Chapter 744 You Go First, I'll Cover You!

Xingugu is old school.

Caramel candies are also old school.

The last mission they received was to go to the White Cave to find Feng Yujin, which was also the last stand of the conservative faction.

But it failed.

Feng Yujin never promised them to join the Xuyue Gray Palace, but was finally captured by Xu Xiaoshou.

It was precisely because Caramel Tang saw Xu Xiaoshou's potential that he sent Greedy God away, and finally kept Xin Gugu by Xu Xiaoshou's side.

This is an important move for the old school.

Maybe if we go well, we can finally turn the tide and save the building from collapse.

But these are just backhand.

Back to reality, back to the present.

When the two seniors of the old school, Wu Xia and Yue Xie, really appeared in front of them and were about to be taken down by Hongyi without any basis, Xin Gugu couldn't hold himself any longer.

This was his childhood belief.

Similarly, it is also the belief of most good-hearted ghosts and beasts.

They don't deserve to be treated like this...

Senior Uxia is really a good person!

Xin Gugu knows everything.

He knew that war might bring peace, but the price would be extremely high.

There must be another way to protect the bodies of those ghost beasts who do not want war, and at the same time, find true peace on the other side.

In this way, senior Wu Xia is looking for it, the conservatives of Xuyue Gray Palace are looking for it, and he, Xin Gugu, is also looking for it.

Unlike others.

Maybe what others have found is a way.

But he Xin Gugu fell in love with someone.

"Momo!"

Expecting this, Xin Gugu looked back and said with a serious expression: "Senior Wu Xia cannot die. I must find Xu Xiaoshou. Is there any way you can contact him?"

"Usha?"

Mo Mo was startled and immediately came to his senses: "Xu Xiaoshou must be thinking of a solution at this moment. Why did you contact him?"

"too slow!"

Xin Gugu is eager to save people, how can he wait any longer?

He sent another message: "Now that the barrier is broken, we may be able to contact Xu Xiaoshou. I have something urgent. I must find him immediately and make it clear immediately."

"No..." Mo Mo shook his head, "The barrier is broken, but if you use the communication beads, you may still be intercepted by white clothes, red clothes, etc., and Xu Xiaoshou's existence may be exposed. This is definitely unwise."

Xin Gugu was speechless.

Is there really no other way?

At this moment, Mo Mo had an idea and rolled his eyes as if he thought of something.

"Maybe there is a way..."

"What solution?" Xin Gugu was delighted.

Mo Mo remained silent and turned to look at Liu Changqing.

This new ghost beast's body, with its Dao-killing cultivation, is completely useless in this situation.

However, the Xuan Wuji in his body dares to be called a heavenly magician that no one can match outside the sky!

Maybe, something can be done?

…

Beicheng District, Tianqi Forest.

The figure in white was rustling. The first wave of support, several teams had already arrived.

There is no way, no one can underestimate the fluctuation of holy power.

Once the holy power is leaked, it's just an accident.

If this is really the prelude to a war, and the war may also burn the layout of the white and red clothes, then the support is too late, which is equivalent to no support!

However, even Bai Yi's speed is extremely fast.

When they arrived at Tianqi Forest, the battle was still over.

The flower fairy eyes of the visitor from the underworld are too strong.

If it were not for the need to finally eliminate the semi-saint blood mark, Bai Yi might not even be able to notice that they had taken action during this wave of attacks on the Jiang family.

Therefore, everyone who rushed to the scene could only find Jiang Chaotian and the unconscious client Jiang Xian outside Tianqi Forest.

After getting a little understanding of the situation, Bai Yi immediately went out to search for the culprit, King of Hell, and the Saint Slave organization that made people even more frightened.

Midtown.

Before Bai Yi took action, there were already three figures flying at high speed under the night sky.

Xu Xiaoshou, one of the masterminds behind the scenes, had already escaped from the Heavenly Prayer Forest under the cover of the storyteller's Yin Yang Life and Death? Space Power.

At this moment, he couldn't help but sigh at the power of space.

With one step to the sky and the disappearing technique, he can travel freely in any realm without being blocked by the killing path.

But once the space is exiled, Xu Xiaoshou is powerless.

Storytellers are different.

This guy is at the pinnacle of Zhan Dao.

Coupled with the power of space that comes and goes without a trace, even if it encounters an ordinary Taixu, it can basically escape easily.

In this world full of crises, sometimes strong cultivation is of little use.

