White cave.
A figure in red was traveling through the void at high speed.
"Why do they keep exploding?"
"It can't be that guy Xu Xiaoshou who is causing trouble again!"
"No, no, no, it shouldn't be possible. How long have we been separated for? Impossible!"
"And the location of 'Spirit Melting Lake' is so far away from the place where Yan Python was born."
"Even if it is a premeditated and planned explosion, it may not be so coherent, let alone what Xu Xiaoshou did..."
"It seems all unintentional..."
Watching the night has a sad look on his face.
Ever since he came into contact with Xu Xiaoshou in the City Lord's Mansion, he had a little shadow of blasting.
And there is no doubt that it was also after he came into contact with Xu Xiaoguo.
Every large-scale explosion, no matter where it is, seems to be more or less related to this kid.
"It shouldn't be him this time."
Shaking his head, Vigil decided not to trust his sixth sense.
He is not Xin, nor is he a woman.
Generally speaking, using the sixth sense to judge others is unreliable.
"So, if it weren't for that kid, the movement of 'Ling Melting Ze' must be the attack of Dao Zhan."
"Is there more than one Zhandao..."
Vigil murmured to himself.
He has already learned the news from Lan Ling.
Hei Ming's base in the outside world has been uprooted by a man in a red dress.
And Ruorui Heiming's guess was not wrong.
So, the enemy he has to face this time.
Perhaps, he is the legendary "Saint Slave"!
"The leader of the Holy Slave, the fourth in command, the seventh in command..."
There was a hint of fear in Shouye's eyes, "There are so many handles that can jam me. How can you trust me to come here alone to spy on the situation?"
Although there is hesitation in my heart.
But Vigil also knows that even the strongest stowaway can do it.
Its ultimate goal is nothing more than "to seal the formation for thirty-six days."
Therefore, the most important thing is to protect the "Four Swords" and use the "Four Swords" as bait to hook the big fish.
It's understandable that Lan Ling couldn't ask for help.
Therefore, during this investigation, I only wanted to get information, not anything else!
"Right, that is it."
Vigil nodded and settled his thoughts.
If you encounter two major Zhan Dao, or even a larger number of Zhan Dao siege.
Just run away.
Zhan Dao wants to escape, but unless Taixu comes, who can keep him
"Too Xu..."
"laugh."
Vigil sneered.
How could a mere white cave attract a powerful Taixu man to appear in person
…
"arrive."
After flying for a long time, concealing his secrets and keeping vigil in the void, he finally arrived at the location of the explosion - Lingzhe.
The next second, he was shocked.
I only saw the scene in front of me. Where was the "Spirit Melting Pool" scene I saw when I developed the White Cave before
This huge pit spans dozens of miles like an abyss...
This side is trembling, a twisted space that is vulnerable to attack...
And the whole place was filled with an ominous atmosphere, as if it was an ominous atmosphere after a disaster...
"Aura of destruction?"
Vigil was shocked.
He could see a large amount of gray-black mist rising in the sky.
Not only that, he could also feel the extreme cold and overbearing heat mixed with this rich destructive aura...
"Xu, Xu Xiaoshou?"
The vigil was stunned.
Isn't this fiery aura the same as Xu Xiaoshou's
"No, it's not."
"It's an enhanced version of this guy!"
The vigil suddenly woke up.
"That's right, the treasures sealed in the 'Spiritual Melting Ze' should be the 'Three Days of Freezing Tribulation' and the 'Jinzhao Original Seed'."
"This breath should come from these two things, not Xu Xiaoshou..."
"So, the heaven and earth formation of these two treasures was destroyed, and then the forces collided, causing an explosion?"
He reasoned, "But who destroyed the formation?"
Vigil was confused.
Before the opening of the White Cave, the red-clothed team had conducted another reconnaissance to ensure the stability of the various dangerous formations.
According to previous exploration results.
The great formation of heaven and earth here is simply not something that ordinary practitioners can break through.
"so… "
Watching the night narrowed his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Ghost beast, or stowaway!"
Vaguely, the rotten smell seemed to linger on the tip of his nose as he inferred.
Vigil frowned and stopped thinking about it.
