I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1993

Chapter 1869 Late

“Hiss, it’s so cold!”

“Damn it, we have to wait for an hour and a half, right?”

“Of course there will be. It’s been a long time since the deadline. I don’t think the Eight Lords will come…”

Around Lingyu Mountain, in the cold wind and snow, there were thousands of figures that began to look restless.

These people came from all over the Five Regions, and their auras were extremely powerful. Most of them arrived during the waiting period. Among them were ancient sword cultivators and spirit refiners, and their average combat power was above the throne level.

Only those who claim to have some means and self-protection power and above the Throne Dao Realm dare to appear on the front battlefield.

At this moment, many people have occupied good positions, opened the Palm Apricot and Golden Apricot preaching screens, and reported the real-time battle situation to the Five Regions, and they are all whispering about something.

According to the preaching scenes of various organizations, the number of people watching the battles numbered in the hundreds of thousands or even millions.

As for people like Hongniang, who had made a name for herself before and temporarily hired semi-saint masters to protect her, and returned to Lingyu Mountain in a strong manner, the number of people watching her Golden Apricot Preaching screen in real time has exceeded eight digits.

But whether it was on the scene or through the preaching screen, the greater the expectations of the spectators, the greater the disappointment!
“Why haven’t you shown up yet?”

Hongniang muttered, “Eighth Sword Immortal, or Shou Ye, either one will do…”

Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing.

The situation is so depressing, so deadlocked, and so anxious.

No matter whether they were holy slaves or not, all of them were drawn to Lingyu Mountain, either actively or passively.

It was like all the driest firewood in the Five Regions was piled up on Lingyu Mountain. Whenever there was a little flame, it wouldn’t be a crackling sound, but a rumbling earthquake, like a volcanic eruption, enough to detonate the entire Holy Land!
There was no flame, not even a spark…

They all seemed to be scared away by Hua Changdeng’s three words.

The whispers were from the spectators on Lingyu Mountain who dared not speak loudly. Across the preaching screen, the discussions of the apricot children from various families were now in full swing:

“So the side he just showed is already the limit of the Eighth Sword Immortal. If he really had to face Emperor Hua head-on, he actually wouldn’t have the confidence?”

“Brother, this is the true body of the Holy Emperor. Who can be so sure? If he doesn’t come, the Eighth Sword Immortal can still be a legend. If he comes, then the legend will fall!”

“But everyone is waiting. Does he really have the nerve to be a coward?”

“Hehe, I didn’t believe it before, but now it seems so. What can I say? Anyway, I think Hua Changdeng has given enough face, but Ba Zun’an is a bit ungrateful!”

“As expected, I predicted it. My evaluation is: useless piece of shit!”

“To be honest, you dare not even show your face, you are really a waste! You are not worthy of being treated like a fool by me!”

“Yes, although Shouye also hid, he is young and can be forgiven.”

“Forgive me, even when I’m having an affair at my master’s house I have to spare one hand to watch the fight. Can’t the Eighth Master come? It’s such a waste of my time! Damn…”

As time went on, the discussion became completely one-sided, and not many people were optimistic about the Eighth Sword Master, Shou Ye.

Because given their personalities, not coming out within an hour would already explain the problem.

The timeout is so long, the problem must be serious.

Even if I come, I will probably lose!

“Oh.”

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the long and magnificent lamps, with hundreds of preaching scenes aimed at them, were like sculptures in the wind and snow, remaining still for a long time.

Suddenly, he moved.

He let out a sigh of relief, raised his eyelids slightly, and snow fell off his body. The spectators from all over the five regions were immediately worried.

Everyone realized that the spark had not fallen, and Emperor Hua Sheng’s rage was ignited!

“Mr. Mito, you should know what I want to say.”

Hua Changdeng still held the copper lamp in his hand, and the ghost hunter quietly tucked it on his waist. He looked calm, but his words were sharp:

“An hour has already passed. I have given the Eight Lords face.”

“Take my sword for half an hour. I will give you face.”

“I don’t have much patience anymore.”

Opposite him, far away in the middle of a group of young ancient sword practitioners, Mei Siren had blood on his temples and beard, and his clothes were torn.

There was a bloody hole in his chest as big as a newborn baby’s head, with his chest going through his back, and even a corner of his beating heart could be faintly seen.

