Chapter 484 His Name Is Wen Ming

Beyond the eighth palace.

A wild place.

The red military tent rustled in the cold wind.

The rain fell heavily.

In recent days, except for the day when the White Cave interdimensional space was opened, it has been raining continuously.

The world here is quite desolate.

With the opening of the White Cave, the number of people staying there has dropped sharply, and the surrounding area has become even more gloomy.

"Buzz!"

In the deputy tent, a round wheel suddenly vibrated violently, waking up the drowsy nurse Hongyi.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a hood, with his hands curled between his sleeves, and his mouth is chattering as he sleeps.

But when the round wheel shook violently, his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and he bounced up like a conditioned reflex.

"coming?"

Hong Yi's face was somewhat panicked that could not be concealed.

Lan Ling, the manager of Baiku Red Clothes, once said that this "Tian Yuan Spirit Detection Plate" detects stowaways above the Dao of Killing.

Within a radius of thirty miles, as long as someone beyond this level appears, the Tianyuan Spirit Exploration Plate can instantly sense it.

At this moment, Lan Ling, Xin and Shouye all entered the white cave.

There is only one Lord Black Soul left who can serve as director here.

"Come here, go and invite the black soul..."

The man in red just yelled, and the tent curtain was immediately opened by a dark armored hand.

"Lord Dark Soul!"

The man immediately bowed.

"What's the matter?"

Black Soul is a man who is fully armed with dark armor, his face cannot be seen at all, and his voice is dull and powerful.

The red clothes used by others could only be draped over his shoulders.

The train of his robe, which was long enough to sweep the floor, barely touched his calves under his tall and powerful figure, fluttering in the wind.

As soon as he lowered his head, he entered the tent.

Four people in red clothes filed in behind him and stood on the left and right.

There was a "rumbling" sound, silver snakes danced in the sky, and the rain became heavier.

"The Tianyuan Spirit Exploration Plate has moved!"

Red-dressed Ginseng looked at Lord Black Soul, who was two dozen heads taller than a normal person, and felt certain in his heart. He pointed at the round wheel and his voice stabilized.

Black Soul's eyes hidden under his helmet stared at the past, only to see that the disc was extremely quiet.

"Are you sure it moved?"

When his voice dropped lower, Shen An felt his legs and feet go weak.

"It really moved. It must have moved once just now. I can't be wrong."

"What were you doing just now?" Black Soul turned around.

"I……"

Shen'an's face suddenly turned red.

I was sleeping just now.

Because I worry and worry day and night, I am always afraid that this thing will move.

So, what you saw was an illusion?

"It can't be an illusion!"

Shen An said solemnly: "Although I was a little dozed off just now, but..."

"doze off?"

Black Soul's voice rose a little higher.

The four red-clothed attendants behind him raised their eyes at the same time. The cold wind blew outside the tent, directly sending the murderous aura from the sky into this small space.

Shen'an's strong outer shell was shattered.

He sat back on the seat with a thud.

But when he thought that Master Black Soul was still standing, how could he sit down?

After standing up for a moment, he took a step forward and supported the back of the seat with his hands, allowing himself to stand up straight.

"I'm definitely not wrong!"

"The 'Tian Yuan Spirit Exploration Plate' moved, and it was still a huge earthquake. In other words, it is possible that more than one slasher entered the realm of the White Cave."

"At this moment, a large search should be carried out in a thirty-mile radius."

"I was wrong for taking a nap, but I should be punished afterwards."

He forced himself to raise his head.

But the tone became weaker and weaker with the cold murderous intent in the air.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Black Soul made no move, and walked directly in front of Shen An, lifting him up by the neck until the person in his hands turned red in the face, and then said solemnly:

"You guys are just used to Lan Ling."

"A good organization in red has developed such a lazy and tired attitude, how unworthy it is!"

With a "bang" sound, he struck out with his spiritual strength. Shen An's whole body spurted out a mouthful of blood in the air like a flying cannonball, and then hit the barrier of the camp.

"puff."

The human body slips.

Shen An felt as if his throat had been crushed and blood spurted out again.

"Hong, the power of Hongyi is not for beating your own people!"

Cough twice.

Shen'an raised his head again with a look of anger.

Although it is difficult to speak.

But his tone was a bit tougher.

