I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1926

Chapter 1802 Imperial War

“So accurate!”

Through the mark left in the Han Palace Emperor Realm, Xu Xiaoshou was able to know what was happening in Tingyu Pavilion at the moment.

He was surprised that the Moon Palace had left the relics of God and performed so miraculously.

Isn’t this really the King of Hell’s call?
Dai’er, Yuegong Hui…

Only the Moon Foxes did not have the secret of life, let alone the proficiency in weaving, so it was impossible to tell at first glance that they were two Heavenly Secret Puppets.

But based on his intuition alone, he almost caught Dao Qiongcang!

“What a pity.”

The method of super-Tao memory is truly terrifying in any non-combat scenario.

Xu Xiaoshou watched Yue Gongli search the souls of Dai’er and Yue Gonghui, and finally came to the conclusion that “he is very suspicious”.

As long as you don’t get hit by Dao Qiong Cang, be more confident, and wipe it out directly…

Well, for Dao Qiongcang, it was just the loss of two Tianji puppets.

However, it has been so long since the God’s Relics, and Yue Gongli still hasn’t figured it out. Has the Dao of Memory of the Showy Taoist Master become super Dao?
Well, it is possible that he has figured it out, but he doesn’t have the same type of super Dao perception to resist, such as the Dao of Will. Has his memory been secretly replaced again?

“That’s disgusting.”

Even though they were separated by a whole Holy Emperor Secret Realm, Xu Xiaoshou could feel how difficult Dao Qiongcang was.

Before he left, he blurred the consciousness of all the maids in Tingyu Pavilion during their fantasy time and did not do anything superfluous.

But Ping’er actually remembered the general process…

This could only be a smokescreen released by the showy old Taoist priest in order to protect himself, or to protect the “Dao Dai’er” puppet.

The effect is also very good.

It’s more than just delaying time.

He also pushed the blame onto himself, thus eliminating the possibility that the Tianji Puppet was caught in the process of being tracked by Yuegong Li Gefan.

“But forget it, don’t do anything to the extreme.”

Look at the showy old Taoist trying so hard to protect himself.

Based on the fact that they were all friends and Xu Xiaoshou had inherited so many of his memories, he displayed his aura openly.

He used Hua Zhiyao’s identity jade token and the image of a passerby elder to teleport into the Wu Rao Emperor Realm in a dignified manner.

For the time being, I believe no one can catch me.

This wave of self-exposure was purely to provide cover for Dao Qiongcang and also solved his urgent problem.

“My way, I hope you can remember my kindness…”

No longer paying attention to Tingyu Pavilion, Xu Xiaoshou polluted the memory imprint of this place while looking around. His first reaction was:
“How bleak!”

Looking around, there are broken walls and ruins everywhere.

Compared to the Tingyu Pavilion with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds, the Wurao Emperor Realm is simply a wasteland.

The mountains and forests collapsed, the grass and trees withered, the rivers and lakes dried up… There was not even a trace of life here, and it was filled with traces of post-war devastation.

There were various huge pits and abysses on the ground, thousands of miles long, as if they were smashed through by huge meteorites, and there were also various criss-crossing sword marks on the ground.

It is not difficult to see that this was left behind by the battle between Hua Changdeng and Yu Lao.

The traces of battle extended from east to west and from south to north. It was really not their own home, and no one called for a stop. Both sides fought without mercy.

The ones who suffered the most were the Wu Rao people who had lost the protection of the Holy Emperor.

“Where are the people?”

There were piles of dead bones everywhere, with only crows and vultures flying around, but not a single living person was to be seen.

Xu Xiaoshou ascended to heaven in one step, crossing thousands of miles in an instant, but he still could not get out of the “battlefield”.

He bent down and scooped up a handful of dirt.

The Wurao loess carries the longest memories of this place and has witnessed all the big and small things that have happened here.

Xu Xiaoshou was moved and used a bizarre magic trick to turn himself into yellow earth and blend into the land.

Then, using the three disks of body, spirit and mind to gain insights, he “assimilated” himself into the dilapidated land of Wu Rao and traced back to the past.

“boom!”

His thoughts were shaken, and he saw the sky collapsing, and a shadow covering the sky passed by. Only the wings of the roc were visible, and it was difficult to see its entire body.

He heard Yu Lao’s voice: “Hua Changdeng, I was crowned the Saint Emperor by accident. I don’t want to compete with you Yunshan and the other tribes for this piece of Wurao land. Why are you forcing me so aggressively?”

