I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1589

[Chapter 1516: Mei Ziyu ceases to be famous, and returns home after planting grain, losing both life and death.]

“What?!”

At that moment, the drunken and horrified exclamation in the wind spread throughout the five regions of the mainland:

“Love Swordsmanship, the third realm, the Immortal Sword?!”

“Gu Lao used the fusion of the seven second realms , from the time he entered the world to the time he was born, he forcibly launched the Immortal Sword…” ”

Does he want to proclaim himself a god and ancestor at this moment and become the sword god of the new era?!”

That explosive tone and the content that is terrifying to think about, It suddenly detonated the thoughts and eyeballs of all the spectators in front of the preaching mirror.

In front of the sword burial mound, Gu Qing Er, San Si, and even the ancient sword cultivators and spiritual sword cultivators who were seeking enlightenment were full of fear and shock.

“This?”

Compared with other places where the atmosphere of ancient swordsmanship is not strong, almost everyone here has a common basic understanding:

the way of the sword god Gulouying is to practice the other eight swordsmanship first, and then He uses his love swordsmanship to immortalize his sword as a god and his ancestor.

It is true that Gu Yu cultivated the orthodox path of the Sword God, the same path as Rao Yaoyao.

During the battlefield week, apart from Liu Fuyu, he was probably the only one with the purest Tao, even the Meisi people could not compare with him.

But there is a reason why the sword god can be called a god and ancestor!

In order for the Immortal Sword to open a mysterious door and bring in opportunities from the ancestral gods, everyone knows that your other eight sword skills must all be perfected!

So…

what is perfection?

It’s very simple. You must at least reach the eight second realms of Huan Jiuwan, Mo Wuxin, and Gui Zangqing, and your proficiency and understanding must reach the level of Mei Si Ren Prajna… or above!

Can Guyu do it?

He can’t do it!

The number of mystical formations he had summoned at this moment seemed exaggerated, but compared with the real threshold for sacrificing the Immortal Sword, it was still one short.

——At the second level of ghost swordsmanship, Gu Yu couldn’t even summon the Lord of Fengdu’s secret formation!

And even if he could summon it…

look at the varying degrees of light and darkness of the secret formations within the Meizi Yutianjie range, compare them with Shouye’s, and learn from Zhong Yuanzi’s Dao Diagram Theory.

It can be easily seen that even with the most powerful Nine Swordsmanship, Gu Yu cannot reach the state of “perfection”, and may not even be able to compare with Mei Si people’s Prajna Wu.

As for Wu Jian Shu, Mo Jian Shu, etc., he only had a first glimpse of the door, and it was clear that he had just realized the second realm not long ago.

One of the eight is missing, and the other seven are each deficient in the second realm, just like a barrel with boards of varying lengths and a piece missing in the middle.

How could it sacrifice the Immortal Sword and salvage the opportunity to become a god and ancestor from the Mysterious Sect?

This is looking for death!

“What Mr. Gu did…”

In the huge Fengjia City in the Southern Territory, most of the people in front of the first viewing platform had red eyes.

Of course they can also see that this is asking for death, so is Mr. Gu just a fool and can’t see anything?

No!

He went crazy.

His Word died once.

He knew that he might not be able to make any further progress in the future, and instead of returning to his hometown, he would continue to live a bleak life.

How about simply sacrificing yourself, letting the world witness the true “mystery” of the Immortal Sword, and becoming the “master of one sword” for everyone in the five realms!

“I wonder how many people in this vast world, where swordsmen and immortals admire each other and look down on each other, have the courage to open the mysterious door of the Immortal Sword?” The eyes of the

eight acquaintances were filled with admiration.

After watching children fight for so long, maybe there are some tricks in them that can be refreshing, but it doesn’t help.

Now, when the Immortal Sword comes out, although the result will definitely make people sigh, he finally sees some merits.

“The Immortal Sword…” Gou Wuyue stared intently, refusing to let go of any detail.