The spiritual thoughts merged into the heaven and earth, and enveloped this broken space.
“…”
Deserted.
Not even the slightest sound!
The spiritual thoughts continued to spread.
“…”
It was still dead silent.
There is not even a trace of biological existence.
In other words, all of this was completely wiped out by the big explosion.
"So, where are the people?"
"Where have they all gone?"
Watching the night unfaithfully continued to spread the spiritual thoughts to cover the area.
Any man-made explosion must leave evidence at the scene.
Even now everyone is gone.
The way of heaven will also tell me where the murderer fled.
Nose twitching.
Vigil frowned.
"one."
Sure enough, he found a familiar smell in the place where the snow-capped mountains should have been.
Not surprisingly, one of the sources of explosions is ghost beasts.
"pity."
The vigil was a bit regretful.
The explosion not only wiped out the vitality of this place, but also killed all traces of natural power.
While the way of heaven was still in chaos, he was completely unable to find the attributes of that ghost beast.
"besides."
Since there is a ghost beast, there must be another person who has a dispute with it.
Otherwise, with the timid mentality of these rats, it would be impossible for them to make such a big noise.
"A stowaway?"
Currently, no one in the red team has sent a message back to the headquarters.
In other words, this battle was not caused by Hongyi's discovery of the lone ghost beast.
So, a stowaway who has the strength to fight ghosts and cause such a big explosion...
"Holy slave!"
Vigil's heart palpitated.
He seemed to recall the scene when he was in Bai Yi in the Central Territory, working under the Seven Sword Immortal Gou Wuyue, and was ordered to destroy the "Saint Slave" branch.
The scene of burning the sky and boiling the sea, with mountains of corpses everywhere...
Unforgettable to this day!
Perhaps to the outside world, the claim to the Holy Temple is a great victory.
But that time when he participated in the war, Bai Yi was lucky enough to survive... For example, he kept vigil.
Everybody knows.
That time, it was not a victory.
It can only be regarded as killing one thousand enemies and damaging oneself eight hundred.
same.
Almost every sleepless night, I can recall the vigil.
At that time, the last person who died was still able to strike across the Sword Immortal's sword after being beaten to a desperate situation, and send his charred hand as black as coal into the chest of the Moonless Sword Immortal.
It was that battle that made Vigil understand.
It turns out that the Seven Swordsmen are not a legend.
It turns out that sword immortals are sword immortals, they are not gods.
Even though he almost destroyed the opponent with the same sword.
Gou Wuyue was also injured.
The injury is not serious!
"Sleeveless·Red Burnt Hands..."
Vigil clenched his fists.
That was the first time he saw real power, and the first time he saw the battle between the Taixu warriors who were on top of the world.
That battle will be unforgettable for everyone in white who survived!
"So, this time, it's the 'Saint Slave' who takes action first?"
Vigil's thoughts were brought back, and he couldn't believe it.
The second-in-command of the Holy Slave has already become so strong.
If the Holy Slave takes action first, will blasting be needed to kill the ghost beast
Or is it that his inference is simply wrong
"No, not necessarily."
Vigil analyzed.
What if the "Saint Slaves" went into the White Cave and split up
His eyes lit up and he realized it was very possible.
Although the nine Saint Slaves are all very strong, not every one of them can shake the power of the Seven Swords Immortal.
If we act separately.
The person at the bottom came to Lingrongze and happened to encounter a relatively powerful ghost beast...
"That's not the case."
Vigil hesitated again.
Even if the Holy Slave comes, he won't fight like this with an ordinary ghost beast.
So…
"Not an ordinary ghost beast?"
Vigil suddenly felt a chill running down his spine.
He thought of the other side of the white cave.
If we want to calculate it this way, I am afraid that the other end should have come back, and it is possible to fight like this with the "Saint Slave".
"The power of sealing?"
Shouye hurriedly opened his spiritual mind.
But the action stalled...
"yes!"
"The explosion wiped out all traces. How could the sealing power still remain?"
The vigil sighed.
Continue walking forward.
After a while, he flew out of the range of the spirit melting pool and saw a little bit of life and green again.
Soon, his figure stopped.
