I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1867

[Chapter 1867]

[Chapter 1,742 Chapter 174: A word becomes a decree and turns resentment into reality, melting down the ladder to control this world]

Chapter 1744 Chapter 1740: If there is a grievance after a word is fulfilled, the world

can only be fought if the ladder is broken?

No way out?

Xu Xiaoshou has never been the kind of person who would risk his life to survive.

Perhaps it has something to do with past experiences. So far, life is still noble in his eyes, especially his own!

He can accept a fight to the death and will not give up even to the last moment.

But Xu Xiaoshou would definitely not accept any fatal battle that could be avoided in advance.

The mind disk swirled slightly, and a wisp of thought was cast into the wave of thoughts. He threw it at Sang Lao’s ear and asked directly:

“The ancient war altar, how to transcend?”

Sang Lao is obviously not a person who talks nonsense:

“Ancestral God! ”

He said conclusively:

“Unless you have the ancestor gods, you cannot transcend.”

“Theoretically, the ancient war platform can challenge the ten ancestors and have an unreserved battle, but it should not be able to withstand the aftermath of the battle for a long time.”

“So Ruruo . You should be able to break the restrictions of the ancient War God Platform by claiming the title of God. After all, War Ancestor is just a lingering thought now.”

Mr. Sang didn’t talk nonsense.

But his words are essentially the same as nonsense.

If I want to be able to become a god and proclaim my ancestor, what can I do to break the restrictions of the ancient War God Platform? I just wipe the throat of all the people I love with a sword. Wouldn’t it smell good?

But all options are gone with just one word!

“I understand.”

On the Guizhe ruins, Xu Xiaoshou pondered for a long time.

The world in the field of vision gradually faded, and in the end, only Ai Cangsheng was left standing in the southern region, standing amidst the power of the evil god raging in the sky.

He still didn’t attack first.

Seeing that Mr. Sang still had no intention of asking him to fish him out in the Dead Sea, Xu Xiaoshou asked:

“What do you need me to do?”

Mr. Sang smiled and clasped his hands:

“Alive.”

It was obvious that the Holy Power could not be used in the Dead Sea.

Xu Xiaoshou can be an exception, and people in the Five Realms cannot escape.

But as soon as Sang Lao made this seal, a drop of colorful black blood suddenly appeared from the center of his eyebrows.

“What is this?”

Feng Zhongzui’s eyes widened.

It was indeed a drop of black blood, but it was black with light, and the luster was rippling, appearing colorful.

I’ve been broadening my horizons all day long!

All the “orders” of the past world seem to have no application in front of this group of people.

But yes.

Rules, established for slaves.

For them, these vulgar rules are meant to be broken!

“Sacrifice!”

Sang Lao pointed upward.

The drop of black blood burst into the void, penetrated the Dead Sea, and flew towards an unknown place.

“Om…”

The pressure of the Holy God Continent sank.

Everyone in the five regions had this Sanskrit sound of the Buddha’s name in their minds, and their souls seemed to be cleansed.

“Come again!”

Everyone was shocked.

The belly of Zhan Ancestor earlier surfaced, which was enough to shock people.

After Zhan Zu…

now what, Buddha?

No, there is no such ancestor among the ten ancestors!

Xu Xiaoshou had no idea what exactly Sang Lao and Sheng Nu wanted to do, and he estimated that if he asked, Sang Lao wouldn’t be able to tell.

But all in all, what they want to do at this moment is absolutely inseparable from the purpose of the Holy Slave – freedom!

Live…

I want to live, what about you?

With a thought, Xu Xiaoshou threw away the question again and asked,

“Besides living?”

Sang Lao sacrificed the drop of strange blood, his face was very pale, as if all the strength in his body had been drained.

But he still twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling, and looked aloof:

“Survive, and leave the rest to my master.”

…

“Om!!!”

He murmured softly at first, and then emphasized it!

When Tong Zhanzu surfaced, the sound of the ancient war drums was very different.

After the holy slave sacrificed the drop of black blood sleevelessly, the world only experienced a whisper.

Then it was like a loud bell ringing in their ears. Everyone’s eyes turned white from the deep sound, and they almost died from the inside out.

“Ah——”

But after hearing this sound, countless spiritual masters from all over the five regions screamed and wailed, covering their heads and shooting out demonic energy from their seven orifices.

Pure magic!

In other words, the breath of the Demon Ancestor’s power!

“The Holy Slave has no sleeves, what he sacrifices is a drop of the blood of the ancestors, the blood of the demon ancestors?”