Although the bleeding had stopped, the wound was still filled with sword energy, preventing it from healing.

“Huh…huh…”

Mei Siren breathes in more and exhales less, and supports his sword with his hand.

Taicheng Sword could only barely support his body so that he would not faint on the ground like Xiao Kongtong next to him, and thus retain the last bit of the spirit of an ancient swordsman.

In fact, Mei Siren’s vision was darkening from time to time, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the old man was not going to live long.

“Pills! Pills!”

Xiao Wanfeng called out anxiously a few times.

Mr. Siren had a very good reputation in the Five Realms. Immediately, from afar, a wealthy man named Taixu threw another golden bottle to help the poor ancient sword cultivator.

Xiao Wanfeng poured out the medicine and fed it to the old man: “Mr. Siren, this time it is God’s blessing… Eat it, eat it quickly, it can prolong your life!”

The people around watched in silence.

A divine blessing can only keep Mei Siren alive for half a quarter of an hour, but what’s the point of waiting for support?
Hua Changdeng can destroy Mei Siren, the first echelon of ancient sword cultivators in the Five Domains, with one sword. What if the Eighth Sword Immortal, Shou Ye, really comes?
“Gulu.”

Mei Siren swallowed the pill.

As soon as the medicinal power was refined, I felt refreshed.

The tinnitus faded, the dizziness lessened, and half of the three strange black spots that blocked the world in front of my eyes disappeared…

Good condition!
Mei Siren touched his chest, and then he reached his back. It was a novel experience. He quickly pulled his hand back, and accidentally touched the beating heart…

“hiss!”

It feels like chili powder has been sprinkled on the wound, and it hurts so much.

Interesting!
It’s getting a little heated!
Mei Siren didn’t even lower his head, drew his Taicheng sword, and whispered to the young man next to him whose face was not clearly visible: “It’s time, right?”

“Yes!” Xiao Wanfeng nodded heavily, “We arrived half an hour early. He actually gave us a little more time…”

“Exquisite.”

Mei Siren nodded, and then his eyes sparkled. He straightened his chest and pulled in his stomach. He looked at Hua Changdeng again with high fighting spirit: “Hua boy, I have recovered as before. Give me another sword, and I will give you half an hour!”

Hiss!
When this sentence was uttered, whether it was the spectators in Qingyuan Mountain or those watching through the transmitted screen, everyone gasped.

Are you serious, old man?
You still dare to stick your chest out with such a big bloody hole on your chest?

The blood flow and the blood-forming power blessed by God are a bit insufficient!

“Where are the eight masters?”

“Why should Mr. Mito take the lead? He is just an old man and he can’t handle it anymore!”

“Speaking of the younger generation, why is there no one who dares to stand up and take the sword? What about Gu Qinger? Isn’t he also a sword immortal? Why is he so timid?”

“Yes, if you want to buy time with fighting and wait for those two losers, then fight them in a round-robin battle. How come you are relying on the hot-blooded old man to support you?”

“Is this era sick? Why are young people so useless?”

“…”

Hongniang didn’t even dare to glance at Jin Xing’s comments. These people were completely extreme.

Even Mr. Siren couldn’t catch Hua Changdeng’s sword, how could anyone from the younger generation be able to do so?

The only ancient swordsman in the field who might be able to fight…

She glanced secretly at Gou Wu Yue.

The Moonless Sword Immortal was calm and composed, as if nothing had happened to him. Indeed, he was not a saint’s slave and did not need to be involved in such a vortex.

“Ume Mito!”

Hua Changdeng’s tone was already quite impatient: “You want to die, I can help you, but before you die, you must keep your word and go back to the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower to summon the Eight Lords.”

Mei Siren took a step forward and was about to speak when his wound was torn. He grimaced in pain and could not even maintain his composure and almost fell to the ground.

“Mr. Mito…”

Xiao Wanfeng hurriedly helped the old man.

This is really a life-threatening move. Forget about catching the sword. If Hua Changdeng blows on Mr. Siren, he will fall down and never wake up again!
“Huh… Huh…”

Mei Siren took a deep breath and slowly fanned out a paper fan. On the fan was written “No problem”. He said weakly:

“Of course I can go back to the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrows Tower.”

“But I also said that the Eighth Master is in the process of realizing the key to enlightenment. Two hours means two hours.”

