He knew that Xu Xiaoshou's destructive power was quite powerful, and he got it mostly from Sang Laoer.

If I say I have seen it with my own eyes, then I have not.

After all, the battle with Gou Wuyue in the second half of the White Cave was what he had expected.

These things have nothing to do with Xu Xiaoshou.

The most surprising thing among them was that Ancestor Jinzhao would give up waiting and get in touch with Xu Xiaoshou in advance. This was something he never thought about.

But other than that, looking at Xu Xiaoshou’s journey, it seems to be okay?

Very destructive...?

The Eight Deities know how to be calm and calm.

He is planning to do something big, but for a small one, no matter how destructive it is, it will not be that big.

If you can't say it to the end, you have to rely on storytellers and others to add fuel to the fire.

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem that exaggerated.

"Token."

He said calmly: "Something is really going to happen to the token I gave you. Use the sword to communicate with it and I will get the response."

One word settled.

Xu Xiaoshou instantly felt like there was a high wall behind him.

The length and width of the wall are endless, and it is extremely thick.

It's the kind of person who can feel at ease once someone leans on him, to the extent that even if Gou Wuyue comes with a sinister face and sword in hand, he can still lie down and sleep on the ground.

"I remember."

Xu Xiaoshou stood up suddenly, grabbed his junior sister by the neck, and lifted her off the ground without even realizing it. He solemnly said: "If something happens, I will definitely contact you with electricity... Bah, I will contact you with swords."

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

Ba Zunzhen turned his head and glanced at Mu Zixi, whose neck was flushed red. An inexplicable force drove him to stand up.

After being silent for a long time, he always felt that there was something wrong with this whim.

Finally, he finally said something.

"Take it easy, try not to provoke anyone above the saint."

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes suddenly burst into light.

The meaning of this sentence is nothing more than those below the saint, including those who are too weak.

I, Xu Xiaoshou, am fearless?

"rest assured!"

After realizing this, Xu Xiaoshou clenched his fist heavily and said excitedly: "Dongtian King City is a big city after all. It is different from Baiku. I have a sense of proportion."

Mu Zixi turned her head forcibly, and when she saw her senior brother's appearance, she knew that he had drifted away.

She really wanted to speak out to admonish the Eighth Sword Immortal, but Xu Xiaoshou was so stuck that it was difficult to breathe. How could she say anything?

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

Bazun looked at the night and nodded slightly.

The goal had been achieved, so he didn't want to say anything more.

"It's good if you have some foundation."

After saying that, it was time to leave.

"etc!"

Xu Xiaoshou stopped the other party, "I can agree to all your conditions, but the prerequisite is that you give me a person."

The eight deities stopped knowingly.

"Um?"

…

Under the darkness of night, all those who had been sleeping woke up.

After learning that Xu Xiaoshou would not follow the main army, everyone was a little surprised.

Among them, the most surprising one is the eager storyteller.

"elder brother!"

"This is a gift carefully prepared for you. How can you give it away?"

He was very angry when he looked at Xin Gugu, who was weak on one side and had an earth-colored face, but was saved by "Yin Yang Life and Death?"

Of course, he doesn't need Xin Gugu.

This is just an insignificant tauren. At most, it is more fun and interesting to be reborn with blood.

But……

"Is this also available?"

The storyteller shook the paper in his hand and couldn't believe it.

He didn't know what the two men were talking about in the cave, and he didn't dare to eavesdrop.

But he never expected that the sealed ghost beast that his brother had coveted for a long time could be given to him at will. Is this a joke?

"Untie it and give it to him."

Ba Zunzun showed no emotion, as if the unopened gift was of no importance at all.

"No!"

The storyteller glared at Xu Xiaoshou so fiercely that he was so frightened that the latter shrank his head repeatedly and hid behind the Eight Masters, not daring to make a sound.

"You really don't want to give it?" Bazun's face darkened.

"People..."

"Woooooo~"

The storyteller rolled his eyes, and large tears fell from his cheeks, causing Cenchofu behind him to clench his fists tightly.

"Give it to him, I said so!" Ba Zunzhen said in a more serious tone.

The storyteller had no choice but to untie the space paper after giving Xu Xiaoshou a hard look.

"Chi~"

Gray mist spread instantly.

At this moment, everyone's expressions tightened.

The four giants of the Saint Slaves are all very human, so they can naturally feel the faint power of disaster mixed in the sealing mist.

Ba Zunzhen was a little surprised.

The person Xu Xiaoshou wants seems to be quite extraordinary?

Before the space paper was unraveled, he had no idea that the sealed ghost beast was inside.

As for the seal attribute, it seems that he knows it.

Is there only one person in the world?

The gray fog dispersed, and a serene woman in white appeared.

She seemed to have suffered a lot, and her face was as pale as paper. But when she saw everyone present, her expression was only slightly startled, and then her eyes fell on the young man behind Bazun.

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

Xu Xiaoshou came out and grinned: "Sister Mo, long time no see."

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

Xu Xiaoshou pulled his junior sister behind him and was about to step forward, but Ba Zunzhen suddenly said: "Feng Yujin?"

Mo Mo was startled: "Senior?"

She didn't know who the person in front of her was.

He seemed to have only innate cultivation, but there were several giants around him who were at least the throne level and above, and there was a faint tendency to lead him, so naturally he could only call him "senior".

"Call him out."

Bazun said in a calm voice, he is not one of his own, and he never shows his emotions easily.

"he……"

Mo Mo hesitated.

What do these people seem to know?

"Everyone knows."
To be continued...