"This is why you, Dark Soul, were deposed."

"If Lord Lan Ling were here, he would definitely not act so indiscriminately!"

He was furious in his heart.

"Take action..."

Dark Soul sneered.

"Rewards will be rewarded, and punishment will be punished."

"You almost made a mistake, but you still want to make up for it and punish you later?"

"If there are such good things in the world, wouldn't those who do harm be forgiven by heaven and earth if they act righteously in time?"

"ridiculous!"

Fingers lightly brushed against Peep.

In the dark space, the black soul's gaze is so cold that it can bite people.

He passed a few people beside him and came straight to the round wheel. He stood still and began to think in his mind.

"The perception of the throne cannot be wrong..."

"Although that girl Lan Ling has done a lot of work, she has nothing to say about the way of the spiritual formation..."

"So, Zhan Dao, is it Taixu..."

Black Soul placed his hands on the round wheel and injected spiritual energy into it.

After a moment of buzzing, a light curtain was projected into the void.

"three people!"

At this moment, everyone's attention was taken away by the three figures in the picture.

But before he could see the faces of those people clearly, the picture flickered and disappeared.

Even the violently trembling round wheel returned to calm.

"Are you aware of it?"

Black Soul was shocked.

Being so far apart, with the help of heaven as a cover, those three guys could still be so keenly aware of the existence of the "Tian Yuan Spirit Detection Plate"!

"I just said there is someone..."

Before the overjoyed Shen An finished speaking, Black Soul glanced at him, and he instantly became mute.

"Shut up, you derelict!"

The rain fell heavily, and the scene was extremely quiet for a moment.

"Lord Black Soul, what are your plans?"

The four red-clothed men behind him couldn't help but make a sound.

Although the red clothes are all in their own way due to the gathering from the White Cave.

But in the face of places like White Cave where accidents often occur, when necessary, everyone must unite together to solve the problem.

"The three great ways of killing..."

Dark Soul simply assumed the worst of the situation.

If there were three great slayers, then I could only resist two of them at most.

If the remaining one is just left to the dozens of thrones here to deal with.

It is estimated that even if it finally succeeds, there will be countless casualties.

Black Soul felt certain, raised his head, faced the four people in front of him and said: "First seal off all the spaces here to prevent illegal immigrants, and then open the protective spiritual array in the eighth palace. The rest, follow me..."

His words suddenly stopped.

"Where to go?"

The four big men in red were all startled.

Why did you say this halfway and then stop saying it?

"As for the scene just now... Lord Black Soul, could it be that you have already determined where they are?" someone asked aloud.

"Yo!"

Outside the curtain, a high-pitched voice suddenly came.

"How long has it been, and I haven't found anyone yet!"

"Not to mention your Lord Black Soul, you idiots should also know where he is at this moment."

"Who!" Hongyi turned around in horror, and his spiritual power smashed the curtain into pieces.

But except for the pouring rain, there was no sign of anyone outside.

"At this."

A high-pitched male voice appeared inside.

The four red-clothed men all looked sideways, and saw an extremely slim man in a red dress, half-crouching in front of the red-coated man who was lying on the ground, and slowly extended his orchid finger.

"Get up, the ground is very cold, please give me a hand."

Shen An was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

The person was clearly in front of him, but he didn't fully realize the person's existence until the sound came out!

Kill the way!

It's definitely Zhan Dao!

This person's understanding of the way of heaven may even have reached the peak of the way of killing, and he is on the same level as Master Black Soul!

With a "bang" sound, the floor under Shen An's butt exploded, and his whole body was about to fly towards Lord Black Soul.

At this time, how can there be any red faction?

If you can keep yourself alive, you are the best manager!

However, before the body flew very far, Shen An felt something tugging at the skirt of his clothes and pulled the body back directly.

"Why are you running?"

"Is it because someone's ugly appearance scares you?"

When Shen An came back to his senses, he found that he had already sat on the lap of the man in the red dress without knowing it.

This man's red dress has a high slit.

As soon as he sat on the seat, his pair of beautiful and slender breasts were unreservedly displayed in front of everyone.

Shen'an could only touch it with her butt, and she could feel the absolute heat of male hormones underneath.

Coupled with the delicate sound in my ears...

