I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1612.0

[Chapter 1539: Three punches and two kicks destroy the half-saint, the overlord of chaos (1/2)]

“You won’t go in?”

In the Southern Territory, the moment before they parted ways, Dao Qiongcang glanced at his friends around him, his tone full of temptation, “The fate of the ancestors!”

A brief reunion of old friends is always a joy.

Of course, we put aside our positions and future relationships and only talk about the present.

Now that we have finished chatting about business and gossip, we are going to Xuyue Gray Palace and we are going to Tianji Divine Sect. It is time to say goodbye.

“Anyway, if I don’t go, I’m just too weak.”

The storyteller was wearing a red dress. She curled her fingers and dropped the topic after saying, “What about you?”

“Yeah, what about you?”

Dao Qiongcang turned his head and looked at Wei Feng and Gou Wuyue, “Although I brought you out, I won’t stop you from having further ideas.”

very free.

If you want to go, just go!

Wei Kuang shook his head, weighed the banquet of the King of Hell and said, “Thirty or fifty years ago, you could only see me in the ruins.”

Now?

Pull it down!

Why did you follow Dao Qiongcang out?

Isn’t it just a matter of relaxation, where you can put your mind down, rest when you don’t have to, and just pick up the knife and chop without thinking when necessary?

Xianyu’s life needs no explanation!

Xiao Gou was relatively young and energetic, and had great ambitions. He turned his eyes crazily and asked, “Why don’t you come in?”

Gou Wuyue sighed softly: “When everyone feels that it is profitable, it is time to retreat bravely.”

After saying this, he looked towards the sky.

When it comes to who is most attracted by the words “conferred gods and ancestors” here, the eight acquaintances all come second. There is no doubt that Dao Qiong Cang is second to none!

But he didn’t even get in.

He wasn’t even interested in the destiny of the ancestral gods.

Come to think of it, I must be thinking about something, and I deliberately raised this question when I was leaving…

Ranming Ruins, any questions?

Gou Wuyue’s heart moved, but she didn’t ask, so she looked at Bazun Shu: “What about you?”

The storyteller turned his head and looked at his brother. The Moon Palace Slave might also have come in. Are you really missing him?

The Eight Lords were familiar with the changes in the sand and dust that would be lightly splashed when they stepped on the soles of their feet, and replied casually: “The Holy Ancestor is in the hall, the Sword Ancestor is in the building, and the inheritance of each family is far away. Why should I call this person by his name?” , inheritance is at your fingertips?”

Gou, Wei, and Shuo were all stunned. This angle was a bit novel.

Dao Qiongcang also raised his eyebrows. He was sure that Bazunzhen had not received any summons along the way, nor had the storyteller, so was this his own judgment?

So he said:

“Let’s try it. There’s no loss anyway. To say the least, you won’t die even if you fail. What if you really get the Ancestral God’s destiny?”

The storyteller nodded his head.

He had always believed that the ten thrones were the most powerful contenders for the inheritance of the ancestral gods at the Ranming site, and Xu Xiaoshou had to wait a little further.

Bazun’s footsteps were fixed, and his eyes were fixed on the dust beside his feet:

“Those who don’t want money will die, those who don’t want life will want money. You can’t take both money and life, it can only be about sex.”

“I don’t want sex, wealth or life. He wants to give it to me for free, except for my own children… I don’t believe it.”

The storyteller frowned, sensing something behind his brother’s words: “What do you mean?”

The Eight Masters raised their eyes to look at him and said indifferently:

“The free price is unlimited.”

has a problem!

Now, no matter how stupid the storyteller is, he realizes that there is something wrong with the Ranming Ruins, not to mention that he is not stupid, but he has not yet spoken…

Bazun shook his head slightly: “I don’t know.”

you do not know?

So what are you talking about?

“intuition.”

What an intuition!

You are intuitive. It is impossible for this person to be intuitive too, right?

The storyteller turned to look at Dao Qiongcang: “Old Taoist, do you know something, or have you calculated something? Let’s be honest, you are already a traitor to the Holy Mountain, there is no need to hide it.”

The eyes of several people around him turned away, but Dao Qiongcang shrugged: “I don’t know.”

“You must know!”

“Not knowing means not knowing.”

“You said it or not!”

“Tianji…”

“ah–“

The storyteller covered his ears irritably, looked at Gou Wuyue, and raised his eyebrows, implying: You don’t want to know?

Ask him!

Gou Wuyue couldn’t understand the look in his eyes at all, but she spoke curiously: “What happened?”

Dao Qiongcang glanced at him and shook his chin slightly:

“really do not know.”

“Not everything can be calculated.”

“Tianjishu is just for seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck. You can’t get the answer just by pinching your fingers.”

“but……”

As soon as the word “but” came out, he looked at the sky and pinched his fingers slightly, and the storyteller almost turned his mouth to the sky.

After all, it cannot be calculated.

When you are indecisive, do you rely on your fingers to figure it out?

Soon, Dao Qiongcang retracted his hands into his robe and said with a smile:

“Use your brain. Regarding the destiny of the ancestor god, that is the high-level holy emperor.”

“As for the inheritance of the God-Slaying Priest, that is to enshrine him as an ancestor.”