When the great roc flies over the land, blood rains from the sky.

At this time, Yu Lao was seriously injured and covered in blood. His voice was full of indignation and helplessness.

A figure in white fluttered over from a distance, holding a lantern in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, his posture was freehand and calm:

“He has been crowned the Saint Emperor and ascended the ladder to heaven. His ambition is obvious. But now he is injured by the Ghost Hunter Sword and he says he doesn’t want to…”

He obviously didn’t believe what Old Yu said, and shook his head slightly, saying in a broken voice:

“There is no good end to this battle.”

The old fish was extremely angry, so the roc spread its wings and created huge waves.

The Holy Emperor’s mighty power roared through the air, destroying Taoism and wreaking havoc. When it arrived in front of Hua Changdeng, three swords appeared around him.

The sword was illusory and dark, forming a three-talent formation.

With three swords protecting him, Hua Changdeng was not disturbed by the power of the Holy Emperor. On the contrary, he slowly slashed with the ghost hunting sword in his hand, and the sword in front of his chest emitted a dim light.

“Woo——”

It was not Kun’s roar, but the cry of an evil ghost.

The cold sword light broke through the air and cut off the left wing of Dapeng, leaving a tangled and terrifying sword intent at the wound.

The sword ghost’s intention ghost!
Xu Xiaoshou was startled.

The sword was too powerful. Even though it was swung out with ease, the Holy Emperor Fish Kunpeng was completely unable to defend himself, and Kunpeng’s defense was as weak as paper.

Moreover, after the wing was broken, the wound was full of sword energy, which was clearly preventing the recovery of vitality.

The last time Xu Xiaoshou saw such a situation was when he was with Ba Zun’an.

There was a terrifying sword energy entwined and intertwined in the bodies of the eight masters.

Although it is not as powerful as the one Hua Changdeng is currently displaying, it is also torturing the body every moment.

But the Eight Ans are the Eight Ans after all.

He relied on this to cultivate the Immortal Sword Body, making up for the inherent deficiencies of his physical body and making further progress.

However……

How many Eight Masters are there in the world?
Old Yu couldn’t withstand the damage from the Sword Spirit Ghost at all. He cried out in pain and staggered backwards, shouting:
“I don’t know why!”

“I didn’t even want to be crowned as the Saint Emperor, but I never thought I would be crowned so suddenly and ascend the ladder to heaven. This was not my intention!”

His voice was filled with pain and confusion as he could not figure out the cause and effect:

“My family is in the Southern Ocean, and I don’t want to go to your Holy Emperor Secret Realm. If I wanted to, why would I have become a Kunpeng Divine Envoy earlier?”

“I will directly enter your Yunshan Mountain and become a Saint Emperor’s envoy. Wouldn’t that be more comfortable?”

Hua Changdeng obviously didn’t believe him, and continued to chase after him with his sword in hand:
“When a bird is about to die, its cry is sad; when a person is about to die, his words are kind.”

The “good” here obviously does not mean that what Mr. Yu said is credible, but he just thinks it is beautifully said and sounds good, but not what he really thinks.

After all, judging from Yu Lao’s behavior.

To be crowned as the Saint Emperor, to ascend the ladder to heaven, and to rob without mercy, these are all indisputable facts.

“Annoying! Annoying! Annoying!”

Yu Laohao yelled a few times in anger, but he knew that he couldn’t explain himself and he couldn’t beat the opponent, so he had to run away for his life.

The Dapeng bird transformed into a giant Kun, and as it fell downwards, it disappeared into the boundless ocean of the Great Dao.

“You, have nowhere to hide.”

Hua Changdeng whispered.

Although he was concerned about the “weirdness”, Xu Xiaoshou played him around so much that he couldn’t even catch his shadow.

But in a combat environment, this ancient sword cultivation world’s number one saint emperor is really too comprehensive!
The three swords of the sword ghost around him flickered in succession, and Hua Changdeng’s body escaped into the mind, and the mind returned to the spirit, completely liberating the combat form:
“Fengdu rises, Wangchuan appears!”

With one shout, the emperor’s realm will be turned upside down with day and night, and the yin and yang will be disordered.

Strange visions of Fengdu rose in various places, and the structure of the eighteen levels of hell was formed, with tall ghost towers and numerous palaces.

The Ten Lords of Hell are either holding an imperial edict, or carrying a seal, or carrying a chain, or hanging a knife… Each of them is a hundred feet tall, looking down on the underworld. As soon as they show up, they issue orders to all the ghosts.

