Yunlun Mountains, above the Fourth Dragon Vein.

Xu Xiaoshou finally stopped crouching, patted the dirt on his beloved skirt, and stood up, looking at the precious meteor shower in the distance with lingering fear.

It didn't take long, but he felt like he had been lying down for a century!

"What a wonderful show..."

The Divine Sword Xuan Cang’s Luck Golden Dragon, the Semi-Saint Dao’s Heavenly Secret Formation, the arrow of the sinful bow that spans two realms, as well as the Holy Emperor’s remnant and the black dragon’s scales...

besides!

And the eight saintly slaves, the head of the saint slaves, who did not even show their faces but played everything into the palm of their hands!

"too strong."

"The peak combat power in this world is a bit frightening."

Xu Xiaoshou finished watching the battle and was very excited.

When he really encountered the peak battle, he was still in the final stage and was not even qualified to get involved in fighting.

I was not killed by the aftermath of the battle. I would like to thank both warring parties for their efforts in controlling me and not harming innocent people.

"Drunk on the water of the world, wake up with the immortal chacha..."

The faint singing and chanting of the Eight Deities familiar with the battle still lingered in his ears. Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a long time, but still did not recover from his absent-minded state.

He seemed to be able to understand why the Eight Masters had so many enthusiastic fans in the Eastern Sword God Heaven and even in the five continents.

This kind of person, this free and uninhibited fighting attitude, this kind of behavior that "takes off the clothes when the matter is over and hides the merits and fame"...

It’s hard not to attract people!

"This is the first time since his 'fall' that he has truly announced his comeback to the world, and it is just a side shot."

"It's hard to imagine how arrogant the Eight Masters at their peak were when they faced off against others in that glorious era..."

Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief, and when he came back to his senses, he saw the dozen or so members of the Xu Gang around him. They all stopped kneeling on the ground because of the holy power, and patted their clothes and stood.

Get up.

Everyone has not recovered from the battle in the sky just now.

Everyone is still recalling the vague singing sound composed by an unknown person after the war.

After a long time, a member of the Xu Gang held his sword, looked excited, and shouted hysterically: "The Eighth Sword Immortal, this is definitely the Eighth Sword Immortal. This battle between saints is really...

He’s taking charge!”

Xu Xiaoshou turned around and looked around. Without asking, he knew that this guy must be one of the ardent admirers of the Eight Masters.

Several people on the side were also attracted by the sound and turned their heads.

But I heard the members of the Xu Gang dancing and dancing with great passion: "According to legend, when the Eighth Sword Immortal was young, he would have no rivals wherever he went with his sword, one poem, one step, one sentence! Such freehand, free and unrestrained poems

, it’s definitely his doing, he’s back!”

This guy was so excited that he cried with joy. As he spoke, he held his hands on his spiritual sword and started whimpering:

"I know, I know, the Eighth Sword Immortal has never fallen. I have always believed that he is still alive!"

"Sure enough, he is back, he is really back!"

"Woooooooo..."

Xu Xiaoshou was silent as he watched, somewhat unable to understand why a dignified man and a dignified spiritual alchemist would be so fanatical about a person he had never met before, even caring about the other person's life and death.

There was obviously someone with similar thoughts on the side. He was born in the Central Region and was an orthodox spiritual refiner. Looking at the guy in front of him covering his face and crying, he smiled and said: "Why is this? I, a spiritual refiner, have no god in my heart."

Buddha, only pursue the holy path of Kangzhuang, why do you want to..."

"You know nothing!"

The swordsman gang immediately interrupted, holding up the sword in his hand, and said angrily: "When I was bullied by others in the clan, when I chose swordsmanship and was laughed at, when I stayed up all night practicing, and when I wanted to give up..."

"It is precisely because of the saying 'A sword comes from the east and a sword fairy' supports me and encourages me."

"This is faith!"

"People like you, who were born and grew up in a big family and a big influence, don't understand anything, so what qualifications do you have to judge me?!" His eyes were red and he was furious.

The orthodox spirit refiner was choked by the drink, and he shrank his head in confusion, saying: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you had such a past..."

The mountain suddenly became quiet.

Xu Xiaoshou still watched silently, and suddenly he had another interpretation of the influence of the Eighth Sword Immortal on the sword cultivation system, or on all "vulnerable groups" in this world.

