I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1790

[Chapter 1790]

[Chapter 1670: All parties listened to this idea, and the cross-region war letter was delivered to the Holy Mountain]

Chapter 1672: All parties listened to this idea and handed the cross-domain war letter to the Holy Mountain.

“It’s about to begin. This mouth…”

Fengjia City in the Southern Territory is the first viewing platform.

Dao Qiongcang dropped his sleeves and fell among the mixed crowd, and no one paid him attention.

There were chaotic discussions beside him.

Someone is discussing Shouye’s philosophy and deducing his personal current views.

Some people are pushing forward and interpreting how good the relationship between Master Shou and the master of Dao Palace is.

Nowadays, only a very small number of people here still support the Taoist Palace Master. They believe that the “puppet manipulation” and “Heavenly Secret Technique” are all slandered by Shouye, and call on the Taoist Palace Master to come forward and clarify.

In normal times, Dao Qiongcang would go up and have a chat and express his own opinions.

At this moment, he just smiled bitterly and didn’t say anything.

There is no way to clarify!

What Xu Xiaoshou said in front of Wuyu was like water that was thrown out and could not be taken back.

Even if he wants to accept it, he can’t change public opinion.

Even if I want to clarify it, the yellow mud will fall into my trouser pocket, and the more I argue, the more dirty it becomes, and I can’t clarify it at all.

What’s more, as smart as the sky, he can completely see that Xu Xiaoshou pulled him into the water, just by the way.

He carries a gun and a stick in the story. Not only is this personal emotion not offensive, but it actually makes the originally vague concept come to fruition, giving people a sense of credibility.

Looking at the essence through phenomena, what he really wants to do at this moment is to “enlighten spiritual wisdom” to the world through the five-domain preaching mirror.

“Five great holy emperor families, Yue Bei Hua Rao Dao, I have indeed heard of it, but I can’t remember it at ordinary times. Why?”

“Rao Yaoyao, Beibei, yes, it’s because their surname is Rao and Bei. So many opportunities, look at Wuyue Sword Immortal, he only made a mistake once, and his arm was cut off. ”

“Freedom, meaning, cultivation… Yes, I have pursued them before, but I forgot about them later. It’s like…”

Puppet!

Dao Qiongcang looked around, as if he could see a thread named “Guidance” and “Forgetting” hanging above the heads of every spiritual refiner present.

His surname is Dao, and he understands better than anyone else that these people are all puppets, and they can also be called saint slaves.

But at this moment, these walking corpses in front of the preaching mirror suddenly woke up, because of Xu Xiaoshou’s words?

No!

more than!

And because…

“The Avenue of Meaning!”

Dao Qiongcang slowly stretched out his hand and touched the void, as if he was tasting something.

He could vaguely feel that the surrounding space was fluctuating violently, invisibly transporting “marks” one by one.

Mark, what is it?

Of course, the prerequisite for “receiving the magic from the gods” is the marks left by puppies peeing in the past.

Now, Xu Xiaoshou is not only preaching to the Five Realms, but also pissing on the Five Realms.

However, the difference is that he does not have the idea of taking away all the spiritual refiners in the five realms.

Each of these marks belonging to the Avenue of Mind that he urinated affects all those who are close to him, and they also guide those who have never been close to him to approach one after another.

The purpose is to cut off the thread hanging above the heads of the walking corpses by the families of the five holy emperors!

“Using the super-dao way to transform meaning, against the guidance of the Holy Emperor of the Five Domains and the power of the Holy Emperor’s forgetfulness…”

“Xu Xiaoshou, you are too bold…”

Dao Qiongcang could no longer describe the complex feelings in his heart.

Thirty years younger, he might have agreed with Xu Xiaoshou’s approach, but now he just feels that this guy is too young and does things regardless of the consequences!

In the second half of Relics of God, Dao Qiongcang has noticed a qualitative change in Xu Xiaoshou’s understanding of the Great Way of Mind.

After being tranced at the Relics of God, he even realized that Xu Xiaoshou had digested his understanding of the Avenue of Memory and applied it to his Avenue of Intention.

But Dao Qiongcang never thought that in just one day, as soon as this kid stepped out of the fire pit, he would be slashing and hacking at the Holy Spirit Continent with his back feet.

He didn’t just say it.

He also wanted everyone who heard him to remember what he said.

“Is this a newborn calf?”

The influence left by the five holy emperor families is so dense in quantity and high in quality?

What Xu Xiaoshou can do alone is, at best, only affecting a part of the world in front of the preaching mirror.

For Dashu, this is like a drop in the bucket and cannot change the situation.

