Sang Lao smiled and said nothing.

Xu Xiaoshou immediately denied himself: "No, this is at the same level at best. What do you mean, above the Holy Temple?"

 He felt a throbbing in his heart.

 Inexplicably, a joke Caramel Sugar once said flashed through my mind.

 “The Holy Emperor sanctions, the Heaven suppresses?”

Sang Lao did not reply, but stood up suddenly, put on the straw hat, and looked into the distance with a solemn expression.

"coming!"

 Xu Xiaoshou: “……”

 Damn you old man, you are cheating on me at this critical moment!

 The chatter box has been opened so far, it’s almost gone.

 If you don’t talk, why don’t you play?

 Eh, that’s not right!

 Xu Xiaoshou suddenly woke up.

Even the semi-holy Dao Qiang Cang cannot directly mention his name, and can only be referred to as the Lord of the Dao Palace.

What if this world really has such a level, a level belonging to the Holy Emperor!

Is this something that I can just discuss innately?

Looking at Sang Lao’s dark figure with backlight, Xu Xiaoshou fell silent.

 Old man, there is no denying...

 Isn’t that enough to explain the problem?

"who!"

For a moment, Xu Xiaoshou glanced in the same direction as Mr. Sang, and his pupils shrank.

 In the "perception", a light blue light suddenly broke into the line of sight, and in the blink of an eye it stopped in the void, standing with a tilted sword.

 Gou Wuyue!

 Xu Xiaoshou was in a state of confusion.

This Moonless Sword Immortal, shouldn’t he be chasing the Eight Masters at this moment?

How is it possible to get here?

 Changed the target?

Looked at Sang Lao, then at Gou Wuyue, and then looked at the super-large Dragon Fusion Realm erupting from the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

 Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood something.

I hope this damn old man didn’t just come here to catch up with me.

 Chatting is just a way to kill time.

Even Yu Lingdi probably helped him escape from his origin.

His real purpose is to divert Bai Yi's attention and drag Gou Wuyue to this place, to this battlefield?

 At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou's emotions were complicated and difficult to express.

The image of eight acquaintances with bloody scabs under their masks came to mind.

Xu Xiaoshou understood that there must be a reason why the Saint Slaves have not allowed Bazun Shu to take action.

 In this situation, Cenqiaofu was held back, and the storyteller Haitang'er was not strong enough.

So, the rest...

“In the final analysis, he is still the second-in-command of the Holy Slave. Even if he has different aspirations, he can still share the same goals.”

“Sometimes, when others are unable to stand up and shoulder everything, the giant who could have relaxed his body has to choose to straighten his waist.”

Xu Xiaoshou thought, clenched his fists and kept pace.

Looking at the backlit figure in front of him, he looked a little skinny and malnourished, and his expression was solemn.
Chapter completed!