I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2028

Chapter 1903: Close to God

Chapter 1903
A few rays of residual glow from the gods shine through the gloom of the world of ghosts and Buddhas with difficulty.

As it danced through the sea of swords and landed on the endless white snow, the entire mountain was covered with mulberry trees and the branches were also tinged with sadness.

“rustle……”

The sound of the wind and the sound of the snow are still there.

Sword Master left, and Gu, Xiao, and Lei were also taken away.

Looking up, there were only two solemn figures in the sky, and the atmosphere was as bleak as winter.

The sky is like an inverted bowl, which protects all living things inside the bowl and also blocks the scenery outside the bowl.

So everything becomes unknown.

Humans are spiritual animals and are naturally able to foresee danger.

Even though he didn’t know what the general situation was like, he clearly didn’t turn his head or blink, and for no reason, he looked at the two ancient sword masters in the void.

Everyone around the mountain felt a chill on their backs and unconsciously took a few steps back, leaving a large battlefield space.

Hongniang grabbed Jin Xing and felt uncomfortable.

She frowned and murmured to herself and to the millions of apricots on the preaching screen:
“I have a feeling that the storm is coming…”

Buzz!
The words just came out of my mouth.

The void sea of swords was the same, and then there was a roar and tremor, and hundreds of thousands of swords spread out to both sides in the shape of a pair of wings.

Ba Zun An walked out slowly from the empty sword stream, the solemn expression on his face gradually turned calm, and finally he sighed:
“The former elegance is gone now, only rouge, flesh, and bones remain.”

“Brother Hua, I overestimated the Sword Ancestor and the Sword Twenty-One. I never thought that the so-called ‘original creation’ would be a joke.”

He turned his palm and raised it.

There was a loud chanting sound in the sea of swords.

Apart from the ghost hunter in Hua Changdeng’s hand, the remaining famous swords include Yuelian, which has lost its master, and the Soul-Crushing Staff that penetrates into the past…

Come back in full force!

Twenty swordsmen were standing beside the eight masters, making them look extraordinary and heroic.

Ba Zun’an raised his head and looked forward, his black hair flying, his sword energy surging, and the twenty swords of the same name converged and converged, his momentum growing stronger and stronger.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

The sword thought was born from the famous sword, flowed into the bodies of the Eight Zun An, and after being nurtured and strengthened in the bodies of the Eight Zun An, it then flowed back into the body of the famous sword.

Over and over again.

The famous sword seemed to have faded away from the dust, and its brilliance became even brighter.

The eight swords were unsheathed, and their fighting spirit was rising steadily.

Not long after, when the wind and snow on Lingyu Mountain stopped, the sword sea behind them hummed like a pair of spread wings, and all of the swords shot out with brilliant silver light, which was all absorbed by the eight statues.

“Immortal Sword Body…”

Hua Changdeng knew at a glance that the hole that Ba Zun’an was missing thirty years ago had been perfectly filled by him thirty years later.

And just as the person on the other side said, he could also see that the famous sword Twenty-one pointed out the mystery and was more than that.

Finally, a Sword Ancestor appeared and suppressed the real “original destiny”.

From this we can see that what we want to see from the above is not that they are standing on the shoulders of giants to verify whether kendo is feasible.

Only one of the Gu they raise can survive.

If you can’t find a new path, you will die in the end.

Of course, leaving aside the true nature of the creation contained in the twenty-one famous swords, Hua Ba and the other two can still continue to discuss and argue about who is better and who is better, and spark some sparks.

But……

Is there still time?
Hua Changdeng stroked the sword jade in his hand, shook his head silently, hid it carefully, and put it in his arms.

No time!

Going to the Sword Tower is a death wish.

Waiting means death.

When the Three Ancestors lose their patience, or find a gap and descend upon the Five Realms, if their mission is not accomplished, both sides will be reduced to nothingness.

There is only one way to survive.

Fight!
Use fighting to support the sword, use the sword to support people. If you cannot be deified and called the ancestor, you will die!
Rumble…

Lingyu Mountain shook slightly, with wind and snow rolling, and everyone retreated in shock.

The eight masters are getting ready.

Hua Changdeng also pulled out the ghost hunter.

The two of them are competing against each other, and to the world, there is only one message given.

There is no need to worry about the whereabouts of Gu, Xiao, and Lei, and there is no need to pay attention to the situation outside the bowl. Just focus on the present and just look at tonight.

“Here I come…”

Hongniang grabbed Jin Xing, stretched out her long legs, and ran to the back, shouting excitedly: “Let’s fight!”

