He knew too much about whether he listened or not at this time, Daoqiongcang could definitely make up for himself, because he must have prepared too much for the "confession" at this moment.

It is absolutely impossible to tell if he can tell.

The only person who can prove the true identity of the Saint Slave Lao Liu is not in the Daoqiong, but the rest of the Saint Slave Lao Liu who had truly seen it!

...

"Smile!"

Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts moved, and he turned into Xiao Kongtong outside Nanli. After confirming that he did not have the smell of Taoqiongzhuang urine on his body, he asked:

"Who is the sixth sage?"

Xiao Kongtong had been healing his injuries like Li Zhu, who had already been under a large amount of healing medicine in the Xing Realm. Seeing that the person coming was Xu Xiaoshou, he thought for a moment and said:

"Luo...oh, Six Paths!"

Um?

Xu Xiaoshou noticed something was wrong and pulled his big mouth with a big smile: "What did you want to say just now, what did Luo?"

"Luo..." Xiao Kongtong frowned, "The sixth building is responsible for the Western Regions Damo Ridge, code-named Liudao, and seems to be called 'Luojing'."

"You have seen this 'Luo Jing'!"

"No, I haven't seen him before. The Six Paths are very mysterious. Among the Holy Slaves, it is the highest secret. Maybe there are only teachers, seniors who are sleeveless, etc., to know his true identity... What's wrong? I suddenly ask this?"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but remain silent.

The eight masters left, and the old mulberry tea was cold.

The eldest son of the sage, the second son, I am afraid I can't understand the question. It seems that I can only look for the third son...

The third brother is fighting.

Xu Xiaoshou then found the third son's summoner.

Another thought was moved, but this time I didn’t find anyone in the central domain. Immediately, space and perception were used together, expanding the search scope to the five domains, and then matching the marking, I quickly located a place with very disordered spatial coordinates.

On a small island in the eastern region!

Aunt Xiang really knows how to hide, knowing that God Yi’s biggest shortcoming is not God Yi, but her, so she ran far away!

After a while, Xu Xiaoshou's incarnation was settled. He also confirmed that Aunt Xiang had no smell of urine on her body before she dared to ask straight questions:

"Who is the sixth sage?"

Aunt Xiang, who was reborn in the Buddhist temple converted into her own side courtyard, shook her body and turned around suddenly. After confirming that this person was Xu Xiaoshou, she breathed a sigh of relief and pinched her eyebrows and said:

"Six Paths."

As soon as these two words were released, Xu Xiaoshou finished thinking.

I’m afraid others don’t need to ask. I guess the answer is the same as Aunt Xiang—the same ten thrones, why can’t you even surpass a single answer?

"What's wrong?" Seeing Xu Xiaoshou's face full of worry, Aunt Xiang went up and pulled his face, "I'm so angry. Do you want Aunt to introduce you to you..."

"Who is Luo Jing?" Xu Xiaoshou interrupted her.

Aunt Xiang was stunned. Seeing that Xu Xiaoshou was extremely serious, she knew that this matter was very important, and her thoughts returned to the right track. After hesitating for a while, she said:

"It seems that there is a dumbfounded... Well, God also mentioned this name, but the third sage of the Holy Slave is God and not me after all. I didn't attend their last feast back then."

"The last banquet?" Xu Xiaoshou's thoughts moved.

"Yes!" Aunt Xiang's thoughts were also incisive and said to the point: "If you want to find the 'unknown', Auntie can only tell you that the nine sacred slaves are generally unable to get together, but before they went their separate ways back then, they had gathered together and had the last meal - that meal was so serious that God didn't bring me!"

"meal?"

"Yan passed away from the south, gathering and dispersing impermanently, and after passing through the bride, we will be at peace all the way." Aunt Xiang said lightly, "This is what the Eight Masters knew when the banquet was dispersed, and it was also the code word they would use to prove their own identities later."

...

"Yan..."

At the crossroads, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly spoke.

Daoqiongcang was stunned when he heard the sound: "What swallow?"

very good!

game over!

Xu Xiaoshou knew that the Eight Lords could avoid the guidance of the ancestor god, and this must have blessed some kind of power with the words of proof of identity.

But at this moment, Dao Qiongcang sneered: "Oh, you want to say this, suddenly a word came out for no reason. Who knows what you want to ask..."

After muttering, he spoke seriously again, pressed his hands on his chest and said passionately:

"Yan passed away from the south, gathering and dispersing impermanently!"

"After all the battles, we will be at peace all the way!"

The crossroads were suddenly silent, with only the low cat roar.

Xu Xiaoshou stared at Daoqiongcang, as if he wanted to see his true identity under his mask.

