Chapter 621: God and Demon Eye, Do You Know It?

"The sword-wielder has no gods in his chest and no Buddha in his heart..."

"One sword is supreme, those who disobey will be killed, those who disobey will be killed..."

"Where the Tao is, the heart yearns for it, the body is higher than a sword, higher than the sky..."

Gou Wuyue staggered a few steps, watching the figure of Ba Zun'an slowly leaving, and the scene of the two meeting on the eve of the battle of the Ten Zunzu emerged in his mind.

At that time, Wuyue Sword Immortal was famous all over the world.

The name of the Eighth Sword Immortal was even more famous in the Central Region.

The two of them admired each other. Gou Wuyue asked what a sword was, and Ba Zun'an gave his answer in just a few words.

Indeed, there are no gods or Buddhas in the heart, and holding a sword is naturally a god.

Swordsmen who pursue the peak have never had so-called beliefs, or their beliefs are just swords, just themselves.

Once something hangs over their heads, the path of the sword will be inexplicably blocked.

Gou Wuyue understands this truth.

What Ba Zun'an said at that time was also the same truth.

Now, after not seeing each other for decades, the two sides have parted ways.

One became the head of the Holy Slave, and the other became the master of the Holy Temple.

It seems that everyone has their own ambitions and pursues their own careers.

But if you think carefully, Ba Zun An is still the same Ba Zun An as before. The sky is one foot high, Ba Zun An, the head of the Holy Slave.

Along the way, even if he failed under Hua Changdeng's sword, there was still nothing hanging over his head.

But what about himself?

The golden Buddha light dissipated, leaving only hundreds of floating corpses in the field, and blood flowed like a river.

Gou Wu Yue looked up at the sky, and he saw the sky that had been broken by Ba Zun An's sword.

But behind that sky, there was a towering holy mountain hanging over his head.

The Holy Mountain!

There was nothing on Ba Zun An's head.

There were far more people above him.

"Bow with fear? My heaven is too low..."

Gou Wu Yue murmured, his eyes a little distracted.

He suddenly understood why Ba Zun'an kept shaking his head and always had a noncommittal attitude towards his repeated questions.

On the other party's slightly bent back, there was the entire sky, the suppression of the Great Dao, and the downcast eyes of the saints.

Even so, he still dared to say "I bow with deep fear, my heaven is too low".

This also means that even when Hua Changdeng's three swords cut off two of his fingers and cut off his head, he still didn't take it to heart.

It can even be said that after so many years of suppression by the ban on martial arts, under the coercion and encirclement of all parties.

The holy slaves led by Ba Zun'an also never took it to heart, and even had a kind of disdainful and carefree attitude.

He is not afraid!

But what about himself?

Gou Wuyue lowered his eyes and saw the voice of the famous sword slave Lan on the ground.

"Maybe he is right?"

As he asked in his heart, Gou Wuyue suddenly woke up.

He waved his hand, and the famous sword came into his hand with a clang. Then he shouted loudly to the receding back: "Ba Zun'an, do you know the final consequences of going against those people?!"

A click.

Ba Zun'an stopped without even turning his head.

"Why don't you know?"

The dead branch has been broken.

Under the chopping of the Buddha, how much force can a mere broken branch withstand?

His hand is empty.

Ba Zun'an stroked the scar on his thumb and smiled.

"But what about it?"

"Going against... it has already started since those three swords. Even if they don't come to me, one day, I will go to them."

"By then, if you still haven't woken up, the souls killed by my sword will have one more life for you."

Silence.

Gou Wuyue returned in defeat. His question fell on deaf ears, and what he got was a slightly startled ripple as expected.

That's right. If that person's ambition was still there, if his soul had never been killed by Hua Changdeng's three swords.

Shouldn't this reply be a reasonable response?

Or perhaps, this matter is really just a signal.

After all, although this movement was big, Ba Zun An only used dead branches picked up from the ground at random.

And what he prepared was something that even the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past needed to spend decades to accumulate strength.

After hiding the sword for many years, how brilliant will the day when the real sword light comes out?

Gou Wuyue looked at Ba Zun An who was walking away step by step, and suddenly remembered something and flew up, and laughed for a while.

He sometimes envied such people.

But people are in the game, and they can't help themselves.

Even the Sword Immortal and Taixu can only look at the scenery outside the cage and envy.

"Freedom, who doesn't yearn for it?"

Muttered softly, looking back at the corpses all over the ground, even Gou Wuyue couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

To capture one Sang Qiye, seven hundred white-clothed people will die.

This is because the magic energy of Ai Cangsheng's arrow cannot be resolved by the eight masters.

