are you so far away from me and so close to that moon fox?"

Yue Gongli turned sideways, twitched his ears, and burst into laughter:

"My... Tao?"

He covered his mouth and Kuku snickered twice, then pointed at Xu Xiaoshou and slapped his leg happily: "What do you call him?"

He turned his head and pointed at Dao Qiongang: "Hahaha, Brother Dao, did you hear what he called you?"

"I heard."

Dao Qiongcang nodded and passed by him, breaking the finger pointing towards him. His voice of tranquility spread softly to all directions in the total silence:

"My Xu, don't be anxious."

"The food must be eaten one bite at a time, and the road must be walked step by step, and I will eventually come to your side to... give you advice."

The whole place was dead silent!

Only Xu Xiaoshou showed a happy expression on his face.

Yue Gongli held his bleeding severed finger, raised his left knee, curled up his upper body and bounced back and forth, like a wounded little fox.

He couldn't help trembling, trembling, and the "My Way", "My Xu", "My Way, My Xu" that kept echoing in his mind played a magical melody and turned into a Kill him and stab him alive again and again with the sharp sword.

His world finally shattered, his eyes finally popped open, he covered his head and couldn't help but hiss, and finally shook his head at the retreating angry figure and roared:

"Dao Ni Tian, ​​you treacherous son, what do you want to do!"