"This is the Eight Masters!"

A few words, full of heroic spirit.

Everyone felt relieved, as if they had seen the Eighth Sword Immortal who was so high-spirited and defeated all the world, and they could also see the Eighth Sword Immortal who is now down and out, but still content and contented.

However, it doesn't matter whether it is a heavenly immortal with "three breaths of innateness and three years of sword immortality", or a banished immortal who has returned and refined his spirit the day after tomorrow.

From the sentence "How can I not be so happy", we can see that his state of mind has never been troubled.

Success and failure seem to be nothing more than a life experience in his eyes, and everyone can be happy.

Not pleased, not to have compassion.

This state of indifference and detachment is surprising.

The way of swordsmanship, the way of spiritual refining, and even the three thousand great avenues... cultivators may need talent, perseverance, or opportunity.

But no matter what, "heart" is the most indispensable.

"How can you not be free and happy when you become a banished immortal?"

Many spiritual masters murmured this sentence, and they vaguely understood why the Eight Masters were the Eight Masters, and they could only become the Eight Masters, but they could only feel ashamed.

If a person with such a Taoist mind only uses three parts of his talent and three parts of his efforts, how can he not be able to achieve something?

This is what God chases and feeds!

Even if he is not proficient in sword cultivation, he will master it in other ways at a certain moment, right?

"How can you not be free and easy? How can you not be free and easy..."

Above the void, the condescending sky was blocked by a word, but even he wanted to clap his hands and scream in admiration.

He really didn't expect that Ba Zunzhen could easily resolve and counterattack the few words he made that were explicit and implicit.

But think about it carefully...

Too!

Is this guy an ordinary person? His mood fluctuates for a few words from outsiders?

Unlike Rao Yaoyao who externalizes his emotions, Xu Xiaoshou is flexible and flexible. No matter how downcast he looks now, the arrogance in his bones has never weakened.

This can be seen from the three words "banishing the immortal":

He never thinks that he has failed, he just comes to the mortal world temporarily to experience the world of mortals.

When the deadline is up, he will finally soar to the sky, one foot high.

"What happened back then really had no impact on him at all?"

"Everyone thinks that he has been in decline for thirty years. Is there a possibility that... he just actively slowed down and chose another path of cultivation?"

Dao Qiongtian had miscellaneous thoughts in his mind, and his thoughts turned elsewhere, as if he had glimpsed the thoughts of the Eight Masters.

If it were anyone else, he would never believe that someone could take the initiative to make such a choice and choose silence.

If you are familiar with the eight deities, everything is possible.

So, is there anything worthy of the eight masters of "Three Breaths of Innateness, Three Years of Sword Immortal"? Instead of entering the country quickly, they choose to spend more than thirty years to accumulate, just to accumulate more and more, and become a blockbuster?

After Dao Qiongcang's thoughts were settled, the child's hole slowly enlarged.

He shook his head slightly and said to the person below in a rather sad tone:

"Ba Zun Shu, Ba Zun Shu, what should I say... I am truly worthy of you?"

"Now that you have reached this point, do you think you can do it?"

——What is the Taoist Palace Master talking about?

In such a vast battlefield, no one could understand what Dao Qiongang was saying and what he was saying.

On top of the ruins, Ba Zunzun just chuckled, bent down in the rubble, and picked up a fistful of sand with his left hand with only four fingers.

Everyone looked at him, not knowing why he was doing this. Even Dao Qiongtian was confused.

When the Eight Masters straightened up again, they only gently released their four fingers, letting the wind roaring around the world after the war carry away the quicksand on their fingertips little by little.

Until the gravel was almost gone, a small, black, seemingly lifeless worm appeared in his palm.

The world is quiet, even the wind is waiting.

Bazun's fingertips gently stroked the cold black insect, slowly closed his eyes, and said calmly:

"Chen Sha doesn't know what Panding is, and Chun Chong doesn't know what eternal life is... So, I don't know how to talk to you about this matter."

"In your world, I am too crazy. In my eyes, this is a normal step. Take a step forward."

Ba Zunzun took a step forward, raised his head, and looked at his former opponent in the distance.

After a long time, he laughed out loud, but in the end he couldn't say anything more:

"How can a summer insect talk about ice? It scolds the turtle and laughs at the Kunpeng!"

"Whatever you think!"

This time, let alone Dao Qiongang, everyone could hear the disdain in the words of the Eight Masters.

I’ve long heard that the Eighth Sword Immortal is crazy!

But few people can imagine that one day they will be able to experience this wanton and arrogance firsthand.

Even the gods and ghosts in the sky are not from the same world in his eyes.

He actually thought that Dao Qiongcang couldn't understand him because his level was not enough?

"hiss!"

All the onlookers in the venue took a deep breath, and couldn't help but become more curious about what the Eight Lords were up to.

What is it that even the Dao Palace Master cannot accept?

Bigger than the sky, more difficult to calculate than the Void Island situation, imagine?

Only in the distance, outside the office, hugging Lei Xi'er who was still sleeping soundly, Xu Xiaoshou, with a few strands of silver hair held up by the wind in her red lips, could vaguely understand what Dao Qiongcang said.

I still remember that after the battle in the Eighth Palace, the Saint Slaves shrank into a dark cave.

At that time, the Eight Masters were still guiding Xu Xiaoshou.

Even when she was still Mu Zixi, Lei Xi'er eavesdropped on the conversation between the two.

When talking about the meaning of "unless you become a saint, you will always be a slave", Ba Zun once mentioned the reason for his canonization:

"The Holy Emperor is too hopeless, and the Holy Emperor has no way to save himself."

"So I want to become a god. I just wait for the day when I draw my sword again and cut this filthy world into a bloody mess."

At that time, Xu Xiaoshou and even Mu Zixi thought that such remarks were too high-spirited and false, and they later regarded them as a joke.

Is there any situation that the Half-Saint and the Holy Emperor cannot break?

Now that the battle on Void Island is over, Lei Xi'er believes that if Xu Xiaoshou wakes up again, he will be like himself and understand that the Eight Masters have never joked about it.

"Feng Shen..."

"Go beyond the semi-saint, the holy emperor, and point directly to the realm of being a god and an ancestor..."

"Is this his ambition?"

Lei Xi'er pursed her lips silently and glanced down at Xu Xiaoshou in her arms.

She felt that if she had only relied on herself, she might never have such a crazy idea in her entire life.

But with Xu Xiaoshou here, thinking about it at this time, I can calmly accept this crazy existence.

Those who are sleeping soundly in their arms may have no less ambition than this.

On the horizon, there are not many good colors left on Dao Qiongcang’s face.

Precisely because he valued it, he could not turn a deaf ear to the words of the Eight Masters and ignore them like what others said.

But when I think about it carefully, it’s still too irritating!

After so many years, the Eight Masters are still so arrogant, even the other heavens have not been able to enter their Dharma eyes?

Oh, how noble!

Dao Qiongcang sneered, and soon regained his composure, saying without comment: "Every line is like a mountain, I can only wish you success."

"But I can't wish you success!" Bazun Sisui retorted and pointedly said, "Saobao old man, I don't know others, but I know a little bit about your thoughts..."

After a pause, Bazun glanced in the direction of Lei Xi'er. To be precise, he looked at Xu Xiaoshou, and then slowly shook his head:

"I advise you, it's best not to."

Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

At the right time, Xu Xiaoshou, who was in Lei Xi'er's arms, squeaked and opened his eyes, just in time to catch the gaze of Bazun Shi as he moved away.

"Are they talking about me?" He "perceived" and understood the whole scene.

"Are you awake?" Lei Xi'er was surprised.
To be continued...