All the cultivators in Lingyu Mountain immediately scattered like birds and beasts.

Everyone wished they could grow wings, for fear of being affected by the aftermath of the battle.

It was not until this time that everyone realized that they were too close.

This distance for watching the battle is fine for discussion.

When the two men really started fighting, the aftermath of the collision of their auras alone was enough to almost crush anyone’s mind.

“run!”

“Run down the hill!”

“You can’t stay in the sky either. I think it will be shattered with one blow…”

That’s rational.

Everyone was running with excitement.

It’s good to be broken, just fight. The mystery of the finger was not able to see what the Sword Master said was the scenery behind the door. When these two meet, it may give people higher enlightenment.

“Swish, swish, swish!”

High in the sky, the sword power was rising and falling, and it had already developed into a fierce momentum.

The eight masters were surrounded by a hundred feet, and expanding outward was a physical field of silver sword thoughts.

One look at it makes your heart tremble with fear.

There was a sense of explosive power that seemed like it would not hold on for another moment and that the other person would explode.

But even so, the surging sword energy from the tens of thousands of swords in the sea of swords still madly poured into the bodies of the eight masters, pushing the sword thought field outward step by step, as if there was no limit.

Hundred feet…

Three hundred feet…

Five hundred feet…

The Eighth Sword Immortal is no longer the Eighth Sword Immortal. He has become a bottomless pit, trying to burst himself?
“If you seek outside, you will find nothing. You should seek within.”

“Brother Hua, I was unable to demonstrate the mysteries of the Sword Ancestor to you, but my sword-hiding technique may be able to give you some inspiration…”

Brilliant sword light burst out from the eight Zun’an’s eyes.

When all the sword power was gathered in his body, a sound could be clearly heard coming out of his throat, like a blade emerging from an iron furnace, clanging continuously:

“Ten thousand swords, return to one!”

As soon as the sound fell, his sleeves were raised, and the sea of swords began to buzz and riot.

It was no longer limited to the nourishment of sword energy and sword thoughts. Hundreds of thousands of swords flew through the air at the same time, and the tips of the swords were pointing at the Eight Masters.

“No way…”

Everyone in the five regions widened their eyes and looked at the following scene in disbelief.

The hundreds of thousands of swords that covered the sky and the sun were actually stabbing towards the Eight Zun An.

It looks like not thousands of swords becoming one, but thousands of swords piercing the heart!

“Swish, swish, swish!”

The world was dead silent, with only the sound of endless spiritual swords breaking through the air.

A shocking thing happened. When the first sword pierced into Ba Zun’an’s body, no blood splattered.

The sword is back in its sheath.

The eight statues are the sheath.

The spiritual sword pierced into the chest and also hid inside.

“Tibetan……”

Hua Changdeng held the ghost hunting sword at an angle, his face unmoved but with awe in his heart.

Hiding the sword art to this extent is more than just hiding.

This guy intends to use the Immortal Sword Body to the utmost, and the name of the Ten Thousand Swords, the name of the Famous Sword, to the utmost, and bring them all together, to belong to this “I” of his! Swish, swish,
swish…

One handle after another, handful after handful.

An eight-foot-tall man can hold thousands of swords.

In just a few breaths, the sea of swords that covered the sky and the sun, tens of thousands of swords, were all swallowed by the eight indestructible sword bodies.

His body did not become bloated because of this.

His appearance and spirit did not change because of this.

The only thing that changed was the sword thought field around him, which expanded from several hundred feet to thousands of miles!

“Wow!”

The sword consciousness field then shrank.

This violent energy that seemed to be unable to be compressed and externalized was actually absorbed into the bodies of the eight masters in an instant.

The flying snow on Lingyu Mountain froze in mid-air.

The cultivators from the five regions opened their mouths in astonishment.

People like Gou Wuyue and Xiao Kongtong even retreated to Fusang City and other places, watching from afar. Their scalps tingled as they watched:
“Is this… the art of hiding swords?”

Others can hide the sword’s momentum and power, but can the Eight Lords really “hide the sword” when they use all their strength?

The streets were deserted.

The number of people who attended the Golden Apricot preaching scenes increased dramatically.

Almost everyone across the Holy Spirit Continent finished what they were doing and gathered in front of a small golden bead, all of them were shocked.

Looking around the world, the only one whose expression remained unchanged was the Hua Changdeng standing on the other side of the battle.

“not enough.”

Hua Changdeng’s fingertips stroked the ghost hunter.

The ghost hunter made a long buzzing sound, and among the potholes and cracks on it, there was a faint light, which revitalized the dead energy of souls and made a “woooo” howling sound.