It seemed that Ling Nian had seen something shocking, and a look of horror appeared on his face.
"This, this is?"
…
"Oh my, it's really annoying!"
"Blowing up someone's body is okay, but blowing up someone's skirt is not a hero!"
The storyteller pouted and lay naked in the river.
This was the only water source that he finally found after wandering around the Lingzhuang for a long time.
The temperature in the White Cave is too high.
Even the earth is basically dry and cracked.
The reason why he was able to find this water source was because a water-based treasure was born out of a vision of heaven and earth, and he caught it, so he stopped.
"Water is a good thing. Lots of water, lots of water..."
The storyteller hummed, feeling very uncomfortable.
For Jimei who loves cleanliness, bathing three times a day is a must.
Even if the number of baths is not up to standard due to the task.
But with the water source, it was after a bloody battle.
How could he, a storyteller, hold back
"GuluGulu~"
The high temperature steams the river water until it is warm and scalding.
Lying in it will feel like soaking in a hot spring.
The storyteller squinted his eyes, leaned his head on the washed stones on the shore, and stared at the sky of this small world through the gap in his vision.
"Crimson..."
"Crimson, it's unknown!"
Time seems to have slowed down.
Coziness and comfort defeat all fatigue.
"Hmm~"
The storyteller groaned in comfort, changed his position, lay on his side, and let his mind go.
"It would be great if I could take a bath with my brother~"
He reached out and hugged the stone, as if he were hugging the elusive person who had always been in his heart.
"Hmm~"
Rubbing it with his cheek, the storyteller looked intoxicated.
"Um?"
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he looked to the side in mid-air.
I saw an even brighter red figure flying across the crimson sky, so unexpected!
The visitor suddenly froze in mid-air.
It seems equally unbelievable that in a place like Baikuo where everyone is competing against time, there is someone even more ridiculous than Xu Xiaoshou, in the river...
Take a bath? !
Eyes facing each other.
The air seemed to freeze.
"ah!"
"abnormal!"
The storyteller suddenly came to his senses, put his hands on the middle of his legs, and made a wave of water fly three feet away.
Then, the spirit essence exploded and turned into a mist that enveloped it.
Amidst the rustling, the storyteller hurriedly put on his clothes.
"How could someone come over and not be noticed?"
"Even in a relaxed state, Ling Nian should be able to notice it, right?"
The storyteller is completely confused.
For a moment, he forgot that the Zhan Dao in this world could be hidden in the sky.
I also forgot for a moment that the old man flying over, dressed in red, already represented something!
…
"H-Sorry."
"I didn't mean it..."
Vigil was stunned and stuttered.
He hates it right now!
Why fly by yourself and still have Ling Nian on
Just leave Ling Nian on.
Why should you let yourself see and hear the other person calling "brother" holding a stone, and then be unable to stop the car and see such a scene in front of you
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Look at Lan Zhi covering her crotch in panic...
Look at the three-foot-high waves that are deceiving and stealing the bell...
Who can’t hear this
Who can’t see this
Shouye felt that it would take him a lifetime to heal everything he had just seen and heard.
"I, I..."
He was holding his breath and suddenly gasped. He felt that it was wrong to breathe at this time, so he quickly suppressed his impulse.
"Yes, I didn't mean it. I didn't see anything just now..."
The words paused.
Because after the spiritual mist in front of him dissipated, the true appearance of the man taking a bath inside was revealed.
He was wearing a red dress, his hair was wet from the river water, and his body was steaming.
Jade face and red cheeks, pure and refined.
"Red dress?"
Watching the night was shocked by what he was wearing.
Isn't this the "man in red dress" from Heiming? !
…
The storyteller held the orchid with his fingers, intending to get angry.
But when I think of my brother's warning before leaving.
I had just encountered a big explosion, and it was already a wave of calm.
Although I didn't do it myself.
But if you tell me, who will believe it
Ever since, the things here can only be reduced to minor matters, and trivial matters have been reduced.
"Oh, it doesn't matter. People know you didn't mean it. People..."
"people… "
"Um?"
The storyteller narrowed his eyes, and finally his gaze completely fell on the old man's stiff face, and then fell down.
"H-red clothes?"
