Chapter 962 When the Fake Eight Lords Meet the Fake Water Ghost...

Among the water polo.

The sloppy uncle, who was leaning on the big sack, stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

A golden deep-sea dragon that was more than a hundred feet long was rushing towards him, as fast as thunder.

However, the words "Save me, save me" popped out of the mouth of such a terrifying giant dragon...

The uncle fell into deep thought.

"Is there a dragon in the trial officer team? A dragon from the Taixu realm?

"Something's wrong. If my information is correct, there shouldn't be a dragon, right?

"It's being hunted? The water ghost of the King of Hell, what does it mean?

"Water ghost...

"Why does it sound familiar?"

After falling into the water, the uncle did not break out of the water balloon in line with the mentality of staying the same to cope with the ever-changing situation.

Instead, he just waited.

But now, it seems that time does not give him a chance to wait, because if he does not stop this dragon, even he will not be able to withstand the force of the collision.

"Stop!"

The uncle stood up in the water polo, put the sack on his shoulders, and asked calmly: "Are you He Long?"

The eyes of Xiao Nin's transformed Gold Swallowing Dragon instantly burst into joy. He didn't answer, and immediately turned around and shouted: "He responded to me, he responded to me, you have to give me ten more breaths!"

Uncle:? ? ?

what's the situation?

Looking along the line of sight of the swallowing gold dragon, one could vaguely see a figure hanging in the far rear.

But after all, he was under the deep sea and his spiritual sense was invalid, so the uncle could not see the figure clearly.

But that didn't stop him from feeling angry.

How many years?

Which strong man on the road would ignore the face he is wearing?

This is disrespectful!

"Stop." The uncle spoke again without any explanation.

Where will Xiao Nin stop and where will he dare to stop?

He finally waited for a response from a water ball, but this only gave him ten more breaths of time to survive.

If you really want to stop fighting with that water polo, isn't it the same as suicidal?

Ever since, the Golden Swallowing Dragon looked back without any regret and was about to gallop away in the other direction.

"ignore me?"

The uncle narrowed his eyes.

The next second, his body swayed, turned into a void and transparent state, and walked out of the water ball majestically!

Standing in the deep sea, the water pressure that even suppressed the golden dragon and twisted its body had no effect on him!

"I said... stop!" the uncle said coldly.

In the cold current of the deep water, a terrifying murderous aura that seemed to be able to freeze a person's soul raged in an instant.

The little ninja's dragon body trembled, and he realized that he could not see the figure that responded to him clearly because of the invalidation of his spiritual sense...

It seems that he is also a tyrannical lord?

The water ghost of the King of Hell in the distance had stopped a long time ago. It seemed that he stopped because of that person's words? This guy was so shocked that he even forgot to count.

The little ninja dragon's body trembled slightly.

"Why am I so unlucky!" At this point, he had to waste some time, turned the dragon's head and looked at the person behind him.

This glance didn't matter, Xiao Ren saw that the guy carrying the sack had already stepped out of the water polo!

He walked out of the water polo? ? ?

"How can it be!

“Isn’t it true that only the water ghost of the King of Hell can ignore the water pressure?

The little Ninja stared, and even had a ridiculous thought: "He is also the master of the water element?"

The uncle is naturally not a master of the secrets of the water system.

Ignoring the water pressure is just a basic use of swordsmanship.

There are many things in the spirit refining world that can be solved in the ancient sword cultivation method, because one ancient sword cultivation method can encompass thousands of ways.

It’s just that it’s too difficult to master.

"Get closer."

The underwater sight was too deep. The uncle had never seen a dragon in his life. He waved and said.

I don't have time to talk nonsense with you... Xiao Ren is scolding her in her heart, but that guy can get out of the water polo, which means that his strength is probably above hers.

Xiao Ren couldn't resist, so he could only drive the dragon body and get closer quickly, not daring to waste even a breath of time.

As he got closer, Xiao Nin finally noticed all the small details that he had just ignored because he was in a hurry and because of panic.

The man in front of me has a sack on his shoulders, an unkempt beard, eight-fingered hands, and a sword scar on his neck...

Various symbols are easy to imagine.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?" Xiao Ren exclaimed, unable to believe what his eyes saw.

Why did this person fall into the water?

Oh yes, he was also on Guyin Cliff before...

But that’s not right! How could the water ghost of the King of Hell be stronger than the Eighth Sword Immortal and pull him into the deep sea?

Xiao Ren had all kinds of extremely contradictory speculations in his mind.

The uncle quietly looked at the dragon in front of him.

To be honest, his impression of dragons was still the phantom of the Demon Emperor's black dragon that was entrenched in the 108 realms of the Eastern Region in the Yunlun Mountains.

In addition, regarding the concept of "dragon", the uncle only knew that it existed in the "Dragon Cave", one of the seven forbidden areas, and knew nothing about the others.

"Who are you Long? Where are you from? Why are you here? Who is the person chasing you behind?" The uncle asked all the questions in his mind in one breath.

