"The one who holds the sword has no god in his chest and no Buddha in his heart..."

"One sword is supreme. Those who disobey will be beheaded, and those who disobey will be beheaded..."

"Where the Tao is, the heart longs for it, and the body is as tall as a sword, higher than the sky..."

Gou Wuyue staggered for a few steps, looking at the figures of the eight masters slowly leaving, and the scene of the two getting acquainted on the eve of the ten battles came to mind.

At that time, Wuyue Sword Immortal was famous all over the world.

The title of the Eighth Sword Immortal has gained a great reputation in the Central Region.

The two cherished each other, and Gou Wuyue asked what a sword was. The eight masters knew a few words and gave their answer.

It is true that there is no god or Buddha in the heart, only the god of nature holds the sword.

Swordsmen who pursue the top never have so-called faith, or their faith is just the sword, just themselves.

Once something hangs over the head, the sword's path will be inexplicably blocked.

Gou Wuyue understands this truth.

The Eight Masters at that time were familiar with the same principle.

But now, after not seeing each other for decades, the two sides parted ways.

One person became the leader of the Holy Slave, and the other became the leader of the Holy Temple.

It seems that everyone has his own ambitions and goes his own way.

But if you take a closer look, you will see that the eight acquaintances are still the same as before. The eight acquaintances are one foot tall in the sky, and the eight acquaintances are the first of the holy slaves.

Along the way, even if he was defeated by Hua Changdeng's sword, there was still nothing that could hang above his head.

But what about yourself?

The golden Buddha's light dissipated, leaving only hundreds of floating corpses in the field, with blood flowing into rivers.

Gou Wuyue looked up at the sky, and he saw the sky that had been shattered by the sword of the Eight Masters.

But behind the sky is a majestic holy mountain hanging above his head.

Guizhe Holy Mountain!

There is nothing above the head of the eight masters.

There is far more than one person on top of him.

"Afraid of bowing your head? My Dao Tian is too low..."

Gou Wuyue hummed, his eyes a little distracted.

He suddenly understood why Bazun Shu shook his head frequently and always had a non-committal attitude towards his repeated questions.

What the other party's slightly curved back carries is the entire sky, the suppression of the avenue, and the saint's lowered eyes.

Even so, he still dared to say "I bow down in sincerity and fear, my way is too low."

This also shows that even when Hua Changdeng cut off two of his fingers and beheaded him with his three swords, he still didn't take it to heart.

It can even be said that after so many years of suppression by the ban on military force, all parties have been coerced and suppressed.

The eight saintly slaves who were well versed in leadership did not take it to heart at all, and even had a casual attitude of dismissing it and ignoring it in vain.

He is not afraid!

But what about yourself?

Gou Wuyue lowered her eyes and saw the sound of the famous sword Nulan on the ground.

"Maybe he is right?"

While asking questions in her heart, Gou Wuyue suddenly woke up.

With a move of his hand, he took the famous sword with a clang, and then shouted loudly to the retreating figure: "Bazun, do you know the final consequences of going against those people?!"

Click.

Bazun stopped and didn't look back.

"Why don't you know?"

The dead branches have been broken.

How much force can a mere broken branch withstand when the giant Buddha is chopped down?

My hands are empty.

Ba Zun stroked the concave scar on his thumb and smiled casually.

"But what?"

"The opposition... has started since those three swords. Even if they don't come to me, I will go to them one day."

"By then, if you haven't woken up yet, the souls killed by my sword will save your life."

silence.

Gou Wuyue returned in vain, his questions were like a stone sinking into the sea, and what he got was an expected ripple of slight shock.

Too.

If that person's ambition is still there, if his soul has never been killed by Hua Changdeng's three swords.

Shouldn't this be a reasonable response?

Or maybe, what happened here is really just a signal.

After all, although the movement was loud, what the eight deities were familiar with were just dead branches randomly picked up from the ground.

And what he prepared was something that even the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past would have spent decades to accumulate strength for.

The sword has been hidden for many years. How dazzling will it be when the real sword light comes out?

Gou Wuyue looked at the eight masters walking away step by step, and suddenly thought of something, causing the eight masters to fly up, and burst into laughter for a moment.

He sometimes envies such people.

But people are in a situation where they can’t help themselves.

Even the Sword Immortal, Taixu, could only look at the scenery outside the cage with envy.

"Who doesn't yearn for freedom?"

He murmured and looked back at the corpses everywhere. Even Gou Wuyue could not help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Capture a Sang Qiye and die in white clothes.

This is because of the demonic energy of loving the common people, a reason that the Eight Masters cannot yet explain.

Otherwise, it is very likely that this battle will really result in nothing.

Recalling the flash of holy power at the last moment, Gou Wuyue felt helpless.

"Seal the sword until old age, and I will become a saint."

"I don't know how long it will take to break through to Xiantian and then return to nature..."

He flicked his sleeves and a figure appeared.

As soon as Yuzhi Wenfu landed, he was frightened by the headless corpses all over the ground.

"this!?"

"Do not ask."

"ha?"

"That's what you see."

"?"

"Let's go, it's time to change the scene." Gou Wuyue seemed to have aged several dozen years suddenly and laughed at herself, "This time, should I receive the reward or the punishment... Well, accept..."

He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yu Zhiwen quickly followed up.

Gou Wuyue suddenly stopped, turned around and said, "When you go back, tell me everything you know about that little stone...Xu Xiaoshou."

Yu Zhiwen was startled.

For a long time, his eyes rolled and his pupils blinked.

"good."

…

In the cracks of space.

"Is this the giant Buddha beheading?"

Behind the red-dressed storyteller, cat-waisted Xu Xiaoshou suddenly poked his head out.

After he was thrown away by Mr. Sang, he was rescued by the storyteller, and they were supposed to leave at the same time.
To be continued...