“Since everyone has a premonition that it is not a good thing, it must be a bad thing.”

“At best, they’ll all die inside.”

The expressions of the people on the side changed.

The storyteller frowned: “I’m not saying…”

“The latest news.” Dao Qiongcang smiled, “If you can get in, but if you can’t get out, you will die.”

The storyteller was stunned for only a moment, then became furious. He raised the hood in his hand and was about to strangle the old coquettish man’s neck, “Then you still persuade us to go in!”

Dao Qiongcang has long avoided it, using the dog as a pillar to avoid the tiger.

“etc!”

The storyteller stopped after chasing him, and said in surprise: “Then Xu Xiaoshou…”

Snapped!

Dao Qiongcang snapped his fingers, “Don’t worry, something happened.”

“Shut your crow mouth!” The storyteller turned around and shouted angrily.

These ten people are all full of evil!

Therefore, in addition to Ai Cangsheng who voluntarily entered and then exited in time, all the ten seats closest to the ancestor god’s fate had a premonition and noticed that something was wrong with their fate and did not want to enter the ruins?

The storyteller couldn’t help but glance at his brother, his eyes flashing slightly.

I had a hunch, but you didn’t even remind me that Xu Xiaoshou is no longer a pawn Xu Xiaoshou!

Ba Zunzhen seemed to know what he was thinking: “Don’t worry, nothing will happen.”

How could this be possible…

“Someone has entered.” Bazun said knowingly.

The storyteller was startled, then his eyes widened and he was relieved.

Yes, someone got in!

Among the ten thrones, perhaps nowadays, whoever does something needs to look forward and backward, and consider the cause and effect.

Including my brother.

Including the seasoned slut!

But there is one person who is not needed.

He has such a thing as a brain, but he will never use it once in his life!

A high-level holy emperor?

The realm of the ancestral gods?

In front of that guy who doesn’t even know how to write the word “retreat”, if one punch can’t solve the problem, then ten punches will be used.

If ten punches can’t solve the problem, then…

…

“Warm-up is over!”

Shen Yi put his hand to his side, and his palm transformed into a long black-gold stick that was taller than others.

The two ends of the stick were gilded and engraved with strange patterns. The dark red golden light seemed to be high-temperature, flowing gently like magma.

The middle is simple and unremarkable, only wrapped with a very thick sealing belt. The belt has been soaked with sweat over the years and dyed dark brown.

“Boom!”

Such a strange stick only touched the ground lightly.

The earth made a dull sound like a hammer beating a heavy drum, and then dust and smoke spread thousands of miles in all directions, and suddenly…

boom!

Thousands of miles of land, all shattered.

It doesn’t crack the cobwebs, it doesn’t shatter into pieces.

With the force of this gentle pestle, he was turned into powder, and the sky was filled with yellow sand!

“Grass……”

Chang Yi looked at the bald man in front of him who was two heads taller than him, and his mentality was about to explode.

Who is this?

Where did this thing come from?

However, after not returning to the Five Realms for more than sixty years, has the Holy Spirit Continent developed to this point?

It’s just too weak…

Three punches can break through the lamp’s defense, pierce his chest, break his abdomen, and cause serious injuries.

Kicked Dun Ling’s legs off with two kicks, shattered his shield, broken his arms, and hit him until his eyeballs flew out?

Dengkou, Dunling…

Is this an ordinary person?

This is a semi-saint!

He is not even an ordinary Half-Saint, but a combat-type Half-Saint who has fought on the frontline battlefields all year round and has been tempered by blood and life and death!

He was just half a step too late. As soon as they met, Dengkou and Dunling lay down.

And the two saints finished in seconds…

This guy!

This bald head!

He even said wildly, “Warm-up is over?”

“I feel like you should have something.”

Shen Yi wiped his bald head with one hand, kicked Bawang with his foot, and the heavy black and gold long stick flipped in mid-air, tearing the air, and then rested on his elbow.

The tiger’s eyes widened in response, revealing its fierce light, choosing people to devour.

“etc!”

“Brother…brother, is there any misunderstanding?”

Known as one of the Seven Stars of the Northern Territory, Zhan Kuang has slightly white hair on his temples. He looks like he is only in his fifties or sixties, but is actually over a hundred years old.

Yes, he is a war madman!

On the frontline battlefield, he was the kind of lunatic who would do whatever he saw without saying a word!

But at this moment, he actually felt like he had finally grown a mouth, and he wanted to explain something to the bald man in the Taixu realm…

“laugh.”

The yellow sand is melodious.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the bald figure opposite him turning into an afterimage.

“Damn it, do you really think I’m easy to mess with? Are you looking for death!”

Chang Yi shouted loudly, his eyes suddenly turned red, and at the same time as the bloody sanctuary expanded, a black long knife was slashed out:

“Dragon-killing power!”

This sound came out.

Time seems to be slowing down…

The sand and dust broke in front of me.

In the pupils under the consciousness of the three realms of battle, a somewhat illusory bald figure solidified in front of his eyes.

“Snapped.”

Before anyone arrives, the force arrives first.

The bamboo hairpin that bound her hair broke first.

Her long black hair with silver in it swept to the back of her head in the wind.

“laugh……”

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