What evil have I done! Not only did he meet the King of Hell, the water ghost, but he also bumped into the head of the Saint Slave... Xiao Ren listened to this series of questions and closed his dragon eyes heavily.

But no matter how scarce time is, Xiao Ren is still a little worried about the water ghost, a member of the King of Hell, and the Eight Saints, the first of the Holy Slaves.

"My name is Xiao Ren, this is my dragon body 'Swallowing Gold Dragon', I came here by taking over another body, I came here only for the secret treasure of Yunlun Mountain and the foundation of the canonization of the saint, the person who is chasing me is a member of the Hades Organization, codenamed Water Ghost." Xiao Ren said "everything" with mixed truth and falsehood.

Of course, he couldn't say that he came here for Xu Xiaoshou's head.

In the five regions of the continent today, who doesn't know that the Holy Slave has a genius boy named Xu Xiaoshou?

Saying in front of the head of the Holy Slave that he wants to kill the most outstanding young generation of the Holy Slave, isn't this tantamount to seeking his own death?

"Xiao Ren..." The uncle pondered.

At this time, a voice came from a far distance:

"Xiao Ren, the killer of three incense sticks, didn't you just tell me that you came here for the head of the Holy Slave Xu Xiaoshou?

"Why, you speak human words to people and ghost words to ghosts? "

Hearing this, Xiao Ren's dragon face was obviously stagnant in the deep sea.

The uncle looked at the distant lake, but could not see the result, so he could only retract his gaze. His expression was also gloomy.

"Xu Xiaoshou?

"Are you here for Xu Xiaoshou?"

This obviously murderous questioning really frightened Xiao Ren's legs and feet.

"Senior, I am not here for Xu Xiaoshou. It is this guy from the Hades Organization who wants to kill me. He is framing me!" Xiao Ren suddenly felt that framing the water ghost would bring his death closer, but he had no other choice but to make up such nonsense.

"Tell me, who is framing me?" Sure enough, the water ghost's faint voice came.

His figure suddenly appeared on Xiao Ren's dragon head like a ghost, and directly pinched one of his dragon horns.

Xiao Ren: " # ￥% x-on:..."

The uncle finally raised his eyes and saw the figure on the dragon head.

"It's you..."

How could the uncle not recognize the man who rode the waves and held a halberd in the Yunlun Mountains, who pulled him into the deep sea?

"Yan Wang, water ghost?" The uncle raised his eyebrows and asked.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes hidden under the golden mask looked at the familiar figure in front of the dragon, and he felt amused.

This person, he is too familiar with him!

However, Xu Xiaoshou really didn't expect that Xiao Ren's luck was so "good".

I wanted to use him to spread the bad reputation of Yan Wang and water ghost, disgusting water ghosts, and also throwing dirty water on Yan Wang.

I never thought that Xiao Ren's first search would directly bring him a great help.

"Are you Ba Zun An?" Xu Xiaoshou did not answer, but asked back with a playful look in his eyes.

The uncle slightly lowered his eyes, saying that under normal circumstances, he would not tolerate someone not answering him, but questioning him, but this time in the deep sea, this person's home court, he was willing to give some face.

"Of course."

Xu Xiaoshou's mind immediately flashed the self-introduction of the real Water Ghost, and he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, and asked: "If you are Ba Zun'an, how could you not know me?"

"I should know you?" The uncle was surprised and frowned. He suddenly felt that the code name "Water Ghost" was familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

Xu Xiaoshou laughed out loud on the spot.

When he was ambushed by Red Dog in Tiansang City and rescued by the uncle, he was convinced that this was the Eighth Sword Immortal.

When the real Ba Zun'an appeared later, his real image, behavior and purpose of action were completely inconsistent with the uncle, he suspected that the uncle was just a fanatical imitator of Ba Zun'an, not the real person.

However, he has always been unclear about the true identity of this sack uncle.

Now, it seems that he can use the identity of Water Ghost to ask him a question?

"If I remember correctly, the name Ba Zun An is rarely repeated. You are the Ba Zun An, the head of the Holy Slave, the eighth sword fairy, and the master of the black and white veins?" Xu Xiaoshou confirmed with a smile in his eyes.

Xiao Ren didn't even dare to move at this time.

He vaguely felt that there seemed to be some wonderful reaction between the two people in front of him, but he couldn't predict the future at all.

The uncle frowned more tightly, but nodded and said: "Yes, I am Ba Zun An! Are you the man of the King of Hell? If I remember correctly, the King of Hell seems to only want the children of the Lei family, and never have troublemakers like you?"

His implication was naturally referring to the water ghost's open provocation of the Holy Temple in the Yunlun Mountains.

Xu Xiaoshou laughed even louder.

He still did not respond, and shook his head and said, "Ba Zun'an, Ba Zun'an, if you are really Ba Zun'an, how could you not recognize me? You are so 'smart' that you can even forget your own people. Do you have amnesia?"

The uncle had no idea about amnesia.

But...

Our own people?

The uncle was obviously stunned when he heard this.

The swallowing dragon Xiaonin under Xu Xiaoshou's feet was even more shocked, realizing that things were developing in a weird and bad direction.

