I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1869

[Chapter 1869]

[Chapter 1,744 The power of burning the piano is sometimes exhausted, but this destiny still needs to be reversed]

Chapter 1746 The power of Burning Qin is sometimes exhausted, but this destiny still needs to be reversed.

“The Eighth Sword Immortal, the First Slave of the Holy Slave…”

“And, the city in the sky, the island within the void island, the master of the black and white veins!”

Five Realms But hearing this sound, some memories from the past that were forced to be lost flashed back in each mind.

It is indeed in the impression of low-level spiritual masters.

The City in the Sky is just a City in the Sky. The most you know is that there is an opportunity to become a saint within it, and that’s all.

But in the world of high-level spiritual refiners.

The City in the Sky is also known as Void Island. Void Island is divided into inner and outer islands. It hides not only opportunities for sainthood, but also secrets of semi-saints and saint emperors!

“The island within the Void Island, the world inside the mirror, ghost beasts…”

At the end of the Void Island, there were not many people who survived various wars, but there were also many.

Those who are likely to survive must have a high influence in the five regions.

Everyone left Void Island separately, and they had obviously talked about their experiences on the island.

But it was like entering a paradise. Afterwards, few speakers and listeners could remember much of their experiences on the island.

At this time, the Eight Masters made a familiar remark, and everyone suddenly remembered it again.

There seem to be some legends left in the inner island of the Void Island, such as “Stepping on the Black Dragon of the Demon Emperor and pointing the sword at the Three Ancestors of White Veins”.

“The legend…is it true?”

Whether it is true or not, there is no need to think about it at the moment.

Because along with the Eight Masters of Swords, I pinched out the eight-character command in my hand and gave the command. Not long after, there was another loud roar from the sky.

This time, it was not a roundabout sound like the sound of war drums and Sanskrit sounds, but a pure and frontal explosion!

“Long——”

The sky was like a mirror, shattering.

In the fragmented flow of time and space, a steep and majestic city wall poked out, covered with the mottled breath of time.

“Sky, sky… island!”

Feng Zhongzui screamed, confusing the two terms.

He had heard earlier that when he was in the East Heavenly King’s City in the Eastern Territory, the City in the Sky seemed to be “summoned” by the First Saint Slave.

This sounds incredible.

But with the blessing of the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict, it seems to be understandable.

Now, the Eighth Sword Immortal didn’t have to do anything. He only had to pinch out a token and give a drink.

Void Island has arrived?

“Ouch——”

the dragon roared.

Apparently it’s not just Void Island that’s coming.

Only a corner of the island was exposed, stuck in a crack in the sky, and it did not completely land on the ruins of the Guizhe Holy Mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the situation in the nine days changed.

The endlessly rising demonic energy swirled and gathered together, accompanied by the dragon’s roar, and transformed into a winding black dragon’s shadow.

The sky in the middle domain suddenly became gloomy.

One world sees the head, one world sees the body, and one world sees the tail… For a moment, no one can see the whole picture of this huge black dragon.

“Long Bao!”

Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes lit up.

How long has it been since? He suddenly returned to the time when he fought side by side with Long Bao on Void Island.

Compared to Shou Ye, who shouted affectionately, Feng Zhongzui didn’t dare to be presumptuous at all, and looked extremely awe-inspiring:

“Demon Emperor Black Dragon!”

he shouted, and was shocked by the information transmitted in time through the Feng family:

” The inner island of the Void Island is divided into black and white veins, each commanding many evil and unforgivable ghost beasts. ”

“This dragon is the master of the black vein, and it is called “Demon Emperor Black Dragon”. ”

Demon Emperor Black Dragon, ten . The descendant of the Dragon Ancestor bloodline, the former Lord of the Dragon Cave, and the only Dragon Clan Holy Emperor in the world.”

These titles were thrown out.

Even without a detailed explanation of what mistakes the Demon Emperor Black Dragon had made before being exiled to the inner island of the Void Island, the Five Realms were already shocked.

Holy Emperor!

Nothing else matters.

These two words alone are enough to scare people off their jaws.

Bazun knew that the true fighting power of the Holy Emperor appeared in the form of a tyrannical race like the Dragon Clan.

He thought that he had the power to go against the will of heaven!

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked by Long Bao’s past.

How could Feng Zhongzui know more than himself?

Oh, yes, after I left Void Island, I became a little unkind, and I didn’t even think about going too deep into the past of my good friend.

“Sure!”

The demon emperor black dragon, the dragon head emerged first, followed by the dragon body.

Compared with the majesty when it first appeared in Dongtianwang City, this time it seemed particularly excited, and flew towards it with the most direct goal.

Buzz!

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon passed through Xu Xiaoshou, but failed to lift up his former comrade as he wished.

