Chapter 734: "Eight Zun An" Appears

Say it.

The storyteller in a red dress floated down from the air.

He covered his red lips with one hand, and held the yin and yang of life and death with the other hand.

This place has suddenly become his replica of the small world of Tianqi Forest.

The three great Zhan Dao and Xu Xiaoshou were trapped in this small world at an unknown time.

"Saint slave?"

When the real Saint Slave fell, the three major slashers in the field felt their hearts tremble.

The hypothetical book looked at the yin and yang life and death in the hand of the true storyteller, and his eyelids began to beat wildly.

This method of recreating the world...

Tell the truth.

The three major slashing paths in the field have been heard for a long time. They are the power of the space rules of yin and yang life and death.

What Jiang Chaotian didn't expect was that he accidentally entered this space because he was eager to save people.

He didn't even understand the situation, and he didn't even know who had taken the Sanyan pupils, but he was already in this inexplicable whirlpool.

What the two kings of Hell never expected was that one moment they were pretending to be holy slaves, and the next moment, the holy slaves really sent senior officials over.

The point is, for some reason...

After the two of them got half of Sanyan Pupil's eyes, they didn't run away in advance.

Being imprisoned now, it is even more difficult to fly!

Zhan Dao is said to be a small realm in the third level of the Throne, but in fact it is more like a large realm.

Between Zhan Dao and Taixu, there is a natural chasm - the Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation.

Nine deaths and thunder tribulations, totaling nine tribulations.

One calamity and one death, one death and one heaven.

Among the grades, the gap is huge.

From the perspective of cultivation alone, let’s not talk about Leijiatong.

In the current situation, the two kings of hell, who were at the peak of the Dao of Killing, were naturally weaker than Jiang Chaotian, who had survived three nine-death thunder tribulations.

But three tribulations are only three tribulations after all.

The storyteller has survived the nine-death thunder catastrophe. Who in the audience doesn’t know?

The other party showed up at some unknown time, putting everyone in the middle of the situation first.

I am already weak in cultivation, but this time I was given the upper hand. How can I break the situation?

"The Seventh Leader of the Holy Slave..."

Jiang Chaotian looked at the falling storyteller with uncertainty in his eyes.

He didn't know the identities of the two people behind him, but the name of the Holy Slave was astonishing to his ears.

"Are you also involved in the action of taking away my Jiang family's three disgusting pupils?" Jiang Chaotian asked in a deep voice.

"No, no, no, old man, you have misunderstood~"

Hearing this, the storyteller only waved his hands gently: "The reason why I came here this time has nothing to do with you, Mrs. Jiang. I just saw someone throwing dirty water on my holy slave, and I couldn't stand it."

Jiang Chaotian narrowed his eyes: "In this way, the life and death of our clan's Young Master Jiang..."

"It has nothing to do with me!"

The storyteller smiled and took over the words: "I have no interest in Sanyan Tongmu at all. This thing is not in my hands, but the two behind you..."

As he spoke, he looked at the two kings of hell, shrugged and said: "One has flower fairy eyes, and the other has cross-shaped eyes. Think about it carefully, who will fall in love with your three-year-old eyes, Mr. Jiang!"

Jiang Chaotian turned around.

The two kings of hell are a strange person with flower fairy eyes and cherry pink eyes, which is really eye-catching.

The other one is hiding his ears and closing his eyes tightly, which is also very intriguing.

Jiang Chaotian is not stupid.

It was now clear who was more suspicious.

But before he could ask the question, Yin Cao had already angrily accused the storyteller: "You didn't take Sanyan Tongmu, but Xu Xiaoshou did."

"Xu Xiaoshou?" The storyteller was startled and looked around. He couldn't see anyone else here, "What Xu Xiaoshou? Are you talking about people?"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He is invisible.

But he's still here!

How old is this storyteller, and you still hurt him?

Jiang Chaotian also couldn't see anyone else here.

But now this place is the storyteller's space. Even if he hides something, it is understandable that others have not discovered it.