Daoqiong Cang met his eyes fearlessly, and he was not afraid of his shadow, not afraid of his fault, not afraid of his fault, not afraid of knocking on the door.

Finally, this guy had a flower in his body, his robe turned into white clothes, and his face turned from Daoqiong to Eight Zou An. He waved his hand slightly and left Xu Xiaoshou with a back:

"Split up."

It was like when he was sitting at that banquet, he had witnessed the last speech of the Eight Zun An, the first to leave, and in the end, the Nine Holy slaves and ten people went their separate ways.

——I don’t believe in this evil!

Xu Xiaoshou's consciousness escaped and found the storyteller. He looked close to his face. The first step was to verify whether the storyteller had a smell of urine.

After confessing to Daoqiongcang's great god's submission technique, he really did not dare to tamper with the Holy Slaves, and all the marks were destroyed long ago.

Of course, he was afraid that Xu Xiaoshouqiu would settle the score later, and of course he was also afraid that Bazunan would take revenge. He was very clear about this.

And the storyteller Ning Honghong, who is the one?

In terms of cultivation, combat power, and ranking of the nine-season slaves, today's storytellers are no longer the key.

But he has another identity!

He is the sworn brother of the Eight Masters. Others may be ambiguous about the "Feast of the Seal", and the storyteller will definitely know the origins and the origins of everything!

"Time is tight and the task is heavy. Storyteller, I have to offend you, so I won't ask. I want to search the soul directly." Xu Xiaoshou said concisely.

This is too offensive... The storyteller was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect to be so direct, but he covered his mouth and chuckled:

"Come on, if it's someone else, they will naturally not allow it, but if it's you, offend them as much as possible~"

Offended!

Xu Xiaoshou has no time to argue with the storyteller, read the soul, and skip a lot of past memory fragments.

Soon, the specific picture of the banquet was accurately found, but he had to break through the sword chanting restriction left by the Eight Lords and verify his identity before he could see the picture.

"Very good, with the power left by Eight Zun An, the authenticity is guaranteed..."

It was an antique room. The dim sunset glow came in from outside the window and sprinkled on the marten carpet on the ground. A kind of sadness of parting had already spread in the air.

On the long mahogany table in the center, there were dozens of dishes with colors, fragrance and flavor, but no one used to move his chopsticks. On both sides of the long table were familiar or strange figures.

Sitting north and south, wearing white clothes on the main seat, holding a cup high, and talking about the secluded feelings, the eight masters are undoubtedly familiar with it.

On his left hand, the second-in-command Sang Qiye showed his true face, and a straw hat was placed on the table.

Opposite Mr. Sang was drinking, with his three-in-command Shen Yi, who was drinking, his chest was open and his muscles were tangled. He was even taller than others.

The second and third leaders sat opposite each other, and they were in turn one by one. The main and the second were clearly distinguished. Obviously, no one dared to do anything at this last banquet.

Xu Xiaoshou looked along and saw that there was the fourth saint slave, Cen Qiaofu, the small fairy axe, and the fifth saint, with a golden beast face on his face, all of whom were acquaintances.

The water ghost is the seventh storyteller, wearing a red dress, but she covers her face and she feels crying.

The other side is eye-catching, but not the sixth one, but a pair of twin women, one black and one white, born with extremely beautiful appearance, but also crying. I think it is the eighth one, the black and white Yezi of the Flower and Grass Pavilion in the southern region.

The lower position of the storyteller, that is, sitting on his right hand, is Haitanger, who has met once in the Baiku. It is undoubtedly the ninth seat, and each of them can be determined.

Xu Xiao was most concerned about the sixth seat just opposite the storyteller!

He turned his back to the window, his hands were crossing his chest, and the glow was lit behind him. He could not see his face clearly because of the backlight. In addition, the storyteller was crying and he didn't look at him directly.

Xu Xiaoshou changed his mind and jumped out to see.

He almost magnified the storyteller's memory. He grabbed a glimpse of the shocking glory and could see the picture of the sixth front face and stared at him one by one.

The sixth sage slave is not the Taoist sky!

The man had a long face, white and straight nose, and his nose was very high. He was slightly lowering his head, his eyelids were also hanging down, and his right hand was pinching his chin. I don’t know what was wrong.

The Eight Masters talked freely in the main position, flowing downwards according to the memory rhythm of the storyteller.

Xu Xiaoshou called out a few times, but Lao Ba did not respond.

This proves that even if the Eight Masters are familiar with the ancestors, they cannot interfere with the memories of the people in the Holy Spirit Continent.

The power of the ban on the Zero Ancestor God is still there, and only the one who has mastered the sword will be allowed to be able to break it.
To be continued...