“When the time comes, I will go back. If the time does not come, even if you kill me, you cannot enter the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrows Tower without an invitation.”

He stroked his beard, but his hands were covered with sticky dark blood. He didn’t care and laughed: “Young man, more haste makes waste. Come on, strike again.”

absurd!

Hua Changdeng really didn’t want to kill Mei Siren, but now he couldn’t suppress his murderous intent at all.

An hour later, Mei Siren came forward to take the sword, and he dared to use the reputation of “Mr. Siren” in the Five Regions as a guarantee:

He could go back to the Ancient and Modern Forget-Sorrow Tower, but Ba Zun An was in the process of attaining enlightenment, and it would take him more than half an hour to go back. It was already a great honor for him to come out once by borrowing Xiao Kongtong’s body, and he didn’t want to go back and disturb him early.

Enlightenment?

Good! I can understand!
Hua Changdeng knew that Ba Zun An was in seclusion and must be understanding a great truth. He also hoped to fight against the stronger Ba Zun An, looking forward to his “Sword Self” and the concept of Sword Self.

He took the initiative to wait for an hour.

Mei Siren did not die after taking the sword, and the battle lasted for an hour and a half.

Now that the time has come, you changed it to “two hours”. Does that mean there are still two hours after two hours?
“Mr. Siren’s reputation…”

There was a cold light flashing in Hua Changdeng’s eyes.

It’s obvious that Mei Siren’s reputation is worthless.

It is even possible that this old guy could not even return to the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower. He was just using the “drag” technique the whole time. Hua Changdeng could really draw his sword and commit suicide.

“I have broken my promises time and again in order to wait for him.”

“I might as well tell you that you are short of time and I am also in a hurry. One and a half hours is already my biggest concession.”

Hua Changdeng slowly raised the copper lamp in his hand, his face cold: “Since Mr. Siren can’t go back to the Ancient and Modern Forget-Your-Sorrow Tower by himself, and the Eight Masters are so difficult to invite, then I will borrow your soul. I will take the initiative to go to the tower and meet him in the past.”

Hiss!
The candle in the copper lamp flickered.

The atmosphere in Lingyu Mountain seemed to be ignited, and everyone was eagerly waiting. Mei Siren’s pupils were trembling, and he tried his best to raise the Taicheng Sword in his hand…

“Keng——”

At this moment, the sound of swords rang out.

Stuck between Hua Changdeng and Mei Siren, a three-foot-long sword with blue and white stripes and carved dragons and phoenixes was thrown at him.

Divine Sword Xuan Cang!

In a flash, thousands of people on the mountain were stunned, each with a different look in their eyes, and turned their gazes away.

As the scenes of the various chief preachers came into focus again, the spectators from all over the five regions saw a slightly immature face appear on the screen, who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old.

“Xuan Cang Divine Sword? Rao Jianxian’s sword?”

“Who is this young man, and how come he has the Xuancang Divine Sword?”

“I have told you more than thirty times to pay attention to the young man next to Mr. Siren. I said that this sword looks like Xuan Cang, but you didn’t believe me…”

“How dare he come out?”

“Young man, you are so brave!”

“I would like to call you the strongest among the young generation besides Shouye!”

“…”

The moment he threw Xuan Cang, Xiao Wanfeng admitted that he was impulsive.

It was not Xuan Cang’s guidance, but when the blood rushed to his head and he was excited, he couldn’t bear to see Mr. Siren fighting alone in the front, so he didn’t think much about it and just did it.

And when the eyes of the whole mountain turned to look, there were people from the Sword Burial Tomb, Cangyue Immortal City, the Feng Family of the Southern Region, and even the extraordinary sword immortal like Gou Wuyue…

He also knew that there were not many spectators in the Five Regions at the moment, and they were all paying attention to his actions. It would be a lie to say that there was not a moment when Xiao Wanfeng felt a sense of heroism in his heart.

“Woo…”

But as he sensed it with his mind, he heard Xuan Cang’s cry again.

This sword, which usually always wants to stir up trouble between me and others, now clearly wants to draw the sword and leave quickly, and not force itself to be in the spotlight!
Let’s go?

Xiao Wanfeng is not a person who likes to show off.

But when he saw the weeds and gravel on the mountain through the blood hole from Mr. Siren’s back, he took a deep breath, stepped forward and pushed Mr. Siren back.

