I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1868

[Chapter 1868]

[Chapter 1,743: The Buddha’s palm arrests Lu and slaps him in the cage, I give orders with the sword in white clothes]

Chapter 1745: The Buddha’s palm arrests Lu and slaps him in the cage. I command the sword in white

to pounce!

The golden wish power was like lava. When it flowed through the ladder from bottom to top, it made a strange sound like the burning white flames.

Wherever it passes, the Tao will be crushed and the ladder to heaven will melt.

In just a few breaths, the ladder that stretched to unknown heights, in full view of everyone…

“Broken?!”

The ladder suddenly collapsed.

Its form of existence includes both material and energy.

The block fell from the ladder and was melted by the power of will when it fell into the air.

The power contained in the ladder had not yet splashed out when it exploded, but it was also wrapped and converted by the power of will, turning into wisps of spring breeze blowing the earth.

“The ladder to heaven is really broken!”

Drunk in the wind does not feel like a spring breeze.

Even if he is just a junior, even if he doesn’t know much about the ladder.

Following the basic concept, he also clearly knew what everything that was happening now meant:

“The Ladder to Heaven is said to be the only passage from the Holy Spirit Continent to the ‘Upper Realm’, ‘God Realm’, and ‘Heaven Realm'”

“Actually, I didn’t understand it before, but now everyone should understand that it is the only passage to the secret realm of the Five Holy Emperors! ”

“Senior Wuxiu cut off the ladder of heaven, didn’t he cut off the way for the Holy Emperor to come?”

“He will be in charge of the Holy Continent for another year. He will become the master of the world, and even the ten ancestors will not be able to disobey him?”

Feng Zhongzui finished, All are somewhat unable to understand their own understanding.

Even if we replace the Holy Slaves without sleeves with ten resentful Buddhas, we still can’t say, “The Ten Patriarchs are irreversible”!

“Where is the Great Emperor?”

Someone soon noticed this.

What happened just now cannot escape the eyes of the great road that loves people.

But at this point, the ladder to heaven has been melted down. Why don’t you love the common people and not shoot arrows?

Is it because you are afraid of being attacked by your master?

The picture in the missionary mirror changed in time and went to the side of Ai Cang Sheng in the Southern Territory, but there was no Ai Cang Sheng, only a yellow headscarf.

Zhong Yuanzi was serious in speech and seemed very aloof.

But he was also worried about the situation in his heart. He could only hold his forehead with one hand and explained casually as if helpless:

“It’s like this. He may not want to explain, but it is necessary for me to explain it to everyone for him.”

“The Ancient War God Platform.” , has been turned on.”

This was said briefly, but concisely.

Everyone immediately recalled that just now Emperor Cangsheng shot Zhong Yuanzi in the head with an arrow…

Zhong Yuanzi, unscathed!

Feng Zhongzui suddenly realized it and exclaimed:

“In other words, during the opening of the Ancient War God Platform, no matter what turmoil occurred in the five regions, it had nothing to do with the warring parties?”

This is too scary.

This is simply terrifying to think about.

There are many smart people in the Five Regions. Even if Feng Zhongzui didn’t say it clearly, everyone immediately thought of something.

Or, the Holy Slave took advantage of the pressure exerted by Master Shou’s ability to come and go without a trace, forcing the Emperor of Cangsheng to use the Ancient War God Platform – does Master Shou know this?

Or, the Emperor of Cangsheng had decided long ago that no matter what the Holy Slave did, the only person he wanted to beat from the beginning to the end was Master Shou – did the Emperor of Cangsheng acquiesce?

Regardless of the process, just focus on the results.

Love for the common people can’t control the Holy Slave without sleeves now, can’t control the resentment against the Buddha, let alone the meltdown of the ladder to heaven!

And even he can’t control it.

In this huge Holy Temple, who else can stop what the Holy Slave is doing right now?

“Elemental God Envoy!”

The ten-man council died, divorced, and rebelled.

In the end, after much deliberation, Zhong Yuanzi was the only one left.

But it is obvious that Zhong Yuanzi also knows why he can become this single seedling.

He avoided all frontal battlefields!

The old fish king?

No, his touching behind was too obvious.

No, he was sent directly to the ladder to fight for the Holy Emperor. There was no news for a month, and maybe the fish heads were chopped off.

Therefore, when it comes to the ultimate fishing, going too far is not enough, and can only be explained by the golden mean!

“I know what everyone is thinking.”