Bazun glanced at him knowingly, “When will your way reach this point?”

Gou Wuyue did not respond.

Dao Qiongcang glanced to the left, then to the right, and finally narrowed his eyes.

The Xuan Miao Sect, conferring gods and ancestors…

that will definitely involve more than ten percent of Taoism, and will also involve the “super Taoism” he just mentioned…

This is forcibly opened!

Calculate it, who else can do it without force?

Dao Qiongcang glanced at the eight masters beside him without leaving any trace, and sighed that he didn’t have much talent in swordsmanship, so it was difficult to see the true secret.

His attention quickly returned to the battle scene in his hand, and he suppressed an expression that sounded like he was constipated.

“Coming…”

“What?” Wei Feng didn’t hear clearly.

“The feeling is coming…”

“What does it feel like?”

“Zong! Master! Sword! Intention!”

…

“Pattering…”

Plum rain falls, and time becomes muddy.

The seven mysteries quickly merged, causing the avenues to converge, forming a chaotic mist high in the sky.

The heaven and earth shook, and a huge, ancient and ancient “door” opened up in the mist!

That door is formless, colorless, and has no appearance, and it seems that it cannot be called this.

It falls in the eyes of different people, either round or square, present or absent.

Some saw colorful lights, while others could only see chaos and darkness.

The mysterious and extraordinary sound of the avenue evolved around it, with every word and every word written in detail.

When it falls into the ears of everyone, it is like feeling something; it is also like quicksand piercing the soul, and there is no way to get it.

Light!

Penetrate from the opposite side of the door.

The chaotic mist is given color and shape, and is sprinkled under the coverage of plum rain.

Soon, a void and pious figure was reflected in the void.

He opened his hands wide and raised his head, as if he wanted to bear the pain of opening his eyes to the sun, but he dared to stare at the mysterious door that slowly opened towards him.

“Pilgrim!”

“No, the First Sword Immortal!”

At this moment, the world attracted attention, and Xu Xiaoshou was moved by it.

He finally understood why Mr. Siren had persuaded him before, but in the end he still allowed Mr. Gu to be free without any unnecessary obstruction.

So beautiful!

Who wouldn’t be tempted by the way of transcendence?

But just like Gu Yu’s past contradictory choices, this is another road of failure and destruction!

How could Gu Yu survive with such an incomplete Dao foundation to forcefully open the Mysterious Gate of the Immortal Sword?

Think about it from another angle…

Who can stop the fireworks?

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou could only appreciate and comprehend.

All the ancient sword cultivators and even the spiritual masters present who could be seen through “Perception” were touched.

The Meisi man covered his face with a fan and stared blankly. On the fan was a picture of a school, two withered trees, and a lonely figure on a futon.

The light shines on the paper fan, like the fragrance of peaches and plums.

Tears raised his head slightly, his expression was slightly dazed, and the wand in his hand was buzzing, indicating that his heart was not as calm as it appeared on the surface.

The light fell on the black cloth that covered his eyes, decorating his eyes in a new world.

Liu Fuyu’s red lips parted, and she stared at the mysterious door that opened at the top of the sword tower.

She saw a figure with an unclear face coming out of the door. With a slight wave of her sword, she spread the divine light to the five realms and lowered the path called “Sword”.

With a sudden awakening, Liu Fuyu returned from the “Xuanmiao” in the Xuanmiao Gate and realized that everyone around him was immersed in it.

“Tao…”

Tao is invisible and intangible.

Tao can be passed down.

Coming from the Sword Tower, Liu Fuyu never looked down on the world’s ancient sword cultivators after he entered the world.

The previous generation of sword guards told her that the sword guards in the sword tower would always guard only the “sword” and not the “Tao”.

The Tao is not locked in the building, the Tao is in the world.

The era of ancient sword cultivators is long gone. If it can still be passed down in the spirit refining era, the sword tower only serves as a guiding coordinate like a North Star.

