I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1907

Chapter 1783 Fengdu

But I have never taken the people and ghosts here to heart.

He stepped down from Xianggui’s carriage. Not far away was Hongniang holding the golden beads, and the bodies of Uncle Jin and Old Fu were scattered around them.

Li Fugui had already recognized the identities of these two people. They were nothing more than gold medal hunting killers.

The killers of Sanzhuxiang had basically participated in the crusade against them for the black gold bounty in some way or another, so their deaths did not deserve to be a pity.

As for the matchmaker…

Even if she is a Jinzhu customer.

Since he had decided to come to the world of ghosts and Buddhas for training, life and death were determined by fate, so Xu Xiaoshou didn’t want to get involved too much.

As I said before: There are many people in the world who are unlucky, how many people in the world love the common people? If we really want everyone to lend a helping hand along the way, we simply can’t make it.

But this white-faced ghost is a little special and is one of the targets of this trip.

“Uh uh…”

Looking up, the evil ghost screamed and its body quickly disintegrated.

After the damage from the Ten-Section Sword Finger penetrated its body, even if it had mastered the power of death, it could not withstand that tiny amount.

“Just a little brat!”

Xu Xiaoshou laughed and stopped paying attention.

His target was naturally not the white-faced ghost, who was just the leader of the small fry.

Maybe I am very strong to outsiders, but I could tear myself to pieces with ease half a year ago, let alone now?

What Xu Xiaoshou was concerned about was whether the White-Faced Ghost would transform into a ghost when he died. The light he summoned might have originated from the Ghost Buddha, and would eventually be attributed to the Ghost Buddha’s “will”!
“Hua Changdeng…”

Standing here, you can feel and see thousands of miles away.

The land is vast and filthy, and even in the daytime it always gives people a chilly feeling as if they are in the underworld.

Or to put it another way:
“Fengdu!”

He cultivated his name for half a year, traveling back and forth between the Xingjie and the Holy Spirit Continent.

Xu Xiaoshou has witnessed with his own eyes the creation of the ghost and Buddha world from nothing to its evolution into the “Fengdu” of today.

The root of everything is the infiltration of the power of death.

Half a year ago, the ancient war god platform began to become abnormal, and some areas became ghostly. Most of the ghosts that crawled out from the ground were only acquired or innate.

After several months, the ghost grew into a master and ascended to the throne.

Recently, even holy ghosts have appeared frequently, and some have mastered the power of death!
“This is not a good thing.”

“There is a grudge blocking the ladder to heaven, isolating the five great Saint Emperor families from the Holy Divine Continent, making it difficult for the Saint Emperor to cross over.”

“But now, the power of the ancestral source has seeped out, giving some ghosts the third-level combat consciousness and the ability of ancient swordsmanship. The ability is very powerful…”

A few days ago, when Li Fugui reported these situations.

Xu Xiaoshou immediately realized that a storm was brewing. After all, in most cases, only the Holy Emperor could control the ancestral power.

As for the ancient swordsman at the Saint Emperor level, he only knew of one person, Hua Changdeng.

“Hua Changdeng wants to cut off the restrictions of resentment and forcibly ascend to the Holy God Continent from the ladder?”

“And this ghost Buddha world was formed due to the influence of the power of the Lord of Fengdu, the second level of ghost swordsmanship?”

At that time, Xu Xiaoshou was talking to Ba Zun Anxiuming and expressed this view, but the latter did not comment.

It seems that the Eight Masters are well aware of what they are worried about, and it seems that they are not only concerned about Hua Changdeng, but are also worried about something else.

“On the ladder?”

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t know.

Half a year has passed because the channel was blocked.

As for the information about the five holy emperor families, I am afraid that only the mysterious Dao Qiongcang is capable of knowing it.

As for Dao Qiongcang’s words, Xu Xiaoshou no longer dared to believe them, so there was no need for him to go and ask more.

To this day, he doesn’t know what the outcome of the battle was after Old Yu was crowned the Saint Emperor and went up the Ladder to Heaven.

