Chapter 597 Are You Sealing the Sword? !

"So you can stand up?"

"Then why don't you just stand up and talk earlier? I thought your injury hadn't healed yet!"

Dao Qiongcang smiled.

After meeting the person in front of him without saying a word for a long time, he finally stopped smiling and faced the other person's problem squarely.

"I dare not even think about it."

"But the person who died has been resurrected."

As he spoke, he moved his eyes downward and glanced at the famous sword hunting ghost on his neck. Without blinking, he said, "Move away."

"What do you want to say?" Hua Changdeng narrowed his eyes with sharp eyes, as if the killing intent was about to overflow.

Dao Qiongcang was helpless and sighed.

"The Eight Masters are resurrected."

A faint sound echoed around the screen and candles. In this place where even the slightest sound of wind could not be heard, the scene became deathly and terrifying.

Hua Changdeng remained silent.

He took the hunting ghost back, disappeared with a whoosh, and fell back to sleep under the broken willow again.

"If you are bored and plan to entertain me with this kind of joke..."

"Not for fun."

Dao Qiongcang interrupted his words, waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of him.

Above the light curtain is the scene of the confrontation between the masked man and Gou Wuyue in the Eight Palaces.

And under this big picture, there are images from four small crystal balls during the battle in the Eight Palaces in the Eastern Region, with four anxious-looking cute people on them.

They all seemed to be waiting for a response from headquarters.

Although they didn't speak, it was obvious that they were full of questions.

"Anyway, I can't tell. You have fought with him. Do you know who this person is?" Dao Qiongcang pointed at the masked man and asked.

"You haven't fought him?" Hua Changdeng asked.

"We fought, but Tianji can no longer deduce the existence of this person. The power of the Holy Emperor blocked his aura. He also has helpers!"

"Chi~"

Hua Changdeng sneered, "Is this what you call the Supreme Avenue? If you can't even tell whether a person is true or false, how can you talk about being in charge?"

Dao Qiongcang was choked.

He did not refute, but asked again: "So, is it him? Ba Zunzun?"

"Tu tu tu tu~"

Huachangdeng snored loudly.

Dao Qiongcang: "..."

He was angry.

"Old Ghost Hua! Why don't you say something?"

"Is this the time for child's play?"

"If not, there is a Holy Emperor supporting the Holy Slave."

"And if so, behind the Holy Slave, not only is the Holy Emperor supporting him, but the person in power on the surface is also the former Eighth Sword Immortal!"

"Can you imagine the consequences?"

"If he raises his arms and shouts..."

"You are so noisy!" Hua Changdeng turned over slightly irritably, sniffed, and said lazily: "Isn't Gou Wuyue there?"

"Yes! So?"

"So you think a guy who can't even break through the realm of the Sword Immortal can escape from the hands of the Seven Sword Immortals in the past?"

"..."

Dao Qiongcang was angry again and said angrily:

"Have you spent decades in solitary confinement that you have become stupid?"

"If he is the Eight Masters, how could Gou Wuyue do anything to him?"

"The Voice of Nulan is in hand, and Gou Wuyue has not repaid the favor he owes Bazunzhui, so how can he take action!"

Hua Changdeng was completely annoyed.

"It's so stupid!"

He turned over and stood up, scolding: "Is it the ruler of the Holy Temple who is more important, or is it the human kindness of the eight deities who are more important? Even you can't tell?"

"Now that the two of them have met, it's just right..."

"Didn't you say that Gou Wuyue doesn't like the Holy Temple?"

"Isn't now an opportunity?"

"Let him do it!"

"If you dare to release people, you must be prepared to pay the corresponding price after releasing them; and if he Gou Wuyue dares not to release people, as long as he kills the eight masters, what else in the world do you think is worthy of his rebellion? Leave?"

Dao Qiongcang was startled by the drink, and after a long time he sighed: "So, the Eight Masters are really familiar..."

"He's not dead in the first place!"

Hua Changdeng returned and lay down with his eyes closed: "That day, I only cut off two of his fingers and cut off his head. How can I kill him without becoming a saint?"

He spoke, his voice lowered, and his eyes looked far away to the other side of the Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Even so, this approach also caused disaster.

There is also an unnamed tombstone on Luoshen Peak.

"But weren't you deposed the Eight Masters?"

Dao Qiongcang asked: "Where is the ban on martial arts? Didn't you also issue it?"

Hua Changdeng sighed.

"It's coming down..."

"Don't you see that he is just an acquired talent now?"

"But the world is big and the ban on martial arts cannot be banned by anyone."