Perhaps, people like the swordsmen in front of us worship not only the three words "Eight Masters", but also the kind of "preferring to surrender and pursuing freedom" behind these three words.

the spirit of.

"What's your name?" Xu Xiaoshou suddenly asked.

The swordsman, who was still wiping his tears, was a little startled when he heard the sound, but quickly reacted and replied: "Leader of the Clan Mu, my name is Li Yan."

"Li Yan..." Xu Xiaoshou murmured, walked over with a smile, stood on tiptoes and patted his shoulder, "Li Yan, come on, others may not believe you, but I believe in you. The power of faith,

It’s infinite!”

Li Yan was stunned for a long time, his spirit energy swayed, his tears dried up, he lowered his head and said: "Thank you..."

Xu Xiaoshou stopped looking at him and turned his eyes back to the sky.

The meteor shower fell, spreading the seeds of hope all over the sky. The figure in red clothes was still circling back and forth over the Yunlun Mountains, even if it couldn't form a formation, it kept intercepting it.

But there were always mistakes and omissions, which caused these treasures to fall into the Yunlun Mountains, a place of trial.

"How many Li Yans are there in this world?" Xu Xiaoshou thought sadly, then shook his head, abandoned distracting thoughts, and returned to business.

Hongyi couldn't stop the last wave of treasures from the Eight Masters.

Among them, there is the Demon Lord of Ten Thousand Arms, the Demon Sword who disappears into the invisible with the power of the Holy Emperor.

Not surprisingly, there is also the legendary source of canonization, the "Holy Source Crystal" - the original words from the Eight Masters.

Since these treasures may fall into the Yunlun Mountains, and they have no owners, the trialists will surely go crazy in search of treasures.

Then why do you still have to stand alone in this empty mountain and miss the opportunity?

"This wave of treasures can definitely delay a lot of time, making it impossible for Rao Yaoyao to distract his energy and continue to pursue the murderer. Hongyi is also afraid that these treasures will fall into the hands of the dark forces and create a powerful enemy for themselves.

, especially the 'Holy Origin Crystal'..." Xu Xiaoshou thought.

He didn't know why the "Holy Origin Crystal" had the prefix "The Origin of Sainthood" in the original words of the Eight Masters. Perhaps this thing could almost be equated with the "Daoji of Sainthood"?

But just because he didn't understand it didn't mean he wasn't moved.

After all, this is a treasure that can be specifically mentioned in the original words of Ba Zunzhen, and is ranked alongside the Demon Lord of Demon Sword and Ten Thousand Arms.

And now...

Those who are destined will get it!

Xu Xiaoshou was about to order an order to go out to search for treasures, and took advantage of the chaotic situation to stir up the muddy waters again.

At this time.

"drop."

The trial jade pendant made a sound.

Xu Xiaoshou frowned, took out his jade pendant, and saw the latest prompt:

"The battle for the Nine Dragon Veins, the second task is announced."

"Look for the treasures containing holy power scattered throughout the Yunlun Mountains, and submit them through the trial jade pendant. For each treasure submitted, you will receive 100,000 points."

"Additional attachment: Submit the treasure 'Holy Source Crystal' to get 100 million points; submit the 'Devil Sword· Ten Thousand Weapons Demon Lord' to get 100 million points."

The message is short and clear.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

This speed...

It’s too fast!

The manpower in red is not enough, so they directly regard "treasure hunting" as part of the trial itself, using the trialists in the Yunlun Mountains to search for treasures for them?

But, can it be done?

Next to them, a member of the Xu Gang sneered after reading the message, and said: "This is so shameless, and you still get 100,000 points? Which one is more important, 100,000 points or a treasure that contains holy power?"

"Yeah, but the last two rewards of 100 million points make my head buzz. If I really want to find them, and I don't have the ability to protect those treasures, maybe I will choose to submit them as soon as possible.

..." someone else said.

Hearing these words, Xu Xiaoshou narrowed his eyes.

The members of the Xu Gang could not see the clear and complete process of the previous confrontation between saints, so these people did not know that "treasures containing holy power" were not actually "holy treasures", but just "spiritual weapons and elixirs covered with a layer of holy power"

wait".

Therefore, after these people find the treasure and understand the truth, they may really have to choose to submit the treasure because of the accelerated trial process and the temptation of the "Holy Palace Trial Quota".
To be continued...