Rusheng, half a year has passed, and he has taken over at least half of the resources in Wu Rao Emperor Realm, and has been able to gain a foothold?

If you lose…

If he loses, even Xu Xiaoshou can’t guess what the outcome will be.

“What kind of person is Hua Changdeng?”

Even though some information about the period of Hua Changdeng’s Ten Seats was obtained from Li Fugui, not much remains.

Outsiders’ views are unlikely to be as clear as those of the eight masters who are the mortal enemy of Hua Changdeng.

Therefore, Xu Xiaoshou asked this question.

In response to this question, Ba Zun’an’s evaluation was unexpectedly positive:

“Hua Changdeng majored in ghost swordsmanship and was once known as the ‘Ghost Sword Immortal’. He is a righteous man with a straightforward personality, and he is pretty good.”

It is hard to imagine that in Ba Zun’an’s mind, the guy who cut off two of his fingers actually had such an image.

Xu Xiaoshou was a little surprised.

He thought Hua Changdeng was a villain who would do anything to win.

Now it seems that Dao Xuanji is the only one who has been unscrupulous from beginning to end, and even Hua Changdeng is just a pawn being used?

“Ghost Sword Immortal…”

He tasted the wine and asked again, “Come to think of it, I haven’t experienced the real ‘Lord of Fengdu’ yet. Can you show me how to do it?”

The sword technique is very advanced, but up to now, Xu Xiaoshou has never seen anyone officially use the Lord of Fengdu in actual combat.

At most, it was during the battle in Yujing City that Liu Fuyu used the “Fengdu Sword” which was half a step to the second realm.

The Sword of Fengdu, the Lord of Fengdu…

Although there is only one word difference, it makes a world of difference.

By practicing according to the records in the “Sword Viewing Classic”, perhaps one can quickly master the Lord of Fengdu that the Eight Lords learned thirty years ago.

But it is certainly not as good as the swords of the eight masters today.

Ba Zun An shook his head and said very seriously:
“Lord, there has always been only one.”

“When the master is established, all others are secondary – they are only in name but not in reality, and I am no exception.”

“Let’s not talk about Hua Changdeng’s other talents and attainments in ghost swordsmanship. They are far superior to mine. This is indisputable.”

“Since you have not yet experienced the true ‘Lord of Fengdu’, my suggestion is that you wait for the Ghost Buddha to split and for Hua Changdeng to arrive in person, then you can observe and learn from him.”

The ghost swordsmanship of Ba Zun An is actually no better than Hua Changdeng?

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it carefully and realized that this seemed to be the first time that Lao Ba admitted that he was inferior to others in ancient swordsmanship?

He asked: “What is the difference between your Lord of Fengdu and Hua Changdeng’s Lord of Fengdu?”

After thinking about it, Ba Zun An said calmly:

“My Fengdu is a mirror flower and water moon.”

“He went to Fengdu and changed reality.”

…

Hiss, hiss, hiss!
The earth suddenly became corrupt.

Dark brown viscous swamp water seeped out from the ground, bubbling like boiling water.

Every time a bubble burst, the corrupt power of death burst out from within, and the swamp water splashed out, polluting the ground, and the corruption intensified.

Soon, the area centered on the Baizhang evil ghost and the ground under Xu Xiaoshou’s feet were all covered by swamp water and rotten earth.

“drive!”

Old Man Li ran the fastest, and immediately drove the carriage and rushed out, leaving only one sentence: “Young Master, be careful.”

“What’s this?”

Hongniang was frightened upon seeing this and didn’t dare to get close. She retreated while holding Jin Xing.

She didn’t quite understand what the swamp water was, but she could roughly sense that the power contained in the swamp water was probably no less than the power of death that the white-faced ghost had just used.

But……

“The white-faced ghost is dead!”

Hongniang said in shock. After being pointed at by the master just now, the white-faced ghost couldn’t even scream.

Finally, it quickly disintegrated and melted between heaven and earth.

But after his death, why did it seem like more ghosts were about to emerge from this swamp
?