He couldn't control himself at all, and goosebumps broke out from his feet to his head.

"Giggle, are you scared?"

The man in the red dress covered his mouth and chuckled: "Don't be afraid, as long as I'm here, no one can hurt you..."

His words suddenly stopped, and his eyes were fixed on Shen An's face, and his whole figure seemed to be sluggish.

"Brother, you are so handsome..."

"Zi——"

At this moment, Shen'an felt that not only was his body covered with goosebumps, but his soul felt like it had been touched by ice water, and he almost ascended to heaven for a moment.

"You idiot, get out of here!"

Shen An struggled to struggle, but found that the power on his body was completely useless.

It's like the body and soul are separated.

He could only watch his body, limp and sinking little by little as the other person held him tighter and tighter.

"Damn it!"

"What the hell happened?!"

"Dark Soul!"

"Lord Black Soul, help me——"

Sanan roared.

But it was finally discovered.

Whether it's breathing fragrance from one's own mouth, or calling for help.

The sound he made could only be heard by himself!

"Dark Soul..."

He was desperate.

God's way!

This is the isolating power of heaven!

Under such absolute control, his own throne cultivation level cannot even resist him in the slightest.

This is the true master of cutting the path.

A peerless existence whose throne relies on numbers and can never be resisted.

"Lord Black Soul, please help him..."

The four red-clothed men were completely shocked when they saw Cang'an in the arms of the red-skirted man.

From the approach of the red-skirted man, Cang'an flew up, and flew into the arms of that guy, everything was so smooth and natural.

They even suspected that Cang'an was a spy.

This red-skirted man was the one he called.

Black Soul did not respond.

The four realized that something was wrong.

"Lord Black Soul?"

He called again, but Black Soul still did not respond.

This time, everyone panicked.

"Alarm!"

"Enemy attack--"

The reminder and call for help instantly resounded through the void.

But in the past, as long as you shouted, there would be a response from the red-clothed tent base.

At this moment, there was no sound!

"It's over..."

The four people felt cold at the same time.

The person who came this time was not an ordinary Zhan Dao.

But among the Zhan Dao, there was an existence who used the Heavenly Dao to the highest level.

Such a person, let alone the throne.

If an ordinary red-clothed Zhan Dao came, it would probably be his death!

At this moment, they could only pin their hopes on the Lord Black Soul in front of them.

"Lord Black Soul!"

"Black..."

"Stop making so much noise!"

The man in the red skirt was helping Can'an wipe the saliva that had not been wiped off his face, and he rolled his eyes at the noise of these noisy guys.

"Your Lord Black Soul can't even take care of himself, how can he save you?"

He waved his hand, and the void isolation was unlocked.

The four red-clothed people were shocked at the same time.

Above the head of Black Soul, there was a dark dragon head that was hundreds of feet in size, and at this moment, it was at the top of the demigod tent.

The dragon's mouth was wide open.

Under it was Lord Black Soul who was drowned in endless saliva.

"This..."

Judging from this situation, wouldn't it be that once the dragon head closed, Black Soul would be separated from his head and body?

The faces of the four red-clothed people turned pale instantly.

What kind of existence is this?

Even Lord Black Soul was taken down without knowing it?

Is this still the way of killing?

Could it be that the person who came has reached that highest realm?

Taixu?

"Brother Black Soul~"

The man in the red skirt finally turned his eyes to the armored man in front of him and called softly: "Long time no see."

"Storyteller..."

Black Soul's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He expected the strength of the person who came.

But he never thought that this person would be one of the holy slaves who caused the world turmoil in the Central Region at that time!

There are nine holy slaves, and each of them has a high level of cultivation.

And the storyteller in front of him is ranked seventh.

How can he contend with such an existence?

Even though he knew that the person in front of him had not yet reached Taixu.

But the gap between the way of beheading and the way of beheading is not a little bit?

At least, he dare not touch the nine death thunder tribulations before reaching Taixu.

This storyteller, just looking at this understanding of the way of heaven, is probably not far from the final tribulation!

And he can appear here.

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That means that the red-clothed people in the entire tent will never have the chance to come to support.

But...

Heihun was confused.

The three figures seen in the round wheel just now must be one of them.

But why can a person who is dozens of miles away be directly and accurately teleported to the red-clothed tent, but even the formation did not trigger the alarm?

