I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1654.1

[Chapter 1580: The spring breeze triumphantly defeats the Holy Emperor. Who can resist the enemy when he steps on the coffin and accepts surrender?]

“Bang!”

The coffin lid was nailed firmly.

Following Bai Yu’s trembling, the side of the battlefield became quiet.

The God-Sealing Coffin, this signature skill of the Sealing Heaven Holy Emperor, is the pinnacle of understanding of the seal.

Not only the body, but also the soul, consciousness… once entering this coffin, everything is silent.

Mo Mo has been learning this trick for a long time and has been scolded for a long time. Now, even if he is not a proficient person, it can be regarded as a master’s degree.

But with the help of the Statue of the Holy Emperor, an ancient sword master can be taken down so easily…

“Am I so strong?”

Mo Mo squeezed his palms, and a strange expression appeared on his pretty face.

Feng Yujin often nags her that the most difficult person to offend in the world is not a semi-saint or a holy emperor, but an ancient sword cultivator, as long as he is called “Throne of Swordsmanship” once.

A mere kendo throne… Mo Mo asked why.

The arrogant guy who often calls himself the emperor said:

“In the end of the Dharma era that belongs to the ancient sword cultivator, anyone who can reach the throne level of swordsmanship is a genius freak.”

“Battle against Ling Ling Taixu, Lian Ling Half Saint, you at least know where his upper limit is. There is a line… and there are shackles.”

“And some of the sword thrones have already lost their upper limit.”

“You can never be sure about that battle .

Is it his battle to become famous? Will you be his stepping stone? Will he soar to the top…”

“The next step to the throne of swordsmanship can be the Seven Swordsmen, the Sword Master, and of course some are ready to reach the divine realm. , soaring into the sky, looking down upon the ancestral gods.”

When he said these words, Feng Yujin seemed to have a fixed image in his mind.

Mo Mo also felt that Feng Yujin said these things because he was once frightened by a certain ancient sword cultivator named Ba, and he had a strong psychological shadow.

Feng Yujin did not deny it, but continued:

“The ancient sword cultivators who have been selected by the times can be divided into three types, distinguished by the simplest age.”

“Don’t mess with the young ancient sword cultivators, they are young and frivolous. If you are high-spirited, you are most likely to become a success.”

“Don’t mess with the old ancient sword cultivator. The old man is full of blood and hides deep in the depths. I’m sure he will force someone to reveal his trump card and forcefully enter the door of the ancestor god, and he can trade with you. .”

“If you really want to provoke me, just go for the middle-aged ancient sword cultivator. This kind of ancient sword cultivator has lost the vigor of youth and has not yet matured as an old man. Even though he has been famous for a long time, he has fallen into the predicament of the world. It is a trough among troughs… Once you hit him, you will find that he has a lot of worries and can no longer let go completely.”

The dilemma of middle age… Mo Mo thought of some of the Seven Sword Immortals, and asked what if it was not the Sword Master, but the Sword Master?

Feng Yujin shook his head and said he couldn’t afford to offend him. The sword master said that he was a sword master. They were all wolves in sheep’s clothing. They started with the power to fight the Holy Emperor.

“The Sword Master is invincible!”

Mo Mo was imbued with this knowledge.

But today, this understanding was broken for her.

Middle-aged, sword master, seems to be able to open the second realm… This ancient sword cultivator who suddenly appeared is between “low” and “invincible”, and has great instability.

However, Xu Xiaoshou only helped with a sword from the air, and the sword didn’t seem to be very strong, so he was captured by himself and put into the God’s Coffin.

He should be a rookie among sword masters, just like me, a rookie in spiritual refining, but I have Feng Yujin to help him. He has endured for a few years, and he looks a bit powerful… Mo Mo grabbed the god-conferring coffin and turned to look at it. Xiang Bai Yu confirmed,

“Do you know him?”

Bai Yu shook his head in fear.

He had been captured by the Emperor of Heaven, but this was the first time he saw Mo Mo take action.

She is so strong that she can take down the invincible Ancient Sword Saint in one fell swoop?

Where did the Fengdu Sword that suddenly fell from the sky come from? Is it one of her trump cards?

That’s right…

Emperor Fengtian knows the Eighth Sword Immortal.

That sword was probably left by the Eighth Sword Immortal to this little girl to save her life.

However, he doesn’t seem to be very strong. How could he suppress the ancient sword master to death with just one sword?

——Isn’t it because Mo Mo is too strong?

“I don’t know.”

Although Bai Yu wondered why the ancient sword sage didn’t have to come out at all when he seemed to have made a lot of resistance in the end.

But he still said firmly and confidently: “I know all the ancient sword saints, but I definitely have never seen this one!”

Is he an unknown person… Mo Mo came to this conclusion, and as expected, he did not force himself. No matter where you go, you can only catch an unknown person.

But the weird feeling in my heart still couldn’t be erased.

There is at least one point that cannot be explained:

if you are not strong, how can you become a swordsman? Can this also be piled up with elixirs?

She stopped thinking and turned her head to look at the battlefield on the other side.

Feng Yujin was looking at himself blankly, looking at the God’s Coffin in his hand, with an expression as if he was about to rush back to help, but found that it was no longer needed.

That expression was three parts stunned, three parts shocked, and four parts doubtful, as if to say, how could you challenge the Ancient Sword Master alone?

Mo Mo rolled his eyes, raised the coffin in his hand, and said crisply:

“Take it down.”

…

Click!

Cracked tortoise shell.

All spirituality has been lost on it, and all power has been completely sealed.

When his own state slowly transferred to the guardian artifact “Substitute Turtle” that was refined by his sister, Yue Gongli, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

Boom –

Purple evil energy surged out, and there was no need to pinch the seal. When Yue Gongli stood up from the dust and smoke, a huge statue suddenly formed.

“Deject! Evil God of Evil!”

The huge purple-haired monster with three heads and six arms appeared again, but it did not launch an attack immediately. Instead, it stretched out its hand to protect Yue Gongli.

“Feng Yujin, whose dog dares to mess with me?” Yue Gongli shouted loudly.

Returning to the battlefield, with the Evil God of Sin behind him, he was like a fox that has picked up a tiger and relied on him. He waved his hand and shouted:

“Hua Yuan, kill him with one sword and let him know that you ancient sword cultivators are not easy to mess with.” Yes!”

“…”

Mo Mo looked at him.

Bai Yu looked at him.

Feng Tian Holy Emperor Feng Yujin also looked at him.

No one spoke, and the scene was very awkward.

Yue Gongli opened her mouth and was about to angrily complain about why this new “servant” was so disappointing. After looking around, his eyes finally fell on the coffin in Mo Mo’s hand:

“Hua Yuan!!!”

This unbelievable broken sound

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