Xu Xiaoshou finally stopped laughing and said seriously, "Hello, Ba Zun'an, the first seat of the Holy Slave, let me introduce myself. My real identity is the fifth seat of the Holy Slave, codenamed 'Water Ghost'."

As soon as the voice fell, the deep sea fell into silence.

It was as if the deep sea was too cold, so cold that it froze people, and two ice withers were formed, one in human shape and one in dragon shape.

"The fifth seat of the Holy Slave, Water Ghost?"

A question mark appeared on the uncle's face.

At this time, if he was not in the deep sea, anyone with eyes could see the sweat on his forehead.

After Xiao Ren reacted, his dragon body trembled violently, and he screamed out in shock: "Impossible, didn't you say that you are the water ghost of the King of Hell? How did you become the water ghost of the Holy Slave?"

"Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps?" Xu Xiaoshou smiled and looked down, "Did you let you speak?"

He twirled the sea-controlling divine halberd in his hand, and the power of the water system was invoked by the imitator.

Xiao Ren swallowed the golden dragon's body and suddenly felt an even more terrifying water pressure squeezing around him, making his bones crackle and the dragon's scales begin to crack.

"Cursed, passive value, +1."

"Being resented, passive value, +1."

Holy Slave Water Ghost... The uncle was frozen for a long time before his eyes regained their vitality.

Yes!

Holy slave, there is indeed a water ghost!

There was such a code name on the list he gave, but this person was too mysterious.

The other members of the Nine Saint Slaves are all making moves in the five regions of the mainland. However, in the past few decades, the water ghost has only taken action in the Yunlun Mountains this time!

The uncle finally remembered something.

Because the water ghost is too mysterious, and because Xiao Ren gave the water ghost the prefix "King of Hell" as soon as he arrived, he could not recall this just now.

But when the other person revealed his identity, everything made sense.

Only the water ghosts of the Holy Slaves would attack the Holy Temple without restraint in the Yunlun Mountains.

Only a water ghost would be given such an important task, to hunt down the gold-swallowing dragon Xiao Ren who wanted to kill Xu Xiaoshou in the deep sea, right?

"I……"

The uncle was speechless for a moment.

He was able to confirm immediately that the identity of the other party was beyond doubt.

But the most embarrassing thing is this...

I, the first of the Eight Saint Slaves, could not recognize my own Saint Slave Water Ghost. Isn't this behavior very abnormal in the eyes of the other party?

"Ha, cough...it turns out it's you...I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm a little unfamiliar..." The uncle's eyes wandered and he glanced away, "Come, how are you doing?"

puff!

Xu Xiaoshou burst into laughter.

Pack!

You're still pretending!

With your reaction, if you really met a real water ghost, I'm afraid a fight would have started by now!

But the opposite side is the fake Eight Masters. How could Xu Xiaoshou be the original real water ghost?

The corners of his lips twitched, trying his best to hide his smile, and he said with tongue-in-cheek: "Long time no see? Didn't we just meet seven days ago? You asked me to do the plan of flooding Yunlun!"

"Well……"

The uncle suddenly choked.

What should I do? I don’t know you, how have I ever given you any advice?

His eyes were even more evasive. He didn't expect that if the person facing him was a real water ghost, he wouldn't have such a teasing reaction at this moment. He could only agree:

"Indeed, indeed...

"If you don't see me for one day, it's like three autumns. If you don't see me for seven days, it's like more than twenty years have passed. Brother Water Ghost... he's been in good shape lately..."

Return water ghost brother?

Three autumns in one day, more than twenty years in the blink of an eye?

Xu Xiaoshou almost died of laughter from the uncle. He did not expect that the uncle would react like this when his identity was revealed by one of his own.

This is too embarrassing!

No longer teasing, Xu Xiaoshou's expression changed and he sneered: "Let's get real. I have already seen that you are not a member of the Saint Slave. For the sake of your respect for the leader, I will tell you your name... ...If you don’t obey, this deep sea will be your burial place!”

The uncle’s subconscious reaction was that it was unclear who would be buried.

But then I thought, this is his friend...

Damn it, how could this happen? Flooding the Dragon King Temple with floods is not enough to describe it!

If we really want to fight, it won't work if either side is injured!

The uncle's lips curled up, but he hesitated to speak, and glanced at the Golden Dragon Swallowing Dragon.

Please, stop talking... Xiao Ren has been shaking his dragon body from the beginning in the deep sea. At this moment, he even wishes he was deaf.

However, after hearing so many secrets, does he still have a chance to fly to the sea alive?

At this moment, he saw the sack man who pretended to be familiar with the Eight Lords but whose true cultivation was still terrifying. His eyes suddenly turned cold when he looked at him, as if he was looking at a dead dragon.

Then, he took off his disguise and transformed into a graceful, gentle man. He bowed his head slightly in respect to the top of his dragon head.

"Junior Xiao Kongtong, the tenth place where the Holy Slave is hidden, I have seen Senior Water Ghost!"