As expected, the corrupted land soon began to crack, and ghost hands emerged from inside.

“hiss!”

“Oh!”

“Haaaaaaa!”

Ghosts, some in human form, some in animal form, and some in neither human nor animal form, quickly crawled out from the ground, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

In the Jin Xing picture, the comment section was boiling.

Everyone was guessing, would it be that if one white-faced ghost was killed, ten thousand white-faced ghosts would appear?

Ten thousand semi-saints?
Although the White-Faced Ghost did not have the status of a semi-saint, and was not a semi-saint in the normal sense, this number was too terrifying, wasn’t it?

Amidst the myriad of demons, Shou Ye was surprisingly calm and composed. He even bent down and scooped up a handful of swamp water.

“What is he doing!”

“What is Master Shou doing with his precious hands? I won’t allow it!”

“Don’t fish in the swamp water, fish me…”

Jin Xing focused and saw that Shou Ye had scooped up some sticky liquid from the corrupted land.

He twisted it between his fingertips and frowned.

When the two fingers separated, everyone could see that the swamp water dripped down a sticky liquid on the fingertips.

Tick.

It fell to the ground again, making a corrosive sizzling sound.

“It’s a bit disgusting…”

Just as the conclusion drawn by the spectators at Jin Xing was, it was indeed a bit disgusting.

Xu Xiaoshou has seen this thing before.

He had killed fifty-six ghosts before, all of them were at the level of white-faced ghosts.

The difference is that some of them only have holy power, while others only have the aura of the power of death, which is far from meeting the standard of a “master”.

There are only three ghosts who possess the power of death.

The strongest one among them is similar to the white-faced ghost at this time, and has obtained the same amount of ancestral power.

Xu Xiaoshou killed the ghost. After the ghost died, it corrupted the earth and gave birth to a will.

Unfortunately, as soon as this will appeared, Xu Xiaoshou sensed the pressure from the Holy Emperor. He had no time to think and cut it off with a sword while the thing was still under condensation.

Afterwards, Xu Xiaoshou regretted it immensely.

He thought that by killing him, he would either weaken his power or provoke his anger, causing him to reveal his true form.

Whichever direction it develops in is good.

At least, it can disrupt the other party’s plans.

He never expected…

“If you cut it off, it’s gone.”

Before, there was really only a wisp of that will, and it seemed to have little connection with its essence. Once it was gone, it was really gone.

Afterwards, Xu Xiaoshou killed another ten ghosts, but none of them were as strong as this one, and none of them had any similar abnormalities.

He even resorted to torture, and some people actually exploded, but unfortunately they still had no will to be born after death.

Not it!

During a trip to Zhongyuanjie with Li Fugui, he encountered this white-faced ghost, which contained a lot of death power in his body.

Xu Xiaoshou was very enthusiastic.

Isn’t the purpose of all these schemes to wait for the will of the corrupted land to be born after the ghost dies?

“Hiss!”

The ghosts were blind and bumped into each other.

There really are some people who are so blind that they stagger towards me.

Xu Xiaoshou put two fingers together.

After thinking about it, he put down his hand and made way for the ghost.

“Don’t scare Hua Changdeng. What if he realizes that I’m too dangerous and doesn’t dare to come out?”

Boom!

As soon as the thoughts flashed through my mind, the world shook violently.

In the place covered by the devil’s den, the sky and the earth changed color, and it suddenly fell from day to night. It was cold and gloomy all around, making people feel like falling into an ice cellar.

“It’s so cold…”

Hongniang’s delicate body shuddered violently. She felt that this was not a situation she could preach in, and she wanted to retreat.

Of course, it’s even hotter where the Lord is.

At this time in Jin Xing’s picture, two million had already passed, and as everyone rushed to tell each other, the number went straight to three million.

But “Shou Ye” is equal to “disaster”!
Even if there is heat around him, it must be extremely dangerous. Moreover, he is not drunk in the wind, and Shou Ye does not seem to have the idea of protecting himself.

