I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1949

Chapter 1825 Famous Painting

Damn!
Cheng Caizhi had never thought that Dai Xiu, who had a nice face, could be so hideous.

It suddenly attacked with a death perspective, with its forehead backward and chin forward, so stubborn that even the coarse black hair in its nostrils protruded.

Being killed in the face is terrifying for a moment.

Cheng Caizhi’s mind was in turmoil and he felt that the world was spinning. He thought something was wrong, and sure enough, within a moment, the environment changed again.

“This is……”

There is no doubt that he has entered the deep world from the first level of the fantasy sword technique, which is similar to a dream within a dream.

It was still a terrifying lucid dream!
Cheng Caizhi couldn’t find the center of the formation at all, so he could only open his eyes powerlessly and look around.

This time he came to a desolate mountain area with a heavy atmosphere. The grass and trees were sparse, the soil and rocks were scorched, and there were traces of being struck by lightning and cut by swords.

“battlefield……”

Cheng Caizhi felt vaguely familiar with it, but couldn’t remember where he had seen it before.

He looked into the distance and saw some hazy figures standing on the distant mountains. Judging from their realm alone, they were just Zhan Dao and Taixu.

Some are even only at the throne realm.

But all of them have a terrifying aura, giving people an extreme sense of oppression.

It feels like any one of them can kill enemies across levels or several levels, posing a threat to the Semi-Saint.

But when those people looked closely, they couldn’t see his shape or appearance – such a powerful figure was just a background board on the battlefield and didn’t even dare to approach the front battlefield?

Cheng Caizhi felt even more nervous. He vaguely remembered where this was, but couldn’t believe it.

“How dare you call me Ba Zun An?”

At this moment, a familiar voice came from the nearby pile of bare rocks, “Dai Xiu!”
Cheng Cai’s hands trembled.

This was clearly what Dai Xiu had said before the fight with Ma Dai Ba Zunan. How come it happened again here?

He quickly turned his head and looked in that direction.

It was no big deal that he just took a look, but before he even saw the real owner, he was so scared that his legs went limp.

The first thing that caught the eye was a burly man with a n*ked upper body, a broad back and strong arms. He had three heads and six arms, fierce eyes and a body full of scars. He held a pale and unconscious woman in one hand, and with the other hand he supported a double-headed gilded, bloodstained, and heavy long stick.

Not far to the side, there were several wine barrels piled on the ground. In the middle, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, was a sturdy man with a cloak draped over his shoulders. He was sweating profusely and his body was surrounded by purple lightning. Behind him was the phantom of a thunder spirit that covered the sky. The surrounding road was surging with lightning and thunder.

Behind the two burly men, there were three figures standing beside the grass and rocks with aura no weaker than theirs.

He was wearing a star-shaped robe, with a half-smile on his face. He raised his palm, holding a compass in the air, and a star spoon on it, which was slowly turning.

He was wearing a sword robe, with a blue and white band around his forehead, his long hair flying, he had the aura of a celestial being, his eyes were sharp, and he looked around with disdain.

He is dressed in a black shirt, standing tall like a javelin, with a large bow on his waist. He looks evil, with eyes as bright as day, and Taoist patterns floating on his face. The Taoist chains on his body are rolling and buzzing, overlapping in threes and sixs, reflecting each other, as if after a thought collapses, infinite power will explode.

This is the left side!

This can barely be called a normal human being!

Apart from the two giants who looked normal, and the three extraordinary people, the right side of the front battlefield was so shocking
!

The sound of rain falls from far away.

Cheng Caizhi looked at it with trembling hands, and felt his cheeks getting cold. He didn’t know when he started to cry.

But on the right side of the sky, half of the sky was covered with gray-black rain. Under the rain and fog, the roots of an old tree were intertwined. It was a giant tree that covered the sky. Countless dead souls were hanging on its branches and branches. The treetops were in full bloom, presenting a human face whose full appearance could not be seen.

Under the sad rain-covered old locust tree rooted in the void, there is a huge golden lotus platform blooming, on which sits a Buddha with brilliant light, with a dot of red golden sand between his eyebrows, his eyes closed in a look of compassion, one hand pointing to the sky to stop the falling rain, and the other hand pointing to the ground to freeze the long river.

Long river?