The sea of swords is exhausted.

The eight masters are so powerful that they can swallow up thousands of miles.

Hua Changdeng only raised his eyebrows, glanced over, shook his chin slightly, and said in a firm voice that spread thousands of miles:
“Eight masters are not enough.”

Isn’t that enough?

The five domains were dumbfounded, wondering whether Emperor Hua Sheng was confident or arrogant?
The Eighth Sword Immortal was so powerful, if he slashed out with a sword to test the whole world, who could stop him?
Could Gou Wuyue stop him?
For you, Gou Wuyue, the only choice is to retreat!

“Brother Hua, don’t worry.”

Above the void, eight figures had smiling faces.

The sea of swords swallowed up thousands of swords, including Xuan Cang and Zhui Yue.

The nourishment of the sword power would have been enough to make someone else’s spiritual rhythm rise and their mind reach a state of bliss, without knowing what to think or say. However, the Eight Zun An was still able to maintain a clear mind.

After saying this, he summoned the hand that held the famous sword, put his palm down, and pressed down lightly.

“Come again!”

This time, the famous sword Twenty leaped into the air.

The eight masters raised their heads and opened their mouths. Twenty swords turned into beams of light and entered their throats one by one, and were actually swallowed into their stomachs.

“This is……”

Spectators from the five regions were moved at the same time.

But when one of the famous swords entered their stomachs, the bodies of the eight statues broke apart. No blood splashed out, but a sword thought seeped out.

The sword thought was as thin as a cicada’s wing, about three feet long, and slashed out diagonally from his right shoulder. Wherever it went, the space was like paper and the Tao was like hair, which was easily cut through.

When it broke through the clouds, its momentum did not decrease at all, and it seemed as if it would go straight out of this world and kill the three ancestors outside the realm.

Whoosh!
But in the blink of an eye, the sword thought came like a flying bone from the sky, passed through the gap on the shoulder of the Eight Statue, and returned to the body.

At the same time.

All spirit refiners in the five regions, whether they were watching the battle or not, felt their bodies sink and their knees became unable to rise.

My heart felt like it was being hung with a heavy stone and was dropping heavily.

My body feels as if it is overwhelmed.

“Boom.”

As deep as the sound of a drum, the sound of Tao is muffled.

Everyone was stunned, blood gushed out of their seven orifices, and they almost fainted on the spot.

After getting through this wave, we’ll look towards Lingyu Mountain.

The Eight Zun An, who had just swallowed the injured sword Great Sadness Tears Without Sword, saw Taoist chains and shackles appearing around him, and the scene looked extremely familiar.

Soon, someone remembered and screamed, “This is very similar to Emperor Cangsheng’s!”

Yes, very much.

A word of advice awakened everyone and they all remembered it.

Half a year ago, when I beat the Great Emperor Cangsheng, the latter’s magic imprisonment and multiple unsealings left an indelible impression on the world.

His last arrow, with a force as strong as that of the Void Ancestor, was aimed at the ladder to the sky, trying to take away all those at a high level.

However, Shouye was one step ahead and used his magic sword technique in advance, which ended Ai Cangsheng’s last dream before his death.

The Great Emperor of the Common People is imprisoned by his magic, has he become weaker because of this?

No!

Everyone knows that if that arrow is shot, it will be difficult for me to avoid the impact.

Now, the eight masters swallowed thousands of swords in the sea of swords, and then swallowed the injured sword. Their mortal bodies, comparable to the ancestor gods, actually stirred up such chains and shackles.

“What is that…”

Gou Wu Yue frowned, feeling horrified. This sword-hiding technique was a bit too much.

Even he could not understand the realm that Ba Zun An had reached now. This was no longer within the realm of the ancient sword art of hiding the sword and drawing the sword.

The eight masters of the Tibetan Buddhism clearly used the way of loving the common people to confine themselves, and he also “borrowed from hundreds of schools and combined them into one”!
Dong.

The second muffled drum sounded, and the beast sword and the crazy eagle sword entered his throat.

Ba Zun’an stood still, with three wounds on his body. His sword power leaked out and then returned.

“This sword thought alone is not inferior to the power of the Wu Yu Wangwei sword that the Wu Yue Sword Immortal used to block Hua Changdeng before!” Someone was measuring and comparing the power, and became more and more shocked.

Boom.

Knock knock.

Boom boom boom.

The faster the drum beats, the faster the sword enters his throat.