The method of escaping is what Xu Xiaoshou thinks can be used to measure a person's combat power level.

"So, uncle, are you really planning to go directly to the boss of the King of Hell, Huang Quan?"

While flying, Xu Xiaoshou turned back and looked at the sloppy uncle carrying the sack.

This uncle followed him.

As for the reason...

After Xu Xiaoshou knew that he was running for the underworld, he just said: "I know where the boss of the underworld is."

After that, the uncle followed.

Not too much nonsense.

There is no sense of caution at all.

Xu Xiaoshou's own feeling was to say: "I want to sell you, can you help me count the money?"

The uncle solemnly said "Okay" and started counting the money without any explanation.

When Xu Xiaoshou realized there might be a scam and wanted to stop it.

The other party still doesn’t give in!

The uncle insisted on counting the money for him.

It’s not enough to have less, he is determined to help to the end, and he is sincere in his heart.

Therefore.

This action made Xu Xiaoshou feel a little bit uncomfortable.

“Yeah.”

On the other side, facing the same question that he had asked seven or eight times on the way, the uncle stopped talking and just nodded in response, being frugal with words.

Xu Xiaoshou was very flustered by him: “Are you really not afraid that I will use you?”

The uncle smiled: “Can you use me?”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

“Is there really no other reason? I don’t believe you don’t know the situation in Nancheng District… You are helping me!” Xu Xiaoshou said again.

Uncle: “I’m not helping you, I just want to hurt Xuanjian.”

Xu Xiaoshou: “Your actions will help me by the way!”

Uncle: “Shouldn’t you feel happy about this?”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

He was speechless.

Yes!

He should feel happy to say it.

But…

How can there be such a good person in this world?

It's obvious that others are going to use you, and you're still foolishly trying to get ahead. Isn't that extremely stupid?

But to say that the uncle is stupid...

Xu Xiaoshou doesn't agree.

He thinks there must be a trick, a situation that he can't detect and can't figure out at all.

Very clever technique!

Xu Xiaoshou pondered for a moment, stroking his chin, thinking deeply while flying.

The uncle looked back and saw the young man's demeanor, laughed out loud, and shook his head repeatedly.

The storyteller next to him was actually dumbfounded.

He felt the strength of this sloppy uncle more deeply than Xu Xiaoshou.

As for his swordsmanship, the storyteller dared to say that, except for his brother and the Seven Swordsmen, there are probably not many people in the world who can compare with him.

But such a person, nameless and surnameless, is still willing to be used by others...

Crazy!

The storyteller was a little crazy. What kind of physique did Xu Xiaoshou have? Why did he look so popular wherever he went?

At this time, Xu Xiaoshou gave up thinking because he had no results.

He turned around and asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time: "So, who are you, uncle, and why do you always help me?"

Tiansangcheng's "Sword Viewing Classic", Tianqilin's magic swordsmanship...

Xu Xiaoshou sometimes really doubted whether this sloppy uncle liked him and followed him secretly, and would take action as soon as he saw that he was in danger.

The uncle just replied calmly: "I said, I am Ba Zun'an."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

He turned his head and looked at the storyteller: "You... uh, are you sure that our Saint Slave Chief is Ba Zun'an?"

The storyteller was also a little unconfident now, "Brother, it should be, right?"

"What do you mean it should be!" Xu Xiaoshou had a headache.

He was sure that the masked man was the real Ba Zun'an, and the sloppy uncle was just a fake. How could he be the real Ba Zun'an?

"Don't lie to me!"

Turning his head, Xu Xiaoshou glanced at the uncle.

"Really, you are such a big shot, why do you like to tease the younger generation so much?"

"You gave me the 'Sword Viewing Classic', and you also saved my life."

"So, there is really no need to lie to me."

Xu Xiaoshou said very sincerely: "We are family!"

The storyteller was surprised: "The Sword Viewing Classic, he gave it?"

"Yes!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked back: "You may not believe it, but I didn't learn the sword mind from your brother, but from an ancient book called "Sword Viewing Classic" that he gave me."

The storyteller was shocked.

"Impossible..." He murmured: "The Sword Viewing Classic is my brother's thing. He said it has never been lost outside. How could it be in the hands of others?"

The two looked at the uncle at the same time.

"Who are you?"

The uncle smiled: "Ba Zun An~"

At this moment, the three of them were quiet.

Xu Xiaoshou was so angry that his teeth itched.

The storyteller observed carefully, but still could not find any flaws.

And the uncle...