"At the very least, some people can only peel off their swords, seal their murderous intentions, and stop their desire to kill...and once these are broken free, they will rebound."

The scene became quiet again.

Dao Qiongcang's eyes wandered, a little undecided.

He was silent for a long time before speaking: "Are you really not afraid that Gou Wuyue will let him go?"

"I can't get out now anyway." Hua Changdeng fell asleep on the floor.

"I can help you."

"How to help?"

Hua Changdeng sneered, "Isn't it possible that you brought Neng Youtu here? Or did you kill him?"

"No."

A mysterious smile appeared on Dao Qiongcang's face, and he said: "I can help you shield the secret of heaven, temporarily solve this dilemma, and then send you there. You will have a quarter of an hour of free time."

"That's only a quarter of an hour in total..."

Hua Changdeng knew that he was in a predicament and said, "My mission is no longer to wander around the continent."

"Guizhe Holy Mountain is good. As a natural prison, I can be locked up here by that old guy Yutu."

"And since Gou Wuyue is here in the East Territory, you don't have to worry about it blindly. He knows the importance."

"and……"

After a pause, Hua Changdeng added: "The power of the Semi-Saint has many implications. Do you really think Wen Ting would choose to stand by and watch if I moved?"

Dao Qiongcang was startled by this.

He turned to look at the distant east, his eyes seemed to have penetrated time and space, and he saw the east mountain with the decaying sword intent.

"yes……"

he murmured.

In the sword burial mound, there is still someone who can invite Sword Dongshan.

Even if there is no big fluctuation in the secret, that guy is estimated to be only one step away from becoming a semi-saint.

It can't be said that it is a stimulus, but it will help him move forward and enter that state.

And with Wen Ting's familiar friendship with Bazun, would he sit back and watch Hua Changdeng hurt his former friend again?

"pity."

Dao Qiongcang showed a disappointed expression, "It's no good."

He turned his head and glanced at Hua Changdeng one last time.

"You really don't want to go out for a walk?"

"Buzz——"

Before Hua Changdeng could speak, the famous sword-hunting ghost trembled spiritually, seeming to have already given the answer.

"Quiet."

Hua Changdeng glanced away coldly, and the hunting ghost immediately returned to silence.

"think."

Hua Changdeng said one word carefully, then hummed, his voice a little softer, "But not now."

"oh."

Dao Qiongcang waved his sleeves and was about to close the light curtain and leave.

"etc."

Hua Changdeng suddenly stopped.

"how?"

Dao Qiongcang looked around and saw the man sleeping on the ground, his eyes widening at some point, staring at an inconspicuous figure on the light screen.

"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked.

Dao Qiongcang took a closer look and realized why the Huachang Lantern Club paid special attention to this young man with a Chinese character and a beard.

"There are four swords?"

"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked again.

"Forehead……"

Dao Qiongcang didn't know how to speak for a while. He thought about it twice before speaking: "Wen Ming? Xu Xiaoshou? Xiao Shi Tanji?"

"I don't know, this person has many names, but..."

"The successor of the Eighth Sword Immortal?" Gou Wuyue stopped talking as she looked at the four swords.

"Xiao Shi Tanji...?"

Hua Changdeng took a deep look, as if to carve that figure into his memory, and then withdrew his gaze.

Long hair, beard, square face...

very good.

I, Hua Changdeng, remember you!

…

In the Eighth Palace.

"Ta-ta-ta!"

The rain seems to be getting heavier here.

This kind of "heavy" is not a metaphorical heaviness, but a real "heavy".

From the dark clouds being broken by the masked man, to the dark clouds gathering.

Back and forth, it only takes half a stick of incense.

And when the rain started to fall again, the raindrops that should have been cut into powder in the field of "light rhythm" were falling, and suddenly they were not afraid of the light.

This rain seems to have lost its surface tension.

Even if they were really cut apart by a certain ray of light during the fall, they would be glued back together the next moment they left the light.

From heaven to earth.

Rain's life ends.

But when it hit the ground, it made a deep hole.

"Dong dong dong..."

The rain was inexplicably worse.

It has become like a dull drum sound, and the ground has begun to become bumpy.

Every drop of raindrops seemed to stir the hearts of dozens of people in the audience in this lifeless scene.

"Ah sneeze!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but want to sneeze, so he immediately transformed into a disappearing state to solve the problem. Then he adjusted his comfortable posture, returned to hiding behind the masked man, and then appeared.

so close……

In this completely stiff atmosphere, he felt as if he had caught a cold, and he couldn't even control his urge to sneeze.

