I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1704.0

[Chapter 1597: Knowing a mistake and admitting it but not correcting it, the beauty buries her breasts in the master bedroom]

The anger has not reached the peak yet, the opponent has been in the Taoist palace for thirty years Lord, I have bowed to you, the boss of the dark forces.

What else can be done?

Bai Zhou thought he was in trouble, and he couldn’t accept the power of the saints present.

In this case, we can only borrow the donkey from the slope to endure this trouble.

“That’s all.”

He waved his sleeves, picked up the wine gourd and drank a few sips, and said in a depressed tone: “I admit it!” When

Xu Xiaoshou saw this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he couldn’t help feeling a little resentful.

From the bottom of his heart, he recognized Dao Qiongcang’s determination, because now there is not so much time for everyone to push and pull each other slowly to verify their identities.

But the matter itself is extremely unfair. Why can you test me and I can’t resist?

But then again…

In a world where the weak eat the strong, food is the original sin.

Cai deserves to be fed fire, sacrificed as cannon fodder, and even tested.

What can be done?

Xu Xiaoshou, who was taking charge of the situation, didn’t want to take charge of such a shabby thing at all. He gave the old slut a vicious look and said sternly:

“There will be no next time, otherwise, I will take action!”

Okay… Dao Qiongcang nodded silently, His eyes moved vaguely to the Saint Slaves.

There is no problem with Bai Zhou. Does the problem lie with them?

The woodcutter and the axe… After acknowledging their mistakes but not correcting them, Dao Qiongtian focused on Cen Qiaofu, and he would still take action next time.

Just as Xu Xiaoshou thought, Dao Qiongcang also knew that there was not much time to “verify slowly” now.

There has to be someone who stands up and makes a bad show, and only then can we move forward better.

Dao Qiongcang had been the hall master himself, and at that time he was annoyed that the people’s black faces were not singing black enough. Now that he is here, of course he knows how to grasp the degree – without degree, it is the best degree of black face!

…

“Let’s go!”

There was no problem with the double axe, and there was no problem with the white armor. Xu Xiaoshou realized that he really couldn’t go around in circles.

The few people here don’t have much trust in each other.

Trust is something that will be worn away bit by bit as time goes by.

At that time, more small problems and troubles will arise, and even old accounts will be revealed one by one – this must be the situation that the evil god of evil spirits most wants to see.

Therefore, if they continued to linger like this, the team didn’t even take two steps, and their hearts immediately broke apart.

But when it comes to “departure”…

everyone looked at Xu Xiaoshou from a distance. There were two people who showed the way just now. Who should you listen to?

“I’ve been to Siming Temple.”

Yue Gongli didn’t know where the confidence came from. He actually thought that his direction was more accurate than the unpredictable sky.

Xu Xiaoshou himself had a direction to go to the Siming Temple, but he couldn’t be sure.

He looked towards Dao Qiongtian.

The latter pondered and then said: “If you are still not sure, I suggest you listen to Yue Gongli.”

He said this clearly to Xu Xiaoshou without even looking at the other people.

He knew that I also had a direction…Xu Xiaoshou immediately understood that Lao Deng must have known that he had tampered with the God-Slaying Order.

“Okay.”

He agreed without thinking.

Dao Qiongcang definitely has his considerations, if he trusts Yue Gongli so much.

“Thank you.”

After receiving the approval, Yue Gongli’s eyes filled with tears, and a lot of dirty words rushed out of his mouth.

But before he even opened his mouth, Xu Xiaoshou turned over with cold eyes:

“If you keep talking nonsense, I will take action.”

Uh… Yue Gongli looked uncomfortable for a while, silently lowered his head and walked to the Yin Ling coffin, and opened the flat coffin.

“Huh?”

The Six Marrow Corpse King walked out while standing on his head, looking left and right, looking so cute.

“You’re in good shape, okay!” Yue Gongli couldn’t hold himself any longer and kicked him away angrily, causing the latter to kick him into a sleeping position.

He bared his teeth and took a deep breath, and ordered with a somewhat uneasy expression on his face:

“Go explore the way to the Siming Temple, we have been there.”

Oops?

The Six Marrow Corpse King turned his head and stared at him, as if thinking about something.

After staring at it for a while, it suddenly picked up the Yin Ling coffin and smashed it against Yue Gongli.

“Fuck…don’t…uh…help…ahhhh…”

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

Yue Gongli was smashed into the ground.

Everyone stayed where they were, with complicated expressions.

Xu Xiaoshou’s heart was filled with mixed emotions, and at one moment he even had the idea of turning around and returning to the first heaven.

How to lead this team?

No one in this group of people is upright, and they still want to conquer the Evil God?

…

This smash destroyed half of the time of the incense plant.

Yue Gongli, who was completely unprepared for his own corpse, was restrained from the beginning to the end, and the corpse king raised by him was sucked into a deep pit underground.

“That’s not right.”

Dao Qiongcang suddenly frowned when he saw that the Six Marrow Corpse King had violently cut out the depths of a hundred feet or a thousand feet.

Maybe it’s not a joke?

Finally, at a certain critical point, an angry figure jumped up into the sky through the smoke, and Yue Gongli, covered in blood and in embarrassment, emerged from the ground:

“Have you rebelled?”

He pinched Yin Jue, just about to launch a lesson to teach him a lesson for rebellion. The corpse king.

call out.

The Six Marrow Corpse King also jumped out from the ground that was dug into the ground like a mouse hole. It was the first to throw out the Yin Spirit Coffin, blocking it in front of him.

Then he stretched his knees and threw out an ancient plaque stuck at the end of his knees. The plaque traced a graceful arc like a flying bone, and hit Yue Gongli’s buttocks hard where he couldn’t see it.

Zi…

blood stained the Siming Temple.

“Grass!”

Yue Gongli yelled, covering her buttocks.

I was about to retaliate, but when I turned around to look, I saw the plaque stuck on the ground, with three big words on the outside:

“Simming God…”

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