Otherwise, it is very likely that this battle will be fruitless.

Thinking back to the fleeting holy power at the last moment, Gou Wuyue was helpless.

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

"I don't know how long it will take to break through to the innate and return to the original state..."

He flicked his sleeves and a figure appeared.

As soon as Yu Zhiwen landed, he was frightened by the headless corpses on the ground.

"This!?"

"Don't ask."

"Huh?"

"Just what you see."

"?"

"Let's go, it's time to change the scene." Gou Wuyue seemed to have aged several dozen years suddenly and laughed at herself, "This time, should I receive the reward or the punishment... Well, accept..."

He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yu Zhiwen quickly kept up.

Gou Wuyue suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "When you go back, tell me everything you know about that little stone...Xu Xiaoshou."

Yu Zhiwen was startled.

For a long time, his eyes rolled and his star pupils blinked.

"good."

…

In the cracks of space.

"Is this the giant Buddha beheading?"

Behind the storyteller in the red dress, the tall-waisted Xu Xiaoshou suddenly poked his head out.

After he was thrown away by Mr. Sang, he was rescued by the storyteller. The two of them were supposed to leave at the same time.

But when the situation changed and the Eight Masters appeared on the scene, the storyteller could no longer turn a deaf ear.

Adhering to the same idea as Haitang'er, if it really comes to a critical moment, I will risk my life to replace the Eight Masters.

But who would have thought that the scene of hundreds of giant Buddha statues rising into the sky and killing them with a single sword would end everyone's sadness.

The eight acquaintances are still the same eight acquaintances.

The Eighth Sword Immortal has never changed.

"This is too strong..."

The storyteller murmured, not even hearing Xu Xiaoshou's question. His eyes were filled with twinkling little stars, and the love in his eyes almost overflowed.

"This way."

Xu Xiaoshou pointed to the mirror in front of him.

In the picture, after the flying Eight Masters were out of Gou Wuyue's sight, their bodies began to tremble, and their hands and feet were obviously a little weak.

Then there were several violent coughs, and the blood was filled with fragments of the internal organs, and he almost coughed out his lungs.

"elder brother!"

The storyteller immediately thought of the sequelae after his brother's attack, but before he could move, a begonia flower bloomed at the feet of the Eight Masters.

Under the closure, the whole person disappeared.

"Tsk, tsk, you were a step too slow and your giegie was robbed~"

Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head and spoke in a teasing tone.

The storyteller glared at him angrily, and without talking nonsense, he just made a move, and the two of them switched at the speed of light in the space crack.

The blade of turbulent void quickly disappeared.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that in just a few breaths, he returned to the ground and sensed the familiar energy of the great avenue.

"What is your ability?"

He got curious.

If you say this is space, it doesn't look like it.

After all, Xu Xiaoshou had seen Ye Xiaotian's space power before.

But it’s not a spatial attribute...

When Xu Xiaoshou thought about the ancient book space of the man in the red skirt, as well as the avenues and scenes that could be completely reproduced, this made no sense at all.

"The Mirror World."

The storyteller seems to truly regard Xu Xiaoshou as one of his own, and is unambiguous as he explains:

"To put it bluntly, their abilities are just mirror engravings, but with the cooperation of 'Yin Yang Life and Death?' and even treasures, they can use power similar to space."

"Understand?"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

Now he understood.

It turns out that the space of ancient books is the power of "Yin and Yang Life and Death?", but the mirror worlds such as Lingrenze, Lijian Grassland, etc. were recreated by the storyteller himself.

Think about it this way.

Even if it's not space, such an ability is really terrifying!

"Mirror reproduction..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt that none of the Saint Slaves were simple.

The abilities and treasures they possess enable each of these people to stand alone.

To put it bluntly, maybe,

If he didn't have such outstanding abilities, how could he be chosen by the Eighth Sword Immortal and become one of the nine Saint Slaves?

While he was thinking about it, the ground suddenly moved.

Then, a Begonia flower bloomed, and Begonia'er appeared carrying Bazunzhen's figure who was so weak that his face was pale.

"Where's Mr. Sang, what do you say?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Although he had been watching from the sidelines, he could clearly see that Cen Qiaofu was brought out by the Eight Masters, but Mr. Sang was still on Gou Wuyue's body.

"The second one is dead."

Bazunzhen seemed to be unable to speak even a single sentence. His lips moved a few times, and Haitang'er spoke for him.

"The 'Evil Sin Bow' of Ai Cang Sheng is one of the nine supreme artifacts created in the early days of Chaos. In terms of ranking, it is as famous as the 'Four Swords'."