The people in the world are the ones who truly name “Tao” to the nameless and Tao to the inexplicable!

Among them, there must be those who are astonishingly talented as the Eight Masters, who combine the strengths of each family to lead the way and be unparalleled; there are

also people like the Meisi people who are compatible with each other, who can preach and teach and promote hundreds of schools of thought. His demeanor inspires the world in his declining years;

there are also Xiao Kongtong, Beibei, Fengzhongzui, etc., who are the mainstays of the middle and new generation, stick to their own way, and introduce the

old and bring forth the new; of course, in the end, we can see that Guyu Gu Lao is like this, burning himself , the wax torch turns to ashes, a person who only wants to prove the direction.

Everyone plays an indispensable role in the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship, whether they know it or not.

It was this small group of people who forged ahead and shouldered the torrent of the Spirit Refining Era.

And what is given back to them is just a meager, tiny bit of hope that can be seen in return…

name!

…

Under the gate of mystery, the secret of the great road is born.

Guyu turned around clearly. He seemed to have been abandoned by the sky. His clothes and skin were disappearing bit by bit. He was in harmony with the light and the dust in a literal sense.

What is he clearly talking about!

In the battlefield, opposite the preaching mirror, everyone looked forward eagerly and put their ears closer, trying to get some.

Guyu was clearly talking about something, but no one could hear the words coming out of his mouth or understand what he wanted to express.

Road to Road, very Avenue.

Famous, very famous.

Xu Xiaoshou even tried to read what Gu Lao said and meant through lip reading, and finally realized that he was obsessed.

Perhaps this moment is indeed the moment when Guyu is closest to the true meaning of the great road, the moment closest to becoming a god and proclaiming his ancestor, but this is his opportunity.

Even if he wanted to stay for something, his original intention was to attain enlightenment for the sake of the world.

But when it comes to that level, even the Holy Emperor will be forgotten by the world. How can he leave traces of what he has obtained?

Everyone saw that Gu Yu’s eyes and expression were full of anxiety. He even moved his hands, gesticulating something famous in front of the preaching mirror.

Bathed in the divine light and carrying the Mysterious Gate on his back, he seemed to have come from the sky, truly an immortal in the sword.

But precisely because of his refusal to eat fireworks, there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between him and the world.

Unable to communicate!

Out of reach!

This was not Gu Yu’s original intention at all.

Mei Siren put down the paper fan and returned from the pull of “mystery”. He looked at Xu Xiaoshou suddenly and was about to speak… At

the same moment, Xu Xiaoshou saw that all the movements of Guyu’s mouth and hands stopped, and he tightened his grip. Then he turned his gaze to himself.

“Zi!”

In an instant, the hairs all over his body stood up, as if he was being stared at by the god of death.

The information bar also jumped:

“Under sneak attack, passive value, +1.”

As smart as he is, he doesn’t need Mr. Siren’s reminder, and he also knows what Gu Yu wants to express at this moment:

explanation cannot explain it.

But this third sword is prepared for you.

As long as you can resist…you can’t say it, you can’t say it, I’ll kill you, you should finally realize it?

“Come on!”

Xu Xiaoshou shouted loudly.

Afraid that Mr. Gu wouldn’t be able to hear his voice, he stretched out his finger and ticked it provocatively.

However, how dare he neglect the mysterious door opened by the third realm!

The rules of breaking the ancient sword cultivator’s fight have long been forgotten, only to ignite the animal desires in his mind…

“Boom!”

The violent giant appears!

“Roar!”

The extreme giant lowered his eyes!

“Buzz!”

The disk of life unfolds!

“The Way of the World!”

The six paths of ancient martial arts merge!

“Meow~”

Well, turning into a ghost and a beast…

It’s really not funny. At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was really afraid of death.

He almost maxed out his battery life to avoid being blocked by Gu Lao in one move.