The yellow prismatic turban still occupied a small part of the preaching mirror. It wrapped Zhong Yuanzi’s fluffy afro, but obviously could not cover his cerebellum:

“But my power is limited. ”

There is only one envoy left in the ten-member council.”

“If this envoy goes to the front line, not to mention how useful it can be, there must be people in the rear, right?”

Zhong Yuanzi is actually not good at words.

What he said at this moment was really what he was thinking:

“Saving one’s life is great, but the mess left after the war will need someone to clean up, right?”

“This is the role of this envoy.”

“As for the ladder to heaven?”

He said Shaking his head, he looked into the distance.

There is no Great Eye, in fact, nothing can be seen.

But he knew that if all the people loved him, they would turn a blind eye. Why would a mere elemental envoy rush forward to do it? Send him away?

…

“Om——”

The ladder to heaven was broken.

The sound of Buddha in the Five Realms is even worse.

The whole world seems to have transformed into the Brahma Kingdom.

In a place invisible to the world, a faint golden light appeared on the sleeveless body at the original ladder to heaven.

As soon as the golden light appeared, it swept towards the sky and into the starry sky.

Steep and spreading!

It bloomed with golden light all around, like a mustard seed containing Xumi, which suddenly appeared in the starry sky with a golden Buddha.

The Buddha is sitting on the lotus platform with his eyes slightly closed. He slowly raises his palms and emits strong golden aspiration power.

It is not very huge in itself.

Its power cannot shake the stars.

But when his palms gradually closed, the Holy Continent shrank gradually, and finally turned into a wisp of dust in the starry sky.

“Bang!”

A large net that could not be seen or touched, but whose existence could be sensed in terms of power, and wrapped in the world constructed by the magic of heaven, exploded!

It exploded right under the noses of everyone in the five regions, just outside the explosion cloud. It was not too far away from the world.

“What is this?”

Some people feel that the Heavenly Secret Technique’s Great Net is closely related to the Taoist Palace Master.

But before he could express any more doubts, there was another explosion in his ears.

“Bang!”

A world network constructed by the power of divinity exploded.

“This is…”

Feng Zhongzui understood now.

This level of power should come from the legacy of the Holy Ancestor and protect the world?

“Bang!”

There was no more buffer, and the demonic power network exploded outside the world again.

“Is there another layer?”

As soon as the third net was broken, everyone was stunned.

Is this the Holy Continent? Is this really not a prison? Why are there so many layers of safety…covers wrapped around it?

“Bang!”

Also, the power of Ghost Ancestor!

“Bang!”

Also, the power of the Medicine Ancestor!

“Bang bang bang…”

Also, the power of the ancestor of martial arts, the power of the ancestor of war, the power of the ancestor of dragon, the power of the ancestor of swords…

the land in the Buddha!

Beyond the world, above the clouds.

As the Starry Sky Buddha overturned the land, in addition to the power of the Time Ancestor and the Heavenly Ancestor, all the ancestral gods who had ever used the Holy Continent as their roots were deified and called their ancestors.

The “safety cover” left behind was crushed by the Buddha’s hand!

When the last layer of the ancestral god cover exploded, peach blossoms withered from the five realms, and it seemed that a cover had exploded as a bonus…

“Flower?”

Feng Zhongzui was also confused.

For a moment he fell into a trance.

Because when the peach blossom appeared, he felt an extremely powerful sword intention, which was the sword intention of the phantom sword technique.

Is this phantom swordsmanship?

Or is it the phantom sword technique that I imagined?

Other illusions could not be seen in the wind, but the only real one at the moment, he was fully qualified to explain:

“Look, the breath of life of Senior Wuxiu is fading!”

The preaching mirror showed the cross-legged position of the original ladder. Above, floating in the clouds, looks like a petrified Saint Slave without sleeves.

He closed his eyes and frowned, and his whole body was burnt.

With the appearance of the land in the Buddha and the response of the Lord of this world, Saint Slave Wu Xiu seemed to have drained all his strength in an instant.

Now, the charred and decayed body shows signs of being blown away by the wind!

“Ha~”

Master Meng appeared next to his master in time, and passed through with a breath of immortal energy.

The secret of life is indeed powerful.

All of a sudden, Wu Xiu’s breath of life stabilized.

But even Feng Zhongzui could see that this was not a long-term solution, it was just treating the symptoms rather than the root cause.

