I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1712.0

[Chapter 1600: The destiny of the ancestor god is seen in the hearts of the people, and the soul loses its pride when it is on the torture stake]

“No!!!”

Until the end, Di Ying Shengzhu did everything he could. No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn’t break away from the suppression of the Buddha’s image.

The only thing she could do was to add a bit of confusion, a bit of horror, and a bit of self-doubt to her unwilling roar.

The Buddha of Resentment…

This is a very unfamiliar name of the Buddha.

It is true that the Diying Holy Plant has swallowed many semi-saints, and he also knows about the “Ten Seats”, and he also knows that there is a line in the song of the Ten Seats: “If the Buddha has a grudge, the prison should be full.”

But this person’s way…

no, don’t talk about his way.

Even the existence of this person, as far as the Holy Spirit Continent is concerned, is like a meteor streaking across the sky, passing away in a flash.

The only legend he left behind was a battle between ten thrones.

The specific person he hit is no longer remembered by the world, and then he completely disappeared from the world.

Diying Shengzhu never thought that a person who died so young would leave such a terrifying Saint Emperor level power to the sky in front of him!

The image of the Buddha is higher than this world, higher than everything else.

His great path, from a conceptual level, has crushed almost all living beings from the Holy Continent, except for the Tenth Ancestor.

The Tenth Ancestor…

yes, he can rival the Tenth Ancestor in his way.

It is the way of the Ten Ancestors, so it can only be compared with it!

Such an astonishingly talented person could cultivate to the Holy Emperor in twenty or thirty years, and he was able to suppress his own Holy Emperor with only his remaining strength.

Give him another twenty or thirty years, why not add one more to the ten ancestors, or even move up a floor?

But why…

you are so unknown!

Diying Shengzhu hated this person’s anonymity, so much so that she had been so dismissive of the word “resentment” before.

If she had known this, she would not have given her first choice to this seemingly powerless “strategist” when trying to attract people through the plaque in the Siming Temple.

There is no regret medicine in this world, let’s meet at the south wall.

Chaotic and complex thoughts, accompanied by a revolving door of the past life, came out together, blurring the holy thoughts and the self.

“It hurts!!”

The Diying Holy Plant hurts so much.

She could see nothing.

She felt like her head was splitting, her body was splitting, and her soul and consciousness were splitting apart.

Just like the chaotic swaddling clothes when the world was first born, Diying Shengzhu suddenly saw the beginning of his birth again.

She finally calmed down:

“Is it going to be reincarnation again…”

…

Boom!

The sword kills the baby.

The golden torrent purifies the evil branches.

It surged out along the branches all over the wall and spread to the entire Siming Temple in an instant.

Such a magnificent force pushed outwards, but when the cobwebs, dust stones, etc. on the road and the corner of this hall were passed by like a spring breeze, they did not hurt at all.

The little spider crawling in the darkness, protected by the power of the temple, raised its eyes ignorantly in the golden ocean, and then continued to spin silk and build a web, as hardworking as ever…

The Yin Snake, which had just swallowed a mouse and had a full belly, was brushed by the Buddha’s nature, and it grew The body trembled, and then as if nothing had happened, he spat out a message and crawled back into the damp cave in the corner of the palace…

The black scale insects lingering on the edge of the battlefield were peaceful…

The eyeless bird staying on the beam in the palace was indifferent…

Although the Buddha’s magnificent vow has eliminated all kinds of evil, the little beings in this temple, who are insignificant compared to the innate and the master, are able to survive alone.

In front of the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, the golden light disappeared, revealing the calm face of Dao Qiongcang.

It seems that killing the false ancestor god with one sword is a trivial matter that can be done casually.

And so it is.

Diying Shengzhu is not good at fighting at all.

The original intention of her birth was just to protect this world – to form a baby bond, which is inherently different from blood trees, sisal, etc.

After giving up my fear of the unknown, when the other party emerged from the darkness, and when the source of the “weirdness” was revealed…

the fighting power of this ancestral tree fell into the eyes of Dao Qiongcang. Just average, barely above.

Even if she has the destiny of the ancestor god, let alone the power of the Buddha at her peak, she may not be able to withstand a few rounds compared to the dilapidated and limited Ba Zunzhen, Que Leihan, etc. at this time.

The further one goes up the path, the more obvious the polarization becomes.

Non-warriors who try to make up for their shortcomings in wartime in various other ways are essentially far inferior to those who live for war and have a flash of inspiration during wartime.

Tao Qiongang felt sad.

In fact, he doesn’t even think of himself as a pure fighter. He just has a lot of skills, is good at using his brain, and likes to learn from each other’s strengths.

These sword skills and powers, which seem powerful, are all imitated and borrowed.

In front of the true master, he is vulnerable.

But non-fighters also have their own way.

The Holy Plant of Destining Infants was on the wrong track from the beginning – her path should only be the result of establishing an infant. It was a gift given by nature, and she was uniquely blessed by nature. She should not be greedy and go against nature.

And as Yu Daoqiong Cangyan…

Tianjishu, is the straightest way to becoming a god and an ancestor.

No matter how impressive the ancient swordsmanship is, or how powerful the second-generation swordsmanship is, they cannot shake his original intention.

“Learn from others to control them, not to control yourself.”

Diying Shengzhu is a lesson learned from the past. Of course, there should be more people who have lost their original intention.

Expecting this, he burst out laughing, and Tao Qiongtian stopped thinking about it.

He just walked forward, grabbed the Buddha’s sword, and after the purification was completed, he pulled it out with force. After a pause, he sighed:

“It’s time to come, right?”

…

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Space, Taoism, and even the entire Siming Temple suddenly exploded and turbulent as the Buddha’s Sword Angry Immortal was drawn out.

High walls collapsed everywhere, and the ground collapsed everywhere.

At the corner of the deep hall, among the bursts of rumbling and loud noises, there was a strange neighing sound:

“Uh ah ah ah…”

The sound of the neighing gradually entered gradually, then expanded layer by layer, affecting the entire Siming Temple in an instant.

“Bang.”

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