But the consumption is very terrifying – covering the five realms with the mysteries of space, branding the continent with the avenue of meaning, even if you go up to the sky, you have to drain people.

Xu Xiaoshou stood in front of the preaching mirror, not even taking a single step of the holy medicine, and continued his actions.

Even the Eight Masters had to endure it for thirty years, and even he had to fake his own death to get out of the predicament. Is this guy so stupid that he wants to move mountains with one person, or fill the sea with his family?

Can a single spark really start a prairie fire?

Dao Qiongcang’s eyes moved and he raised his eyes to look at the sky.

The sky of the Holy God Continent is not always covered with a layer of gloom like the Relics of God. It is very clear, but it is harder to understand.

For a moment, Dao Qiongtian was in a trance.

He didn’t know that he was getting old, so he lost the passion of his youth.

As I grew up, I later really believed that only a seamless plan could break the most comprehensive layout.

He looked at the void, and remembered Void Island in a trance, recalling the old days.

In the past, he was actually a reckless man. He broke through the southern wall despite many obstacles and still wanted to research the living secret puppet. What else is this not a reckless man?

So what key node emerged that caused the reckless man to transform into a wise man?

Dao Qiongcang thought for a while and quickly came up with the answer.

No. 1 is born!

Until No. 1, under the guidance of those five immortals, fell on the Void Island!

To put it mildly, he is unpredictable now, but to put it worst, he is cautious.

Why?

Because there is nothing you can do.

Dao Qiongcang turned around and looked at the young and energetic face of Xu Xiaoshou that was magnified and still talking.

Regardless of anything else, this time, he hopes Xu Xiaoshou wins!

…

“Brother, look!” They

were both in the Southern Territory, but at a spiritual formation crossing leading to the Central Territory. The storyteller stood on tiptoes and pointed in the distance.

A missionary mirror stood in the distance.

The picture in the mirror was enlarged, and a familiar handsome face was smiling seductively. He was talking about something, his mouth was sometimes round and sometimes flat, but the content could not be heard clearly.

“Cute~”

The storyteller smiled from the corner of his eyes, grabbed his wrist, put his hand on his shoulder and held it in front of his chest, biting his green fingers and looked sideways, filled with joy.

Xu Xiaoshou has grown up.

He is self-taught without a teacher and can also “tell stories”.

In front of the preaching mirror, I don’t know which viewing platform I was in. The audience was either muttering, silent, angry, helpless…

their emotions fluctuated due to the storytelling.

The will is changed by the speech.

Ning Honghong tilted her head, and her smile became even wider, as if she had seen her former self.

“Are you calling me?”

Ba Zunzhen responded weakly, as if he also heard his own name.

He wasn’t very sure, after all, it was too far apart, dozens of feet!

He could hear Xu Xiaoshou’s voice and could barely see his face clearly. He was middle-aged and had both sharp ears and eyesight.

It doesn’t matter.

He knew exactly what Xu Xiaoshou was going to do.

“Are we about to start…”

Looking away, Ba Zunzun murmured softly, no longer paying attention to the preaching mirror, and walked straight towards the direction of the spiritual array to queue up.

Someone noticed the movement here, bumped into the body of his companion, and said with a smile:

“Look, he looks like your Eight Masters.”

“Fart, the Eighth Sword Immortal has passed Nanming, Wan Jian Qi Fei, if he needs a teleportation array, he can just go there in a jiffy!”

“But he does look a bit like the Bazun in the portrait in your room. He’s just a little older and his hair is a little paler… Well, he looks a lot like him. You’re so hungry, you’re all drained.”

“Stop talking, everyone is here, you are really rude!”

Bazunzhen raised his eyes and glanced at the long queue, waving to the storyteller silently. Go to the back of the queue.

The closer one gets to twilight, the more blurry the music and pictures become.

Everything that was unimportant couldn’t reach his eyes and ears, so it went away with the wind.

But on the contrary, the feeling of nature, Taoism and induction has become extremely close.

Heaven and man are not separated from each other, so there is no concept of “unity”.

Even though his eyes are turbid, Bazun can see the waves in space and the waves of his thoughts. He keeps silent and can detect the sounds of grass and the dancing sea breeze.

Deaf people are good at singing and music, while blind people are good at painting.

It is the six senses that limit the human body and set the rules. When giving up these rules, it is completely violated.

The world begins to be unconstrained!

Zangjian is now old, and Ba Zunzhen can no longer feel any spiritual energy from his body, and even his life seems to have dried up.

The only thing he could detect was the sword energy all over his body.