Is this really the same person!

Or is there really a spy in the red-clothed person?

"Brother Heihun, don't guess."

The storyteller held Cang'an and moved his sitting position. Then he pointed to the round wheel and said, "Turn on the projection for me first. I want to see where my brother is."

Heihun was shaking with anger.

He felt humiliated.

A moment ago, he felt that he could fight two people alone.

Now he felt that he was simply crazy.

How could he fight two people alone?

This is something that is impossible to do, even if you go up and pull a hair down to be buried with the dead!

"Open it!"

The storyteller touched the red skirt, letting his body be illuminated, shining brightly and pleasing to the eye.

The black soul tried to struggle, but as soon as the thought came to his mind, the man in the red skirt in front of him spoke again.

"Don't even think about finding someone!"

"Your white-clothed help hasn't arrived yet. At this moment, you are like a clay Buddha crossing the river, unable to protect yourself."

"If you don't cooperate with them, they will strip them all naked, including you, and then tie them up here, waiting for the red-clothed to come out to rescue."

He paused and said, "Don't worry, my brother said that you can't kill people, so as long as you cooperate, they won't die."

"But if you don't cooperate..."

"Hehe!"

The storyteller covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyes wandered around the red-clothed people, revealing an excited glow.

The black soul remained silent.

He carried the dragon head on his head, slowly stepped forward a few steps, and reached out to touch the round wheel.

The storyteller took out the ancient book from his chest at the right time, put it on Chan'an's face, and looked at him with a smile.

The black soul hesitated for a moment.

"Swish!"

The light curtain appeared.

The sound of the pattering rain returned to the tent.

"Wow!"

The other few red-clothed people present felt that they were released from another space, breathing heavily, with a look of shock on their faces.

"Know what's good for you."

The storyteller praised and looked down to see Chan'an.

Shen An felt that it was better not to be released.

As soon as his soul returned to his vagina, he felt the heat coming from the pair of breasts under him, almost scalding him.

"I……"

"Brother, you don't need to speak." The storyteller stroked his face.

"hiss!"

Before Shen An could move, the four red-clothed men in the distance all shuddered and took in a breath of cold air.

this……

so far so good.

Fortunately, it was not the four of us who were favored!

This is really ridiculous... Is it something to be thankful for or not?

"Ta-ta-ta-ta."

After the picture appeared clearly, a slight sound came out.

Everyone turned around and fixed their gaze on the round wheel.

The next second, a look of shock appeared on everyone's face.

I saw the same three people walking on the deserted ground!

Except for the masked man at the head.

Following closely behind him was an old man with a small ax on his waist, and...

Man in red dress!

Everyone tilted their heads and couldn't believe it.

This man in the red dress was clearly sitting in front of him. Why was there another one in the picture?

Facing such attention, the storyteller seemed shy, covering his pretty face with his orchid fingers.

"Seeing people this way..."

"Is he good-looking?"

"hiss!"

Several people turned their heads away at the same time, not daring to take another look, for fear that the next second would lead to someone committing a crime.

Black Soul stared at the screen and was speechless for a long time.

The first seat of the Saint Slave!

The fourth in command of the Holy Slave, Cenchofu!

The seventh leader of the Holy Slave, the storyteller!

This lineup, placed in any forbidden area in the Central Territory, is enough to cause shocking waves. Why did it appear in a mere white cave?

A sword with four swords is so attractive?

besides……

He secretly glanced at the man in red dress who was already touching Shen An's chest.

"Incarnation outside the body..."

"Isn't this a method that only half-saints can master?"

…

"Brother~"

"Brother, it's here!"

The storyteller pointed at the collapsed Hagongli Zhenmen in front, and excitedly took the masked man's arm.

"How is the situation?" Cenchofu asked without looking back.

"Brother, we should be in the eighth palace ahead. We have been rushing for so long, and we finally arrived!"

"Are you happy?"

The storyteller bent slightly, raised his head, and looked at the masked man with starry eyes.

Cenqiaofu twitched the corners of his mouth and said while holding his breath: "Storyteller, I ask you how the situation is!"

"Come on, come on, this place has collapsed. It doesn't seem to have been struck by lightning. Someone was probably fighting earlier."

"And there..."

