Chapter 577

When Su Moyu said these words, there was a silence in the field.

Then a man asked with a fake smile and a trembling voice, "alliance leader, you're telling a joke, aren't you?"

But the fake Su Moyu over there just laughed wildly.

The old man in Tianhe looked at him, his face getting whiter and whiter, and said in a trembling voice, "I can't imagine... I can't imagine that Su Moyu, the dignified scattered man, actually took refuge in the man behind the scenes!"

After listening to this sentence, the fake Su Moyu suddenly lowered his head and looked at the people: "up to now, I don't need to hide any more. I'm not a scattered Su Moyu. The reason why I pretended to be him is because I need an identity to bring you guys to Baiyang mountain!"

"Who are you?" the Tianhe old man's face changed greatly at this time. Now he knows that Su Moyu, a scattered man, is actually a liar.

"I don't have a surname. My master ordered me to hold the wind flag, and I'll be called the wind slave!" the fake Su Moyu said with a grim smile.

"Master? Who is the master of your house?" old Tianhe had listened to him several times before he remembered and asked.

But the wind slave smiled and said, "you don't deserve to know. Just wait here and die!"

Then there was another laugh.

At this time, a man in the crowd suddenly pulled out his knife, pointed to the wind slave and said, "I don't care what master or not, you'd better let us out now, or we'll kill you!"

"Kill me? It's up to you?" said the wind slave with a disdainful face.

"Even if I can't do it alone, we still have so many companions. Is it enough to deal with you alone?" the man shouted loudly.

Everyone nearby agreed: "yes, even if we fight alone, we can't beat him, but so many of us will never lose!"

When they were ready to attack the wind slave, they saw the latter smile and say, "do you think it's just you and your companions?"

When this sentence came out, everyone was stunned.

At this time, a sudden thunder fell in the air, cleaved on the man who drew the knife, and directly blasted it into a lump of coke.

"Feng Nu, why are you beaten so badly?" a woman in the air said with a laugh.

"Who makes this guy not practice well at ordinary times? He is the weakest of the eight of us, but he has to compete for the first in everything." another man's voice came out in the crowd. While he was talking, a fire suddenly lit up in the crowd, burning several practitioners into coke in an instant.

"Reinu, fire slave, take care of your mouth!" the wind slave scolded angrily.

"Feng Nu, if you kneel down and beg me, I will cure your wound immediately." another woman's voice sounded.

"I think he might as well be dead..." a male duck said in a voice.

These voices came from all directions, and soon three women, four men and seven people gathered to the side of the wind slave.

On the other side, the faces of the practitioners in Zhongzhou, led by old Tianhe, changed again and again.

They could see that each of the seven new people was no weaker than the wind slave.

The wind slave alone has a lot of difficulty to deal with. If these eight people work together, they have almost no chance of winning.

At this time, Su Moyu and Lou Lan quietly hid in the corner and watched everything here.

After seeing these eight people appear, Su Moyu's eyebrows are a pick.

Now he finally understood what the dangerous smell he had felt before meant.

The cultivation of these eight people is to silence the upper realm, and Su Moyu is very familiar with their breath.

Each of these eight people has practiced a skill on the eight immortals flag of ancient times.

And their names all have a word "slave". When I think about it, I understand that these eight people are slaves accepted by the madman and take charge of the Taigu eight immortals flag for him.

Seeing this, Su Moyu realized why the madman could quietly and continuously destroy Zhongzhou sect under the pursuit of the black feather king.

It turned out that these eight guys did it for him.

On the other side, although the Tianhe old man didn't understand what the eight people in front of him meant, he also knew that things were bad.

He asked in a trembling voice, "you... What's your purpose?"

After listening to this sentence, the dead slave among the eight said coldly, "purpose? The purpose is to invite you Zhongzhou practitioners to die."

Tianhe old man pondered for a moment and said, "I know the eight of you are stronger than us, but here and now, the advantage is still on our side. If we really fight, we will lose, but at least half of you will be killed!"

Hearing what old man Tianhe said, the people behind him were also at ease.

Yes, anyway, there are so many people on my side.

But who would have thought that after listening to the old man Tianhe, the eight people over there suddenly burst out laughing together.

For a long time, several people stopped laughing, and the wind slave said, "old man, the victory and defeat have long been clear, and the advantage is not in you!"

"What do you mean?" old Tianhe suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart.

The wind slave over there smiled and turned to look at the dead slave headed by him.

The dead slave said in his unique male duck voice, "old man, why do you think this Wanzong alliance was chosen in Baiyang mountain?"

Tianhe old man was stunned and said, "is it difficult for you..."

The dead slave over there grinned and said, "yes, we have done our hands and feet in advance. Around Baiyang mountain, there is an eight yuan array made by eight of us. Now the eight yuan array has been started, which is not just to trap you here. As long as we are in the eight Yuan array, the eight of us are gods. No matter how many you are, it will not work!"

After this sentence, the crowd was in chaos again.

Yes, at this time, everyone has found that the momentum of the eight guys in front of them has been improving. It is obvious that they have reached a level beyond their reach. For a time, most people can't even raise their will to resist.

At the other corner, Su Moyu closed his eyes and felt it. Sure enough, he saw that the power of eight yuan poured in from all directions of Baiyang mountain, and entered the eight slaves' bodies by categories, forcibly raising their level.

"I see!" Su Moyu nodded slightly, and a smile suddenly appeared at the corners of his mouth.

"What wrong idea have you come up with?" Lou Lan turned to look at him.

"You'll know in a moment." Su Moyu said calmly.

Just then, the wind slave suddenly stepped out of the crowd, glanced at the crowd coldly and said, "where did the boy go? Where did the first-class guest Qing of Jiuyang gate go? Come out and fight with me again!"

When he shouted, everyone turned to head Sun of Jiuyang gate. At this time, sun's face turned white, shook his head and said, "I... I don't know... He seemed to have left just now..."

After hearing this, the wind slave was about to attack again, but he was interrupted by the dead slave on one side, saying, "wind slave, put away your personal anger. Business matters. If you delay the master's command, you know the consequences!"

As soon as he said, master, the wind slave was stiff and reluctantly withdrew and stood with the other seven people.

"You guys, your vitality will eventually become a part of my master's skill, and you won't live in vain!" after the dead slave said this, he formed a circle with the other seven people, kneaded a Dharma formula, and then shouted in unison: "the flag is now!"

(there should be another watch later. I'll go and pick up the code...)