I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1697.0

[Chapter 1595: There is no forgetfulness of sorrow in the Wangyou Tower, and there is no sorrow in the wooden statue]

“Chachacha…”

Bang.

The wine glass was placed heavily on the tea table, which was very harsh.

A few wisps of hot wind blew through the quiet attic.

Rao Wang was sitting in front of the stage, his face and body were shrouded in the hazy blue wind, and he felt a bit impetuous.

He still didn’t speak, and only glanced at the golden-robed man wearing a golden mask on the left. This was Huang Quan.

Yes, one of the heads of the five holy emperor families, the Wuse Saint Emperor, and the leader of the dark force, the King of Hell, are sitting in front of the same tea table at this moment – this is a scene that neither of them had imagined in their lives.

“Chachacha…”

Compared with the restlessness displayed by the Wanze Saint Emperor, Huang Quan was also sitting, but a little more reserved.

He sat upright, even stiff, with his hands hanging straight by his legs, without the proper arc to relax his joints, like a wooden sculpture.

Different from the turbid yellow wine spilled all over the table of Emperor Wanze, the cup belonging to Huang Quan had been sitting there from beginning to end, and he had never touched it once.

“Crack, click, click…”

This sound keeps ringing in the ears, which makes people feel more uncomfortable, irritated, and painful than a saw cutting someone!

“Don’t say anything?”

The Holy Emperor Wuze stood up and stared at Huang Quan.

Seeing that there was still no response, he took a deep breath of red turbid wind and glanced to the right:

“This Emperor, when can I leave this building?”

…

chachacha…

The jade-faced scholar looked like With no time to spare, he was concentrating on carving the palm-sized piece of wood in his hand with a carving knife.

On it, the image of a middle-aged man with a strong face, clear outlines, and a bit of impetuousness between his eyebrows is vividly displayed.

“Come soon, friend.”

Kong Yuhan replied without even raising his head.

The carving knife in his hand moved very quickly, but only a little bit of wood powder was peeled off at a time, which was very grinding. “…Don’t be in a hurry.”

The attic on the first floor of Gujin Wangyou Building was already filled with a hazy feeling.

I don’t know where the light from the transparent windows was borrowed from, and it shined on this place, making the dust float and making it beautiful.

“Chachacha…”

the irritable voice continued.

Rao Wangze stood up from the table with a loud bang. He could no longer bear the grinding sound of the knife that had been tortured for seven or eight days, and said angrily:

“This Emperor, something is wrong!”

“Next time, I will come to your attic to help you. Finish this wood carving, okay?”

Kong Yuhen finally stopped holding the carving knife in his hand, and raised his bright eyes to look at the domineering Holy Emperor.

At this moment, the wind jumping around Rao Wuze felt a little more hopeful.

“Too high, friend.” Kong Yuhen waved to him, “Sit down.”

After saying that, regardless of whether Holy Emperor Huan Ze sat down or not, he put down the wooden sculpture in his left hand and picked up the tea table in front of him. Another unfinished product on.

He turned his head to look at the golden masked man.

Move the carving knife again.

“Chachacha…”

…

Bang!

Black wind suddenly fell from the sky and shattered the tea table into pieces.

The splashing black wind caused Huang Quan’s golden robe to dance, and when it blew past Kong Yuhen, it seemed as if it couldn’t touch another time and space, and it didn’t even move his hair.

“This emperor, there is something important!”

“The power of this emperor still exists in the first level of the ruins of God. If I don’t go back for a day, I will destroy Taixu there every day.”

“If it is used by someone with intentions, more than just The Holy Slave, the Holy Temple, even you, and you…”

He pointed at Huang Quan, who was sitting upright, feeling even more depressed for no reason, and shouted: “Even your people, the King of Hell, will die one by one!”

Huang Quan !

Indifferent, the eyes under the mask were very dull, as if someone had cast a restraining spell, without even a finger twitching.

Kongyu glanced out the window.

Obviously, the worry of the Holy Emperor was unnecessary, because there were not many people left outside the window.

Delayed mercy is too contemptuous.

Kong Yuhen let out a long sigh, held the carving knife and looked at the Holy Emperor:

“Friend, you are very anxious.”

…

Anxious?

Hahaha, are you talking to me about anxiety?

How could I not be anxious? Who has the leisure time and mood to play wood carving with you in this wretched place!

I have business to do!

Entering the ruins of the gods this time is a great opportunity, one of the few best opportunities to reverse the deteriorating situation of Emperor Wurao. The Holy Strain of Death

that intercepted the fate of the Ancestral God, the God-killing Priest Ranming Cannian, and even the Evil God of Evil…

Each of these are opportunities that cannot be met or sought in the Holy God Continent. They are the opportunities of the other four Death Cities. Prevent yourself from contacting or cooperating with others.

And now, just out of curiosity, he entered the “Ancient and Modern Forgetting Tower”…

“Ahhhhhh!”

The Holy Emperor was so irritated that he wanted to yell, regretful to the point of collapse, and anxious to the point of committing suicide.

Just imagine, in this dilapidated battlefield of ancient ruins, everyone is struggling for life.

Suddenly, you turned your head and saw a three-story attic that was exquisite, elegant, and unsullied from the mud on the empty wasteland behind you.

There are also several large characters hanging on the plaque on the attic, which are recorded in the ancient history of the Holy Emperor family and can only be seen by those with great opportunity in every era.

you!

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