"..."

The whole place was quiet.

There was silence.

At this moment, everyone realized that the scene where Yin Cao and all ghosts were dead just now was the real illusion!

A magic sword technique that surpasses the flower fairy eye illusion technique!

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

His "perception" can see through the slightest bit of reality in the flower fairy's eyes, but he can't see through the sloppy uncle's illusory swordsmanship at all.

Recalling what this man had said just now, "It's just a matter of doing whatever you want," he now felt that this uncle was the real bunker.

This is illusion!

…

"Illusion swordsmanship?"

On the other side, Yin Cao swallowed his saliva and struggled to speak.

On his face he had the frailty of surviving a catastrophe, but he had no hope of a happy future.

Just looking at the moment, Yin Cao's fairy eyes met the uncle's turbid eyes, and they completely lost their color.

It's obviously like a phoenix to a native chicken.

At this moment, the native chicken is superior!

"Yeah." The uncle just nodded.

"Are you really an expert?" Yin Cao asked again.

"Yeah." The uncle nodded again.

"..."

Yin Cao couldn't ask any more questions and fell silent.

The uncle then said: "Since you have died once, you can finally answer my question! Where is the underworld?"

Yin Cao felt powerless.

How to fight this?

This man's phantom sword technique is so powerful that even the Flower Fairy Eyes can't resist it.

It turns out that what Mr. Huang Quan said was actually true...

It's not like having the Lei Family Pupil and reaching the level of Zhan Dao, you won't be afraid of Taixu, or even with the help of the Holy Blood, you can defeat Taixu.

There are many geniuses in this world.

Some people only practice one type of move throughout their lives until they reach the pinnacle.

All pupil skills are false.

He can defeat all kinds of magic with just one power!

Looking at the sloppy uncle in front of him, Yin Cao actually still didn't believe that this man was the Eight Masters.

But it doesn’t matter if it’s not the Eight Masters.

He is said to be one of the Seven Sword Immortals, and Yin Cao now feels that this person is worthy of such a name.

Illusion swordsmanship is known as the most difficult skill to practice among the nine swordsmanships.

It's simply terrifying that this person can cultivate to such an extent!

"Lord Huangquan..."

Yin Cao pursed his lips, as if he was planning to no longer resist and reveal the location of Master Huangquan.

Never thought.

The next second, everyone heard him scream: "Help me!"

The whole audience was shocked.

At this moment, even the sloppy uncle was shocked by such a sexy operation and could not react for a while.

And at the same time.

Hundred Ghosts were also behind and exclaimed:

"Lord Huangquan, save me"

Not only did he express his reputation, but it also contained a hint of grievance and reluctance.

But in the end, both of them shouted.

After the sloppy uncle came to his senses, his face suddenly became serious. He put his two fingers together and cut forward, as if he really wanted to cut off Yin Cao's head.

However, at this moment, ripples in the void flooded, and the power of time and space suddenly emerged.

A weak golden light rose from the two Yamas calling for help.

The uncle's sword finger scratched Yin Cao's throat, as if it had been cut into a different dimension.

Even his hands passed directly through Yin Cao's body.

"The power of time and space?" the sloppy uncle was surprised.

Then he watched the two of them being swallowed up by the black hole under the influence of the power of time and space, and their bodies disappeared directly on the spot.

"Run away?" Jiang Chaotian's eyes were splitting from behind.

Young Master Jiang’s three-year-old eyes have not been recovered yet.

The two kings of hell ran away?

He immediately stepped forward, but apart from passing through the original space where Yin Cao was located, he was unable to capture even a trace of his enemy's clothes.

When he landed, Jiang Chaotian seemed to have aged dozens of years.

It seems that from beginning to end of this battle, his appearance was just a superfluous character.

From the storyteller, to the first eight acquaintances, to the two kings of hell, to the second eight acquaintances...

No one in the audience paid much attention to the killing method of the Semi-Saint Jiang clan!

It can even be said that it is ignored...

Jiang Chaotian felt like something was wrong with the world.

When did Zhan Dao's sense of existence become so slim?

But after realizing that he was in a dead end, he thought about it again and realized what kind of whirlpool he was in.

The Holy Slaves, two of the eight acquaintances, plus the Hell Organization, which has two supreme artifacts as its leaders and specializes in collecting pupils from the Tears...

This was simply not a situation that he, Jiang Chaotian, could intervene in.

In other words, the entire Jiang family is the only one who can interfere in the affairs here.

Except for semi-saints.

The weakest one must be too cultivated!

"Snapped."

Thinking of this, Jiang Chaotian slapped his forehead and lowered his eyelids.

He understands the truth.

But what should Mr. Jiang do?

This is called Jiang Chaotian. How can he return to the Jiang family and give an explanation?

…

the other side.

"interesting……"

The sloppy uncle touched the space, feeling the remaining power, and murmured to himself:

"Such a strong power of time seems to have only been felt by Kong Yuhen."

"But he still has the power of space attributes..."

"interesting!"

The sloppy uncle murmured, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining: "This Huang Quan is not too powerful at all!"

He has no control over the three members of the Jiang family.

Since the two kings of hell were rescued from the air, it was unexpected.

Then there is only one person left here who is worthy of uncle's concern.

"Eight Masters?" The uncle turned his head and looked at Xu Xiaoshou amusedly.
To be continued...