Expecting this, Jiang Chaotian's expression began to change as he hugged Jiang Xian.

If they are all enemies...

He was going to fight three people alone?

At this time, Yin Cao calmly took out one of the three eyes, and then looked at Jiang Chaotian.

"As you can see, I only took one of these things, and the other one is in the hands of Xu Xiaoshou, the Holy Slave." There is no way Yin Cao can take the blame for the Holy Slave.

"How can you accuse someone of being innocent out of thin air?"

Who would have thought that the writer would be unhappy? He pointed at the underworld, his beautiful eyes slightly angry: "I told you that Xu Xiaoshou is not here."

Yin Cao: "Haha."

The two of them seemed to be starting to bicker under this turbulent scene.

But when Jiang Chaotian on one side saw the three-hate pupil on the hand of the King of Hell, he was so angry that he couldn't hold it back anymore.

He is from the Jiang clan.

Jiang family, a semi-saint family.

Now in this situation, the two forces in front of him actually treat the Jiang clan member as a fool, kicking the ball back and forth and throwing the blame?

"Insult me, Mrs. Jiang..."

"You don't have to leave tonight!"

Never said a word.

Jiang Chaotian put the unconscious Jiang Xian on his back with his backhand. He raised his hands and the space here began to crack inch by inch.

Amidst the clicking sound, Jiang Chaotian's figure floated into the air, and white clouds rose from his hands.

"The cloud opens the way to heaven!"

An angry shout.

The majestic spiritual energy exploded.

The regular Dao patterns that trapped the space here were like clouds and mist moving with the wind in the sky. A hole was opened under the force of Jiang Chaotian's palms.

Subsequently.

There was an explosion in the night sky.

Qingming split into two halves.

It looks like a big hole has been broken in the sky above Tianqi Forest.

Everyone here understands that Jiang Chaotian's palm was the first to split the storyteller's space.

"Interesting..."

The storyteller raised his eyebrows.

Jiang's way of cutting is indeed worthy of its reputation.

But there are countless mountains after splitting one mountain.

What is the meaning of doing this?

Jiang Chaotian split the small space world of Yin and Yang Life and Death with one palm. Before the storyteller was trapped in another small world, he did not try to break through the blocked space, but chose to communicate with the power of the rules of the Holy Land.

Cut the way on the mainland and connect the rules of the mainland.

"Clouds are falling!"

Jiang Chaotian punched down with a heavy fist.

A white cloud suddenly fell from the big hole in the sky.

The cloud pillar descended.

The target is the underworld holding the three-eye pupil.

"Mad man!" The visitor from the underworld cursed.

Is Jiang stupid?

Instead of thinking about breaking through the storyteller's multiple spaces together, he chose to attack here.

Isn't this equivalent to letting the storyteller sit firmly in the position of the fisherman, watching the dragons and tigers fight, and both sides suffer?

The cloud column surged down, shocking the world.

This cloud and mist punishment, which seemed to have a weak attack power, completely melted it into nothingness when it touched the space.

It is conceivable that if a person is covered by this cloud column, what will be the fate of the human body?

"Destruction!"

At that time, the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts raised its head.

With its eyes open, the cross-shaped pupils were aimed at the cloud column falling from the sky.

"Boom boom--"

The void suddenly resounded with the sound of collapse.

Destruction is silent.

The melting cloud column withered piece by piece under the power of the cross-shaped pupils.

But the plane-guiding power rich in the power of the continent's rules, after receiving the command of "destruction" from the cross-shaped pupils, burst into angry resistance.

Heavenly way.

It cannot be desecrated.

Not to mention the annihilation?

"Puff!" Bai Gui suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes dimmed immediately.

The power of calamity...

As soon as they fought, Bai Gui reacted and saw the difference in their cultivation.

He had not passed the nine-death thunder tribulation, and rarely fought with the strong men of the way of killing who had passed the nine-death thunder tribulation.

Subjective conjecture.