Dead Sea, Feng Zhongzui sticks to his heart, but seems a little frightened.

Compared with the illusory and illusory thoughts of the war ancestors, a drop of genuine blood of the ancestor gods can play a huge role in the hands of a knowledgeable spiritual refiner!

Do you understand sleeveless?

If he doesn’t understand, there are really not many spiritual refiners in the world who can!

But the fact is that this seems to be a wrong inference, because after the spiritual refiners from all over the five regions were instantly demonized…

“Hum!”

The golden light of Buddha nature swept past.

Everyone who was possessed by the demon fell silent.

The injuries on their bodies were all healed, as if nothing had happened just now.

“What is this?”

Feng Zhongzui experienced the invasion of demonic energy. Although it could not invade his original mind, he also experienced the caressing of the real Buddha’s voice.

This is truly a world of ice and fire, as if someone is stabbing someone with a knife on the one hand, and someone is using God’s blessing to quickly repair the wound on the other.

The demonic nature is immortal, and the sword keeps stabbing people.

The Buddha-nature is constant and the healing power is constant.

“What have I experienced!”

“Ah ah ah…”

In just a short moment, people in the five realms fell into the world between demons and Buddhas no less than dozens of times.

And this is just the prelude to the sacrifice of that drop of black blood. When its power is truly revealed, it is…

Phew!

A soft sound.

There was a crack in the void, and Xu Xiaoshou looked back abruptly.

But at the extremely high place of the Guizhe ruins, on the ladder in the clouds, a drop of black blood jumped out from nowhere.

It was lifted up and rotated quietly, as if it had gone through the vicissitudes of life.

“No!”

Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils were shocked.

In his eyes, it was clearly a drop of black blood.

Suddenly, she was in a trance. It was not just a drop of blood, but transformed into…

“Buddha?”

…

Feng Xiaoshuang actually regretted it countless times.

She really wanted to turn off the mission and go home to have a good rest.

She really wants to live another five hundred, fifty… even five years.

She couldn’t help it.

She could only carry the missionary mirror.

In response to the old master’s order, he bit the bullet and aimed at the drop of black blood on the ladder to heaven.

In the missionary mirrors across the five regions, the images of Master Shou and Emperor Cangsheng suddenly shrank, replaced by the Ladder to Heaven and the Dead Sea.

“Hum!”

At the same time, the black blood disappeared.

Above the clouds and the ladder to heaven, it turned into a majestic golden Buddha sitting cross-legged.

“Shiki!”

On the other side, waves of the Dead Sea surged.

The Holy Slave was sleeveless, and after responding, his whole body was scorched.

He was like an empty shell, a body scorched by the fire.

The crack between his brows was steep and bright, a bit out of place, as if the golden cinnabar didn’t belong to him.

When the cinnabar glowed with golden light, endless golden Buddha-nature power emerged from the burnt wound on Qi’s body, spurting out.

“Golden?”

Feng Zhongzui blinked.

When I looked again, my scalp was numb.

That is clearly the black demonic power!

The cinnabar that lights up is not a golden light, but a bloody red light!

There was no time for him to explain…

In the hearts of everyone in the five regions, a voice originating from a heavy drink sounded:

“Sang Qiye, please ask the oracle!”

…

“Om mani padme hum… …”

“Om Mani Padme Hum…”

“Om Mani Padme Hum…”

The sound of the great Brahma dragon is as shocking as before, but it is fundamentally different.

Because at this time, the six-character mantra does not arise gradually, nor does it no longer produce demonic qualities in people, but it is purely a gentle power to soothe people’s hearts, but it also carries an absolute shock.

When on the golden ladder to heaven, the majestic golden Buddha casts golden light to the world.

In a sinful place like the Dead Sea, in the black water and in the cinnabar, the light of the Buddha also shines out.

Sleeveless and naked, Sang Lao was like a black stone. Suddenly his eyes woke up and he shouted:

“Go away with the red scorch, and return home if you have any grievances!”

In an instant, the black water around his body drained away, and golden light gathered.

“Buzz…”

Golden light rippled.

Behind him, a huge lotus platform appeared faintly.

On the ladder to heaven, sometimes it looks like black blood, sometimes it looks like a Buddha, and it has completely condensed into the latter.

The golden Buddha seemed to have eliminated his demonic nature in an instant. He stood up on the ladder to heaven and jumped forward.

“Boom!”

The minds of everyone in the five regions were shocked.

But the Buddha on the ladder to heaven disappeared.