The uncle still carried his big sack, like a conscientious worker, dusty, wherever there was a lack of bricks and tiles, he would add bricks and tiles.

Sometimes he would be late, but never absent.

"You are so righteous..." Xu Xiaoshou silently complained in his heart, and didn't intend to ask more.

At this time.

He suddenly moved his ears and found that there were ripples in the void in front of him, and began to change.

The uncle and the storyteller were alert at the same time and stopped their steps.

The ripples in the void gathered and turned into a Tianji array diagram.

"Tianjishu?"

The storyteller was shocked.

At this moment, he even thought that Dao Qiongcang had found him and took action himself.

He wanted to gather strength to attack, but an uncle on the side stopped him immediately, "Wait, it's not that old Taoist."

The storyteller was shocked.

Old Taoist...

The uncle knew what he was thinking, and knew that the title of Dao Qiongcang could not be called directly, but there was no awe in his words.

Who is this person?

The Tianji formation diagram changed, and after a moment, an illusory image of a human head appeared.

"Xiao Jiji?"

Xu Xiaoshou barely recognized this head.

"Do you know him?"

The storyteller on the side was surprised.

This kind of Tianji technique, sending a human head through the air to talk, was something he had never seen before.

How long has Xu Xiaoshou been in the royal city to meet such a Tianji sorcerer?

"Yeah."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "A ghost beast."

"Fuckmon!"

The Xuan Wuji image in the Tianji Formation became furious and corrected: "I am your Wuji Ancestor!"

"Xuan Wuji?" The sloppy uncle also raised his eyebrows, "The Xuan Wuji who was sent directly in by the old Taoist using Tianji Technique? Aren't you on Void Island?"

Xuan Wuji saw the sloppy uncle's appearance in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, the transformed image shook violently and the sound disappeared.

His mouth was open as if he was screaming.

But half of the sound could not be transmitted, and it was obvious that the Tianji Technique was not stable at this moment.

Then, after a while, the picture began to stabilize.

"Who are you?!" Xuan Wuji was surprised.

"Eight Masters," the uncle responded.

"You're not the Eight Masters, you scared me, Ancestor Wuji!" Xuan Wuji was furious.

"Haha." The uncle smiled.

Seeing that the two of them were about to chat, Xu Xiaoshou quickly interrupted: "Stop chatting, Xiaojiji, what do you want from me? Was there an accident at the scene, or did you escape?"

Although Xuan Wuji used Tianji to communicate with him, Xu Xiaoshou was very surprised.

But when Mo Mo was forced to think of using Xuanwuji to communicate with him, and possibly needing to hide it from Liu Changqing's level of human form, Xu Xiaoshou felt that something big was going on.

Right now, of course, business matters.

"Escape, it's impossible to escape, all the monsters are here..."

Xuan Wuji sneered when he heard this and continued: "There is a boy named Xin who strongly urges you to come back quickly, saying that something big has happened and he wants you to save someone."

"Rescue people?" Xu Xiaoshou repeated.

"Or as you say, save a ghost beast."

"Ghost beast? Do I recognize it?"

"How do I know this? But this is a Taixu-level ghost beast. Maybe we can do some tricks and put in some effort to trap it." Xuan Wuji started his suggestion.

Once a person gets on a pirate ship, he will inevitably want to repair the dilapidated ship.

At least, you need to have the minimum sense of security while sitting, right?

When Xu Xiaoshou heard about the Taixu level ghost beast, he knew that he would not recognize it.

But the person Xin Gugu wants to save must have some connection with Xu Yue Gray Palace.

He also wanted to ask more about the situation at the trade fair.

But at this moment, the sloppy uncle suddenly waved his hand and directly shattered the Tianji Formation.

"What are you..."

Xu Xiaoshou looked back in confusion.

At this time, he saw the uncle and the storyteller looking at the ground at the same time.

On the ground, there was a short old man with a hunchback, trying his best to look up at the sky.

The direction they were looking at was exactly where the three of them were standing in the air.

"Wang Dachui..."

The storyteller stared at this man and murmured, having a headache.

"Who?" Xu Xiaoshou could feel that the person coming was not simple.

Moreover, this person has a very serious target against the three of them.

"You guys should leave first!"

At this time, before the storyteller had time to explain, the sloppy uncle had already waved his hand and said:

"I won't go looking for the underworld of the King of Hell for now. Once it's settled here, I'll go over to the trade fair you mentioned to have a look."

"Now, you go first, and I'll stop you."