Chapter 582: Holy Slave, Declare War!

The storyteller had a confused look on his face, it was obviously just his Wen Ming.

Cenjov sighed and showed an expression that was indeed true.

The masked man felt his heart surge when he heard it. He was suddenly startled, and then he reacted with a straight face: "Now that we are talking about this, you are still playing tricks on me, right?"

"What?"

Xu Xiaoshou's passion was extinguished on the spot.

"Xu Xiaoshou?" the masked man asked back, "Want to fool me? Does this count? You swear to me with Wen Ming!"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

"My real name is Xu..."

"Wen Ming!"

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless and said sadly: "Holy slave, I heard that I chose to join..."

"Yeah, yeah."

The masked man nodded with satisfaction, pressed the shoulder of the young man in front of him, and said: "Your token belongs to me. Keep it for now. I will engrave one for you later when I have time."

"Theoretically, I still have some connections on the mainland."

"Although I don't know what enemies you will encounter in the future, if there is something that cannot be solved, you can also try to take out the token. Maybe the flood has washed away the Dragon King Temple, and the other party may choose to let you go."

"Is that so?" Xu Xiaoshou's eyes lit up and he asked, "What about meeting red and white clothes?"

"I advise you not to do it."

Cenqiaofu silently finished the attack from behind: "You should find an opportunity to destroy it. If you take it out, your death will only be worse."

The masked man Yile said: "Yes, it depends on the situation when taking out the token."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

this.

So what's the use of this token?

Seeing the sudden disgusted expression of the young man in front of him, the masked man added: "But if it's really a fatal situation, you can give it a try."

"One will die more miserably, and the other may be able to escape. There is a little more hope, isn't it?"

"Yes." Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and silently put the token away.

"Then, you are welcome to join."

The masked man let go of his hand, feeling as if he had accomplished something important. He turned to look at the storyteller and said, "Let me introduce you."

Xu Xiaoshou also turned his head and looked.

He knew that the other party was probably going to introduce him to the internal situation of Saint Slave.

The storyteller pouted, but did not refuse.

"There are a total of ten saint slaves, each representing the ten most powerful people. They are scattered across the continent, each performing different tasks."

"He is ranked seventh, that is, the seventh in command of the Holy Slave."

The storyteller pointed to the masked man and said: "This is the leader of the Holy Slaves. As you know, he ranks first. He created the Holy Slaves organization with his own hands."

The masked man's eyes were slightly closed, and he straightened his chest slightly.

The storyteller pointed at Cenjou again, and the latter stood up straight and became more erect.

"This old man...the fourth in command of the Holy Slave is just a bit older, nothing special."

Cenqiaofu's face immediately darkened, "storyteller, what do you mean?"

"That's what I mean, you just came in earlier than me, it's no big deal."

The storyteller curled his lips: "If I can survive you for so many years, my strength must be more than what I am now."

"you!"

Cenjov drew out his hatchet.

"Hey, there are newcomers here." The masked man glared at him, and then Cenchofu put down his hand with a look of disdain.

Xu Xiaoshou was so excited to hear this.

"fourth?"

"The fourth one is too empty. Then the one in front..."

He suddenly thought of Mr. Sang, "By the way, the second in command of the Holy Slave?"

"That is your master."

The storyteller took over and said: "He is ranked second. He is also senior and has known his brother for a long time."

"Where's the strength?"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that something was wrong with the strength of this organization.

The fourth is Taixu.

Then the top three, shouldn't they be stronger?

But when Mr. Sang saw him for the first time, he felt that he was only as powerful as the throne!

Even Zhan Dao said it a bit vainly.

"Strength..."

The storyteller frowned: "It's hard to say this. We haven't seen each of these guys for a long time, and their strength is basically fluctuating."

"Some have gone up, and some have fallen due to injuries. It's very unstable."

"But you only need to know that your master was more than ten years ago... more than ten years ago, right?"

The storyteller looked back at the masked man and saw that he was confused, so he thought to himself: "Anyway, it was either more than ten years ago, or decades ago."

"He is already able to fight Gou Wuyue!"

this……

Although Xu Xiaoshou already had some confidence in his heart, he was still shocked when Old Man Sang's true strength was recognized by a strong man in the world.

Gou Wuyue is one of the Seven Sword Immortals.

Sword Immortal is the peak combat power in Taixu.

Old man Sang had already reached this level more than ten years ago?

Then he is in Tiansang Ling Palace...

"he got hurt."