“This skin restrains his sword energy…”

The Eight Masters used this to cultivate an immortal sword body. They originally thought that this was the basis for being limited by talent and reversibly changing their destiny.

He found that this was still limiting.

Heaven, earth, rivers and mountains, my skin and sword.

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, Ba Zunxun begins to think from the perspective of the sword, whether the sword energy comes from him or me:

“I am surging, I am burning, when I draw the sword into the mountains and rivers, all that is left is tearing. Break the immortal skin that binds me.”

Seal the sword to the old age, and I will become a saint.

Confess me to the old age…

…

and bury me in the Sword Tomb.

On a whim, Wen Ting patrolled the mountain to touch gold, and saw Xu Xiaoshou in the preaching mirror surrounded by worshipers.

He stopped and listened for a while, looking at the east mountain in the distance.

The east mountain is like a sword, and the sisal is like a sharp edge.

Wen Ting’s eyes showed nostalgia, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the palm-sized sword burial mound from a distance, and sighed:

“That’s so well said.”

…

Shenyue Immortal City.

Xiao Kongtong holds the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword and carries a large sack, and hurries past the preaching mirror covered in blood.

When he saw Xu Xiaoshou with a hearty smile above him, he couldn’t help but grin, showing his teeth.

“Boom!”

The void thundered.

A holy calamity almost came.

Everyone in Xiao Kongtong panicked, quickly controlled themselves, and rushed back to the battlefield.

Overcoming the tribulation is not possible. He has not yet won the title of Seven Swordsmen and has not completed his unfinished dream for his teacher. How can he become a swordsman in advance?

The master of the sword kills, and proves the way by killing.

Over the past few months, Xiao Kongtong has continued to implement the concept that has been dreamed of for thirty years.

He finally understood why the teacher had left behind so many great battles and so many informal sword songs.

If you keep killing, there will always be a moment of inspiration.

“Xu Xiaoshou, are you going to start enlightening yourself?”

…

Qingyuan Mountain, Changde Town.

Que Leihan leaned against the pillar with his arms crossed, looking at the mirrors carried by the residents of the two small towns, and looking at Xu Xiaoshou talking loudly above.

He stretched out his big hand and touched Taoism.

Zhi!

The purple electricity swayed slightly.

The iron collar of the ban on martial arts was raised slightly.

Quirehan put down his hand and shook his head slightly. He searched for a long time and couldn’t find anyone.

“Where are the two pillars?”

…

Tiansang Ling Palace, thatched house.

Ye Xiaotian was floating alone beside the wooden table, looking at the preaching mirror in the eighth palace with an expressionless face.

In front of him, there were still four sets of bowls and chopsticks, but there was no roast goose on the table.

Old man Sang has lost all his fun, and the weird sainthood of moving to a new house seems to be gone. Xiao Qixiu finally goes back to pursue his dream after so many years…

In the end, being alone is eternity.

“Mom…”

A voice called from his chest.

Ye Xiaotian sniffed and quickly wiped away his tears, but his nose still felt sore.

He was persuaded by Xu Xiaoshou, but he could not regain his original intention of cultivating Taoism:

“What about the ‘four sons and four sons, walking for a lifetime’ as promised?”

…

Nanming Kun leaped, turned into a roc, and soared for nine days.

A black and red domineering star-patterned puppet stopped near the sea, its abdomen opened, and a girl jumped out.

Wearing white clothes, with black eyes, she bent over with bare feet, stepped on the cold sea water, and picked up shells on the beach.

Xu Xiaoshou’s vague voice came from the cabin behind him:

“It makes sense…”

“It doesn’t make sense…”

Yu Zhiwen raised her head and slightly curled her mouth. She knew what Xu Xiaoshou meant, and it was not meaningless.

The song of the waves cheers and expresses the freedom and rebirth of the sea.

The shells on the shoal are still silent. Is silence meaningless?

“No!”

Xu Xiaoshou’s decisive voice came out from inside the cabin.

Yu Zhiwen touched the sea water, raised her head slightly, and let the black sea breeze blow the tips of her hair, bringing a moist touch.

She rubbed the shell and threw it forward.

The uncontrolled waves are pushing the shells forward. After landing again, the silent shells may find meaning.

…

in the distance at the foot of Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Tianren Wushen suddenly raised his head, and Sanyan’s pupils under the orange mask rotated rapidly and suddenly froze.

There were heavy sounds of wind, shouts, and surprises in his ears.

He passed by the crowd and walked towards the Holy Mountain. Pain stirred in his brain. He covered his head and stopped in the chaos, feeling that he had forgotten something again.

