I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2031

Chapter 1906 Chapter 192 Raging

Few people paid attention to the black sea of fog below.

Everyone was still staring at the Eighth Sword Immortal who was surrounded by thousands of ghosts in the void.

Putting aside their external appearance, that is, those ugly evil spirits, in essence, the Eight Zun An were trapped by layers of ancestral power.

Is that the end?

“Six Breaths…”

“Seven Breaths…”

Someone was counting, and for a long time, no sound came from the evil ghost’s flesh ball.

But no one was willing to believe that the Eight Lords, who had just managed to do something, would die at the first step and be suppressed by these ugly monsters.

“Nine……”

When the count reached nine, the void shook.

Everyone’s eyes widened and they dared not blink.

Then he saw that there were still evil ghosts rushing outside, and inside there was a huge evil ghost flesh ball with a radius of several miles. Suddenly, a light golden light appeared in the cracks.

It was very dim at first, with only a ray of light.

Then it suddenly became brighter, with golden light shooting out from all directions of the flesh ball, like a sun about to explode, lighting up the entire underworld.

“Buddhism is called purity, and the Supreme is called detachment…”

A familiar voice exploded from inside, and the world turned into a vacuum in an instant.

In the dead silence, I saw the flesh ball bursting apart, the evil spirits flying backwards, and the daylight inside became brighter, reflecting a straight figure with its back to the light in the center.

Xiao Ba… Yuegongnu’s palm trembled, as if he sensed something, and let go of the sword in his hand.

All the people in the underworld saw a sword light shooting out from the silence, coming from an unknown source.

The light came out from the distant sky, passed over the thousands of ghosts that were flying, and in the opposite direction, it entered the white day that illuminated the underworld in an instant.

It fell steadily into the hands of the black figure.

“Om——”

The low Buddhist chanting broke the silence.

The outsiders from the Five Regions who were watching the battle through their respective leaders couldn’t help but hold their breath and felt their blood gradually heating up.

“A sword comes from the east!”

“Yes, Yijian Donglai is the Sword Immortal. I said it’s impossible for the Eighth Sword Immortal to exist… In my opinion, the fun has just begun!”

“Hasn’t all the swords in the world been eaten by Ba Zun’an? What sword was that just now? He has so many swords that he doesn’t use, why did he use this one?”

“It seems to be, Buddha Sword?”

“‘Buddhism is called purity, and the Supreme is called detachment’. Practicing both Buddhism and Taoism, plus a Buddhist sword, can’t it be…”

Wow!
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the bright rays of the sun were swallowed into the body of the Eight Zun again.

But this time, it was not just swallowing and then there was no more trouble.

On the contrary, at the same time, behind the eight statues, a brilliant golden Buddha as tall as the sky rose up. After the power was gathered, it took on an indestructible golden body – Vajra.

Rise from the ground up!

This momentum is too high!

Even if he is in the underworld of gods, bound by the shackles of billions of death gods, he is still able to compete with them after he rises up.

Even more than that?
In the distance, the Ten Lords of Hell, the Black and White Devils, the Eight Hercules… Ben followed closely behind the Ten Thousand Ghosts and had to make a move.

After gaining the upper hand, his knees sank suddenly, and all his movements were interrupted. He almost fell to his knees, with a look of horror on his face.

Look up.

That Buddha was so tall and huge that it was almost as big as an entire city.

It is unimaginable, what kind of terrifying power is contained inside?
——The ghosts have to rely on the help accumulated by the gods and the underworld for billions of years to reach higher. Did the eight Vajra statues created by An rely on his own strength?

The Vajra cassock was half open, his chest and courage were puffed out, his eyes were suddenly fierce, and with one hand he condensed a towering giant blade, and began to kill.

Buddha Sword…

The eight statues were dressed in white and gracefully wielded their swords across the air, with a hint of anger burning between their brows.