“Woo woo, Hongniang wants to withdraw…”

As soon as these words came out, Jin Xing’s millions of viewers all raised their voices of resistance.

Before anyone could say anything, there was a loud bang in the sky, and with a snap, countless protective jade talismans on Hongniang’s body exploded into pieces.

“ah!”

She screamed and fell to the ground, her whole body slamming heavily outside the ghost den, her voice terrified:
“Holy, Holy Emperor’s pressure?”

Jin Xing rolled in front of him and locked the screen automatically.

In the picture, Shou Ye, dressed in white and black robe, is dancing in the forest wind. Not far in front of him, an illusory figure slowly appears, accompanied by the sound of ghost howling.

“Three days of forest transformation, a hundred demons parade at night…”

“Wading the water near the bridge, the grass on the bank is leaning…”

Accompanied by faint whispers, the illusory figure came from afar.

Behind him, endless yellow turbid water suddenly condensed and formed a huge tide, submerging everything.

There may be people, ghosts, monsters and beasts floating in it, and they will never be able to get out.

“This is……”

Hongniang’s pupils became serious, and she called out in surprise, “Forgetful River Water, Yellow Spring Road?”

This Yellow Spring is not that Yellow Spring, and it is not the head of the King of Hell.

Hongniang had seen an ancient book that said, “The gates of Fengdu Prison are opened, and the Yellow Spring Road leads down. This spring and this road are bitter, and one cannot return from reincarnation.”

Those who truly cultivate the way of the soul, when they have reached the pinnacle, can materialize or even summon the image of the Yellow Springs Road, imprisoning the human soul within, preventing it from ever being able to escape.

This person…

Completed?
“Wait!”

“It seems that there is more than just the Yellow Springs Road. This bridge is…”

The figure walked over from afar, and the Forgotten River split under his feet, opening up a road. At the end of the Yellow Springs Road, there was a high bridge.

The bridge is built with white bone stones, with cow heads, horse heads, and corpses of various tribes hanging on it, which makes it look extremely eerie.

The bridge seemed to span yin and yang. When the Holy Emperor walked into it and returned from the end, he had become slightly more solid.

“The bridge to the other shore?”

“The bones are piled high, the ox-headed and horse-faced people are crying, a bowl of water from the River of Oblivion separates the two lives…the bridge to the other shore?”

Hongniang was completely panicked, “You can’t look at it! You can’t look at it!”

It was not until this moment that she realized how big Feng Zhongzui’s heart was when he preached to Shou Ye.

This is the pressure from the Holy Emperor and this is the image of Fengdu.

The force didn’t even spread outwards, but it crushed the person so much that his whole body fell apart and he could hardly breathe.

How to explain?

Even holding your breath and focusing your eyes is difficult. A commentator needs a big heart!
Although it is said that you can’t watch it, Jin Xing’s screen is always focused.

The more than two million spectators were completely excited at this moment, and they even wished they had two more pairs of eyes so that they could see more clearly.

After all, through the golden apricot screen, they can only see the distortion of the picture at most, but they will not be pressed to the ground.

“Thank you for your hard work, Hongniang. I was able to find Shouye for you. I know that there is no trivial matter around Shouye. This man looks a little scary!”

“Hongniang, stand up! Why are you lying there? You are about to surpass Feng Zhongzui and become the world’s number one preacher! Seize the opportunity!”

“Hongniang, quickly ask Shouye to protect you. A man who is drunk in the wind can do it, so why can’t you?”

“Who on earth is this Saint Emperor? Why do I have no impression of him existing?”

“Look, he’s carrying a sword!”

Carrying a sword, this is very important.

The white-faced ghost also carried a sword, and Uncle Jin and Old Fu died at the hands of the ghost’s swordsmanship.

Shou Ye carried a sword, and as soon as he appeared on the stage after half a year, the first opponent he forced out also carried a sword…

“I know who he is!”

In Jin Xing’s picture, the Holy Emperor walked down the bridge from the other shore. His face was blurry, but his voice was clear, interrupting all of Jin Xing’s discussions:
“Little Shi Tan Ji?”