"Ajiejiejie..."

Xu Xiaoshou was floating in the air, his eyes turned white with a pair of dead fish eyes, watching A Jie with his "perception" and constantly pumping out the evil spirit in his body.

This process of pumping lasted for half a moment.

Finally, the black energy that was so full in his body weakened slightly that he could barely regain some consciousness.

"Yes, saved?"

He looked away.

Xu Xiaoshou saw the three terrifying figures clustered together in the distance.

Holy slaves, trio!

Who can withstand this?

If it weren't for the critical moment, with the help of Ah Jie's burst, he directly used the disappearing technique to release the restraints of the Four Swords on him...

If it weren't for the fact that the disappearing technique only has two states: activation and cancellation, and there is no need for the unconscious self to maintain the disappearing form in between...

If it weren't for the fact that the real target of the four swords was not himself, but that he was trying like crazy to strike into the body of the leader of the Holy Slave...

Xu Xiaoshou dared to say so.

At this moment, he was either dead or out of control.

Or, he might end up with the most horrific outcome - being targeted by both the Head Saint Slave and the Storyteller!

"Sinful..."

Xu Xiaoshou simply couldn't imagine why his trip to the White Cave was so difficult.

Sure enough, the source of all this ultimately comes down to the overwhelming self-confidence after devouring the original species of Jinzhao and the three-day freezing calamity?

If he hadn't thought about finding out what happened with the Four Swords at that time, and hadn't thought about the mission that Mr. Sang gave him that he didn't even care about...

"tired."

Xu Xiaoshou felt very tired.

Even that damn old man must have anticipated the outcome of the fight for the Four Swordsman.

Why was he so naive when he took the first step to Lijian Grassland?

That is the road to the abyss!

"Hide, hide."

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to climb to the sky and escape from here, but he didn't dare.

God knows if the storyteller would be very careful to banish this space when he arrived here.

If this is true, not only will he not be able to get out, but he will expose his position to the perverted man in the red dress when he reaches the critical point.

If so...

"Hide it!"

Holding Ah Jie in his hand, Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to think too much.

Feeling that the amount of evil spirit in his body was gradually decreasing and it was difficult to affect his actions, he lowered his head and fled directly to the ground.

…

After clearing his own negative state in front of the trio of saint slaves, Xu Xiaoshou's heart was beating wildly, even with the disappearing technique.

At the moment when he was escaping, he had already heard that the leader of the Saint Slave was paying all his attention to the so-called "Wen Ming" whom he had spoken out before.

"The swords have arrived. You said Wen Ming, where are the people?"

The masked man finished speaking, and the storyteller's reaction was obviously stunned.

"Yes, where are the people?"

He turned his head and glanced at Yousi Jian, and said hesitantly: "Theoretically, Yousi Sword is under Wen Ming's control and will not let go easily, and Wen Ming will not give up this peerless sword."

"After all, he is also an ancient sword cultivator, right?"

"but……"

The storyteller paused for a moment before Cenchofu immediately responded: "But with the four swords in such a state, how can he get rid of them?"

"Yes!"

The storyteller nodded and frowned, "So, he should have released the four swords early in the morning? But how could he realize that the four swords were moving?"

"Then Wen Ming, what's your cultivation level?" Cen Qiaofu suddenly asked.

"About Xiantian."

"Well, innate..."

"Huh? Innate?!"

Cenqiaofu's tone changed, and he turned to look at the turbulent white cave world in the far distance.

That's where the blasting begins.

The storyteller's words and the movements earlier were caused by the so-called Wen Ming.

"Are you sure he is just a genius?"

Cenjou asked again, his tone full of doubts.

"Forehead……"

The storyteller froze for a moment. He also turned his head to look at the movement behind him and said solemnly: "Yes... right?"

Seeing the disbelief on Cen Qiaofu's face, the storyteller added: "In short, he is not strong. He is probably innate. If he is exhausted, he is only at the level of a grandmaster, but his combat power should be comparable to...throne?" His voice became smaller and smaller.

.

Cenchofu's face darkened.

The storyteller had a headache, but he had to continue: "If we add some external forces, even if we encounter Zhan Dao... Well, what I mean is that in this white cave world, there are various constraints, so...

"

"?"

Cenjov slowly typed a question mark.

"Forehead……"

The storyteller wiped his sweat. He knew how unbelievable his words were, but he still insisted on finishing them.

"So, under various restrictions, Wen Ming should be able to compete with Zhan Dao..."

Cenjou's face turned from black to green.

"Are you serious?"

"serious."

"Aren't you kidding?"

"OK."

"Is this what you mean by 'not strong at all'?" Cenchofu almost burst his eyes.

"Huh~"

The storyteller breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You will know after you go and fight him. This kid is a bit evil."

As he said that, he turned to look at his brother, "Really?"

Cenjov also cast his gaze.

He didn't know before why the leader valued Na Wen Ming so much.

Even the Saint Emperor's layout used that guy as a chess piece.

But now, if all this is not exaggerated...

"Not the Grandmaster."

The masked man said: "When I first met him, he should have been in the acquired state. It has only been a few months. Is it a month?"

"No matter how talented you are, you won't be able to directly comprehend the realm of celestial phenomena and reach the level of a master."

"Theoretically speaking, Wen Ming, it's already pretty good to be able to reach the Xiantian Yuanting realm, or to be in the void at this time."

"Of course, we don't rule out that he may also have some opportunities to reach the Supreme Spirit..."

"Huh? What's your expression?"

The masked man said, seeing what Cenchofu was doing.

Cenjov could no longer close his jaw.

"That hedgehog, in the spiritual realm, can make such a big noise?" He pointed to the broken space behind him.

"Shangling, it's just a guess." The masked man said.
To be continued...