Chapter 1670: All Parties Listened Attentively to This Idea, and the Cross-Domain Letter of Challenge Was Delivered to the Holy Mountain

Chapter 1672: All parties listened to this idea, and the cross-region war letter was delivered to the Holy Mountain

"It's time to start, this mouth..."

Fengjia City in the Southern Territory is the first viewing platform.

Dao Qiongcang dropped his sleeves and fell among the mixed crowd, and no one paid him attention.

There were chaotic discussions beside him.

Someone is discussing Shouye's philosophy and deducing his personal current views.

Some people are pushing forward and interpreting how good the relationship between Master Shou and the master of Dao Palace is.

Nowadays, only a very small number of people here still support the Taoist Palace Master. They believe that the "puppet manipulation" and "Heavenly Secret Technique" are all slandered by Master Shou, and call on the Taoist Palace Master to come forward and clarify.

In normal times, Dao Qiongcang would go up and have a chat and express his own opinions.

At this moment, he just smiled bitterly and didn't say anything.

There is no way to clarify!

What Xu Xiaoshou said in front of Wuyu was like water that was thrown out and could not be taken back.

Even if he wants to accept it, he can't change public opinion.

Even if I want to clarify it, the yellow mud will fall into my trouser pocket, and the more I argue, the more dirty it becomes, and I can't clarify it at all.

What's more, as smart as the sky, he can completely see that Xu Xiaoshou pulled him into the water, just by the way.

He carries a gun and a stick in the story. Not only is this personal emotion not offensive, but it actually makes the originally vague concept come to fruition, giving people a sense of credibility.

Looking at the essence through phenomena, what he really wants to do at this moment is to "enlighten spiritual wisdom" to the world through the Five Domains Evangelism Mirror.

"I have indeed heard of the Five Great Holy Emperors' Family, Yuebei Huarao Dao, but I can't remember them at all. Why?"

"Rao Yaoyao, Beibei, yes, it's because their surname is Rao and Bei that they have so many opportunities. Look at Wuyue Sword Immortal, he only made a mistake once and his arm was amputated."

"Freedom, meaning, spirituality... Yes, I have pursued them all before, but then I forgot about them. I was like..."

puppet!

Dao Qiongcang looked around, as if he could see a thread named "Guidance" and "Forgetting" hanging above the heads of every spiritual master present.

His surname is Dao, and he understands better than anyone else that these people are all puppets, and they can also be called saint slaves.

But at this moment, these walking corpses in front of the preaching mirror suddenly woke up, because of Xu Xiaoshou's words?

No!

more than!

Also because...

"The great road of meaning!"

Dao Qiongcang slowly stretched out his hand and touched the void, as if tasting something.

He could vaguely feel that the surrounding space was fluctuating violently, invisibly transporting "imprints" one by one.

Mark, what is it?

Of course, the premise of "receiving the magic from the gods" is the marks left by puppies peeing in the past.

Now, Xu Xiaoshou is not only preaching to the Five Realms, but also pissing on the Five Realms.

However, the difference is that he does not have the idea of ​​​​taking away all the spiritual refiners in the five realms.

Each of these marks belonging to the Avenue of Mind that he urinated affects all those who are close to him, and they also guide people who have never been close to him to come closer.

The purpose is to cut off the thread hanging above the heads of the walking corpses by the families of the five holy emperors!

"Use the super-dao to transform meaning to resist the guidance of the Holy Emperor of the Five Domains and the power of the Holy Emperor's forgetfulness..."

"Xu Xiaoshou, you are too bold..."

Dao Qiongcang could no longer describe the complex feelings in his heart.

Thirty years younger, he might have agreed with Xu Xiaoshou's approach, but now he just feels that this guy is too young and does things regardless of the consequences!

In the second half of Relics of God, Dao Qiongcang has noticed a qualitative change in Xu Xiaoshou's understanding of the Great Way of Mind.

After being tranced at the Relics of God, he even realized that Xu Xiaoshou had digested his understanding of the Avenue of Memory and applied it to his Avenue of Intention.

But Dao Qiongcang never thought that in just one day, as soon as this kid stepped out of the fire pit, he would be slashing and hacking at the Holy Spirit Continent with his back feet.

He didn't just say it.

He also wanted everyone who heard him to remember what he said.

"Is this a newborn calf?"

The influence left by the five holy emperor families is so dense in quantity and high in quality?

What Xu Xiaoshou can do alone is, at best, only affecting a part of the world in front of the preaching mirror.