Originally thought that this was just a spiritual skill rich in the power of dissolution, which could be annihilated with the cross-shaped eyes.

But he never thought that Jiang Chaotian's sky-splitting skill just now had secretly attracted the power of calamity of the continent's rules.

Such a forced move angered the way of heaven, and the backlash was naturally serious.

"Cross-shaped eyes?"

On the other side, Jiang Chaotian's beard and hair were flying, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

He looked at Bai Gui's night parade, and he was also shocked by the pupil power.

This power that can even annihilate the rules of heaven is really horrifying.

But after a moment of trance, he took out a drop of golden holy blood from the ring and opened his mouth to swallow it.

"Stop him!"

At this moment, the ghosts were very anxious.

The half-saints are indeed rich.

In the previous battle, he annihilated three drops of holy blood from Jiang Xian.

I never thought that Jiang Chaotian would come out at this moment and drink the blood of the half-saint without saying a word.

But at this time, he was already seriously injured and had forced to use the cross-shaped eyes once.

If he wanted to open his eyes again, the price would be too high!

When the holy blood came out, the ghosts panicked, and the storyteller who was watching the battle on the side was even more frightened.

"You are so scared, are you going to sacrifice your trump card directly?"

The storyteller wanted to use the power of rules to forcibly remove the holy blood.

But he suddenly saw the underworld opening its eyes anxiously from the corner of his eye, so he immediately retracted his magical power, stepped back a few steps, and let the battlefield go.

"Flower fairy eyes, illusion!"

The visitor from the netherworld formed seals with his hands, and his eyes blossomed with cherry pink. He wanted to use the method of removing the semi-saint blood mark at that time to remove the holy blood.

But as soon as he made a move.

Jiang Chaotian and the holy blood on his hand turned into clouds and smoke in an instant and dissipated on the spot.

"Cloud?"

This move caught everyone off guard.

Cloud attribute.

Not trapped by form, not moved by intention.

As a cloud, there is no ties in the world.

The flower fairy eyes of the netherworld were aimed at Jiang Chaotian, and Jiang Chaotian's phantom was clearly still in the same place.

But his body and spirit...

form and intention...

but in a thought, all dissipated at the same time!

"Insult my Jiang family?"

As the battle situation changed, a low voice appeared in the ears of the netherworld.

When Jiang Chaotian appeared again, he had already fallen behind the netherworld. His face was dark and pale, and there was pain and anger in his eyes.

"Die!"

After saying that, Jiang Chaotian threw the Holy Blood into his throat.

At this moment, even the storyteller could not react.

Cao Laike actually lost his move!

The Flower Fairy Eyes could not control Jiang Chaotian in the first time!

And the power that Jiang Chaotian, who was about to swallow the Holy Blood, could exert in this place might even scare the storyteller.

This is not Jiang Xian.

This is Jiang Chaotian of Zhan Dao.

His utilization rate of Holy Blood is hundreds or thousands of times that of Jiang Xian's Holy Statue!

"Ni Ma..."

Swearing in his heart, the storyteller wanted to run away.

But...

"Xu Xiaoshou, where is he?"

He wanted to call Xu Xiaoshou.

However, Xu Xiaoshou, who was in a disappeared state, could not be actively communicated with by him.

Although Mingming was aware of it, no one escaped from this space.

But Xu Xiaoshou, who disappeared within the scope of this space, in the final analysis, disappeared.

At least, the storyteller couldn't figure out its location at all.

…

at the same time.

Before the holy blood enters the throat.

In the electric light and flint, Xu Xiaoshou, who had been watching the battle secretly, chose to take action at the speed of light.

He saw Jiang Xian take out the holy blood.

This thing is something that even hundreds of ghosts are worried about and must be extinguished as soon as it appears.

I was tempted before, but I didn't dare to move.

That's because there's no one behind you.

Now that the storyteller is here, what else does Xu Xiaoshou dare not touch?

The most important thing is that after taking the holy blood, Jiang Chaotian will definitely become the leader of the battle here.