It was obviously confused.

After the dragon body returned to the void, doubtful syllables came out of its mouth.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to give you a warm hug!”

Xu Xiaoshou thought thoughtfully, lowering his head and looking around at his body.

At the moment of contact, his feeling was strange.

It was clear that I felt like I was about to be lifted up by a dragon, and about to soar into the sky on a mist.

Suddenly, the feeling disappeared.

The power of the ancient war platform does exist, and it is very strange.

It powerfully killed that “change” and obviously judged the intervention of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon as an “influence” on the battle situation.

But how is the “baseline” of this impact defined?

Xu Xiaoshou looked at his feet.

He had scooped up a handful of sand before, and the sand in the Holy God Continent was lost, but quickly recovered.

He looked into the distance.

Ai Cangsheng shot an arrow at Zhong Yuanzi, and the arrow shattered Zhong Yuanzi’s head. Judging from the latter’s panic, he did have his head exploded once, but he didn’t feel any pain?

“Both sides of the battle can affect the environment, and the environment can indeed affect the battle of both sides.”

“But the weight has been reduced?”

Xu Xiaoshou looked back at Sang Lao.

He can transfer the life aura to Sang Lao in an instant, and it will work, but if it’s the other way around…

“On the other hand, if he wants to help me, it’s not necessarily true.”

“Then if that’s the case, if I do The evil cultivators in the Southern Region need to use a technique to sacrifice thousands of living beings in order to have a re-creating effect on the people.”

“Are these thousands of living beings dead, or will they not die?”

Can the existence of the ancient war altar determine these things? ?

If so, then the standard of this “baseline” should be very flexible, and the standard may be defined based on the will of the Zhan Ancestor.

And if we think about this seemingly paradoxical “method of sacrifice” from the perspective of “war” and “war ancestors”…

“Others subjectively want to help, but I’m afraid they won’t be able to help.”

“But. If one of the two warring parties has a skill that requires sacrificing others, are they afraid that if they don’t run away, they may be sacrificed? ”

“They don’t know whether the war ancestor will be resurrected… In short, everything depends on the battle. “The goal is to achieve the goal, and everything else is secondary?”

Mr. Sang disconnected.

Xu Xiaoshou threw this thought to Dao Qiongcang, and when he got a “yes” reply, he understood.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon is obviously not the only one to appear.

Before anyone could think too much, a force emerged from the void island stuck in the crack in the sky again.

“Plop…”

This familiar sound made people’s hearts flutter.

But it’s not Jinzhao Baiyan, it’s not from Shou Ye, Wu Xiu.

But following the sound, a sea of white flames filled the sky, and out of the vastness, an embarrassed saint with his hands and feet shackled walked up.

He was in human form, and his face could not be seen clearly. He seemed to be old. He was wearing a Dead Sea prison uniform that was very familiar to everyone in the five regions, but it was burned to tatters.

When he walked out of the sea of fire, the vision of the fire domain suddenly collapsed, and all the power gathered in one finger, which was pointed by the old man of the Holy Emperor on Wu Xiu’s eyebrows.

“Puff-”

The Holy Slave was sleeveless, and his body was instantly engulfed in white flames.

If outsiders were like this, they would probably be miserable at this time.

He seems to have injected soul and vitality into it, and all the energy is getting warmer.

Seeing this, Xu Xiaoshou stopped conveying the life energy.

“Ancestor Jinzhao!”

“Ancestor Jinzhao, the ancestor of all ancestors.”

“It is rumored that he was born out of the ancestral tree, the Sky Tree, and he became a Holy Emperor with the spirit of Jinzhao Hellfire. It is compatible with all kinds of heavenly fires and can burn Taoist magic and spiritual longevity. ”

Another Holy Emperor!”

The five regions felt only earthquakes.

Is the sky about to fall? How come in this world where Taixu is the most powerful and semi-saints are capped, so many holy emperors who were previously unknown but now sound like they really existed in the past can suddenly appear?

Feng Zhongzui was not given more time to explain.

As soon as he finished speaking, another figure slowly emerged from behind Saint Slave Wu Xiu.

This person’s body is even more illusory. At a glance, he can’t see anyone at all. He can only sense a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

But behind him were seven blood trees, the roots of which clung to his back, as if they were anchoring an illusory existence that should have faded away.

Feng Zhongzui’s voice was already trembling:

“Emperor Qishu…”

“Ancestral tree, blood tree, the spirit of this world?”

Not many of the nine ancestral trees are in charge.

There is no need to explain too much about Jiuji Gui, Longxing and other salted fish.

In fact, even Bailiu, the head god of the ancestral tree, has never integrated the status of the Holy Emperor in terms of combat power and achieved the status of the Holy Emperor.