…
"Saint slave?!"
Watching the night, his eyes flickered, and there was an awe-inspiring murderous look under the cover of the shop.
"Bang!"
moment.
The river exploded with shock, and the waves were several feet high.
The riverbanks creaked and boulders cracked.
Grass and trees rustled and flew away, and the land disintegrated.
As if bearing a completely unbearable weight, in less than half a breath, there was a bang, the two sides of the bank exploded, and water flowed across the river.
Killing intent!
Awesome but substantial murderous intent!
As if he had encountered a natural enemy, completely uncontrollable murderous intent burst out from Vigilante.
Although Lan Ling's order is to let himself see people, he must remain calm and wait and see what happens.
But at this moment, Vigil, who knew his heart was completely exposed, had no such thoughts.
Originally, when Hong Yi met a ghost beast or a stowaway, it should be a righteous situation to kill him calmly. How could there be any so-called turning around and leaving when he was discovered
Cowardly act!
…
"Red?"
"Kekeke..."
The storyteller was shocked, and then he covered his mouth and chuckled, resisting the awe-inspiring murderous intent.
"Old man, your bad temper is not good. Are you prone to heart disease?"
"It's okay to spy on someone while they're bathing. They don't intend to pursue it, so why do you take the initiative?"
"You like to take the initiative?"
The storyteller puffed out his chest and took a step forward. Instead of flying up, he raised his head and raised his hand, smiling coquettishly: "Come down!"
"Well."
Watching the night felt nauseated and almost vomited it out.
His face twitched and his expression turned completely cold.
"as you wish!"
Lift your arms until you hold both sides of the sky.
As the spirit energy rolled around, murderous intent seemed to burst out from the sky, and then quickly converged into the palm of his hand.
Dark lines flowed and entwined from the fingertips, and then swept up the wrists, elbows, and both arms.
"Night!"
Watching the night closed and then opened his eyes.
His eyes turned into darkness, like the deepest part of the night, a dark place without any light.
As soon as the words fell.
There was a "swipe" sound, and the crimson sky disappeared.
Blackness spreads across the ground.
It's like darkness from an unspeakable place invades the world, and fear envelopes everything.
In an instant, the black shadow swallowed up everything, and the sky and the earth turned day and night upside down, turning into night.
Dead silence!
The whole place was dead silent!
The sound of rapids and gravel flying when the river bank should have been frightened...
After nightfall, everything fell into silence.
Even the person who cast the spell seemed to have blended into the world at the same time, completely disappearing.
"interesting."
The storyteller had a look of interest in his eyes.
After a sigh of praise, he couldn't hear his own voice at all.
As if he was deaf, even the sound of heartbeat and breathing were completely invisible at this moment.
"Dark attribute?"
The storyteller was surprised.
This is an extremely rare attribute!
At least in this life, he has never seen a few people.
And the dark attribute of Zhan Dao level.
This is the first one!
After losing hearing in both ears, the night completely blocked everything.
Although he was on the side of the river bank, the storyteller could not see anything.
Even Ling Nian couldn't see the scenery even one foot away in front of him.
"Lost all six senses?"
The storyteller raised an eyebrow.
It was obvious that the old man in front of him had extraordinary strength.
At least, he won't be the trashy redcoat who sits in front of the barbecue and chats with two friends.
"despair."
It was obviously in complete darkness.
But when the storyteller took out "Yin Yang Life and Death?", the slight sound still reached his ears.
The corners of the storyteller's lips curled up.
It is true that the old man in front of him is strong enough.
But “Yin Yang life and death?”…
More than enough!
"What methods will you use to torture the murderer?"
There was a look of anticipation in the storyteller's eyes.
He was holding the Yin Yang Life and Death?, and suddenly felt a slight coldness in his hand.
"Why?"
I lowered my head and was about to look through it.
Sudden.
"Heaven-Destroying Hand!"
A shout sounded in the darkness, and the storyteller looked up.
A blazing white light and shadow was seen passing by on the sky, and dark lines could be vaguely seen on the arms raised by the vigilante. The scene returned to darkness and silence.
"oh?"
The storyteller's red lips parted slightly, not knowing why.