The storyteller pointed into the distance, "I saw the location of the teleportation array."

Cenqiaofu: "..."

He tightened his grip on the small ax on his waist slightly.

The masked man moved his hand back to stop him.

"How is the situation over there?"

The hoarse sound, like being cut by a chainsaw, made everyone outside the screen feel numb.

"It's good, we are watching us chatting!" The storyteller smiled sweetly.

Cenqiaofu finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"Storyteller, can you fucking tell people..."

The masked man suddenly raised his hand.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

"What's wrong?"

Cenjov was startled.

"Brother, what's wrong?"

The storyteller said worriedly.

"fine."

The masked man put down his hand: "You guys are a little noisy."

"..."

Cenqiaofu was lonely.

"Hmm~"

"Brother, you are so bad!"

The storyteller squeezed his pink fist and was about to hit the masked man's chest.

The latter dodged and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at the ruins of the Eight Palace Gate.

"Oh, brother, wait for me!"

The storyteller pinched his elbows, raised his orchid fingers, and ran over with a twist of small steps.

Cenqiaofu saw everything and gritted his teeth.

Even the veins on his neck almost exploded from the pressure.

"Don't look, don't look..."

"Don't be angry, don't be angry..."

"call."

"suck!"

"Old woodcutter, you are talking bad about me again!" The storyteller suddenly looked back in the rain and said angrily: "They have been looking at us!"

Cen Qiaofu almost chopped off the red dress's face with an axe.

"Don't make any noise."

The masked man in front spoke out for the second time.

He knelt down and picked up a stone on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

This time, neither of them dared to mess around.

The leader must have discovered something when he spoke and acted like this.

"Sword energy..."

There was a hint of smile in the masked man's cloudy eyes, "He is indeed here."

"who?"

The storyteller keenly hugged the masked man's hand, filled with jealousy, "Male or female?"

The masked man pulled his hand away, moved his steps, and said, "Man, you should like him, he is a very handsome young man."

"oh?"

The storyteller's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Who can actually earn my brother's appreciation for his hard work? People want to see him?"

He paused and said, "But don't worry, brother, I'm just checking, I won't make you jealous."

Masked man: "..."

"It's okay, you can just go, it's part of the plan."

"It's best if you can bring him back completely." The masked man smiled even more in his eyes.

"oh?"

This time, even Cen Qiaofu was surprised.

Sword Qi?

Young man?

He immediately thought of the hedgehog he bumped into when he broke into Tiansang Ling Palace at night.

This was the first time he had seen someone who could make the chief seat so cordially invite him but still refused.

So, that guy is also a sword cultivator?

But among all the sword cultivators in the world, there is only one Lei Shuangxing who can catch the chief seat's eye!

That hedgehog...

"Bring it back?"

The storyteller's loud and clear voice pierced everyone's eardrums.

He was a little bit unbelievable.

Bringing it back means only bringing back the holy slave.

So, the little guy that his brother liked was already so good?

"What's his name?"

Even though they hadn't met, the storyteller felt that his heartbeat had accelerated and was pounding.

"Let's go in first, and then we'll split into two groups."

The masked man said, looking at Cen Qiaofu, "Don't use the teleportation array, just kill him directly!"

Cen Qiaofu nodded.

The storyteller was not happy, and he held down Cen Qiaofu's hand that was pulling out the axe.

"Brother!"

"Tell me first, what's his name?"

Cen Qiaofu's face darkened, and he felt as if he was tainted, and jumped back as if he had been electrocuted: "Storyteller, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

"Well, I will touch, I will touch!" The man in the red skirt was angry and wanted to grab the old woodcutter's hand.

"Get out of here--"

"I touched it, oh, it's so rough!"

"I! I'll chop you off!"

"Come on, chase me~"

"..."

The masked man had a headache.

This is the consequence of the storyteller suddenly coming.

It is always a headache when two people who don't get along act together.

"What's his name?"

The storyteller ran and ran, and ran behind the masked man again, grabbed his shoulders, and breathed sweetly in his ear.

"Go ahead!"

The storyteller urged with anticipation in his eyes: "What's his name?"

The masked man finally couldn't help but make a move, as if offering a shield, and blurted out: "Wen Ming, his name is Wen Ming, he's very good, you can go meet him!"