On the universal lotus platform behind Saint Slave Wuxi, there is a huge Buddha sitting cross-legged.

It has a golden body, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, a smile at the corner of its mouth, showing joy to others, its left hand is raised emptyly on the belly, with nothing hanging in the middle, and the right hand is lightly twisted on the chest, showing no seal or determination.

“This is…”

Just looking at it like this.

The Big-Belly Buddha gives people the feeling of being carefree, and it is a golden body of the Buddha that could only be created in a peaceful and prosperous age.

It’s not very recognizable.

Because of the prosperity and peace, everyone can only focus on the matters at hand, and do not have to place their faith in things that do not require faith.

Asking for help from Heaven and God, asking for Buddha and ancestors, none of them are as good as asking for oneself.

But the world didn’t even have time to remember any insignificant characteristics of the big-bellied Buddha. After a blink of an eye, something terrible happened…

The Buddha turned black!

It no longer has a kind look on its face, but has a sad expression on its face.

It is no longer careless, but carries something with both hands, a hanging skull bracelet, and a holding seal.

The golden lotus platform, under the demonized Buddha image, faintly oozed some black liquid.

At a certain moment, when they were watching intently, the people in the five realms were horrified to find that…

the Buddha was upside down!

It has its head on the lotus platform and its legs in the air – in this posture, the sad eyes hanging upside down are staring at the world, rolling, how weird!

Xu Xiaoshou was frightened.

What kind of Buddha is this, so demonic?

It’s too inappropriate, too solemn, and too unserious!

“Subversion, collapse, chaos…”

From now on, he could only interpret such unreasonable thinking.

But the world is so inclusive, no matter how inappropriate, solemn, or serious it is, everything that exists makes sense.

As soon as the “inverted Buddha appearance” appeared, Sang Lao suddenly became pious.

He lost his perverseness, his arrogance, and his infiltration.

Even the face that usually looked scary when you looked closer now looked very amiable.

“It’s moving…”

Drunken eyes trembled in the wind.

Yes, the Holy Slave moved sleevelessly.

He took a step forward, and his charred body degenerated into a simple gray-brown monk’s robe.

As the black water surged, his straw hat was easily pushed away.

It turned out that all the hair on his head…which was full of dissatisfaction, fell out and turned into a monk.

The monk had red lips and white teeth, and a spot of cinnabar on his forehead, but his brows were frowned and he looked worried.

He took another step forward and saw no change in his strength. He quietly walked out of the Dead Sea and appeared next to Xu Xiaoshou.

“What?”

Xu Xiao was frightened and staggered.

He could barely keep up with Old Man Sang… Wait, is this still Old Man Sang?

He looked at the monk in front of him and was stunned.

“What!”

Feng Xiaoshuang was also frightened.

When the preaching mirror was taken at this time, the holy slave was sleeveless and became so illusory and unreal.

No, he should not be a saint slave without sleeves, he is a monk in sleeveless clothes… The ethereal monk’s sleeveless clothes, with a sword at his waist and a magic wand in his hand, this combination is simply weird!

Don’t talk about Feng Xiaoshuang.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t describe his current feelings.

In his memory, the eminent monk wore a red cassock, had a white beard and white eyebrows, and said that he was very good.

It is difficult for him to leave the temple at such a young age.

The person who is equipped with a knife and a staff is most likely a monk who has broken the precepts!

This young monk looked a bit like a monk who had broken the precepts, but also a bit different. After passing by Xu Xiaoshou, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He glanced sideways slightly, nodded slightly, and said,

“I’ll see you in the pagoda.”

…

“Huh?”

Xu Xiaoshou’s hair stood on end.

See you at the inverted pagoda?

Why is this format so familiar?

See the Void Island, see the ruins of Ranming, see the ruins of God, see the inverted pagoda… So, you are Dao Qiongtian? !

But how could Mr. Sang have a relationship with Dao Qiongcang?

Whether Dao Qiong Cang can grasp the power he is using now is a matter of two minds.

After all, he just said it.

“Ask the oracle!”

he also said.

“Go away with burnt skin, and return home if you have any grievances.”

There are all kinds of complaints against the Buddha… and all kinds of things, and no matter how hard it is to believe it, when the sentence “See you when the pagoda is turned upside down” comes out, Xu Xiaoshou is finally able to string it all together:

What Sang Lao borrowed was not the blood of the demon ancestor, but resentment. The blood of Buddha.

Sui Yin had said frankly before that it was the Demon Ancestor who complained about the collapse of the pagoda town, so it was because he was not strong enough and was contaminated?