The next second, a huge white handprint suddenly appeared above the nine heavens.
That handprint is majestic and vast, with absolute light compared to the darkness. It is tens of miles away. If there is a power that can bring down a world, it will be irresistible and approach every inch.
The fierce murderous aura and awe-inspiring power spread out, and the night seemed to be lit up, suddenly brightening for a moment.
The space was crushed and roared.
The ground was shattered and exploded.
The storyteller's hand holding the ancient book paused, looking at the palm of light falling from the sky, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Isn't this guy of dark nature?"
"Awesome power?"
"What the hell is this!"
He thought of something and his pupils shrank, "The power of Taixu?!"
"Impossible, this is impossible!"
The storyteller was shocked.
A mere slaying, even if it is at the peak of slaying, it is not like this!
He could see that the old man in front of him did not have the holy will after surviving the disaster.
In other words, the opponent has not even survived the first catastrophe of the "Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation".
Then the problem arises.
How can a person who has not survived the "nine death thunder tribulations" master the "power of Taixu"
It is still so powerful, the "Haoran Zhengqi" that is completely opposite to the dark attribute!
He is a storyteller.
The "Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation" was completed.
He has only just realized a little bit of Taixu's power that is consistent with his own attributes.
There is still a long way to go before the true Taixu Realm!
"This kind of thing that is completely opposite to its own attributes can form such a strong Taixu power without going through the tribulation..."
"impossible!"
My heart roared.
The storyteller wanted to jump away.
But as soon as his body was about to move, he felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his shoulders, and there was a vast suppressive force on his body.
"this… "
His eyelids dropped, and his eyes lost color.
The storyteller knows.
This blow could only be received head-on.
"Yin Yang life and death?!"
A shot of ancient books.
With a click, the shadow of the ancient book enlarged in the sky, spanning dozens of miles in an instant, and turned into a thick partition, as if to completely absorb the "Heaven-Destroying Hand" in the sky.
But as the shadow of the ancient book amplified, the cold power in the palm, which had been ignored, was completely amplified at this moment.
"This is?"
The storyteller was confused.
How come my own ancient books have such an icy aura that contains the power of disaster
"space!"
He suddenly thought of something, "An accident occurred in the ancient book space?"
As the saying goes, blessings never come in pairs, and misfortunes never come alone.
At this moment, even the storyteller, who was the seventh in command of the "Saint Slave", was a little panicked.
He wanted to open "Yin Yang Life and Death?" immediately to find out.
But how could the "Destroying Hand" give him so much time
"Boom!"
Cui Wei came down with a palm.
The moment when the palm print and the shadow of the ancient book clashed.
The void exploded into pieces, and the way of heaven was cut off.
The air flow surged out from the confrontation node, and in an instant, the land with a radius of dozens of miles collapsed!
"puff!"
The storyteller spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He spent part of his energy consolidating the space of the ancient books, fearing that something unexpected might happen inside and unblock all the evil ways.
That's a big deal!
I'm afraid my brother can kill himself!
Therefore, naturally, he would not use all his energy to resist this palm seal containing the "power of Haoran Taixu".
“Bang bang bang—”
The two sides in the collision were in a stalemate.
But it is clear that there is no successor storyteller.
"Yin and Yang, life and death?" Every time it falls one foot, the land sinks another foot into the abyss.
"Kaka..."
There was a cracking sound from both arms.
The storyteller looked down in shock and found that his arms were about to completely disintegrate.
Only then did he react.
When you really meet the pinnacle red-clothed warriors who will always fight on the front line of ghosts and beasts, it's okay if the true body comes.
His mere external incarnation and the phantom of ancient books are absolutely unable to withstand the opponent's power.
"I was careless..."
Gritting his teeth, the storyteller's red lips were stained with blood.
"Kaka..."
The legs collapsed.
"Kaka..."
Cracks appeared in the chest.
"Just took a shower!"
The storyteller was angry. He suddenly raised his head, pinched the orchid and shouted: "Brother, Zhan Dao can't do anything in the small world, don't you know?"
"If you keep pressing on me, believe it or not, I'll blow myself up and blow up this little world in the White Cave!"