He remembered that he had a teammate…

yes, Xu Xiaoshou!

No, it’s Lei Xi’er!

Heavenly Man Wushen frowned, searching for something in the fragmented memory, and found himself.

He no longer dared to have teammates.

He had already persuaded Lei Xier to leave.

He planned to go to the Holy Mountain alone.

“What should I do?”

Life seems to be meaningless.

He walked aimlessly towards the Holy Mountain, knowing only that he had to stand for a while.

He suddenly stopped, turned around, looked at the person in the mirror in the distance, and thought of the poor guy who had passed away and had no news of him now.

“They are all back.”

“Huang Quan, why haven’t you returned home yet?”

…

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the preaching mirror as if he were looking at the people of the Five Realms. He knew that everyone was looking at him now.

He continued, telling his story:

“I know a ghost beast friend, a senior in red.”

“Ghost beasts are good ghost beasts. They only have one dream in their lives. Just find a nest to live in.”

“Red. ” Yi is also a good Hongyi. He only has one dream in his life, which is to kill all the ghost beasts.”

After a pause, he smiled and said,

“But one day, I met a little Hongyi in Hongyi’s team? No. , a little ghost beast…”

“I searched for the secret, traced the meaning, and later found out that the so-called red clothes robbed ghost beasts was just to seize the power from them.”

“My senior in red clothes, Zhan Dao, has the power of Taixu . ——Haoran Zhengqi, I don’t know whether he is too weak now. ”

“Now that I think about it, I think he is a wretch and an experimental subject.”

Xu Xiaoshou pointed in the direction of the Four Symbols Secret Realm:

“I am in that place. He tore a unicorn with his hands. It is a holy beast and also a ghost beast.

“Beihuai is not targeting me. What he wants is the greedy god – the ghost beast in me. What he wants is to devour it.”

“I don’t know how many experiments they have conducted over the years, how many ghost beasts have been deprived of their power, and who has been disguised as the power of Taixu.” ” I

only know that people like the first-generation red-clothed Fang Wenxin , and the red-clothed seniors who wanted to introduce me, there are not many people like them who still remember their original intentions.”

After listening to the ghost beast thing in silence, Wuyu saw Master Shou spread his hands and returned to the topic just now. :

“So, is it meaningless for a saint slave to pursue freedom?”

“No!”

“It makes sense!”

Xu Xiaoshou said that he was considered a very pure saint slave, because he also found his own answer :

“There are always more than ten people trapped in the cage.”

“The experimental subjects in red, the foreigners in white, the semi-saints outside the Holy Temple, and you who are waiting to become these three kinds of people on the road… ”

Everyone is a slave of the saints!”

All the saints of Guizhe Holy Mountain looked at Love for the Common People, and even the expressions of the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoys were anxious.

But everyone tried to use their eyes to make the people of the world shoot arrows to stop Xu Xiaoshou, but they loved the people and were indifferent.

He was still listening, and Xu Xiaoshou was still talking:

“Empty talk is meaningless.”

“It is meaningless to pursue illusory ideas and talk so much.”

“Courtesy is given to smiles, and truth is given to those who respect you. Respect is mutual. , when civilization doesn’t work, you still have to return to barbarism…”

“One word, fight!”

Xu Xiaoshou looked into the mirror, crossing a realm and looking towards the Holy Mountain.

Lovers on the holy mountain don’t have to look at the mirror drunk in the wind. Under the eyes of the avenue, everything is adjacent to the side.

When the word “fight” was finalized, the spectators from the five regions had already understood something. The crowd was excited and their eyes were filled with hope.

But when Master Shou smiled, he waved his hands and said,

“If you love the common people, there is no need to say nonsense about blocking Taoism and expelling sinners. Jiujigui can’t do it, and you don’t have the ability.”

“I won’t play any conspiracy with you. Conspiracy, there is a saying in Dao Qiongcang. Everyone skips the process and goes directly to the result.”

He pointed at the mirror and pointed at Ai Cangsheng:

“You, come and stay in the Southern Territory.”

He pointed at himself and rowed towards the horizon. Point to the Holy Mountain:

“I will go to the Dead Sea to pick up my master.”

Immediately, he retracted his fingers, pulled out the hidden pain, shook a sword flower in his hand, and stabbed the preaching mirror, shocking the people of the five regions:

“When this is all over, I will pick up Fight.”

“Kill as many as you come; come to the Holy Emperor and kill the Holy Emperor.”

He slashed the void twice with his sword, as if he was killing a dog:

“Including your beloved dog.”

“Understand Ming Gong.”

[End of This Chapter.]