"That's your goal."

The masked man said angrily: "If you don't become a saint, you will always be a slave!"

slave?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the shackles in his mind were suddenly lifted, and he seemed to understand something.

In the past, he could always feel the existence of this layer of confinement, but he couldn't put it into words and couldn't explain what it felt like.

but now……

"Holy slave, holy slave, unless you become a saint, you will always be a slave?"

"So that's what it means?"

yes!

Isn't the fact that I am wandering around and hitting walls everywhere a true reflection of my lack of strength and the fact that I can only be a slave?

Those strong men who are so powerful in the chess game, no matter how majestic they look, are just chess pieces, a "slave" in someone else's hands, aren't they?

"If you don't become a saint, you will always be a slave..."

Xu Xiaoshou murmured and asked: "Holy, what is it again?"

He thought of the embarrassed saint.

Once you become a saint, can you really escape from slavery?

The masked man paced with his hands behind his back, looking slightly upward, looking at the patter of rain on the horizon: "Saint means a saint."

"Broken down, they are the realms above Taixu, that is, the Half Saint, and the Tenth Realm Saint Emperor."

"Only when you reach this point can you be considered to have half a foot on the top of the world..."

The masked man said "Hmm" and added: "Really, on top of the world!"

Half a foot... Xu Xiaoshou heard the voice of his words, and the image of the embarrassed saint flashed through his mind again, and couldn't help but ask: "Then if you become a saint, you can really be free?"

At this sound, Cenjou Fu, the storyteller, and the masked man all cast surprised glances.

"how?"

Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back in fear, "What's wrong?"

"Can you ask this question..."

The masked man was thoughtful and said, "Have you seen someone?"

"who?"

"Where's your Yan Python? Let me take a look." The masked man stretched out his hand.

Xu Xiaoshou hesitated immediately and refused to take it out.

"join member fee?"

This is too expensive!

The masked man suddenly had a black line on his forehead: "No! Just take a look."

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou reluctantly took out the famous sword Yan Python.

"It's true..."

The masked man took the famous sword.

The famous sword trembled wildly for an instant, but after a palm stroke, it completely quieted down and let out a joyful cry.

Xu Xiaoshou was surprised, but didn't say anything.

When a famous sword recognizes its master, it is inherently repulsive to other people.

But if the person in front of me is really...

"Why does it listen to you?" Xu Xiaoshou still couldn't hold back his curiosity.

He remembered that when he touched Su Qianqian's tomb named Chengxue, the sword slipped and flew directly back to its owner without giving him a chance.

The masked man laughed and said, "The famous sword is also psychic. If you want to make friends with it, it will naturally not object."

"Is it really that simple?" Xu Xiaoshou was a little confused.

"Of course not."

The masked man smiled and handed the sword back, "But if I really want to make friends with it, will it dare to refuse?"

"..."

This time Xu Xiaoshou was choked to death.

He took the sword and felt a sense of relief-like joy from Yan Mang.

This sword was in the masked man's hand just now. Was he nervous?

"There is such a breath."

The masked man tightened his fingers, turned back to look at Cenchofu and said, "That's him."

Cenjov nodded.

Even though he still didn't believe it, he completely understood it at this moment.

The young man in front of me may have more potential than he sees.

As long as you like the first seat, that's all.

Did the Holy Emperor of Void Island really fall in love with this person?

horrible!

"What do you mean? Is there any secret that others don't know?" The storyteller looked at the two of them flirting with each other in front of him and became very angry.

The masked man did not explain, but looked at Xu Xiaoshou and answered the question he just asked.

"Becoming a saint does not necessarily mean you can break free from the prison."

"After all, there are probably more than one pair of eyes in the sky staring at you all the time."

Xu Xiaoshou looked up again and saw the rain curtain.

He already knew that the masked man was not lying.

After all, the message "Attention" that refreshes every once in a while in the information bar basically has no other explanation except that it comes from the rain curtain in the white cave.

“It’s hard to cry with a single palm, but it’s hard to destroy mountains.”

The masked man stared at the Nine-Tian Rain Curtain and said seriously: "The cages that Du Sheng cannot break open, once the number increases, they will not be able to lock them in."

Xu Xiaoshou felt a little ridiculous.

It’s already difficult in the semi-holy city.

In this world, how can there be so many saints for you to find and organize?

A fantasy!

But then he thought again and recalled what the masked man had said.

How many talented people are there in the world?

Is it true that everyone can only stop at cutting the path, Taixu?

more than this.

Why can the Taoist Hall Master of the Holy Temple be so powerful as a half-saint that he is above the rest of the world?

Isn't the Holy Emperor the pinnacle of combat power in this world?

Xu Xiaoshou, who had already understood the situation of some of the top experts in the Holy Spirit Continent, had doubts about this statement for the first time.

Or the sky is more than a semi-saint realm.

Or, the caramel candy metaphor at that time was not a metaphor!

"I have one more question, the last one." Looking at the masked man's expression that said nothing, Xu Xiaoshou spoke up again.

"explain."

The masked man looked away from the nine-day rain curtain. He really didn't want to say any more.

But as for the last one...

That’s it, let’s answer it again!

Xu Xiaoshou crossed the Yan Python in his hand and flashed in his mind the figure of Su Qianqian who seemed to have grown up overnight after the sword was taken away. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

"What's the problem?" The masked man turned around.

"sword."

Xu Xiaoshou paused for a moment and then asked firmly: "As for the famous sword, why did you want to...take it away?"
To be continued...