Thus, hundreds of ghosts wandered at night, howling as they passed through the land. Wherever they went, the living gave way and the dead avoided them.

The Forgotten River surged with boundless force, pouring into the eighteen levels of hell and drowning everything.

The Wushao Emperor’s realm was directly overturned by the red turbid water, and the spirits of life and death all sank and floated in it.

The rules of this realm are placed in the boundless Forgetful River. Naturally, Yu Kunpeng, who had hidden himself in the deep sea of the avenue, was like walking into a trap and appeared in this sea of suffering.

“Hua! Chang! Lantern!”

Yu Lao’s shouts were filled with despair.

It was clear that he had used all his skills, but as both of them were Holy Emperors, Holy Emperor Kunpeng dominated the universe, while Holy Emperor Yunshan covered the sky with one hand.

Down and up.

No matter how much Yu Lao jumped around, he was like a clown and could not escape from Hua Changdeng’s grasp.

Bones piled up like piles, an altar for hundreds of ghosts.

The fire of karma is dim, and the underworld can be cultivated.

“die!”

A Hundred Ghosts Altar was built on the Wangchuan River. The altar rose into the dark sky, blocking all the paths. Hua Changdeng stood on the altar, transformed into the Lord of Fengdu.

He hunted ghosts with the sword in his hand and cut them down one by one.

Under the boundless Forgetful River, the Kun beast wailed continuously, and blood surged, one wave higher than the other.

The surging and roaring breath of death not only overwhelmed Yu Lao in the Wangchuan River, but even Xu Xiaoshou, who had turned into a handful of yellow earth, felt the suffocation coming towards him.

“powerful……”

Terribly strong!
Extremely strong!

Hua Changdeng wields the sword with ease and freedom.

But the Lord of Fengdu has an imposing manner that is so high up that it is like seeing the bright moon and feeling like a floating duckweed in front of me. It is truly unshakable.

“Love the common people and become a virtual ancestor, that’s all, right?”

“Is this the fighting power that stopped the Eight Lords from advancing so fast, cut off two of their fingers, and left a scar on their neck?”

Xu Xiaoshou discovered that along the way, he had never seen the direct combat power of the most amazing ancient swordsman in his prime state, which was said to be “unlimited”.

Gu Lao tried to force open the mysterious door, but he could only glimpse a corner of it and could not use his sword at all.

The eight sword masters rushed to the ruins of the gods, but they only made brief comments. In fact, I still had to rely on myself to draw my sword and slay the evil spirits.

This is all within the scope of cognition.

Hua Changdeng clearly surpassed Xu Xiaoshou’s understanding of combat effectiveness.

Compared to Rao Wangze, who would be destroyed by the wind and die when he encountered evil spirits, the fighting power displayed by the Yunshan Saint Emperor was more than a thousand or ten thousand times higher!
Liu Fuyu once used the Fengdu Sword.

That was the most advanced application of ghost swordsmanship that Xu Xiaoshou had ever seen in the real world, apart from the imagery in “Sword Viewing Classic”.

But Liu Fuyu’s Fengdu sword is like a grain of sand in the ocean, or a pebble in the Milky Way, compared with Hua Changdeng’s Fengdu lord. They cannot be compared.

“Can the gap of thirty years really be so outrageous? Is this the ‘unlimited’ of ancient swordsmanship?”

In the bizarre magic trick, Xu Xiaoshou turned into yellow earth and had no scalp, but it still made his scalp tingle.

No wonder Ba Zun’an admitted that he was not as good as the other masters in the art of ghost swordsmanship.

No wonder Ba Zun An once said that if one wants to learn ghost swordsmanship, there is only one lord of Fengdu in the world, so one can go and observe Hua Changdeng’s swordsmanship.

At this moment, after seeing Hua Changdeng’s sword killing Yu Lao, Xu Xiaoshou even started to worry about Lao Ba.

This holy slave leader who walked from the Tiansang Ling Palace to the Ghost Buddha Realm has always been the mainstay of those in the five realms who resist the cage and pursue freedom.

Even though he was disabled and in an unstable state, he basically did not take part in any major battles, but only sat in the account room, and his performance was still like a miracle.

His existence is a miracle, a possibility squeezed out of the impossible.

It was because of his sword when he was young that he tore open a corner of the cage forged by the five Holy Emperor families, causing light to pour in and resulting in the overgrowth of weeds under the shade of the big tree.