Because once Emperor Cangsheng fires his arrow, Master Shou will be too busy to take care of himself, and there will be no way to maintain his master’s vitality.

And if No Sleeve goes away, will this so-called Lord of the World and the one-year agreement become nonsense?

“One year…”

Feng Zhongzui rolled his eyes, a flash of light flashed through his mind, and he suddenly felt that everything was understood.

He slapped his thigh, and the hand holding the preaching mirror trembled with excitement:

“I understand!”

“The Holy Slave is sleeveless, and he has a complaint against the Buddha…perhaps alone, he is not as good as the ancestor god.”

“But sleeveless, red-scorched hands .” …No, the Chijiao body is possessed by the whole body and is filled with spiritual thoughts. Its strength is equivalent to the power of the ancestral source. The height it can reach after shaping the body is no less than that of the Holy Emperor in some aspects.”

“Use this as a body! , summoning the will of the resentful Buddha, this is a natural ancestor god, and his intention is unparalleled… The effect of one plus one is greater than two, I think I saw it today.”

Feng Zhongzui swallowed his saliva, his eyes bright. Said:

“In this case!”

“The melting ladder is the only way to return from the secret realm of the five holy emperors. Even if Yu Lao above is defeated, the Hangong Holy Emperor and others will not be able to return in a short time?”

“The purpose of taking charge of this world is to prevent the Ten Ancestors…or to contain the power of various ancestral gods from interfering with the Holy Continent and the Holy Slaves’ next plans?”

There is no doubt that this is the most reasonable explanation.

As high as the Holy Emperor, as high as the Ancestral God, when these two obstacles, real and imaginary, are isolated, why can the ten thrones not dominate the Holy God Continent?

One year…

I don’t know what I can do.

But for Saint Slave, there are too many things that can be done in one year, right?

“Now, I only have one question left!”

Feng Zhongzui’s mind was spinning so fast that everyone in the Five Realms could hardly keep up with his rhythm.

In fact, there is only one Feng Zhongzui who seems to be explaining at the moment, but what is running behind the scenes is the entire Feng family’s intelligence department.

If Feng Zhongzui is unhappy and unable to understand the situation, his existence itself has no meaning:

“My only question is this!”

He pointed to the void and pointed at Shou Ye who was delivering life energy to Mr. Sang, and said clearly. :

“The Holy Slave is not sleeveless enough!”

“Perhaps the Secret Half-Saint is very strong, but for the Supreme, his strength is not enough, and it cannot last for a year!”

“And Master Shou’s position in the Holy Slave has always been He’s not a support player, and he doesn’t have the time…let me count them!”

This is the most glorious moment for Feng Zhongzui.

He just dares to bet!

“Three!”

when his countdown had just been shouted.

“Two” didn’t appear. As if drunk in the wind, he suddenly looked to the south and ended directly:

“One!”

In the middle region, to the south, the sword intent soared into the sky.

…

Buzz!

The brother in front of him stopped and his sword intent surged out.

The storyteller’s first reaction was not happiness, but worry, full of worry.

He didn’t quite know what the specific action was. Because of his strength, he could easily be caught and searched for his soul.

Therefore, his mission is only to protect his brother, and he only has a vague outline of his actions.

But he is smart.

As soon as his brother stopped, he knew that the time had come.

“Do you need me to do anything?”

Taixu was so insignificant at this moment.

The storyteller stepped forward, and the only thing he could do was to hold his brother’s elbow and use it as a crutch to support his frail body.

Cold…

the tentacles have no warmth.

The arm in his palm was like a dead corpse, and it seemed that even the blood was no longer flowing. The storyteller closed his eyes and said no more.

“Push me… give me a push…”

Ba Zunzhen’s voice was so weak.

So much so that if you look at him from the front, his sloppy and muddy face now looks a bit old.

“How to push?”

“With your hands…”

“How much force?”

“Seven points…”

Seven points of force, will you really not die on the spot?

The storyteller hesitated for a moment, then slowly released a hand. Just as he had gathered strength, a voice came from in front of him:

“Don’t…Lingyuan…”

Bang!

Clap it away with one palm.

The weak and weak Eight Masters did not move at all.

But from his body, a silver stream of light actually jumped out and was thrown into the sky like a dragon!

The storyteller raised his eyes, his beautiful eyes full of surprise.

“Brother…”

What did he see?

They are dressed in white, in their prime, with long swords on their waists, and they are the Eight Masters of Swordsman who can sing with their swords.

Weak and weak, stay in front of you.

