I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1714.0

[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]

After taking control of the Siming Temple, the protective power is really at the level of the Ancestral God. .

No matter how much they bombarded outside, the plaque was not broken and the passage was not opened.

But in less than a quarter of an hour…

suddenly, the Siming Temple seemed to have thought about it again, and really opened the passage.

The leading adventurer Yue Gongli – after being kicked in, he was the first to be frightened by the Spider Mountain, Snake Egg Mountain, Chicken Mountain, Bird Mountain, Mushroom Mountain, etc.

In his impression, after the sneak attack on the Infant-creating Sacred Strain in Siming Temple, there were not so many living creatures left!

No, even without that sneak attack, there would never have been such a dense concentration of disgusting creatures here.

Not to mention that each of them looks weird, and their reproductive capacity is even more exaggerated than a flash flood or tsunami. One wave is higher than the other, and they are still alive today!

“The secret of life…”

Xu Xiaoshou glanced at it and suddenly felt that the rules of life here were somewhat similar to those in the prototype of the Diying Shengzhu Temple at that time.

But it’s even more out of control and unreasonable!

His belly was big and he had to have an abortion in a hurry.

Everyone has a big belly and has an abortion.

One by one, they were frantically aborting their babies while searching for the original warrior Dao Qiongtian. Finally, they found their friend whose head exploded in the broken corpse liquid piled up by snakes and insects.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

“Dao Qiongcang, was killed by the Diying Holy Strain?”

His thoughts couldn’t keep up with the weirdness. Before he had time to think more, Sang Lao pointed to the bright light not far away and exclaimed:

“The fate of the ancestors!”

Xu Xiao Shou turned his eyes, not afraid, but trembling in his heart for no reason:

The fate of the Ancestral God is on the Diying Holy Strain… It can only be revealed at the end of the road… Dao Qiongtian was killed by the power of the Ancestral God level… But it is not Tianji who is out of control here. The rules of Tao are the rules of life… It should be that the Holy Strain of Diying was killed in such a short period of time… But why was Dao Qiongcang’s head shot and there was no sound…

“The evil god of evil spirits!”

Xu Xiao was among the lightning and flint. Shou only thought of this possibility:

Dao Qiongtian and the Yingshengzhi were exchanged for one, but there was still an old Yin Bishou Yin Evil God lurking here.

“Don’t go there!”

When he raised his eyes, several rays of holy light flew towards the Ancestral God’s destiny, so greedy.

Xu Xiaoshou’s head went cold when he saw it. Without even thinking about it, he swung his feet and unfolded the space disk, and the wave of light enveloped the four people Sang Shui and Cen Bai who had been guided.

“Teleport!”

Behind him, Yue Gongli, who was so frightened that he returned to the entrance of the teleportation passage and even half-stepped out of the Siming Temple, suddenly felt a strange movement in the space.

After his eyes blurred, he found that in front of him was no longer the passage home, but a dazzling Ancestral God’s fate.

At that moment, Yue Gongli swore that he lost consciousness first.

“So beautiful…”

Bang!

In the next breath, Holy Thought saw a ray of light and shadow, and the fox’s head exploded into minced meat.

At the same time, Xu Xiaoshou, who had replaced a wave of life and death with space replacement, let out a loud roar, full of urgency and anxiety:

“Go home!”

He wrapped the four people and was about to leave the Siming Temple through the space passage.

Before he could move, he suddenly felt his feet being grabbed.

When he lowered his eyebrows, he could only resist the urge to kick the man.

Because the one who caught him was none other than Dao Qiongcang, whose head exploded into watermelon slices:

“You should pack me up when you go back home!”

Xu Xiaoshou hooked his foot and clamped Dao Qiongcang’s headless body with his knees, He didn’t even have time to think about why the corpse could still speak, and was about to leave…

“Damn Xu Xiaoshou, what about me?”

“Isn’t my life life?”

A trace of resentment floated out of Yue Gongli’s headless corpse. He used the power of his soul to wrap up the Ancestral God’s destiny and threw it in the direction of the space passage.

Cen Qiaofu was carried upside down by Xu Xiaoshou on his waist. He watched the bright stream of light flying towards him. His mind flashed and he showed his fascination:

“What a treasure. This is it.”

A handful of the Ancestral God’s destiny.

Bang!

His head also exploded into blood.

…

“Buzz!”

Space teleportation.

After landing, the familiar environment did not appear, and the plaque of the Siming Temple did not come into sight.

Just like that time in the first heaven, space teleportation was transmitted into the prototype of the divine court of the Holy Plant of Diying.

This time, Xu Xiaoshou also came to a strange world, the Galaxy World.

He held Sang Lao between his left ribs, a water ghost on his right waist, a white coat on his shoulder, a headless man on his back, a headless sky on his knees, and Yue Gongli’s soul followed behind him

… Entering this world, there are black holes all around, and there are also sparse stars shining, adding to the decoration.

The first thing to enter is actually a majestic galaxy desk.

Behind the desk, there stood a vague figure of a giant, wearing a starlit gilt robe and a suede crown on his head. He raised his head calmly, solemnly and sacredly.

The man raised his left palm, and there were three huge God-killing Orders suspended in his palm. His right hand needed to be pressed to hold the empty and full ones.

He watches.

In the far distance of the galaxy world, there is a vast execution ground. In the center of the execution ground stands a gold-plated execution pillar that leads to an unknown place.

On the torture pillar, there is a soul that is struggling and pleading. There is only humility in the words, but no dignity:

“…please spare me, please, Mr. Zhenyin True God, spare the little one.” Come on, don’t punish me anymore!”

“As long as you let me go, I, Feng Yujin, swear that I will be a bull and a horse for you for the rest of my life! I’ll help you kill that Xu Xiaoshou, and I’ll pick him off from Dao Qiongtian.” I will give you a drink…I am willing to betray the entire Holy God Continent for you!”

“You should know that for the word ‘Zui Yin’… I am the most loyal!”

Ouch, the voice suddenly stopped.

The soul body, which was kowtowing and begging desperately at the giant desk, with no arrogance at all, sensed something and turned its head to look…

Wow, there are so many people.

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[End of this Chapter.]