But if this blood could be borrowed, it would have been thirty years ago.

Otherwise, if the Holy Slave had the means to see Youyu again, God would not have been searching for thirty years to no avail…

“Thirty years ago, Youyu was not the first Holy Emperor, but already close to the ancestral god, or even as good as the ancestral god?”

“No wonder others are making small fuss, he is already suppressing the Demon Ancestor…”

Such a shock is even more outrageous than the Eight Deities know Wang Qing, Kuilei Han Wang Zi, and Dao Qiong Cang Wang Dao.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t even believe that his judgment was true.

But without waiting for him to think too much, the monk’s clothes were sleeveless and he took another step forward.

This time, his back appeared directly on the ladder, anywhere in sight of the people of the Five Realms.

His height is supreme.

Behind him is the world.

From this angle, the world can only see the sword filled with murderous aura and the big staff filled with demonic energy – no one can understand such a Buddha’s appearance!

Xu Xiaoshou knew it.

He was definitely not Mr. Sang, but he could only have a grudge.

After all, he has seen the Jie Dao, and he has also seen the magic wand – the Buddha-cutting knife, and the Prison Sky Magic Wand!

On the golden ladder to heaven, there was a person who was not understood by the world and was wearing a simple gray-brown monk’s robe. However, he took the initiative to turn around and cast his gentleness into this world.

His way is extremely simple, just like the current Sanskrit voice of the five realms:

“All disasters will be paid to me, and I will enjoy peace in the world.”

“All swords will be added to me, and there will be no bloodshed in the world.”

There is a grudge sitting cross-legged, unloading the sword lightly, and holding the wand horizontally.

Without saying any more words, a golden relic came out of his mouth.

This is…

Xu Xiaoshou’s face was moved.

That’s the relic!

But its power is almost equal to the destiny of the ancestor god!

“The innate fate of the Ancestral God…”

In an instant, everyone in the five regions thought of something.

Under the great mantra of this little gray-brown monk, I think of the one in the tenth throne, “If the Buddha has any resentment, the hell will be full.”

On the ladder to heaven, he spit out the relics.

All the spiritual masters from the five regions who had been attacked by the demonic energy were brought in without mercy.

Resentment swallows up all evil spirits and all sins.

His pale body was extremely solid, with lotus flowers blooming under his feet, and the cinnabar between his brows was even redder and bloodier.

contradiction!

Still a contradiction!

No matter what, it is difficult for anyone to accept that such extreme contradictions can coexist in one body, yet they can achieve such a harmony of yin and yang.

If there is any complaint, he spreads his palms slightly.

With a squeaking sound, his arm was scorched, and it looked like a sleeveless, red, scorched hand.

But in the next moment, the power of the sleeveless red-scorched hands, which were possessed and transformed based on the melting of the Divine Mind Dragon, was purified by the golden relics, and returned to chaos.

When all kinds of unforgiveness and all kinds of sins are being refined, the burnt rot in the palms of resentment fades away, and a soft, water-like, golden thought emerges.

“Will power…”

Xu Xiaoshou’s scalp was slightly numb.

He has seen this kind of piercing thought.

This is sincere faith and undivided piety.

The last time, and the only time, he saw someone with this kind of second-generation spiritual consciousness, it was the unhappy little monk – a disciple who had a grudge against the Buddha!

There are so many thoughts in my mind.

On the ladder to heaven, after the Buddha sat down, his mind felt as still as water.

He stretched out his hand and touched it, and the power of the wish overflowed from the relics, flowing through the lotus platform and all over the ladder to heaven.

“Plop…”

A strange noise was made.

Touched by the wishing power, the ladder actually made corroding and burning sounds. White flames rose from time to time, but soon even the white flames were calmed down.

The five realms are all vast.

He didn’t even do anything to love the common people, he just watched this situation quietly.

But when I saw the golden relics returning from time to time on the ladder to heaven, I complained that the Buddha had faded into a monk’s robe without sleeves.

The five realms blinked, and the sleeveless monk’s robe faded again, fading into a sleeveless, red and scorched body of mulberry seven leaves.

Another blink of an eye…

it hasn’t faded yet!

At this point, Sang Lao is like a stone sculpture.

He is eternally fixed in the sky, leaving only one voice that spreads across the five realms, declaring the firmness of his way and the solidity of his heart:

“I will melt the ladder to heaven and rule this world for one year. The ten ancestors are irreversible.”

[End of This Chapter.]