I was young at that time and wanted to go to the horizon again.

The silver stream of light jumped away and condensed in mid-air. The craziness of its sword intent and the sheer force of its sword made it almost as soon as it appeared…

Totally out of control!

I was attracted by the images of preaching mirrors from various places in the Central Region!

“Ding——”

It is said that the mother mirror is originally under control.

At an unexpected moment, the mirror seemed to go berserk, showing many scenes to the people of the five regions.

What Feng Zhongzui wants to show everyone is not important.

Mission Mirror Mother Mirror has an idea of its own!

“What?”

Feng Zhongzui was shocked.

He thought that the spirit of the preaching mirror was frightened and turned into a demon, and was going to do something to him. He was just about to ask the old master what the situation was.

But when he accidentally glanced at those pictures a few times from the corner of his eye, his pupils actually trembled violently on their own.

“Wait! Wait!”

“No! No! This…”

Feng Zhongzui’s whole body was convulsing out of control. His hands couldn’t stop trembling, and he hurriedly let go of the preaching mirror.

He really wants to grab something!

But he could only point tremblingly at the picture in front of him.

The pictures were thrown out one by one by the mother mirror, forming a scene after scene, pieced together into the whole process of the sword thought flowing from the central region to the south, flying across the sky, and stepping to the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain!

“Ah ah ah -”

Feng Zhongzui let out a sharp blast.

He is usually a sharp-tongued person, and he can also be the commentator on the battle situation in the five regions.

The sound that came out of his mouth at this moment was the same as that of the ancient sword cultivators who were buried in the Sword Tomb, Shenyue Immortal City, Nanyu Feng Family and other places!

The crazy “Ahh” sound lasted for a long time, and Feng Zhongzui even choked on his own saliva.

When the stream of light disappeared from the mirror and appeared in front of him, Feng Zhongzui’s excitement and loss of control reached the extreme.

Stuttering, too!

“He, he, he…”

“Him!”

Before this, Feng Zhongzui thought that he had no eyes for gods and Buddhas.

As for the Sword God of the Eastern Region, it is enough to respect the Sword God, but to respect an ordinary person is too much.

After that, Feng Zhongzui realized that he was wrong, very wrong.

Although some people are not dead, they are not perfect, and they even have many flaws and criticisms.

——He can still become a legend while he is alive!

“Eighth! Sword! Immortal!”

The white-clothed figure fluttered past the heart-wrenching and roaring wind, walking leisurely and leisurely.

In my impression, he did not have a hip flask at this time.

But at this moment, the white clothes are like a sword coming from the east, drunkenly disappearing into the sky, and the indulgence has reached the extreme.

He walked by.

There is not even a profile left in the preaching mirror, and no one remembers its true shape.

“…”

Wuyou sword chanted.

But Feng Zhongzui’s sword intent was instantly detonated.

He was so happy and comfortable to the extreme that he felt that one person had attained enlightenment and chickens and dogs ascended to heaven.

When the white clothes pass by and the breeze blows on my face, all the questions about the way of swordsmanship in my mind are explained.

The ruins of the Holy Mountain are filled with flying sand and rocks. There are leaves floating in the air, and swords blooming but not emitted.

Thousands of swords in the sky outside the mountain follow, gathering together but not dispersing, paying homage but not worshiping, and not daring to say a word.

If I don’t speak first when spring comes, which insect will dare to make a sound?

The whole world was quiet until the white clothes passed by and drifted towards the original site of the ladder to heaven.

From the central region to the south, the wind carried a few chuckles from afar, as well as the free and uninhibited short song:

“Being a guest in the world of mortals… I feel like I am free in the world…”

“Desire is as high as the blue sky… The Buddha is lying on the Golden Staircase at dawn. …”

Baiyi walked towards Master Shou.

The lingering sounds merge and return.

Even if you are drunk in the wind, you don’t need to grab the preaching mirror. The preaching mirror can lock on to that figure on its own.

But with Master Shou’s face gnashing his teeth, the white clothes “went” through Master Shou, and something was touched from his chest.

He stood behind Wuxiu and Shouye, the master and disciple, with his back remaining, and pointed over his shoulder, pinching out a token.

The order was extremely dark, and the character “eight” on the order was not visible.

But when the sword thought was poured out, the character “eight” in white clothes and black orders lit up with a dazzling silver light, followed by a soft drink:

“Double veins of black and white, follow my order…return!”

[End of This Chapter.]