The illusory long river that seemed to flow from ancient time and space meandered like a dragon or snake. At the end of the river was Cheng Caizhi… or rather, it extended just behind Cheng Caizhi!

Cheng Caizhi turned around in shock and saw that a figure had appeared beside him, which was originally empty.

This is a young man wearing a jade crown and holding an ancient scroll in his hand. He looks like a scholar and is well-mannered. He has six black strings around his neck, but no pendant.

The others who are here, with such momentum, will at least not move.

When Cheng Caizhi looked at the handsome scholar behind him, the scholar actually turned his head to look at him, and even moved his lips and spoke!

“My friend, you are very anxious…”

Bang!
Cheng Caizhi fell to the ground with his butt.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands as if he had seen a ghost, and moved back several feet. He felt his mouth was dry, and smoke was coming out of his throat. He felt as if all his energy had been drained away.

anxiety?

How can I not be anxious?
This painting! This world-famous painting!

Every time he recalled the dream at night and woke up from it, he was always frightened to the point that his heart beat too fast and his mind was horrified.

Because even though he has been canonized as a saint now, Cheng Caizhi still knows that if any one of the people in the painting jumps out, they can still blow him up with one hand, and there is no possibility of any accident.

Even though the people in the paintings have all fallen from glory to decline, some are hiding, some have lost their arms, some are drinking, some are imprisoning themselves, some have disappeared, or have fallen…

Ignorance is bliss.

Children born in the last thirty years are all happy.

They have not seen the most glorious era, and unlike that generation of ascetics and the older generation, they have not been abused head-on or frightened from the side.

If children have not seen the ten high mountains standing at the end of the road and the ten evil spirits on the top of the mountains, they can always have hope and feel that it is possible to surpass them.

But……

“Beyond?”

Anyone who has seen it knows that it is impossible!

“The ten evil ghosts, the ten evil ghosts…” Cheng Caizhi was in a trance and murmured silently.

He blinked suddenly and tried to tell himself that this was just an illusion sword technique, all of which were fake, and were just rubbish tricks of that Sack Eight Masters.

Afterwards, he raised his eyes again and looked at the painting.

Boom!
Cheng Caizhi’s mentality exploded.

That was not an illusion sword technique at all, nor was it fake.

Above the heads of the ten evil ghosts, there was a heavy golden throne that looked illusory but was actually real.

The throne is made of pure gold and inlaid with jade beads. The three-foot base is shaped like a black tortoise with patterns on its back. The double-sided armrests are decorated with ivory and rhinoceros horns. The long hollow back is carved with ferocious dragons and phoenixes, and it looks as majestic as a blade unsheathed.

This is not an ordinary throne!
Those ten people are not the ten evil ghosts!
Instead, they are the famous and powerful ten thrones!

…

“I……”

Dai Xiu raised his gun and stopped suddenly.

After Sheng Mind swept around, he lowered his head, and the light between his eyes suddenly disappeared.

The world suddenly became quiet.

The corpses and blood all over the ground are irrelevant.

A man standing on the edge of a mountain, watched in amazement by all, is insignificant.

The terrible thing was that he, the Half-Saint Dai Xiu, had just charged forward with his spear, wanting to lead Brother Cheng in the charge, but he inexplicably rushed back to the battlefield of the Ten Thrones in the past.

Different from old bones like Cheng Caizhi.

Dai Xiu became famous at a young age and was very handsome. Back then, he was not an outsider who just wanted to watch the show and was later frightened to death.

He personally participated in the Battle of the Ten Thrones!

“It’s kind of funny…”

Dai Xiu’s mouth twitched as he could tell at a glance that this battlefield was so fake, it was clearly the work of illusion swordsmanship.

There was a nonchalant look on his lips and a carefree look in his eyes. Only the gun was in his hand, trembling slightly.

He tried hard to shield himself from looking at the ten evil spirits that were clearly marked under the ten glorious thrones, forcing all the contestants to quickly fight and rob.

Out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of a young man carrying a sword and walking away dejectedly outside the central circle of the famous painting.

Dai Xiu still remembered this guy because he had seen the battle with his own eyes.

His name is Wen Ting.

The sword on his back is number one on the list of famous swords, the evil sword Yue Lian.

He was defeated by a little-known Jade-faced Scholar, and even his Taoism was damaged, so he chose to withdraw directly from the Battle of the Ten Thrones.