God Worshiping Willow is famous for its guile, its name for worship, and its expertise in the ways of attracting and guiding spirits.

But when it comes to putting aside external support and reputation blessing, we can truly fight head-on.

There is no doubt that, one on one, among the ancestral trees, no tree can beat the bleeding tree or sisal tree.

Feng Zhongzui lowered his voice and trembled:

“I heard that the Seven Tree Emperor is good at guiding, or the Blood Tree is good at guiding.”

“At its peak, it almost annexed the other eight ancestral trees. Fortunately, the ancestor of the art took action…”

“But it seems to be one of the causes of the demonization of the ancestors? Huh?”

This is too scary!

After Feng Zhongzui listened to what his old family leader said, he didn’t even know if what he was interpreting now would involve any cause and effect.

But the words of the old patriarch haven’t stopped yet, so he can only bite the bullet and speak out and string together the seemingly confused things in the past:

“The Blood World Pearl, which has been conferred as a semi-saint by the Five Deceased Heavenly Beings, is suspected to have come from the hands of the Qishu Emperor?” ”

One of the nine forbidden areas on the outer island of Void Island, the ‘Blood World’, once ran out of a ghost beast here. It is possessed by Liu Changqing, a member of the First Floor in the Sky. ”

“The ghost beast is called “Ancestor Wuji”. Is it actually Xuan Wuji, who cultivates heavenly mechanics under the throne of Emperor Qishu? ”

“It is also the ancestor Wuji and Saint Slave Shui. The ghosts cooperate with each other, and the battle on the Void Island begins? ”

What level of guidance is this?”

The more Feng Zhongzui talked about, the more frightened he became. He had never considered the start of the Void Island battle from this perspective.

In his eyes.

In the eyes of the people of the Five Realms.

The Void Island is a chance, a sudden drop from the sky, giving the five realms spiritual refiners a chance to create something new.

Someone is fighting inside because they have interests involved and want more, so they seize the road, that’s all.

But it turns out…

it’s also a conspiracy?

Was it jointly created by the Holy Slave and the Holy Emperor Ghost Beast of the Void Island? It was a plan that started from the battle of the Royal City and targeted the cutting-edge combat power of the Holy Temple?

There is no conspiracy, no chess game, it is a thing of the past.

After Emperor Qishu appeared, he was also a phantom, also not his true form.

He also poured a force into Saint Slave Wuxiu.

“Chi…”

At this moment, Sang Lao’s sleeveless and red body was scorched, and there was faint vitality gathering in his cracked skin.

Although it is still somewhat difficult to make ends meet…

“Two of the three ancestors of the White Vein have appeared, where is the Bluestone of the Divine Prison?”

As soon as Feng Zhongzui finished speaking, a blue chain shot out from the wall of the Void Island in the corner.

Bang.

The chain penetrated the sleeveless chest of the Holy Slave, and also poured power into it.

“God’s Prison Bluestone!”

Feng Zhong was drunk and excited, and he was very enthusiastic.

But after waiting for a while, there was no voice from the old master of the family. He said anxiously:

“God’s Prison Bluestone!”

There was still no sound.

Feng Zhongzui thought he wasn’t passionate enough, so he cried out in pain:

“The Third Ancestor of White Veins, the Divine Prison Bluestone!”

“Now! We see! The Divine Prison Bluestone… shot out a chain!”

Come on.

Information, come on.

Drunk in the wind but anxious.

Why did the old master lose his chain at a critical moment? Was your chain stolen by the Divine Prison Bluestone?

“…”

There is no sound.

Feng Zhongzui realized something.

The Yifeng family knows nothing about the Divine Prison Bluestone?

Of course, this cannot be shown. Feng Zhongzui’s mind was spinning so fast that he immediately changed his words and said:

“Holy Emperor!”

“Four Holy Emperors!” ”

The Eighth Sword Immortal actually summoned him with this order. The incarnation of the thoughts of the Four Holy Emperors, is this the influence of the Lord of the Black and White Meridians?”

Fengzhong Zuigu gulped,

“Then they…”

“What exactly do they want to do?”

The third ancestor of the White Meridians will Power is instilled into the sleeveless body.

The Demon Emperor Black Dragon proudly raised the dragon’s head and waited until the white-veined old immortals completed their actions, then slowly raised the dragon’s claws.

The heroic dragon can be the first to appear, but must be the last to take action.

“Four Divine Pillars, open!”

accompanied by a loud dragon roar.

The phantoms of the four holy emperors turned into four marks, and suddenly merged into the blood mark and cinnabar between the sleeveless brows of the holy slave.

“Om——”

At this time, the sound of Sanskrit in the five realms expanded.