For Dashu, this is like a drop in the bucket and cannot change the situation.

But the consumption is very terrifying - covering the five realms with the mysteries of space, branding the continent with the avenue of meaning, even if you go up to the sky, you have to be drained of people.

Xu Xiaoshou stood in front of the preaching mirror, not even taking a single step of the holy medicine, and continued his actions.

Even the Eight Masters had to endure it for thirty years, and even he had to fake his own death to get out of the predicament. Is this guy so stupid that he wants to move mountains with one person, or fill the sea with his family?

Can a single spark really start a prairie fire?

Dao Qiongcang's eyes moved and he raised his eyes to look at the sky.

The sky of the Holy God Continent is not always covered with a layer of gloom like the Relics of God. It is very clear, but it is harder to understand.

For a moment, Dao Qiongtian was in a trance.

He didn't know that he was getting old, so he lost the passion of his youth.

As I grew up, I later really believed that only a seamless plan could break the most comprehensive layout.

He looked at the void, and remembered Void Island in a trance, recalling the old days.

In the past, he was actually a reckless man. He broke through the southern wall despite many obstacles and still wanted to research the living secret puppet. What else is this not a reckless man?

Then what key node appeared, causing the reckless man to transform into a wise man?

Dao Qiongcang thought about it and soon got the answer.

Number One was born!

Until Number One fell on the Void Island under the guidance of the five old immortals!

To put it nicely, he is now unpredictable, to put it bluntly, he is being cautious.

Why?

Because he is powerless.

Dao Qiongcang turned around and looked at the magnified, still talking, young and energetic face of Xu Xiaoshou on the first viewing platform.

Regardless of other things, this time, he hopes Xu Xiaoshou wins!

…

"Brother, look!"

Also in the South Region, but at a spiritual formation ferry leading to the Central Region, the storyteller stood on tiptoe and pointed far away.

In the distance stood a preaching mirror.

The picture in the mirror was enlarged, and a familiar handsome face was smiling seductively. He was talking about something, his mouth was round and flat, and the content could not be heard clearly.

"Cute~"

The storyteller smiled, grabbed his wrist, put his hand on his shoulder and held it in front of his chest, bit his green jade finger and looked sideways, full of satisfaction.

Xu Xiaoshou has grown up.

He learned it by himself and can also "tell stories".

In front of the preaching mirror, the audience in the audience of the unknown viewing platform were either whispering, silent, angry, or helpless...

Emotions fluctuated due to storytelling.

Will changed due to the speech.

Ning Honghong tilted her head, so she smiled even more, as if she saw her former self.

"Are you calling me?"

Ba Zun'an responded weakly, as if he also heard his own name.

He was not sure, after all, it was too far away, several dozen feet!

He could hear Xu Xiaoshou's voice and barely see his face clearly. He was considered middle-aged and sharp-eyed.

It didn't matter.

He knew exactly what Xu Xiaoshou was going to do.

"Is it about to start..."

Turning his head away, Ba Zun'an murmured softly, no longer paying attention to the preaching mirror, and walked straight to the direction of the spirit formation to line up.

Someone noticed the movement here, bumped into his companion, and laughed:

"Look, he looks like your Ba Zun'an."

"Bullshit, the Eighth Sword Immortal crossed the South Sea, and thousands of swords flew together. He didn't need a teleportation array, he just went there in a flash, okay!"

"But he really looks a bit like Ba Zun'an in the portrait in your room, just a little older, his hair is a little paler... Well, like a sex-hungry ghost, he's drained of his energy."

"Don't say it, everyone is here, you are really rude!"

Ba Zun'an raised his eyes and glanced at the long queue, waved to the storyteller, and silently walked to the back to line up.

The closer a person gets to old age, the more blurred the sound and picture become.

All unimportant things, which can't enter his eyes and ears at all, just go with the wind.

But in contrast, the induction of nature, Taoism, and induction has become extremely close.

Heaven and man are indistinguishable from each other, so there is no concept of "unity".

Although Ba Zun'an's eyes are turbid, he can see the waves of space and the surge of mind. He keeps his mouth shut and can perceive the sound of hundreds of grasses and the dance of the sea breeze.

The deaf are good at singing and music, and the blind are good at painting the infinite.

It is the six senses that limit the human body and set rules. When these are abandoned, they are completely beyond the rules.

The world begins to run wild!

Cang Jian is now old, and Ba Zun'an can no longer feel any spiritual energy from his body, and even his vitality seems to be exhausted.

The only thing he can feel is the sword energy all over his body.