The storyteller knew what Wen Ming was thinking, and said: "Even if you can hurt Gou Wuyue in a fight, the power of the sword immortal is not so easy to bear."

"After that battle, he directly lost the Saint Slave's largest stronghold in the Central Region, and even his strength almost fell below the throne."

"Fortunately, I returned to the Eastern Region, a place of prosperity, and seemed to have found a drug that could restore my realm. It has gradually improved over the years."

"I see..." Xu Xiaoshou nodded and asked, "What about the others?"

He glanced at Cenqiaofu secretly: "If the fourth one is too weak, who is the third one, and the strength of the others..."

"I won't go into details about this."

The masked man interrupted: "Anyway, you just need to know that the top ten saint slaves are not made of Xumu. They are real entities."

"Every time a top position is placed in a certain place, a great turmoil will occur in that position, in order to achieve the ultimate goal."

"As for whether we are afraid of other people..."

The masked man paused for a moment, seemed to be thinking, and said for a long time: "Let's put it this way, including the Storyteller who is about to break through, almost all of the top ten Saint Slaves are about to get angry."

"Angry?" Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

"Um."

The masked man nodded: "The power of Taixu."

"hiss."

This time Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

Ten, ten Taixu?

"This is just the power on the surface."

The masked man smiled and said: "Secretly, there are many people who have not been contacted, but they are all consistent with our ultimate goal."

"They are waiting, and so are we."

"When a suitable opportunity comes, I guess I can completely break the prison of this world."

Xu Xiaoshou was secretly speechless, but he couldn't help but have questions: "What is the ultimate goal?"

"That's your goal."

The masked man said angrily: "If you don't become a saint, you will always be a slave!"

slave?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the shackles in his mind were suddenly opened, and he seemed to understand something.

He could always feel the existence of this layer of confinement in the past, but he couldn't put it into words and couldn't explain what it felt like.

but now……

"Holy slave, holy slave, unless you become a saint, you will always be a slave?"

"So that's what it means?"

yes!

Isn't the fact that I am wandering around and hitting a wall everywhere a true reflection of my lack of strength and the fact that I can only be a slave?

Those strong men who were killed in the chess game, no matter how majestic they looked, were just chess pieces, a "slave" in someone else's hands, weren't they?

"If you don't become a saint, you will always be a slave..."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured and asked: "Sheng, what is it again?"

He thought of the embarrassed saint.

If you become a saint, can you really escape from slavery?

The masked man paced with his hands behind his back, looking slightly upward, looking at the patter of rain on the horizon: "Saint means a saint."

"Broken down, they are the realms above Taixu, that is, the Half Saint, and the Tenth Realm Saint Emperor."

"Only when you reach this point can you be considered to have half a foot on the top of the world..."

The masked man said "Hmm" and added: "Really, on top of the world!"

Half a foot... Xu Xiaoshou heard the voice of his words, and the image of the embarrassed saint flashed through his mind again, and couldn't help but ask: "Then if you become a saint, you can really be free?"

At this sound, Cenqiaofu, the storyteller, and even the masked man all looked at him in surprise.

"how?"

Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back in fear, "What's wrong?"

"Can you ask this question..."

The masked man was thoughtful and said, "Have you seen someone?"

"who?"

"Where's your Yan Python? Let me take a look." The masked man stretched out his hand.

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated immediately and refused to take it out.

"join member fee?"

This is too expensive!

A black line suddenly appeared on the masked man's forehead: "No! Just take a look."

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou reluctantly took out the famous sword Yan Mang.

"It's true..."

The masked man took the famous sword.

The famous sword trembled wildly for an instant, but after a palm stroke, it completely quieted down and let out a joyful cry.

Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, but didn't say anything.

When a famous sword recognizes its master, it is inherently repulsive to other people.

But if the person in front of me is really...

"Why does it listen to you?" Xu Xiaoshou couldn't hold back his curiosity after all.

He remembered that when he touched Su Qianqian's tomb named Chengxue, the sword slipped and flew directly back to its owner without giving him a chance.

The masked man laughed and said, "The famous sword is also psychic. If you want to make friends with it, it will naturally not object."

"Is it really that simple?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little confused.

"Of course not."

The masked man smiled and handed the sword back, "But if I really want to make friends with it, will it dare to refuse?"

"..."

This time Xu Xiaoshou was choked to death.

He took the sword and felt a sense of relief-like joy from Yan Mang.

This sword was in the masked man's hand just now. Was he nervous?

"There is such a breath."

The masked man tightened his fingers, turned back to look at Cenjov and said, "That's him."