He placed himself right in front of Hua Changdeng.

“Xiao Wanfeng…” Gu Qing’er’s face was shocked. He felt embarrassed, excited, unwilling to be robbed of the first place, but mostly, he felt admiration.

“Xiao Wanfeng…” Lei Shuangxing unconsciously took half a step forward. He had clearly never thought of this person before. He only knew that this person with the surname Xiao was the tea server on the first floor of the sky.

“Xiao Wanfeng…” Yuan Fusangcheng had seen everyone in the tavern where Xiao Wanfeng killed Taixu with a sword. Even the half-saints looked in disbelief. The man with the surname Hua was not Taixu!

“Xiao Wanfeng!”

When the preachers of various schools pronounced this name, people from all over the Five Regions finally got to know this young man.

They looked at the young man who stopped the old man with one hand, and with his own strength, he held the gloom of the night that spread across the five regions on his thin and tender shoulders.

They looked at the young man with his head down, his whole body trembling, his fists clenched, but he was resisting stubbornly, his neck was red and veins were bulging, like a bright flower in full bloom with vitality.

“Master Xu, if you were me, what would you do at this moment?” Xiao Wanfeng’s mind was filled with mixed thoughts, and he tried to raise his head, raise his head, raise his head…

Look up, Xiao Wanfeng!
It’s just Hua Changdeng, it’s just the Holy Emperor. Look up and look directly at the sword god in your eyes!

“drink!”

Xiao Wanfeng shouted angrily, suddenly raised his head and looked straight ahead.

The pupils dilated in an instant.

…

“Woo——”

The whole world became dark.

Around Lingyu Mountain and in the distance, all the figures disappeared.

The roaring sound of evil spirits in the distance penetrated into my mind, and the invisible shadows pierced my ears and disturbed my heart, making the noise even more piercing.

The sky and earth were obscured by the darkness of night.

Above the blue sky, pairs of strange and cold ghost eyes opened, and the cracks opened to reveal the huge faces of evil spirits that were hundreds of feet long.

There appeared fallen gods and Buddhas with three heads and six arms, green faces and fangs, and the spirits of evil beasts from outside the domain. They roared from the heavens, and in an instant, the stars withered.

“Boom boom boom boom…”

The heaven and earth collapsed, and the Tao was destroyed.

The whole world was hit by constant thunderstorms and storms, as if the end of the world had come. All the unknown creatures from the outside world who were eyeing them covetously fell into Fengdu.

“Buzz!”

Xiao Wanfeng’s face turned pale as he was shocked, and he finally saw the person in front of him clearly.

Hua Changdeng stood quietly where he was.

The entire Lingyu Mountain scenery collapsed as his gaze turned, and the scene of the eighteen levels of hell slowly rose up.

The ten Lords of Hell surrounded him, each holding a weapon, towering over the sky, with a joking look on their faces.

The turbid and yellow water of the Wangchuan River cascaded down mercilessly from the sky, easily submerging the former Yujing, the Zhongyuan Realm, and heading towards the Southern Region.

The water covered my feet, my upper body, my chest, my chin…

“Hmm.”

asphyxia!

Absolute suffocation!
The feeling of helplessness with no power to struggle or resist!
It turned out that just standing in front of him required enduring such horrible pressure. What Mr. Mito had to face alone just now…

In the drowning-like suffocation, all the illusions created by the pressure created by Hua Changdeng’s unintentional momentum were broken by his hoarse voice:
“Young man, I said, I don’t have much patience…”

Xiao Wanfeng was shocked when he heard the sound, as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he immediately supported his knees – he almost fell to his knees.

He raised his head and looked forward.

All illusions are fake.

Lingyu Mountain is still Lingyu Mountain, and Hua Changdeng is just Hua Changdeng, such a frail person.

He is a human being, and so am I.

He practices sword, and I practice sword too.

It’s impossible to fight, after all, there are several generations between them, and it’s too difficult to have enough time to practice Taoism.

But if Xu Shao came, he could buy some time for his side simply by “talking”, right?

Can I?
Xiao Wanfeng didn’t know, he could only do his best.

While recalling Xu Shao’s tongue sword technique, he straightened his back with all his strength, took a deep breath, and solemnly clasped his fists:

“Senior Hua!”