"This skin bag binds his sword energy..."

Ba Zun'an used this to cultivate the immortal sword body. He thought that this was limited by talent, and then he could change his fate.

He found that this was still limited.

The world, the mountains and rivers, my skin, and the sword.

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Now, Ba Zun An began to think from the perspective of the sword, whether the sword energy came from him or me:

"I am surging, I am burning, when I draw the sword into the mountains and rivers, all that is left is to tear apart this immortal skin that binds me."

Seal the sword until old, and I will become a saint when I grow old.

Seal me until old...

...

Sword Burial Tomb.

Wen Ting suddenly had an idea and patrolled the mountain to find gold. He saw Xu Xiaoshou in the preaching mirror surrounded by mountain worshippers.

He stopped and listened for a while, looking at the East Mountain from afar.

The East Mountain is like a sword, and the sisal is like a sharp edge.

Wen Ting's eyes showed nostalgia, and he stretched out his hand to the palm-sized sword burial tomb from afar, and sighed:

"Well said."

...

Canyue Fairy City.

Xiao Kongtong held the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword and carried a large sack, passing by the preaching mirror in a hurry with blood.

Seeing Xu Xiaoshou smiling brightly above, he couldn't help but grin, showing his teeth.

"Boom!"

Thunder in the void.

A holy calamity almost came.

Everyone in Xiaokongtong tensed up, quickly controlled themselves, and rushed back to the battlefield.

It was impossible to survive the calamity. He hadn't won the title of Seven Swordsmen yet, and hadn't fulfilled his teacher's unfulfilled dream yet. How could he become a sword saint in advance?

The sword master kills, and proves the way with killing.

For several months, Xiaokongtong has been constantly practicing the concept that he had dreamed of for thirty years.

He finally understood why his teacher left behind so many great battles and so many unrestrained sword songs.

Killing all the time will always trigger inspiration.

"Xu Xiaoshou, are you going to start proving the way too?"

...

Qingyuan Mountain, Changde Town.

Kui Leihan hugged his chest and leaned against the pillar, looking at the mirror carried by the two small town residents, and looking at Xu Xiaoshou above who was talking about it.

He stretched out his big hand and touched the Tao.

Zi!

The purple lightning swayed slightly.

The iron collar of the ban on martial arts was raised slightly.

Quirehan put down his hand and shook his head slightly. He searched for a long time and couldn't find anyone.

"Where's the second pillar?"

…

Tiansangling Palace, thatched house.

Ye Xiaotian was floating alone beside the wooden table, looking at the preaching mirror in the eighth palace with an expressionless face.

In front of him, there were still four sets of bowls and chopsticks, but there was no roast goose on the table.

Old man Sang has lost all his fun, and the weird sainthood of moving to a new house seems to be gone. Xiao Qixiu finally goes back to pursue his dream after all these years...

In the end, being alone is eternity.

"Mom..."

A call sounded from his chest.

Ye Xiaotian sniffed and quickly wiped away his tears, but his nose still felt sore.

He was persuaded by Xu Xiaoshou, but he could never regain his original intention of practicing Taoism:

"What about the 'four sons, four sons, walking away for the rest of their lives' as promised?"

…

Nanming Kun leaps, turns into a roc, and soars up and down the sky.

A black and red domineering star-patterned puppet stopped near the sea, its abdomen opened, and a girl jumped out.

Wearing white clothes, with black eyes, she bent over with bare feet, stepped on the cold sea water, and picked up shells on the beach.

Xu Xiaoshou's vague voice came from inside the cabin behind him:

"significance……"

"Pointless……"

Yu Zhiwen raised her head and slightly curled her mouth. She knew what Xu Xiaoshou meant, and it was not meaningless.

The song of the waves cheers and speaks of the freedom and rebirth of the sea.

The shells on the shoal are still silent. Is silence meaningless?

"No!"

Xu Xiaoshou's decisive voice came out from inside the cabin.

Yu Zhiwen touched the sea water, raised her head slightly, and let the black sea breeze blow the tips of her hair, bringing a moist touch.

She rubbed the shell and threw it forward.

The uncontrolled waves are pushing the shells forward. After landing again, the silent shells may find meaning.

…

The foot of Guizhe Holy Mountain is far away.

Tianren Wushen suddenly raised his head, and Sanyan's pupils under the orange mask rotated rapidly and suddenly froze.

There were heavy sounds of wind, shouts, and surprises in his ears.