How could he, Xu Xiaoshou, put himself in such a dangerous situation?

"Holy blood? Bring it to you!"

Take one step to reach the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou, who was looking at the overall situation, suddenly appeared beside Jiang Chaotian and Yin Cao before anyone had time to react.

Then, his black-gloved hand, which had been transformed after disappearing, was thrust out.

In an instant, he was isolated from the bloody mouth of the Holy Blood and Jiang Chaotian.

"Disappearance spell, lifted!"

A silent thought in my heart.

Ripples in the void suddenly appeared.

In everyone's thoughts, they saw a figure of a masked man in black robes, his head and face covered, suddenly appearing in the center of the battle.

He blocked the holy blood from entering his throat with two fingers.

Then, he flicked his fingertips to the left, which was the direction of Jiang Chaotian's mouth.

With a bang, the sword energy exploded.

Jiang Chaotian reacted very quickly at the critical moment, and his spiritual energy gathered on his head, hoping to receive the sudden blow from this uninvited guest.

The next second, his body was violently torn open by two fingers.

The spiritual essence was cut off.

There was even a trace of blood on Jiang Chaotian's face, as well as a kind of sword energy that seemed to resemble both meaning and thought.

Everyone was shocked.

However, the masked man who suddenly appeared finished slapping it with two fingers, then curled his fingertips, hooked the golden holy blood, and put it into his bag.

"???"

Everyone looked confused.

This person appeared suddenly...

Although Jiang Chao didn't take precautions in time, he was very weak.

But someone who can cut through Dao Ling Yuan with just two fingers can still leave such bloody wounds.

Who is this person?

At this moment, almost no one thought that this was Xu Xiaoshou.

Even the King of Hell, his impression of Xu Xiaoshou's performance is still the same as that of Sang Lao who appeared last time.

And the moves used by the masked man who appeared here...

It's the sword finger!

It's a sword move!

This is obviously a new character!

…

The whole audience was silent.

Xu Xiaoshou fell behind Yin Cao, with his face covered and a hoarse voice, he smiled softly: "Everyone, give me some face and stop it, how about that?"

Until then.

Jiang Chaotian stopped retreating, and with a trace of blood on his face, he found that Ling Yuan was trying to repair the remaining power in it.

He was startled, raised his eyes to look at the masked man, suddenly realized something, and said in shock: "This is... Sword Thought?!"

at the same time.

Jiang Qi and Jiang Si, who had been watching without daring to speak, looked at the familiar figure and suddenly thought of the person who broke into Tianyang Village without permission.

At that time, the two of them were so frightened that they both took half a step back, with doubts on their faces: "The eighth sword immortal?!"

The storyteller was even more stunned in mid-air.

He looked at the figure that should have been in Yunlun Mountains, but appeared inexplicably in Tianqi Forest, and his whole person fell into a state of confusion.

"Brother, brother?"

When Xu Xiaoshou heard this, he looked back at the storyteller. His expression calmed down, his tone became angry, and he scolded: "Why do you do things so slowly?"

Storyteller:? ? ?

At this moment, he reacted immediately.

This is not my brother!

This is Xu Xiaoshou!

"you……"

"people……"

The storyteller stretched his neck and his face suddenly turned red.

After thinking deeply about whether a mountain is a mountain, not a mountain, or a mountain, he realized that it might really be Xu Xiaoshou...

At that moment, the whole person was shocked again and became speechless.

Come again? !

This guy pretends to be someone else. Is he addicted to pretending?

How dare he?

In such a chaotic situation like this, how could he, an innate, mess up?

Picture what?

It's not like it's just for that drop of holy blood...

While the storyteller was roaring crazily in his heart, he tried his best to cooperate with the acting. He rolled his fingers and muttered: "Yes, I was wrong..."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the storyteller suddenly realized again.

If Xu Xiaoshou came out now, wouldn't he want to retaliate for his casual remarks just now?

sky!

This doesn't mean...