"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Mr. Sang tilted his head and cursed in a low voice. He focused his gaze on the visitor and curled his lips, "Wuyue old dog, I haven't seen you for many days. I miss you so much."

Gou Wuyue tilted her sword, but her eyes went beyond him and fell on Xu Xiaoshou.

"Your apprentice?"

"Not bad." Mr. Sang narrowed his eyes.

"I thought he was Bazun's disciple."

"Then you are wrong."

Sang Lao laughed: "The Eight Masters want to steal my apprentice, but unfortunately, they can't do it~"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

Why didn't he realize that he was so popular?

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

Gou Wuyue groaned and asked, "Where is Yu Lingdi?"

He could feel the pure fire element from this space.

But in the Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth, even half of the water element does not exist, and even the rules of the water element in this space have been cut off.

There is no doubt that Yu Lingdi has been here.

Sang Lao's idea of ​​merging hundreds of thousands of mountains with dragons could only be caused by Yu Lingdi.

"You mean this?"

The old man pressed the straw hat, lifted his fingers, and a drop of water seeped out from his palm.

"Woo~"

The low whine dispersed, and it would have been difficult to detect it if the three people present had not focused their eyes on the water droplets.

"Is this Yu Lingdi?"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked first.

He really didn't expect that the dignified master of the secrets of the water system, falling into the hands of Mr. Sang, would not even be able to stir up a single wave, but would be refined into a drop of original liquid!

Gou Wuyue frowned, his sword intent looming in the sky.

It was obviously a high-temperature space, but Xu Xiaoshou shivered inexplicably.

Killing intent!

Gou Wuyue is really murderous!

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet."

Mr. Sang flicked his finger, and water droplets fell in the air. He smiled and said, "But if you come a step too late, the consequences will be different."

"Let him go." Gou Wuyue said indifferently.

"Can."

Mr. Sang nodded: "Call all the people in white clothes over, let Saint Slave go, let Cen Qiaofu go, and I will let Yu Lingdi go."

Gou Wuyue's eyes darkened.

This is simply impossible.

In the Eighth Palace, Cenjou fought with the blood tree on his back and held back No. 33 and most of the slashers in white. It can be said that it was extremely difficult to deal with them.

But the consequences of the blood tree are too great.

As expected, he will be captured by No. 33 in the end.

The storyteller’s side…

Although Bai Yi has been imprisoned continuously, as long as he cannot escape from this place at the first time.

After Gou Wuyue finished cleaning up the old man in straw hat and storyteller in front of him, he couldn't escape.

The only ones that have a high chance of not being able to win are Ba Zunzhen and Haitang'er.

How could he, Gou Wuyue, give up his main mission for a mere Yu Lingdi?

"Tsk, tsk."

Old Sang was speechless, looking at the water droplets still struggling helplessly in his palm, shaking his head and sighing: "Poor little boy, you have been abandoned."

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

Old Sang was obviously still talking, but there was another old man's voice in Xu Xiaoshou's ears.

He was startled, nodded slightly, and realized it was Mr. Sang who was transmitting the message.

"Go to the southeast. The Storyteller is waiting for you there. Set off immediately."

Xu Xiaoshou froze after receiving the content of the subpoena.

"What about you?" he asked.

"I'll be here later, sir."

"real?"

"certainly."

"If not..."

"Why are there so many nonsense!" Mr. Sang suddenly turned his head, his eye sockets were sunken, and his gaze in the dark circles was extremely deep.

Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips lightly.

He knew that staying here would ultimately be nothing more than a drag.

Whether Mr. Sang is Gou Wuyue's opponent or not, perhaps, he has no choice but to choose to believe.

After all, this is a transcendent existence that can escape from Gou Wuyue's sword repeatedly in Qinglong County in the Central Region...

After a moment of pause, Mr. Sang spoke again. This time, he did not send a message.

"Look carefully, from what you can do to what you can't, the last way to die for the elemental body..."

"What?"

"Absolute power!"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded to cooperate, took half a step back, and looked inside the sea of ​​qi.

The sea of ​​qi is already full, and with one disappearing spell and more "one step to the sky", you can escape from this place immediately.

The two-person play is very good.

Gou Wuyue couldn't notice anything at all.

He just watched Sang Qiye suddenly unlock all the power of the avenue in his hand.

In an instant, the water droplet struggled violently and changed, and an extremely illusory figure solidified in front of the seven leaves of the mulberry tree.

"Yulingdi..."

Gou Wuyue's pupils trembled.

It was so weak that it would float away when the wind blew, as if only a soul was left.

If it weren't for the fact that I could still feel the familiar aura from it, it would be difficult to tell that it was Yu Lingdi, the leader of the Spiritual Department, based on the face that was even blurred by the training!

"Sang Qiye!"

Gou Wuyue scolded in a deep voice, raised up with his sword, and raised it to the clouds.

A flash of bright golden light burst out, and the ladder type reappeared in the world. The virtual images of layers of golden stairs appeared, but then they were completely broken into two pieces by the sound of a sword roar.

The sword energy breaks through the boundary and arrives in an instant.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that all the energy in his body was locked.

Obviously the sword energy is not locked to him, but the rich death energy is still under the pavement.

Ears.

Elder Sang didn't seem to be worried at all, and came out with a calm voice.

"Use thoughts to transform into forms and attach them to the body; use spirit to enter thoughts and create illusions in form; penetrate the way of heaven and integrate the illusions of the nine gods. The virtual is real and the real is virtual..."

The sound of the Brahma-Brahma Tao sounded like a bell exploding in my mind.

The obscure secret formula was like a brand of fire. Although he could only hear half of it and couldn't understand it, it was still deeply burned into the depths of Xu Xiaoshou's soul.

When this melancholy sound faded away, a memory seemed to be evoked in my mind.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that time was passing slowly at this moment.

Gou Wuyue's sword energy broke through the boundary at the critical moment.

But the sleeves slowly raised by Mr. Sang in front of him seemed to have eternity in one thought, unmoved by the outside world.
To be continued...