“call……”

Dai Xiu let out a long sigh and suppressed the waves in his heart.

He still didn’t look up, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure.

This woman, who was also standing outside the central circle of the famous painting, was a graceful and good-looking woman. She was clenching her fists, pursing her lips in hatred, and her eyes were full of resentment.

It was later, after hearing Jiang Buyi’s drunken gaffe, that Dai Xiu learned that she was Rao Yaoyao, who had disguised herself and used an alias, secretly joined the battle, hoping to make a splash, but was finally eliminated quietly.

“Ha! Huhu…”

Dai Xiu took a few deep breaths again and suppressed the shock in his heart.

He still didn’t look up. He didn’t know why the way he saw these people was from the perspective of an insider looking at outsiders.

It was as if he was standing at the center of a world-famous painting, at the center of the stage of the battle between the geniuses of the five regions, admired by thousands of people.

Suddenly, Dai Xiu’s body shuddered and he saw something he shouldn’t have seen.

It was a tall man lying on the ground in a pool of blood. He had a very broad frame and was as strong as an ox. He had the body size of three normal adult men, but his whole body was wrapped in a confining black feather robe.

He was in the center of the circle, not far from Dai Xiu’s feet.

He was unconscious, with a huge hole in his chest, blood gushing out, his hands and feet broken at strange angles, and a two-legged black owl with broken wings and legs lying on the ground beside his shoulder.

“impossible!”

Dai Xiu’s face finally changed, and he could no longer suppress the rage in his heart.

He also recognized this man, Night Owl, who later became the head of the Anbu. He was a prominent figure in the early stages of the War of the Ten Thrones and had obtained three golden thrones.

As a result, in the middle and late stages, like everyone else, he was provoked by the fledgling Taoist and started fighting with a big bald guy.

One punch and Night Owl was crippled.

Three thrones triggered a bloody battle.

In the end, after many rounds, one became Dao Qiong Cang’s, and the other two were also taken by the gods, so it can be said that the plan was a failure.

“But how could it be a night owl?”

Dai Xiu lowered his head, his body trembling like a sieve, his neck seemed to be held down by someone – held down by himself, Dai Xiu, he dared not look up!
Whether it was Wen Ting, Rao Yaoyao, or Ye Xiao, these were not the characters who should appear when the ten famous paintings gathered together and converged in the final battle.

In other words…

These people are all fake.

They are all guides of the magic sword technique, used to confuse people’s minds.

Dai Xiu gritted his teeth and gathered all his strength, finally blasting away the mountain that was about to break his neck, and roared:
“You think you can destroy my Dao heart with such a petty trick? It’s ridiculous!”

He suddenly raised his head!
At this moment, the holy power burst out.

The world was dark and nothing unusual happened, but a light suddenly descended from the sky, illuminating Dai Xiu, as if announcing to the world – he, Dai Xiu, was the master of destiny in this world.

Brush!
It’s no big deal to be the center of attention.

There were more than a dozen calm gazes around him, which made people tremble.

Kui Leihan, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, opened his eyes. The god with three heads and six arms also looked back. Gou Wu Yue crossed his arms over his chest, Dao Qiong Cang pursed his lips and smiled, and Ai Cangsheng had a blank expression on his face. In the eyes of the Tao, all living beings are ants.

The old tree has eyes on its crown, the northern locust tree looks at it with its eyes downcast, the Buddha is eye-catching after the rain, the lotus pedestal is in full bloom with fragrance, the world’s affairs rise and fall in the river of time, and the scholar closes the book and tilts his head.

A soft sound rang in my ears. It was clearly full of concern, but it sounded like the devil’s whisper:

“Friend, are you anxious too?”

Dai Xiu’s Adam’s apple rolled, tears welled up in his eyes, the hairs on his body stood up, and he almost fell to his knees.

Fake!

It’s all fake!

Eight Lords, don’t even think about destroying my Dao heart! Don’t even think about it!
Dai Xiu only stumbled, but he succeeded in doing it, stabilizing his body in front of the Ten Lords.

But when the people and flowers around him faded away, the blurry figure confronting Dai Xiu in front of him gradually solidified, revealing his true appearance and the truth.

Dai Xiu’s eyes became empty for a moment, his pupils trembled uncontrollably, and his cheeks trembled so much that it seemed as if a piece of flesh was about to fall off his face.

“You want to fight me?”