The golden light of Buddha nature lit up on the sleeveless body of the holy slave.

His closed eyes suddenly opened, his eyes dull, but what he was staring at was…Xu Xiaoshou!

“…”

Mr. Sang didn’t make any sound.

Even his eyes seemed to have lost their soul.

The host body of the Four Divine Pillars is no longer Xu Xiaoshou from Void Island, but Sang Qiye, who is sleeveless and naked.

Even at this moment, he still contained an extra will to resent the Buddha and a heavy weight of the destiny of the Innate Ancestor God.

Xu Xiaoshou remained speechless.

Mysterious Semi-Saint?

Sleeveless, naked and burnt?

Even if he is the fourth son of the Holy Palace, even if his talent is higher than that of tens of thousands of people, even if he realizes his talent to this point, the queen of the throne has realized the secret…

Compared to the Supreme, Sang Lao can still only become a “host”?

Is this his fate?

Is this his prison?

The freedom that the Saint Slave strives for has its answer in the White Cave – but the answer is floating in the clouds and cannot reach the ground at all.

Now Sanglao Town, Youyuan Town, and Sishenzhu Town are coming, and the whole world’s power is following them. Everything is pressing on the answer of “freedom”. Xu Xiaoshou feels that he may not be able to support it.

But Sang Lao didn’t let himself take care of it.

On the contrary, he, a lesser guy, went to carry the banner by himself!

“Om——”

The power of the four divine pillars entered the body, and Sang Lao could no longer make ends meet.

All the wounds on his body healed, and his strength quickly recovered. Even the land in the palm of the Buddha’s palm seemed to be tightened a little harder.

But this is a state of invulnerability.

If the secret realm of the five holy emperors on the ladder detects an abnormality, the remaining ten ancestors notice the abnormality and attack…

“One year?”

He said with a big smile, ten breaths.

Xu Xiaoshou dared to believe that everyone who came had ten breaths. After all, Gu Jianxiu still had a sign of “no upper limit”.

Mr. Sang said one year?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that this master was pretending!

But who doesn’t want this face? The five regions are all sighing at the strength of the Four Divine Pillars, and even lamenting that Master Shou was so young on Void Island at that time, yet so powerful, he could already become the carrier of the Four Divine Pillars and kill monsters with his sword.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the soulless Sang Lao’s eyes, and all that flashed through his mind were his always arrogant words.

“Stay alive…”

“Stay alive and leave the rest to my master.”

He refused to give in.

Always play the role of a master.

Even a long time ago, he had been completely surpassed by himself in every aspect.

“If I return to the Dead Sea, the ladder to heaven will be broken, the Holy Emperor will emerge, the order of the five realms will collapse, and everyone is in danger.”

“If I return to the Dead Sea, ghosts and beasts will appear, chaos will come, and the world will be shaken, and all parties will support me.”

“I return to the Dead Sea. When I return to the Dead Sea, the Eight Masters will arrive, the Void Island descends, and the black and white veins emerge from their nests. “When I return to the Dead Sea, the trees of the Holy Temple will rise, the beasts of the Holy Xuanmen will sing, and the   saints

of all races will spare no effort.”

Sang Lao’s words about the ruins sounded in his mind again, which made his scalp numb.

His actions…

his thoughts…

actually, Xu Xiaoshou also remembered them.

Now one and three are the answer, but I didn’t expect it to be presented in this way.

If Wu Dao Qiang uses the person of the Holy Emperor to feed fish, and temporarily eliminates the troubles of the Holy Emperor on the ladder of heaven, will Sang Lao have to face more after he becomes rigid at this moment?

“All things change, but the same origin…”

“Oh, there are too many ‘changes’ that you didn’t count, right? No wonder when I said this, I was determined to die…”

The remaining two , four, it’s hard to say.

Xu Xiaoshou from the Gray Palace in Xuyue has passed away, but old man Sang is not as good as God.

His abilities were really limited, and he didn’t expect that Xu Yue Gray Palace would be destroyed in advance by Dao Qiongcang’s people.

Sang Nirdao!

It can only be expressed euphemistically.

And Xu Xiaoshou took the time to help him pull out the “tree rising in the Holy Hall” mentioned in the Fourth Middle School.

If you don’t know who to pull out, just pull out all of them, just to express your feelings.

One less obstacle.

One variable is missing.

The rest…

the four divine pillars are in front, and the eight masters of swords are behind me.

As Xu Xiaoshou’s thoughts changed, the eyes of the people in the five regions turned in another direction almost at the same time.

“Ouch——”

Following the roar of the Black Dragon, the Demon Emperor of Void Island.

In the Holy Palace and the Holy Xuanmen, there was also the sound of dragon roaring!

[End of This Chapter.]