This is not the time to be modest…

You should be outspoken, you should release your own light, you should take the lead…

He said emphatically: “I am Xiao Wanfeng, a junior, and I feel that I have some understanding of the Ghost Sword Technique. I hope Senior Hua will be generous in giving me some advice…”

Bang!
…

The world is quiet.

Xiao Wanfeng only felt a pain between his eyebrows.

Immediately, cold wind came in through the hole in the back of his head, stirring his brain violently.

The moment I flew backwards, time seemed to slow down.

The flying snow stopped in the empty space before his eyes, dancing like a butterfly at an extremely slow speed.

It was mocking his ignorance and weakness!
Xiao Wanfeng finally saw the finger that Hua Changdeng pointed at him from afar – it wasn’t even a ten-segment sword finger, but just an ordinary, common finger.

The vision is so blurry, as if half of the world is missing.

It was not until the hateful snowflake was shattered by a flying eyeball and scattered in all directions that Xiao Wanfeng felt the cold.

“It’s so cold…”

He shuddered.

The flow of time seemed to have returned to normal.

He passed by Mr. Siren and just turned his head to look him in the eye. He could see that the old man’s eyes were bloodshot, his hair and beard were standing up, like an angry lion, and he was shouting something…

“I can’t seem to hear you… Mr. Mito…”

He smashed through the flying snow and fell through the air. With the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb, who were only a few years older than him, standing not far behind him.

They hurried forward, expressions of shock, confusion, and collapse on their faces.

Su Qianqian…

Xiao Wanfeng also saw Su Qianqian, who was the same age as her, looking anxious and suddenly pulling out a black broadsword, which was the famous sword Wanbing Mozu. However, she was stopped by her three senior brothers in front of her, and the scene became bleak.

“My brothers are right… We can’t be impulsive… It’s not just anyone… It’s all Master Xu…”

As he fell from high to low, Xiao Wanfeng saw Xiao Kongtong lying on the ground, Lei Shuangxing taking a step and then stopping, Feng Tingchen sighing, and Wu Yue Jianxian looking straight ahead…

Life is so fragile.

Life can be a hundred years for ordinary people, or it can be just a flick of a finger, where one is thrown backwards and hits the ground to death.

“I will become the first ancient swordsman in history to be killed by a fall…”

When this last thought flashed through his mind, Xiao Wanfeng saw that Shanshan came too late for help and was unable to block the Xuan Cang Divine Sword.

He could vaguely feel the apology from Xuan Cang who was shaking wildly. There was no need to apologize. It was me who was impulsive.

The sounds of the world faded away little by little.

The picture from the one-eye perspective also became a little darker.

It seemed as if the functions of the senses of taste and touch began to become disordered, and they started to play tricks on themselves.

Cold!
Pain!
Everything, but it doesn’t matter anymore.

“Snow……”

Xiao Wanfeng’s eyelids felt so heavy. It was just a few flakes of flying snow, but he was so arrogant that he wanted to bury himself.

This snow is crazy!

I really can’t accept this…

So this is what death feels like…

Although his five senses had clearly faded away, Xiao Wanfeng could still clearly know the distance between himself and the earth, and between himself and death, just after this thought.

“Wow.”

There was no unusual sound when it hit the ground.

Xiao Wanfeng heard a slight sound of breaking wind.

He could already foresee the scene where his entire body, soul, and consciousness would completely fall apart due to the force and attack after he hit the ground.

No!

No?

Xiao Wanfeng tried hard to lift the eyelid of his left eye, wanting to take another glimpse of the beauty of the world. Like a last glimmer of light, he did it.

The touch is back.

He realized that he was supported by a broad and strong arm, so he did not fall to the ground.

Vision back.

In the dark and hazy world where only black, white and gray remained, he caught a glimpse of a blurry face out of the corner of his eye.

It was just a corner of the profile, and one could only see the strong jawline and the drooping eyes slightly exposed between the swaying black hair.

“Although it was a stretch, you did it. You protected Mr. Mito.”

“Hmm…?!” Xiao Wanfeng recognized that eye and heard the mellow voice. At this moment, the world was full of light. His whole body shook violently and he opened his mouth excitedly to speak, but then he vomited blood.

“right.”

He clearly couldn’t say anything.

This person seemed to know what he wanted to say and what he wanted to ask. He nodded his chin and whispered:

“I am Ba Zun An.”

“I’m late.” (End of this chapter)