But on a normal day, such a sudden sound would definitely bring back hundreds or even thousands of passive points.

At this moment, the information column can only contribute this much...

"Attention, passive value, +2."

"Are there only two people who noticed me..."

Xu Xiaoshou secretly thought that it was lucky that these men in white, red and gray were really shocked by what he just said.

"My name is known to all the Eight Masters!"

Even though he had made similar speculations before, when he actually heard this sentence with his own ears, Xu Xiaoshou's blood still began to boil.

It was only then that he could fully understand why Cen Qiaofu, Storyteller, and even Sang Lao and other peerless experts were willing to follow this man's footsteps.

It was not until this moment that he truly understood what the masked man meant when he said "Your road has long been broken" that day by the Ehu Lake in Tiansang Ling Palace.

"The Eight Masters..."

Xu Xiaoshou grunted.

He never thought that a person could be so domineering just by his name.

He secretly glanced at the others beside him.

But he saw that the storyteller had stars in his eyes, but even Cenchofu looked excited and had no image at all.

"You don't know that he is the Eight Masters?" Xu Xiaoshou asked in a low voice.

In a rare moment, Cenjov replied.

"Guessed, but not confirmed."

After a pause, he added: "Confirm it with your own words!"

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "Then if he says he is the Eight Lords, you will believe him?"

"?"

The stars in the storyteller's eyes disappeared instantly, and turned into sharp swords, slashing at Xu Xiaoshou viciously.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill on his back.

"Of course I have to believe this, I believe it too, absolutely!"

"bling~"

The stars appeared again.

Xu Xiaoshou was relieved.

Damn, is this the deterrent power from fans?

It's really scary!

...

"Back off!"

Gou Wuyue, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again.

This first sentence was not said to the so-called "Eight Lords", but to his subordinates.

Swish!

Everyone in the audience, like a spring that had been ready to go, suddenly jumped out without even a shadow.

"Cen Qiaofu."

The masked man also said it again.

The old woodcutter's motionless body finally finished gathering strength. Without any movement, the small axe in his hand suddenly flew up, not afraid of the light realm with super strong cutting power.

"Bang!"

It expanded in the air, bursting out air waves, and turned into a mottled giant axe about ten feet long.

"Panxian Axe, heaven and earth return to origin!"

An axe chopped down from the sky.

There was no movement in space and the earth.

But the "light rhythm" realm suddenly turned into Hongmeng purple meaning and was sucked into the axe body by Panxian Axe.

"Broken?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at this inexplicable situation and didn't dare to try easily.

It seemed that the realm of Changyi was broken.

But it was not entirely true that the light disappeared from heaven and earth. It was just a little weaker.

Unable to help but move his fingers, Xu Xiaoshou still tried.

But the moving fingers did not shatter into blood mist as before, and Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really broken."

The realm is really lost, Xu Xiaoshou feels regretful.

"What a pity, 9999 passive points for each move, I should have moved more just now..."

It feels really good to be able to sneeze without using the disappearance spell.

But even if he can move, Xu Xiaoshou doesn't dare to make a big move easily at this moment.

He moved a position and quietly stepped in front of Cen Qiaofu and the storyteller, and then looked at the legendary Eight Zun in front of him, and felt a little more secure.

The triangle has stability.

Now, if others want to kill me, they have to break through the three giants of the Holy Slave.

So this time, I, Xu Xiaoshou, should be able to survive...

No one cares about Xu Xiaoshou's little details, and the protagonist at the moment is not him.

Gou Wuyue cleared the white clothes and his eyes fell on the masked man again.

"Eight Masters?"

He took back the famous sword Nulan, sheathed it, and shook his head without raising his eyes, saying, "I don't believe you."

The masked man curled his lips: "Don't dare to believe it, or don't want to believe it?"

"Don't believe it!"

"Don't believe it? Then why did you sheath the famous sword, and why did you clear the scene?"

"Because..."

Gou Wuyue raised his eyes again, his eyes full of heat: "I want to fight you alone!"

"Hehe."

"Alone?"

The masked man laughed out loud: "Are you afraid that those people will be killed by me? Don't worry, I don't like killing people now. I don't like this."

"And..."

The masked man looked up and down at Gou Wuyue, and there was a hint of teasing in his turbid eyes, "You are almost half a saint, and you still want to bully me, a mere post-natal?"

"Post-natal?"

Gou Wuyue laughed: "Post-natal can crush the Zhan Dao with ease? Chang Yi was brought up by me, and I know his strength, so..."

He changed the subject, "You, are sealing the sword?!"