He was a man dressed in white snow, looking like a banished immortal.

His black hair fluttered, showing his unruly nature, his sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes made him look unruly. Just by staring at him like that, it seemed as if thousands of swords were whistling and slashing towards him.

“Tell me your name.”

His voice was calm and faint, so faint that it seemed as if he was just an insignificant one among his many challengers.

Or maybe, there is no “as if”.

“Dai, Dai Dai…”

On the contrary, Dai Xiu’s teeth were chattering and he was completely uneasy. He seemed to have returned to that year in a trance.

That year he was not a half-saint, nor was he a well-known figure in the center of the battlefield or outside the battlefield.

He was just like those insignificant black shadows in the distant mountains and forests. He could only be watched from afar. He was a small fry and no one cared about him.

He suddenly became the protagonist of the world, and faced with the Eight Zun’an, even speaking became difficult for him.

No!
It’s fake!

They are all fake!
Dai Xiu quickly calmed down and realized that a fake Eight Lords would scare him like this.
Things are different now. He has been crowned a Half Saint. Even if the real Eight Lords came, wouldn’t he have the courage to fight…

“I say, tell me your name.” Ba Zun’an said calmly.

“Dai Xiu!!!”

Dai Xiu suddenly stood up straight and spoke in a loud voice, like a wild beast that was tamed by just a few words.

“Pick a sword.”

The eight statues had black hair blowing in the wind and a stern expression.

Although he does not take any opponent seriously, he disdains to remember and cannot remember every brave person who dares to stand up and challenge him, but he will give them a chance so that history can remember them.

He put two fingers together and flicked it lightly.

Five swords flew out from his back and waist, each of them carrying a murderous aura.

Dai Xiu’s eyes trembled as he looked around with difficulty. He saw that the five swords were either slender, broad, strange, or murderous…

Of course he recognized these five swords!

Who among the people of that era didn’t know the various swords of the Eight Lords?
The purple giant sword was the Immortal Sword Zi Tian Zui.

The sound of gold and powder mixed together is the voice of the demon sword Nu Lan.

The pale and broad ones are the wounded sword and the tears of great sorrow without a sword.

The black and ominous one is one of the five great weapons of chaos, and there are four evil swords.

The sword is three feet long, with a white blade. It looks ordinary, but it is the original sword that has accompanied the Eight Zun for the longest time – Qingju!
Pick a sword?

These words were said by Ba Zun’an, but to Dai Xiu, it was tantamount to “choosing a way to die”, and he was dumbfounded.

Me!
Just Dai Xiu!

How could he deserve to die from one of these five swords?
As his mind was shaking wildly, the only clearness in his mind that he held on to was used to lift Dai Xiu’s waist, so that he would not kneel down and beg for mercy in front of countless people in the Ten Thrones Battle.

Fake!

His heart was screaming.

He struggled for a long, long time, which felt like a century, but he still didn’t know how to start talking or how to break the impasse.

Ba Zun An waited for him for three breaths, and seeing that he remained silent, he brushed his sleeves and put away his swords, and lost all five swords:
“I have chosen for you.”

Dai Xiu was struck by lightning when he heard this, and his knees went weak. “Wait, wait…”

He just stretched out his hand, wanting to grab something like the drowning person.

Ba Zun An took a heavy step forward, his black hair flew up and splashed over his cheeks, and his eyes burst into a thousand-foot-long sword light!

“Buzz——”

Dizziness, tinnitus, mental disorder!
At this moment, Dai Xiu felt that he was placed in a vast and bleak world. He saw that he was still on the battlefield, still in the same place.

But the people around were all gone.

The ground was filled with sword waves and the wind was blowing coldly in the sky.

Amid the whirring sound, Dai Xiu felt a chill on his face. His eyelashes trembled and he caught a snowflake.

Everything was quiet and the snow fell silently.

Dai Xiu tried to open his eyes and look around, but the world was completely white, with only a lone figure left – Ba Zun An!

The eight statues are right before your eyes.

The Eighth Master knows the sky is one foot high!
He is high up in the sky, looking down with disdain. Before he moves, his voice arrives. It is a hymn to death, a sword chant of reincarnation:
“May the snow fall in August…”

This sound is so ethereal and empty, it makes people yearn for it, but after trying in vain, they feel lost:

“What you seek is not found…” (End of this chapter)