I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1618.0

[Chapter 1545: Sang Qiye, the role model of our generation, a master of spiritual refining who cures disobedient disciples (1/2)]

“The road is made by fighting.”

“Kill from day to night, from the human world to the underworld, and strike in one direction. The enemy will be afraid and retreat, leaving the road open.”

At the moment when the divine court was shattered, the darkness welcomed the dawn. Even the gray sky of the ruins of the gods seemed so fresh, and the air was a little sweeter.

Yue Gongli was silent, but the words he just said flashed through his mind.

This was the answer given by the bald man very calmly and seriously when Shen Yi was gaining fame and he was playfully interviewing him as a bard.

He was as calm as if he was beating the Holy Plant of Di Ying at this moment.

Yue Gongli vaguely remembers the scene at that time:

God also held the hand of that unknown woman. He was the tallest among the crowd, and he stood out the most, a head or two taller than the others.

The accompanying interview was actually forcibly pulled over, and there was also a fortune teller who claimed to be a fortune teller, but actually only told people about their marriage prospects.

This gentleman was even more unknown than Shen Yi at that time.

Only Yue Gongli knew how dirty this fortune teller who had been playing since childhood was.

He glanced at the fortune teller and asked the god: “Suppose you encounter an invincible phantom formation, and the ghost can’t get out of it. Under such circumstances, how can you survive?”

God was still calm, and as a fledgling, his heart was as stable as a rock that had been beaten by thousands of years of wind and rain, and said:

“Just kill him.”

Yue Gongli was naturally unwilling to give in and asked again and again: “What if that formation is rare in the world, or far higher than all the spiritual formations in the world?”

God also calmly replied:

“I am not trapped in this world, so what’s the use of it?”

Finished saying this.

The fortune teller rolled his eyes to the sky.

The woman in Shen Yi’s arms cuddled up tenderly, with only the stars of worship in her eyes.

Yue Gongli was very interested. He turned around and asked the fortune teller: “What do you think?”

“What do I think?” The fortune teller opened his mouth without even pinching his finger, “I wish them a long life!”

Later…

All of this is a prophecy.

After the battle between the Ten Lords, they both died and lived, and they all became famous.

God also became the most powerful man.

Xiang Yaoyao became the happiest woman.

The arrogant and tough-talking Dao Qiongcang achieved a magnificent transformation from nothing to something, and finally gained the recognition of his family. The price was that he was deprived of the right to research, and finally sat in the position he had longed for and hated the most.

He became a contradictory person, coquettish and weird, flamboyant and restrained.

Everyone shines in their own way.

“just me……”

Yue Gongli touched his chest and looked at the distant light flickering in the sky after the divine court was broken, with a lonely expression.

Only he, after it was revealed that he was pretending to be a Taoist of the Han Palace Emperor Realm, was personally captured by the real Taoist sister and taken back to the clan to be punished with a ruthless, cold and cruel pin whip.

When you come out again.

Things are different and people are different.

He, Yue Gongli, became the red-robed Taoist master respected by thousands of people.

Shen Yi is still the same, as he was a few decades ago – calm and arrogant.

“No!”

“It’s changed a bit.”

Yue Gongli quickly put away his emotion, looked heavily into the distance, and followed everyone’s footsteps towards the front battlefield.

God has become stronger.

Although he has won two seats among the ten seats, it does not mean that he can secure the throne of “number one in combat power”.

Quite the opposite!

Among the public reputation, there are not only a few who are better than gods, but also a few.

Those ten people from the past who have not seen each other for decades have returned today, and God has been able to chase after the Holy Tree of Diying. What about the others?

When they are also freed from restrictions, is it possible that the sky of the Holy God Continent is really going to be overthrown?

…

The divine court was gone and merged into the crowd in the direction of the battlefield. The surroundings were already very noisy:

“The Ancestral Tree! That’s the Ancestral Tree!”

“I have seen the portrait of the clan, which is the Holy Tree of Diying. The reason why my Yuanping family, Cheng, was able to rise is because our ancestors once obtained the Dao Fruit of the ancestral tree!”

“Those who chased the ancestral tree…”

“God is the same! At the gate of hell, God is the one who calls God!”

“Good guy, so fierce! Back then, I personally participated in the Battle of the Ten Seats, and I encountered the god once. He was far from so fierce.”

“Ah? A big shot who has participated in the Ten-Seater?”

“Haha, Yuanyuan… At that time, he punched me away from the air. Speaking of which, I have touched the person on the throne…”

Boom boom boom!

The battlefield is still hot.

The God of Heaven also smashed the roots of the Holy Plant of Diying with a few pillars and crushed it into powder.

Half of the ancestral tree was destroyed, and the remaining tree crowns were almost running for their lives in a panic.

The six thickest tree branch tentacles on that half of the body no longer dared to look back and challenge the power of the Overlord. They turned into spider legs and crawled like a drowned dog.

The gods and gods are also chasing after them.

“Shenyi, so strong?”

Xu Xiaoshou became more and more surprised as he watched.

While he was shocked by the gold content of the Nine Saint Slaves, he was suddenly raised countless times by this man on his own.