But can a tree or a clump of grass really defeat the whole world and the several gods and Buddhas on the ladder to heaven? Like a
thirsty sponge, it frantically absorbed the nutrients of the ghost swordsmanship.

Xu Xiaoshou no longer wanted to think too much. He was in Fengdu, and he felt the same way. He frantically analyzed the core of Hua Changdeng, the sword master of Fengdu.

He was learning from the Sword Ghost, including the three swords: the Body Ghost, the Spirit Ghost, and the Mind Ghost.

His body, spirit and will have three levels of Taoism, and he cannot create them on his own. He does not believe that he cannot steal the three sword ghosts from Hua Changdeng.

Of course, what was stolen could not be surpassed!
But Xu Xiaoshou was not only a sword ghost, he was also studying the sword of the Eight Masters.

He knew very well that only when the Three Swords Sword Ghost and the Two Swords Sword I were all subjugated to the famous sword technique, even if the Eight Lords were defeated by then, would he have a chance to surpass their masters.

“Um?”

On the Altar of Hundred Ghosts, Hua Changdeng was an unparalleled ghost hunter when he suddenly let out a light exclamation.

He stopped and made a move that was completely different from what Wu Rao Huang Tu remembered—he looked at Huang Tu!
“Xu Xiaoshou?”

As soon as these words came out, Xu Xiaoshou knew that he had been exposed.

A bizarre magic trick that turns the false into the real and has the effect of deceiving the public.

What’s more, Xu Xiaoshou’s body, spirit and consciousness were all transcendental, so it was very easy for him to disguise himself as a handful of soil.

But Hua Changdeng can see through…

As expected, as expected!
This person is not a normal person. Perhaps in terms of the guidance of the mind, I am far better than him, but how powerful is the perception of the Holy Emperor?
I have earned a lot by being able to spy for so long, the bizarre tricks have made great contributions, and the circuitous fingers of the mind have caused great use!
At this time, Xu Xiaoshou no longer hid, and suddenly rose up from a pile of yellow earth, returning to his original form:
“Haha, I was discovered by you, Hua Jianxian you are so strong.”

The wind is howling, and the clouds are rising.

“There!”

From far away, Yuegong Li’s voice came.

Not long after Xu Xiaoshou appeared, two figures flew over in the air. They were Hua Changdeng in white and Yue Gongli in a gorgeous robe.

“Xu Xiaoshou…”

Hua Changdeng held down the ghost hunter without saying a word and was about to draw his sword.

Yue Gongli grabbed his arm. Compared with Hua Changdeng’s coldness, he was indeed a fox. He actually acted overjoyed:

“Shou Ye?!”

His voice was full of surprise, as if he was meeting an old friend for the first time after a long separation, and he couldn’t wait to make it clear:

“Wasn’t the ladder to heaven broken by someone who had a grudge?”

“You actually managed to get up here! You’re better than that show-off Taoist priest!”

He looked around and saw nothing unusual, and it seemed that Xu Xiaoshou had not made any arrangements.

Of course, Yue Gongli knew very well that all the arrangements were useless in front of Hua Changdeng himself. After pretending to be sane, he said,
“Shou sir, it has been half a year since we parted at the ruins of the gods. I miss you so much.”

“This time when you came to the Holy Emperor Secret Realm, you didn’t even go to the Cold Palace Emperor Realm, didn’t come to Tingyu Pavilion to find me, and didn’t give me the opportunity to show my hospitality…”

He seemed to have completely forgotten how he had targeted the maids and Yue Gonghui in Tingyu Pavilion in order to search for Xu Xiaoshou.

As he spoke, he turned to look at Hua Changdeng and said earnestly,
“Brother Hua, please give me some face and let me talk about my feelings with you first. We can talk about the grudges between you two later.”

“Of course, I don’t want your face for nothing. As long as you are honored by me and come to my Tingyu Pavilion for a visit, I will give you a share of my Han Palace Emperor Realm without mercy.”

“From now on, if Yunshan has any problems, just say a word and I, Yuegongli, will be there at your beck and call!”

He didn’t seem to be joking.

After saying this, he pulled out a scroll of the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict from his sleeve and tore it up in front of the two of them, leaving them no room for regret:
“By the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict, I, Yue Gongli, swear that my words are true. I will only accept you as my friend, as long as you, Hua Changdeng, temporarily step back.”

“What do you think, both of you?” (End of this chapter)