Cenjov nodded.

Even though he still didn't believe it, he completely understood it at this moment.

The young man in front of me may have more potential than he sees.

It’s just that the first seat is attractive.

Did the Holy Emperor of Void Island really fall in love with this person?

horrible!

"What do you mean? Is there any secret that others don't know?" The storyteller was furious as he watched the two of them flirting in front of him.

The masked man did not explain, but looked at Xu Xiaoshou and answered the question he just asked.

"Becoming a saint does not necessarily mean you can break free from the prison."

"After all, there are probably more than one pair of eyes in the sky staring at you all the time."

Xu Xiaoshou looked up again and saw the rain curtain.

He already knew that the masked man was not lying.

After all, the message "Attention" that refreshes every once in a while on the information bar basically has no other explanation except that it comes from the rain curtain in the white cave.

“A single palm cannot sing, but neither can mountains.”

The masked man stared at the Nine-Tian Rain Curtain and said seriously: "The cages that Du Sheng cannot break open will become too large for them to contain."

Xu Xiaoshou felt a little ridiculous.

It’s already difficult in the semi-holy city.

In this world, how can there be so many saints for you to find and organize?

A fantasy!

But then he thought again and recalled what the masked man had said.

How many talented people are there in the world?

Is it true that everyone can only stop at Zhandao and Taixu?

What's more.

Why is the Dao Hall Master of the Holy Temple Temple able to tower over the world with his mere qualifications as a semi-saint?

Isn't the Holy Emperor the pinnacle of combat power in this world?

Xu Xiaoshou, who had already understood the situation of some of the top experts in the Holy God Continent, had doubts about this statement for the first time.

Or the sky is more than a semi-saint realm.

Or, the caramel candy metaphor at that time was not a metaphor!

"I have one more question, the last one." Looking at the masked man's expression that said nothing, Xu Xiaoshou spoke up again.

"explain."

The masked man looked away from the nine-day rain curtain. He really didn't want to say any more.

But as for the last one...

That’s it, let’s answer it again!

Xu Xiaoshou crossed the Yan Python in his hand and flashed in his mind the figure of Su Qianqian who seemed to have grown up overnight after the sword was taken away. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

"What's the problem?" The masked man turned around.

"sword."

Xu Xiaoshou paused and asked firmly: "As for the famous sword, why did you want to... take it away?"

"Famous sword?"

The masked man looked at the Yan Python in his hand, wondering why.

"The name of the tomb is Chengxue!" Xu Xiaoshou looked at death with a look on his face.

"Oh, you said it..."

The masked man was happy and said: "Like you, if you can't bear the sword wielder, you will have to dedicate the famous sword to him after all. It just so happens that I need this strength."

"As I said before, instead of falling into the hands of others, it's better to leave it in my hands for the time being. Do you understand?"

temporary……

Is that really the case?

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Su Qianqian's pain, and looked at the masked man who didn't seem to be embarrassed to speak, and asked again: "But why do you want to kill everyone in the Su family?"

At this moment, Storyteller and Cenjou raised their eyebrows at the same time.

After Xu Xiaoshou finished asking, he felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, so he stepped back and held Yan Mang in front of his chest.

"Ah."

The masked man laughed out loud and didn't care at all.

"kill?"

"No, not to mention that I didn't kill everyone, just a few guys who dared to use a sword against me."

"Just to that extent, we can't even talk about 'killing', such a serious word."

"Yeah." Xu Xiaoshou's tone was lowered, but his expression was questioning.

He didn't say much and waited quietly for the masked man's next words.

"I actually don't like killing people." The masked man spread his hands.

He didn't really want to explain.

But I guess if Wen Ming knew the little sword-wielding man in Tiansang Ling Palace, he would be a knot in his heart, so he had to say it.

"Do you know what the greatest honor is for a true swordsman?"

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head.

The masked man continued: "The greatest honor is to die by my sword."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

"not lying to you."

The masked man looked at him and said seriously: "They choose to defend, and I choose to fulfill them. If you want to interpret it as killing, that's fine. After all, that's the fact."

"Of course, if I tell you this now, it's impossible for you to understand."

"When you can fully understand it, that's when you truly master the secret of swordsmanship. At that time, I welcome you to 'perfect' me..."

"If you dare to draw a sword against me."

There was a relieved smile in the masked man's eyes, with a bit of respect and appreciation for his opponent at that time.

"I can only explain so much about this issue."

"If you really want to fully understand the situation, maybe you can go to Su's house in person and you might understand."

Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

He really couldn't understand it.

He obviously wanted to seize the sword and killed all the senior members of the sword holder's family, but he could say it so grandly.

However, on second thought, during several battles with the Holy Slave.

The sentence that the other party shouts the most seems to be "don't hurt others"...

Looking at the stern and upright look of the masked man, he didn't seem to be lying.

"Are you sure you're not making this up?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.

"Sure." The masked man replied.

"You said yes."

"Huh?" The masked man raised his eyebrows.

The storyteller also twitched his lips.

The tone of this command made him almost unable to hold back and take action.

The masked man didn't say "yes."

"Whenever you really have the strength to verify whether what I say is true or not, I may answer you in this tone."

"but now……"

The masked man smiled with his thick eyes, but his voice was very serious: "No one in this world dares to order me like this."

Xu Xiaoshou felt chills in his heart.

He really just got used to it unconsciously, and wanted to ask the masked man what he said and let the information bar verify it.

But it was fruitless.

That's all.

See!

To die seriously, to kill and respect, the glory of sword cultivation...

Xu Xiaoshou felt very funny.

But these words came out of the masked man's mouth, and there was an illusion that it was originally like this.

He couldn't judge whether this person was confident or just talking nonsense.

But obviously, at this point, he was already in the whirlpool of the Holy Slave.

Just Su Qianqian, just such a small obsession, can't shake the overall situation at all.

"Su family..."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured softly to himself, without too much investigation.

He entered the Holy Slave.

But he still had to see his own way, no matter how fancy the other party said.

Indeed, to put it bluntly, this is just a "choice".

And under this choice, if he can give himself more time.

Xu Xiaoshou believed that in the near future, even if the Holy Slave wanted to cage himself, it would not be able to do so.

"All I need is time."

"Time will prove everything, whether you are the masked man, the head of the Holy Slave, or... the eighth sword fairy?"

Relieved.

Xu Xiaoshou looked up at the sky.

"What's the next step?"

The masked man turned around and took a step forward, and the storyteller and Cen Qiaofu followed immediately.

"Use your feet."

With a click.

The masked man's raised foot gently stepped on the ground, and the four swords behind him trembled suddenly and flew over again.

"Go back."

He tilted his head slightly.

The momentum of the fierce sword froze on the spot and stopped in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

"This..."

Xu Xiaoshou opened his hand, thinking about it, but not daring to do it.

"Hold it. When you can get the sword to recognize you as your master, you will be qualified to ask me questions."

"Oh."

Xu Xiaoshou grabbed it.

The evil sword did not resist and became quiet again, as if...

The anger had been vented.

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to follow the three people, but the information bar jumped again.

"Being watched, passive value, +1."

"Is it not important, him?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked up at the sky: "If this is a pair of eyes, can he hear what we said just now?"

"If he can see, he can also hear." The masked man did not even turn his head.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly woke up and was a little scared.

"Then why did you say so much?"

He turned his head and looked at the storyteller: "So we are actually in the ancient book space, and 'his' sight has been blocked by you?"

"No." The storyteller shook his head, "We have always been in the white cave world."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

This perverted man really made him confused about reality and illusion.

"But, it's okay if it's heard?"

Xu Xiaoshou was very panicked. What the masked man said just now was a huge secret!

About ten Taixu...

If the news spreads to the Holy Land, the whole world will probably be in turmoil, right?

If the white-clothed and red-clothed people come out together, the Holy Temple will also be determined to encircle and suppress the Holy Slave.

If I choose to join at this time, wouldn't it be a way to death?

"It's okay."

The masked man waved his hand nonchalantly, and walked slowly and firmly towards the front.

"Now that the matter of the White Cave is done, we have to go out."

"Why stay here, waiting to die of old age?"

"And outside, you should know that there are a lot of people waiting for us."

"Those words just now were not just for you."

"Huh?" Xu Xiaoshou paused with his raised foot.

The masked man's relaxed voice floated from the front.

"It's also for Gou Wuyue to hear."

Snap.

Xu Xiaoshou's foot fell heavily on the ground, but it was difficult to lift it up again.

He looked up at the sky in astonishment, the rain curtain remained unmoved, his face was complicated, and he didn't know what expression to squeeze out.

Deliberate?

Declare war?

Looking at the white cave world on the verge of collapse, except for the night watchman who was still struggling to hold on, the building was deserted.

If the masked man's words were really said to Gou Wuyue.

Then...

"The Holy Land is really going to be restless!"