That’s so…

visions of the second realm of major ancient swordsmanship appeared one after another!

The extreme giant’s body is melting rapidly like a bud, turning into wisps of flowing clouds, converging into the nameless world, never to return.

As far as the eye can see, Guyu is like a deity, transforming into a huge sky, like a god or a Buddha, the power of heaven destroys the world, and then explodes, splitting into an endless rain of swords, and pouring down.

The raindrops withered and bloomed, traveling through time and space, melting muscles and bones, and shot through the extreme giant, turning it into a sieve.

The Xuanmiao Gate suddenly shook, and a super sword with eternal power was shot out from the scabbard.

Before Xu Xiaoshou could even react, the Guiyi Ji Sword, which was as big as the head of an Extreme Giant, had already passed through his chest!

“Boom!”

The screen of the preaching mirror went black.

The spectators in the five realms were about to stick their heads into the mirror to comprehend the meaning of the sword. They suddenly suffered a disaster and were so angry that they were about to burst.

“What are you doing!”

“Fuck, look, show me!”

“Gou Ri’s preaching mirror, Gou Ri’s drunkenness in the wind… Couldn’t you have darkened the mirror for me at the critical moment? That’s all you Feng family members have Measuring? You talk about preaching, but you don’t show it?!”

“Trash, trash, trash, if I had known, I would have preached to the Central Region, ah ah, ah, ah, I shouldn’t have bet, I want to go to the scene!”

Feng Zhong was drunk and shocked. Hearing a “click” in his ear, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the battlefield in front of him.

But on top of the old site of the original Jade Capital City…

the ultimate giant exploded to pieces!

A giant sword of light descended from the sky, penetrated him, submerged him, and plunged into the earth, shocking the world!

That piece of land… If Yujing City hadn’t been taken away by Master Shou, wouldn’t the entire city have been blown to pieces right now?

But his eyes were in a trance, Feng Zhongzui blinked, and saw that Master Shou had not moved just now, nor had he transformed into a giant.

The great sword of light that descended from the sky and came from the mystery has never entered the battlefield and pierced the earth.

Everything is an illusion!

Mystery never comes!

“Boom.”

Smoke and dust splashed on the ground.

Amidst countless curses, the image of the preaching mirror returned, reflecting a dying Gu Yu who had fallen to the ground, her hair disheveled.

“What happened?”

“Mr. Gu… wasn’t Mr. Gu drawing his sword? Why did it end again?”

“You’re so damn drunk in the wind, right? You’d better not let me find you, otherwise Damn you!”

Another curse came out.

Everyone stared at the picture in the mirror and wanted to wave away the black line in front of their eyes, but then realized that the black line was not their own problem.

Still the same as the first battle between the Sword Immortals, there was a thin black thread in the middle of the picture transmitted by the preaching mirror.

This treasure seems to have been damaged before?

Even with the power of the Feng Family in the Southern Territory, they were unable to repair it.

“Pitter-patter…”

The rain is still falling and the ground is muddy.

“Being frightened, passive value, +1.”

Xu Xiao was frightened and broke into a cold sweat. When he woke up and looked at the screen in front of him, he found that the mysterious door had been closed at some point.

Guyu even returned from the sword of the immortal world, ending his “deified” state just now…

Yes!

Just now, he slashed me with a sword?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that his memory was a little fuzzy. He seemed to have used the Ultimate Giant to block it, but it seemed like he didn’t?

If you look into the sea of qi, you will find that the sea of qi is empty.

In fact, he no longer has the idea of a sea of qi. At this moment, even all the holy power and spiritual energy filling his body have been exhausted.

These traces all showed that he had just gone through an extremely brutal battle, but…

Xu Xiaoshou found it difficult to remember the process!

“What the hell?”

He didn’t want to fight at all.

He flashed to Gu Lao’s side.

But at this time, there was someone else beside Gu Yu.

His upper body was lifted up. His messy white hair was dry, curly and dull, and his face was as pale as paper and covered with wrinkles.