"And Ai Cangsheng used the power of a semi-saint to shoot that arrow. It's a lucky thing that he survived, not to mention the demonic energy. No one can break it!"

"He can't do it either?" Xu Xiaoshou pointed at the wilted Bazun and asked.

"He really can't do it." Haitang'er said seriously.

"Cough cough cough... Poof!"

Bazunzhen seemed to be struggling to refute, but after coughing violently, a mouthful of blood sprayed directly behind Haitang'er's ear.

"Cursed, passive value, +1."

"..."

The few people were silent for a few moments, and they all seemed to understand something.

"Leave first!"

The storyteller took the lead and waved his hand, indicating that this place was not a good place for conversation.

Several people nodded at the same time, the crabapple flowers bloomed again, and the figures disappeared.

The battle is over.

It leaves only bitter space all over the sky, and scars everywhere.

Even the heaven and earth were shattered. Even at this moment, the setting sun should be like blood and the west wind withered.

now.

Without him, I can only be quiet.

…

Bang bang bang...

Under the moonlight, in the cave.

Bonfires piled up and firewood crackled.

Xu Xiaoshou controlled Bai Yan with one hand, heating the barbecue for everyone, while using his "sense" to secretly peek at the people sitting around him.

Eight Masters, Begonia'er, Storyteller...

Two peak slayers, plus one who can kill seven hundred white-clothed swordsmen, defeating the eight masters of Wuyue Sword Immortal.

Never for a moment did Xu Xiaoshou dare to imagine that he could be with such a big shot.

He didn't even dare to do this even in his dreams.

"Everything in the world is unpredictable, I'm afraid this is the time!"

In front of him were the three giants, and sitting next to him were the already awakened Lei Shuangxing, Lorelei, and his junior sister, Mu Zixi.

These people are much more interesting.

Lorelei made no secret of it, staring at Xu Xiaoshou with big eyes, with amusement, teasing, and cunningness trying to make fun of him.

But with her senior here, she didn't dare to talk nonsense.

And with tears flowing, this guy has disappeared since he was kicked to death by the bloody tauren transformed by Xin Gugu.

Apparently, the storyteller saved his life.

After taking a short rest, he was now half-resurrected.

The gray and blurry face was shimmering in the bonfire, and the direction of his head was facing Mu Zixi.

Mu Zixi only took a careful look at this ugly face, but did not dare to look at it any more, and shrank to Xu Xiaoshou's side.

She was also thrown into the space debris flow by Mr. Sang and was rescued by the Storyteller.

At this moment, sitting facing the tears, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.

"Xu Xiaoshou, what does he keep looking at me for?"

Carefully passing the message, Mu Zixi simply moved his buttocks, using Xu Xiaoshou as a shield.

Xu Xiaoshou was concentrating on the game in his hand and using elixirs as seasonings to show off his "cooking proficiency" skills. He didn't think much about it. Hearing this, he immediately asked: "What are you looking at my junior sister for?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked sideways.

Obviously Mu Zixi had a message, and Xu Xiaoshou was very down-to-earth.

Or to put it another way, he is not yet familiar with the magical skill of sound transmission.

Tears appeared as if he was stunned for a moment, and his lips and teeth curled up: "I am blind."

Xu Xiaoshou stiffened his hand, frowned, turned his head angrily, and gave Mu Zixi a hard slap on the head.

"Why are they...well, why are they looking at you? Besides, why are they looking at you? Do you still have any objections?"

Mu Zixi held her head and was about to speak. Everyone was watching her at the same time. Her mouth dropped and her eyes were full of tears, but she couldn't say anything.

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

The scene became quiet again.

Xu Xiaoshou had been sitting there staring for so long, and the big bosses had not spoken yet. He simply turned his head and looked at Laishangxing.

He has been very curious about this guy since he came to Tiansang Ling Palace.

When Mu Zixi opened her eyes later, her black and white pupils were exactly the same as the way Ye Xiaotian's eyes were fixed with tears that day.

In other words, might there be any connection between these two people?

Mu Zixi's secret, maybe the clue can be found in this person?

"your eyes……"

Just when Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, he saw everyone looking at him in surprise. It was obvious that this kind of topic, which was similar to exposing people's scars, was not suitable for direct questioning at all.

But he didn't care. He hesitated and asked, "Is there a story?"

"Um."

Tears burst out in response, without even raising one's head.

The scene was quiet again.

Xu Xiaoshou was confused.

That's it?

He glanced back at Mu Zixi and said straight to the point: "Do you know Divine Demon Tong?"