"Cross Street Corner."

Gou Wuyue seemed to have remembered something, and said solemnly: "Especially at the cross street corner, it is best to ask someone to make a big noise, but it should not be too obvious. For details, just ask for love for the people."

"Anyway, don't let that person come out."

Changyi's footsteps softened upon hearing this.

Cross street corner?

The "Cross Street Corner" in the City of the Dead Pagoda is said to be hung with the "Bloody Pope's Cross"?

"Is it to prevent the one with the title of 'Gate of Hell, God Called God'... to break through the world of mortals and fight against the Gate of Ghost... to come out?" Chang Yi swallowed hard.

Gou Wuyue nodded silently.

Then, he laughed and slapped Xiaoyi on the back with his backhand.

"What are you afraid of?"

"It's not like I'm asking you to go and guard it yourself."

"Besides, if the loving people are watching, as long as you bring my words to me, they won't be able to make waves, let alone come out." Gou Wuyue comforted her.

"yes!"

Changyi's voice was a little higher, almost breaking, as if he was trying to embolden himself.

"Don't go, there's more."

Gou Wuyue grabbed the helpless guy and asked: "How did the thing I asked you to do last time go?"

"What……"

Changyi was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted: "Senior, are you talking about Shenyue Immortal City?"

"Um."

Gou Wuyue nodded.

The last time he fought with Shengnu Wuxiu in Qinglong County, an Eighth Sword Immortal ran out in the middle, but he later concluded that the person was not him.

Therefore, Gou Wuyue gave the order to search the two peak ancient sword cultivating forces in the Eastern Region.

Of course it is impossible for Changyi to forget this.

"no result."

He first shook his head and summarized the conclusion, and then said in detail:

"According to the information fed back by the branches on both sides, the Sword Burial Tomb is still the same as before. You can't even get close to it, let alone go in."

"And the Semi-Saint Sword Intention inside is still brewing. Sword Immortal Wen Ting estimates that it is at the last moment and it is impossible to have time to go out for a walk on the mainland."

"So, rule out the possibility that the person buried in the Sword Tomb is pretending."

Gou Wuyue's breath dropped after hearing this.

"Wen Ting...have you actually come this far?"

He murmured, a little fascinated.

The golden-pink Nulan voice on his back trembled, as if unwilling to be outdone.

"Feel sorry."

Gou Wuyue patted the famous sword, and her voice was a little more sad: "It's not your problem, it's my own problem. It has indeed been neglected a lot over the years."

Changyi felt sweat dripping from his forehead and did not dare to answer the question.

He understood that since joining the Holy Temple, the Moonless Sword Immortal has been fighting in the east and west almost all the time.

The art of killing has indeed improved.

But true swordsmanship cannot be achieved by killing.

No, in the past, the Wenting Sword Immortal, who could only hide behind the Eighth Sword Immortal and couldn't even squeeze into the ten seats, has actually taken a step earlier and touched that level...

Of course, Changyi only dared to think about these words in his heart.

It is impossible for him to say it, whether from the standpoint of the Holy Temple or from the standpoint of Senior Wuyue.

He wiped his sweat at the speed of light and continued: "In addition, we also visited Shenyue Immortal City, but no one was willing to come forward at the beginning."

"It's possible that there really is no one."

"But there are more possibilities... after all, those guys were brought out by the registered disciples of the Eighth Sword Immortal. They have very tough tempers, and it is normal for them not to show up."

"It was only when we were about to copy them in the end that Senior Brother Kongtong was willing to show up."

"But as soon as he stood up, the conclusion was shattered again."

"After all, except for this registered disciple of the Eighth Sword Immortal who is qualified to imitate me, no one else has this ability at all." Chang Yi shrugged helplessly.

Gou Wuyue's thoughts were pulled back.

"Kongtong..."

"He still thinks of himself as senior brother?"

"Yes," Chang Yi looked a little respectful, "After all, the person in the world who least believes in the death of the Eighth Sword Immortal is the great disciple of the Eighth Sword Immortal who single-handedly created a new generation of ancient sword cultivators, Xiao Kongtong

!”

"Oh, little Kongtong..."

Gou Wuyue sneered and didn't take it to heart, "It's most likely him. He's dawdling. He's probably on his way back."

"Well."

Changyi's expression froze, how come these words are so subjective?

"Don't believe it?" Gou Wuyue was very interested, "If you don't believe it, let's make a bet?"

"What bet?"

"As long as you continue to ask people to block the gate of Shenyue Immortal City, I am sure that there will be no chance of the so-called 'Eighth Sword Immortal' appearing in the battle in Bai Cave. Are you willing to bet?"

Changyi was startled.

This method really works!

If in Qinglong County, Senior Brother Kongtong finally took action to save Saint Slave Wuxiu, then as long as Shenyue Immortal City was blocked, it would be difficult for the opponent to escape.

Expected this...

"I don't bet." Chang Yi shook his head resolutely.

"?"

"I can't afford to lose." Changyi rolled his eyes slightly, touched his waist, and tightened his underwear.

"Haha, forget it if you don't gamble."

Gou Wuyue's rare good mood was shattered, and some of her spirits were waning.

"Go for it!"

He waved his hand and said, "Don't forget everything I told you before."

"yes!"

Changyi then drank heavily and stepped back in large steps.

…

"laugh."

When Fang came to the tent door curtain, a soft sound cut through the void.

Changyi's pupils suddenly shrank and he turned his head sharply.

"who!"

Turning around with angry eyes, he saw a small space crack opening in the empty space in the center of the camp.

"Stowaway?!"

At this moment, Changyi's little heart lifted up in his throat.

The White Cave is broken?

A member of the Holy Slave came out?

"What are you doing for food!" He yelled immediately.

For a moment, there was a ping-pong-ping pong outside the camp, and someone immediately started making noises.

"With so many layers of double-teams, how is it possible for someone to be teleported directly to the main account?" Chang Yi was so angry that he almost wanted to strike a blow at the idiots outside.

Is this really trash?

The defensive formation is just for decoration?

"senior!"
To be continued...