Chaos.

No distinction between clear and turbid.

There are no yin and yang, four seasons, no rules and order.

This is a special magical space. Being in it is like being in a flowing lake. It is so obscure that it is difficult to control yourself. Even your thinking is stagnant.

Chest tightness and shortness of breath were Xu Xiaoshou's only feelings.

This feeling is countless times more uncomfortable than entering a special world using mastery passive skills.

No!

The latter is not uncomfortable at all, on the contrary, it is very enjoyable.

Xu Xiaoshou took a breath subconsciously, but felt that his soul had swallowed a mouthful of filth and almost vomited it out.

He reached out and grabbed it as if he were drowning, and he actually caught something!

With real objects in hand, people feel as if they are standing on the ground and have a point of support, which makes them feel better.

But only a little!

"time."

A warm voice came to my ears, and the thing tightly held in my hand shone slightly.

It was as if something began to flow in his life, and Xu Xiaoshou was able to see the world clearly.

Mold lake, sticky, hazy... nothing can be seen!

But the thing in his hand is the Shadow Staff of the Ancestor of Time, this is something that can be confirmed!

This supernatural weapon gives this world, or one's own time in this world.

As a result, some of the dimensions of Xu Xiaoshou's space were expanded, and he entered a suitable environment and began to breathe and think normally.

"Brother Anxiety?"

Looking to the side, Kong Yuhen was standing aside, and he was also pulled into this world.

However, the figure of Kong Yuhen in this magical space is extremely small, and can be vaguely divided into two parts.

Time and space are clearly separated, flowing left and right in his human body, outlining the traces of the avenue.

Upon closer inspection, his body turned into two pictures, full of complicated Dao lines.

If you want to take a serious look and record it secretly, you will find that your eyes are dazzled. The two pictures have become a jumble of intertwined patterns, and you can't remember anything.

"Thank you very much!"

Xu Xiaoshou said slightly frightened, realizing that this might be the true nature of Kong Yuhen.

In this special space, everything has returned to primitiveness and chaos, and the remaining hatred has also returned to its original nature.

But in his body, space and time clearly go hand in hand, and there is no distinction between which one is stronger and which one is weaker.

"This guy really just forgets, not doesn't know how to do it."

"When he remembers it, it will probably be the time when the secret of time that the Eight Lords have spoken about is completed."

Xu Xiaoshou secretly wrote down in his notebook that he must not offend Kong Yu.

But fortunately, this guy is strong enough and kind enough.

Otherwise, my level is too low. If he hadn't taken action just now, I would have wasted a lot of time to adapt to this world from zero to one.

"how?"

A ethereal sound with an echo came from not far away.

It was obviously just asking questions as usual, but wherever the voice passed, shock swept across all directions, even the chaos was rippled, and the clear and turbidity almost stabbed them apart.

Xu Xiaoshou's soul felt pain because of it, which was a direct feeling transmitted from the inside to the outside to the pain nerves like a sword pricking a needle.

His whole body was distorted and he could not speak. He could only turn his eyes and look at the place where the sound originated.

But I saw a strange figure of a swordsman in white robe walking slowly from the distance. He was short and close, with extraordinary handsomeness, long and unfettered black hair, and a black boy who was as sharp as lightning.

Behind the tall figure, two illusory giant swords, one purple and one gold, are crisscrossed on the back, while two long swords, one black and one green, are slung around the waist.

He is obviously so small, like an ant in this chaotic world, but as he steps forward, his momentum is like that of a giant seen in a fantasy world swallowing mountains and rivers, climbing up step by step, and finally reaching the top of the clouds.

"Who are you……"

"Eight Masters?"

When Xu Xiaoshou looked at it, his eyes stung and almost bled.

He had seen this kind of peerless elegance and elegance throughout the past and present, which was different from the downtrodden and slovenly image of the Eight Masters in the outside world, when he first opened the "Guan Sword Canon".

The true nature of the eight acquaintances?

Sure enough... Xu Xiaoshou immediately thought of Mr. Jiren, an amiable and kind person who was a role model for others, but actually a ferocious sword elephant.

All ancient sword cultivation is like this, how can the Eight Masters be simple?

Under the cover of his frail appearance, his spirit has never been reduced by half, and he has always looked like the high-spirited person he was when he was young.

"This should be the remaining divine court of the Heavenly Ancestor..."

"But just like the incomplete spirit of the Heavenly Ancestor, there is only a corner left, and even the world is extremely chaotic."

Bazun said knowingly, apparently also seeing the abnormality in his current true form from Xu Xiaoshu's painful soul reaction.

He looked down at himself and said with a chuckle: "It's rare to be able to restore one or two of my powers."

"You are too dazzling..." Xu Xiaoshou struggled to speak.

In this posture, he found it very difficult for him to talk to the Eight Masters.

After this guy has torn away all disguises, he is so terrifying that no one can look directly at him!

This feeling is simply that the Holy Emperor is in front of him, and he is not allowed to raise his eyes to look at him.

"Wait a moment."

Bazun sighed for a moment, then reached out to hold the illusive cyan sword at his waist.

There is a click.

The sword broke instantly.

The eight acquaintances were stunned for a moment, and laughed for a long time: "I almost forgot, they are all fake..."

He no longer insisted on drawing the sword, he only let go of his hand and raised his eyes slightly.

"boom!"

In the chaotic world, sword intent surged out from under his feet like a tide.

In an instant, flowers bloomed in the sky and the earth, full of vitality; nine swords were born in a mixture, commanding all directions; the remaining one transformed into ten thousand, inheriting the Tao and setting the example - the world took shape.

Afterwards, the green river flows, defining true and false; there is no illusion, and the void returns to reality; the Buddha holds a sword and separates the turbid and the clear - the world begins to evolve.

At the end, hundreds of ghosts will patrol the world and create reincarnation; all dharma will be brought to an end and return to its original nature; the human world will appear and cause troubles - the world will be in order.

In just half a breath, Xu Xiaoshou lost the sticky discomfort of being in a lake of slurry and felt as comfortable as a fish in water.

But when he looked at the vivid world around him, he didn't know what his expression should be at the moment.

He lowered his head in a daze, and his soul had taken on more physical form, and even the texture of his hands were extremely real.

Look at the Eight Masters again...

The Eight Masters went out with a sword and returned to the weak posture of the outside world, no longer as dazzling as the blazing sun.

But Xu Xiaoshou no longer dares to think deeply about its inherent power.

So far, this guy has only performed the Great Buddha Slash on Gou Wuyue in the Eighth Palace. Apart from that, he has never been seen using his sword, right?

It turns out that you are so fierce under the sheepskin!

"What is this?" Xu Xiaoshou looked at the world around him.

Ba Zun smiled knowingly: "The second world is a world tailor-made for you. You should not feel that discomfort now, right?"

The second world…

Ninety thousand illusions, Mo Wuxin, ghosts hide their feelings...

The nine major sword skills can be picked up at your fingertips, and a real world can be sketched in an instant...

Xu Xiaoshou didn't know what to say.

He thought of Xiao Kongtong who also fell asleep after using a sword to reach the second world.

Maybe this is the reason why Xiao Dazui is so powerful and still worships the Eight Masters, right?

Not the same thing!

Bazunzun quickly looked towards the horizon, which he didn't know if it was the sky, and no longer paid attention to Xu Xiaoshou.

The second world did this randomly simply because Xu Xiaoshou's level was too low and he could easily die suddenly in the divine court.
To be continued...