The paper fan that Meisi people never left their bodies was thrown to the ground at some point.

He hugged his old friend with his left hand, and passed around the cold body with his right hand, trying to bring some warmth to it. At the same time, he kept patting Gu Yu’s back and sighed: “Why bother? It’s just

a dream to look at the moon in the water.”

Gu Yu There was only a lot of air coming out but little air coming in. He took a deep breath when he heard the sound. He coughed heavily and at the same time, he seemed to be laughing:

“Ha, ha…”

“Siren, you saw it…”

Mei Siren closed his eyes and tried to recall it, but his mind went blank.

He hugged his old friend closer, leaned his head next to his ear, and let the raindrops fall from the sky, flowing over his face, and said with a relaxed smile:

“Not only did I see it, I also remembered it, I remembered it.”

Guyu His body stiffened, a smile appeared on his face, and all movement and sound was lost.

Mei Si’s body also froze, and the grief in his eyes turned into tears.

At this moment, the person in his arms trembled again, choked out a hissing breath, and coughed heavily:

“Siren, then you are… amazing…”

“I… anyway, what… …I can’t even remember it…”

Mei Siren took a deep breath and thought about it and endured it.

Just as he was about to speak, Gu Yu struggled in his arms, raised his hand with difficulty, and made a move towards the wind.

“Child, come here.”

There were tears in Feng Zhongzui’s eyes, and he couldn’t bear to point the preaching mirror at Mr. Gu, so he had to get closer now.

“Yes…I…”

He could only move the preaching mirror again to convey to the world the dejected and dejected look of the First Sword Immortal.

Guyu didn’t seem to care at all. After doing this, he couldn’t turn away and could only look at the rain quietly.

“My dear, I am a disciple of Xuan Miao Sect… I have understood… a poem…”

“What?”

“I said! I have understood… a poem! Ahem…”

“Stop it.” Mei Siren endured it. I had the urge to slap him, “You’re a mountain villager, what do you know about poetry and songs? Others don’t know you, and I don’t know you either. You’re good at planting melons and farming, but you’re good at composing poems?” He glanced at the preaching mirror behind him,

Mei Siren couldn’t bear it any longer, “It can be considered a bit of talent.”

Gu Yu coughed and laughed hoarsely, and it took a long time before he could speak again.

“Siren…”

“Huh?”

“I said…you comment…a comment…”

“Oh, okay.”

Guyu then stretched out his hand and touched the ruthless rain that day, losing its power of withering and glory. , flowing down the arm from the palm.

But no touch.

He didn’t care. If he saw Xuan Miao again, his old eyes would light up, and he raised his voice full of emotion:

“Picking chrysanthemums…under the east fence, leisurely! Seeing Nanshan…”

Xu Xiaoshou raised the corners of his lips, unable to smile. come out.

Meisi people knew it was copied as soon as they heard it. They just didn’t know whose work it was borrowed from, but they still praised:

“What a poem! What a sentence! It seems that after living in seclusion for so many years, you have nothing to lose…”

“I am here!” The man in his arms shook again, interrupting him.

Mei Siren lowered his head, “What’s wrong?”

Gu Yu’s eyes were straight, staring blankly at the broken sky between his fingers, looking at the Tao that was still elusive so far.

He stared blankly for a long time, and finally saw the light coming from the Xuanmiao Gate, parting the clouds and seeing the future…

light?

Is there light again?

It’s like trying to reconnect with yourself.

Gu Yu’s face became a little more shiny.

But in the end the light disappeared, and he found that his mind was still empty, and the light could not enter, as if the mystery had never come.

Guyu lost his mind. He used all his strength to grab the void with his hand, but found nothing.

This is even just an illusion!

His hand had already hit the ground, twisted into a weird posture, and even the burning question in his throat could not come out.

“Siren, the plum rain has stopped…”

[End of This Chapter.]