On the other hand, I couldn’t help but start thinking:

“God’s Love Battle…”

Yes, before he entered the ruins of God, a battle of ten thrones took place here.

I heard that the fight was so devastating that the winner could not be determined for several days.

In the end, he committed suicide out of love for the common people and drew an absurd ending.

The world may think that Ai Cangsheng has given up.

Xu Xiaoshou outside knew that God had no limiter, Aunt Xiang, and the love for the common people had a drag bottle, Dao Xuanji.

So that battle was fruitless.

But to no avail, this is the biggest bad news!

Nowadays, among the six paths of ancient martial arts, Shen Yi even opened only one heavenly path, and with just one pillar of overlord, he was able to beat the ancestral tree, Di Ying Sacred Tree, into pieces.

How could he be worse than Ai Cangsheng, who had fought fiercely with him for several days?

At a certain moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that it was not Shenyi who was drifting, but himself.

“How dare I break into the Holy Mountain and pretend to be in front of my beloved dog?”

In this way, when you go back, don’t you really have to fight with the “perfect state” of the Ten Lovers?

Or should we withdraw?

But what should Old Man Sang do? Can’t he be saved?

In fact, it’s not impossible to not save him…

Ah, Li Fugui, I regret not listening to my advice!

When you were admonishing me, could you not be so tactful and be more direct? If you force me to enter the Ranming Ruins, I won’t have so many worries!

“Xu Xiaoshou.”

While I was thinking wildly, a familiar voice came from my ears.

Cen Shui, Bai Yue and others suddenly looked back, Xu Xiaoshou also turned around suddenly, and the people scattered around also looked sideways.

But I saw an additional figure not far away.

He was wearing a white tattered prison uniform, dyed pitch black, and his exposed arms were withered and skinny, like two charcoal bars, and there was a faint flash of white fire in the cracked lines in the middle.

Not only his arms, but also his neck and feet were like this. His body exposed outside his clothes, except for his face, was like charcoal.

“sleeveless!”

“The Holy Slave is sleeveless!”

“Oh my god, he’s here too, so isn’t this place…”

Yue Gongli’s eyes flickered for a moment, and his eyes swept over the person in front of him.

Wu Xiu, Shenyi, Cen Qiaofu, Water Ghost.

Outsiders may not be able to count the gods, and they don’t know much about water ghosts.

As a semi-insider, he has heard a lot of inside information from his sister over the years, so he naturally knows very well that everyone at the moment is the highest combat power configuration of the Saint Slave:

Holy Slave second, third, fourth, fifth in command!

Oh, now that person is the former second-in-command of the Holy Slave.

Now the second in command is Shou Ye, who is better than his master.

so……

“Five Saint Slaves!”

“If all five of them are killed here, Saint Nudu will lose half of his country, and the eight masters will return to thirty years ago overnight. It will be difficult to achieve anything!”

But soon, Yue Gongli frowned and disappeared into the crowd.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

What we should consider is actually not whether we can kill them here, but whether I will be killed by them together, right?

!

…

“Sang Lao…”

When looking back, it seems that the roar of the battlefield has become quite distant at this moment.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that even the figures around him were fading away, and only that strange and familiar figure became clearer and clearer in front of his eyes.

Mr. Sang has changed!

He has completely changed!

It is completely different from the image seen in the Taixu world.

The simplest way he can describe it now is that the “sleeveless, red-scorched hands” have mutated into the “sleeveless, red-scorched body.”

“How did you become such a ghost?”

Xu Xiaoshou grinned and rushed forward to grab the old man’s arm to see what was going on.

Long time no see!

It’s been too long!

Counting it all together, after leaving the Taixu world twice, this was the first time I saw Old Man Sang since the battle in the Eight Palaces. It seemed like it had been a long time.

If the junior sister was here, she would be so excited that she would burst into tears.

Xu Xiaoshou felt fine.

Even though it’s been a long time, there’s never a day without the same exaggeration as three autumns, because it’s full of calculations…

It’s been less than a year since Mr. Sang lost contact!

“One year!”

“I am already so strong!”

“And you, my master, how did you become like this? Is there something wrong with your cultivation? Haha, okay.”

This was not what he meant. Xu Xiaoshou crossed the crowd and came to Sang Lao. The more he talked, the happier he became. He grabbed his clothes and started rubbing them:

“How did you keep your clothes?”

“Sleeveless·Red Burnt Body? No, it should be Sleeveless·Red Burnt Body. This material…”

Xu Xiaoshou quickly figured out that this was no ordinary prison uniform.

This thing has been specially refined and exudes the burnt smell of the elixir, and it also has the smell of the second-generation Toshen Nianlong’s burning.

“Is this fake clothing?”

“No, this is a fake but real piece of clothing. Half of it is condensed from the energy of the Dragon Soul, which means…”

Xu Xiaoshou looked at this old man who was obviously shorter than him and could see a clear bald head. His eyes widened and he asked in surprise:

“Are you running naked?”

After listening in silence, Mr. Sang looked at the young man in front of him. His big dark circles twitched twice, and the feeling of seeing each other again after a long separation was gone.

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