He passed by the crowd and walked towards the Holy Mountain. Pain stirred in his brain. He covered his head and stopped in the chaos, feeling that he had forgotten something again.

He remembered that he had another teammate...

Yes, Xu Xiaoshou!

No, it’s Lei Xi’er!

The gods and humans frowned, searching for something in the fragmented memories, and found themselves.

He no longer dared to have teammates.

He had already persuaded Lei Xier to leave.

He planned to go to the Holy Mountain alone.

"What to do?"

Life seems to be meaningless.

He walked aimlessly towards the Holy Mountain, knowing only that he had to stand for a while.

He suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at the person in the mirror in the distance, and thought of the poor guy who had passed away and had no news of him now.

"They're all back."

"Huang Quan, why haven't you returned home yet?"

…

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the preaching mirror as if he were looking at the people of the Five Realms. He knew that everyone was looking at him now.

He continued, telling his story:

"I know a ghost beast friend, a senior in red."

"The ghost beast is a good ghost beast. He only has one dream in his life. Just find a nest to live in."

"Hong Yi is also a good Hong Yi. He only has one dream in his life, which is to kill all the ghost beasts."

After a pause, he smiled and said:

"But one day, I met a little red-clothed beast in the red-clothed team? No, a little ghost beast..."

"I searched for the secrets and traced the meaning. Later I found out that the so-called red clothes robbed the ghost beasts was just to seize the power from them."

"My senior in red, Zhan Dao, has the power of Taixu - Haoran Zhengqi. I don't know whether he is Taixu or not now."

"Thinking about it now, I think he is a wretch and an experimental subject."

Xu Xiaoshou pointed in the direction of the Four Symbols Secret Realm:

"I tore a unicorn into pieces at that place. It is a sacred beast and also a ghost beast."

"Bei Huai is not targeting me, he is actually targeting me. What he wants is the Greedy God - the ghost beast in me. What he wants is the devouring power."

"I don't know how many experiments they have conducted over the years, how many ghosts and beasts have been deprived of their power, disguised as the power of Taixu, and placed in whose bodies."

"I only know that there are not many people like them who still remember their original aspirations, like Fang Wenxin, the first generation in red, and Vigil, the senior in red who wanted to introduce me."

After listening to the story about ghost beasts in silence, Wuyu saw Master Shou spread his hands and returned to the topic just now:

"So, is it meaningless for Saint Slave to pursue freedom?"

"No!"

"Significant!"

Xu Xiaoshou said that he is considered a very pure saint slave because he also found his own answer:

"There are never more than ten people trapped in the cage."

"The experimental subjects in red, the foreigners in white, the semi-saints outside the Holy Temple, and you who are waiting to become these three people on the road..."

"Everyone is a saint slave!"

All the saints on the Guizhe Holy Mountain looked at Love for the Common People, and even the expressions of the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoys were anxious.

But everyone tried to use their eyes to make the people of the world shoot arrows to stop Xu Xiaoshou, but they loved the people and were indifferent.

He was still listening, and Xu Xiaoshou was still talking:

"Empty talk is meaningless."

“It’s meaningless to talk so much about pursuing illusory ideas.”

"Courtesy is given to smiles, and truth is given to those who respect you. Respect is mutual. When civilization doesn't work, you still have to return to barbarism..."

"One word, fight!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the mirror, and then crossed a domain and looked at the Holy Mountain.

The people on the Holy Mountain don't need to look at the mirror drunk in the wind. Under the eyes of the Great Dao, everything is adjacent to the side.

The spectators from the five domains understood what was said when the word "fight" was spoken. They were all excited and their eyes were full of expectation.

But seeing Shou Ye smiled, he waved his hand and said:

"Love the common people, there is no need to say anything about blocking the Dao rules and exiling the sinners. Jiuji Gui can't do it, and you don't have the ability."

"I won't play any tricks with you. Dao Qiong Cang said it very well. Let's skip the process and go directly to the result."

He pointed at the mirror and at the love of the common people:

"You, come to the South Region and stay."

He pointed at himself, drew to the horizon, and pointed at the Holy Mountain in the distance:

"I will go to the Dead Sea to pick up my master."

I immediately retracted his fingers, pulled out Zangku, shook a sword flower, and stabbed at the preaching mirror, scaring the people of the five regions:

"This is all over, I will fight."

"Come as many as you can, kill as many as you can; come to the Holy Emperor, kill the Holy Emperor."

He chopped the air with his sword twice, as if he was slaughtering a dog:

"Including your beloved dog."

"Understand the sound of the bow."