Fei Yi, Li Yue in the Wine, Qing Lin Ji, Shuang Zhen, Tomb City Snow, Gui Lun Chou, Yan Mang…

It was like the sound of military drums before two armies confront each other on the battlefield. When everyone heard it, their hearts were buzzing, their blood was rushing, and their eyeballs were bulging and turning blood red.

There were ten wounds on Ba Zun’an’s body.

Then there were fifty wounds, a hundred wounds, and wounds all over the body…

The chain of Taoism is originally slender and brilliant.

It soon became thick, matte, and oppressive, compressing endless energy inside…

But even so, when the Ai Cangsheng technique is unsealed in multiple stages, the leakage of power will cause the space to explode.

The eight statues stood on the void with smiles on their faces.

The space around him was completely unharmed except for the sword power that leaked out of his body.

That’s where my strength lies.

The manipulation is also exquisite.

The so-called “hiding” is really “hiding”, not willing to let go of even a little bit!
“Gu.”

When Yue Lian, who was ranked first on the famous sword list, also entered his throat, Ba Zun’an’s body was covered with wounds, sword thoughts were flying everywhere, and hundreds of flowers were dazzling.

However, he was still able to gather back all the leaked sword thoughts, allowing them to be absorbed through the wounds on his body and heal the wounds at the same time.

“His body…”

The cultivators in the five realms no longer dare to imagine.

How terrifying it would be to have such a large number of swords, of such high quality, hidden on one’s body.

Not to mention that Ba Zun is well versed in the art of sword-watching. He is constantly exchanging sword thoughts with thousands of swords and strengthening his body’s strength.

He already looks very strong.

But with each passing breath, he became several times stronger than he was a breath ago.

If I were to stand in front of such a person, I would have probably knelt down directly. Hua Changdeng…

The preaching scene froze on the Holy Emperor opposite.

Hua Changdeng’s eyes closed, and he was indeed more serious. When he spoke, he said calmly:
“It’s still not enough.”

The Eight Masters responded and took a step forward.

After a whoosh, everything became dead silent, the Lingyu snowstorm stopped in the void, and the Dao chains around the eight statues collapsed silently…

Everyone’s pupils dilated.

But he found that there was no energy leakage at all.

The power of the collapsed Dao chain shackles was absorbed into the immortal sword body by the eight statues in one breath.

“Isn’t that enough?”

Ba Zun’an raised the corner of his lips.

Hua Changdeng’s eyelids finally twitched.

After Lingyu’s deathly silence, dark clouds gathered in the sky, and the first flash of lightning blasted through the deathly silence.

“layer……”

“Two floors…”

“Third floor…”

Boom!

Three layers of calamity clouds rise up one after another.

The five realms of spirit refiners were in an uproar. Saint Tribulation, Emperor Tribulation, and the last level, the Tribulation of the Ancestral God? !
Hua Changdeng: “Not enough.”

Ba Zun An lowered his head and smiled.

After laughing, he jumped up into the sky.

Outside the crack in time and space, the coffin under the tower, the shadow of the Great Sophora japonica, and the purple pupils all shook at the same time, and they uttered in shock:

“color!”

The Third Ancestor was excited.

Because they all saw that above the plane of the Holy Continent, a colorful and mysterious door with a strong Taoist charm suddenly opened.

The door opened and a sword pierced the clouds.

The sword was one foot high in the sky, and it could penetrate three layers of calamity clouds.

Above the plane, a huge figure in white rose up at the same time. He had a dignified appearance and bright eyes, almost comparable to the ancestor god.

“Xu Zu Hua…”

The Demon Ancestor murmured softly, this is the image of the Eight Ancestors incarnation!

He waited.

He waited.

This young man did not disappoint!

However, it was only for a moment, and the image of Xu Zu gathered together, the door of the mysterious gate opened with a strange scene, and then closed again.

The eight statues fell back to their original places.

The three flowers of calamity cloud above his head had just condensed when they were swallowed up into his stomach in one gulp.

“Giggle!”

At the foot of Lingyu Mountain, the black chicken in Yu Zhiwen’s arms widened its eyes, poked its head out, stepped on its chest, and couldn’t help but stand up.

Can you hold it in so long? Ba Zun An, you are amazing…

The Lingyu snow and wind fell again.

The triple holy tribulation and the image of the Void Ancestor were unable to cause the power to get out of control, and even the snowflakes were no longer stirred up.

The eight statues were standing on the void, ripples appeared under their feet, a wall was visible three feet away, and then they returned to their shoes.

He smiled lightly and said:

“Brother Hua, how are you now?”

Hua Changdeng took a deep breath, shook his wrist, and the ghost hunter chanted. The unchanging sound finally changed:

“Maybe you can give it a try!”