But when the situation changed and the Eight Masters appeared on the scene, the storyteller could no longer turn a deaf ear.

Adhering to the same idea as Haitang'er, if it really comes to a critical moment, I will risk my life to replace the Eight Masters.

But who would have thought that the scene of hundreds of giant Buddha statues rising into the sky and killing them with a single sword would end everyone's sadness.

The eight acquaintances are still the same eight acquaintances.

The Eighth Sword Immortal has never changed.

"This is too strong..."

The storyteller murmured, not even hearing Xu Xiaoshou's question. His eyes were filled with twinkling little stars, and the love in his eyes almost overflowed.

"This way."

Xu Xiaoshou pointed to the mirror in front of him.

In the picture, after the eight immortals flying in the air were out of Gou Wuyue's sight, their bodies began to tremble, and their hands and feet were obviously a little weak.

Immediately after several violent coughs, the blood was filled with fragments of the five internal organs, and he almost coughed out his lungs.

"elder brother!"

The storyteller immediately thought of the sequelae after his brother's attack, but before he could move, a begonia flower bloomed at the feet of the Eight Masters.

Under closure, the whole person disappears.

"Tsk tsk, you were a step too slow and your giegie was snatched~"

Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head and spoke in a teasing tone.

The storyteller glared at him angrily, and without any nonsense, he just made a move, and the two of them switched at the speed of light in the space crack.

The blade of turbulent void quickly disappeared.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that in just a few breaths, he returned to the ground and sensed the familiar energy of the great avenue.

"What is your ability?"

He became curious.

If you say this is space, it doesn't look like it.

After all, Xu Xiaoshou had seen Ye Xiaotian's space power before.

But it’s not a spatial attribute...

When Xu Xiaoshou thought about the ancient book space of the man in the red skirt, as well as the avenues and scenes that could be completely reproduced, this made no sense at all.

"The Mirror World."

The storyteller seemed to truly regard Xu Xiaoshou as one of his own, and he was unambiguous as he explained:

"To put it bluntly, their abilities are just mirror engravings, but with the cooperation of 'Yin Yang Life and Death?' and even treasures, they can use power similar to space."

"Understand?"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

Now he understood.

It turns out that the ancient book space is the power of "Yin and Yang Life and Death?", but the mirror worlds such as Lingzheze, Lijian Grassland, etc. were recreated by the storyteller himself.

Think about it this way.

Even if it's not space, such an ability is really terrifying!

"Mirror engraving..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt that none of the Saint Slaves were simple.

The abilities and treasures they possess enable each of these people to stand alone.

To put it bluntly, maybe,

If he didn't have such outstanding abilities, how could he be chosen by the Eighth Sword Immortal and become one of the nine Saint Slaves?

While I was thinking about it, the ground suddenly started to squirm.

Then, a Begonia flower bloomed, and Begonia'er appeared carrying Bazunzhen's figure who was so weak that his face was pale.

"Where's Mr. Sang? What should I say?"

Xu Xiaoshou didn't hesitate for a moment, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

Although he had been watching from the sidelines, he could clearly see that Cen Qiaofu was brought out by the Eight Masters, but Mr. Sang was still in Gou Wuyue's body.

"The second one is dead."

Bazunzhen seemed to be unable to speak even a single sentence. His lips moved a few times, and Haitang'er spoke for him.

"The 'Evil Sin Bow' of Ai Cang Sheng is one of the nine supreme artifacts created in the early days of Chaos. In terms of ranking, it is as famous as the 'Four Swords'."

"And Ai Cangsheng used the power of a semi-saint to shoot that arrow. It's lucky that he survived, not to mention the demonic energy. No one can break it!"

"He can't do it either?" Xu Xiaoshou pointed at the wilted Bazun and asked.

"He really can't do it." Haitang'er said seriously.

"Cough cough cough...poof!"

Bazunzhen seemed to be struggling to refute, but after coughing violently, a mouthful of blood sprayed directly behind Haitang'er's ear.

"Being cursed, passive value, +1."

"..."

The few people were silent for a few moments, and they all seemed to understand something.

"Leave first!"

The storyteller took the lead and waved his hand, indicating that this place was not a good place for conversation.

Several people nodded at the same time, the crabapple flowers bloomed again, and the figures disappeared.

The battle is finally resolved.

The bitter space left is all over the sky, and the scars are everywhere.

Even the heaven and earth were shattered. Even at this moment, the setting sun should be like blood and the west wind withered.

now.

Without him, I can only be quiet.

…

Bang bang bang...

Under the moonlight night, in the cave.

There were piles of bonfires and the crackling of firewood.

Xu Xiaoshou controlled Bai Yan with one hand, heating the barbecue for everyone, while using his "sense" to secretly peek at the people sitting around him.

Bazun, Haitang'er, storyteller...

There are two peak level slayers, plus one who can kill seven hundred white-clothed swordsmen and defeat the Eight Masters of the Moonless Sword Immortal.

Never for a moment did Xu Xiaoshou dare to imagine that he could be with such a big shot.

He didn't even dare to do this even in his dreams.

"Everything in the world is unpredictable, I'm afraid this is the time!"

In front of him were the three giants, and sitting next to him were the already awakened Lei Shuangxing, Lorelei, and his junior sister, Mu Zixi.

These people are much more interesting.

Luo Leilei made no secret of it, staring at Xu Xiaoshou with her big eyes, with amusement, teasing, and cunningness trying to make fun of her.

But with her senior around, she didn't dare to talk nonsense.

And in tears, this guy has disappeared since he was kicked to death by the bloody tauren transformed by Xin Gugu.

Apparently, the storyteller saved his life.

After taking a short rest, he is now half-resurrected.

The gray and blurry face was shimmering in the bonfire, and the direction of his head was facing Mu Zixi.

Mu Zixi only took a careful look at this ugly face, but did not dare to look at it any more, and shrank to the side of Xu Xiaoshou.

She was also thrown into the space debris flow by Mr. Sang and was rescued by the Storyteller.

At this moment, sitting facing the tears, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.

"Xu Xiaoshou, what does he keep looking at me for?"

Carefully passing the message, Mu Zixi simply moved his butt, using Xu Xiaoshou as a shield.

Xu Xiaoshou was concentrating on the game in his hand and using elixirs to make seasonings. He was showing off his "cooking proficiency" skills. He didn't think much about it. Hearing this, he immediately asked: "Why are you looking at my junior sister?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone turned their attention.
To be continued...