Angry Immortal…

At this point, no matter if they were ancient sword cultivators or spirit refiners who had only a passing knowledge of the ancient sword art, they all read something and murmured in surprise:

“Big Buddha…”

“cut!”

The eight masters uttered a word.

The black-eyed Vajra behind him swept across with his huge sword without saying a word, and the golden light cut half of the underworld.

“boom!”

With a loud bang, the sky and the earth seemed to be split in two.

The evil ghosts around him that were blown into the air by the broad daylight and its power were unable to utter even a single scream. The moment they were hit by the light of the Buddha’s sword, they disintegrated with a pop and turned into wisps of black smoke that fell down.

Along with the subsequent evil spirits that flew into the flames from all directions, a huge fault appeared after the giant sword passed across the sky.

Billions of evil spirits, one third of them were wiped out with one sword!

“Wow.”

Not only those who were in the underworld, but all the cultivators in the Five Realms felt their scalps go numb and stood up in shock when they saw this scene.

What’s the difference between this and opening up the chaos with one sword?
Among the millions of evil spirits, there are some who have inherited the power of more than one god of death, and their defense is obviously different from that of ordinary people.

But under the blow of the big Buddha, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree and was no match for it.

Pearls crack and porcelain shatters, rain hits glass.

When the Great Buddha Slash swept across, except for the first roar of breaking through the air, the rest were all the crisp and pleasant sounds of evil spirits’ bodies breaking apart.

The popping sound came from west to east, above the underworld, composing a beautiful piece of music for the people of the five realms.

Grandma Mengpo’s face was already pale and bloodless.

Seeing this, his lips trembled, and he waved his hand with a fierce look, and shouted heartbreakingly:

“superior!!!”

“Give it to me, tear him apart!”

The Ten Lords of Hell, the Black and White Devils, and the Eight Strong Men moved at the sound, murderous light flashed in their eyes, and they crushed the space under their feet and were about to take off.

The Eighth Master raised his eyelids, and his pupils shrank:

“Kneel down.”

The faces of the Ten Lords of Hell, the Black and White Devils, and the Eight Strong Men suddenly twisted, their skin drooped, and their waists were almost torn apart.

As if bearing an extremely heavy pressure, their armor and clothes were torn apart by the invisible sword energy that fell from the sky. In the end…

Bang!
They all knelt down.

“impossible–“

Grandma Meng Po let out a howl and her face turned from white to green.

She clearly didn’t feel any pressure!
She didn’t believe that the eight human masters could make all the generals of the underworld surrender with just two words!
“Get up!”

“Put me up…”

Grandma Mengpo, stopped abruptly.

She wanted to pull them up one by one, starting with the eight strong men, but her movements suddenly froze, and her eyes turned in disbelief towards the man in the distance…

“Swish, swish, swish!”

The majestic air currents soared through the sky.

The eight statues stood still, but a sea of swords flowed out from their shoulders and backs, along with a bloody murderous aura rising into the sky, and behind them extended twelve bloody sword wings that covered the sky and the sun.

The word “kneel down” means that all the generals in the underworld have fallen to their knees, which is horrifying enough.

The incomparably real wrath of the Great Red God, condensed from tens of thousands of swords, allowed many ancient sword practitioners from the Five Realms to once again witness what the unlimited first and second realms meant.

“Is the absolute monarchy really so absolute?”

“Can the wrath of the Great Red God also be condensed with a spirit sword and murderous intent and transformed into a physical form?”

Pop.

Grandma Mengpo just met the pair of blood-red eyes in the distance, and both of her eyeballs exploded, splashing out the power of death.

Boom!
She finally understood what the hells around her had just endured. When the eight masters stared at her, all the forces were combined on her.

Grandma Mengpo didn’t even kneel down, her body from the waist down, including the concept of “legs”, were blown to pieces.

With a thud, she fell into the coffin.

“Wow……”

The Death Judge couldn’t sleep anymore.

This fat-headed, big-eared monster grabbed Grandma Mengpo from the coffin, threw her to the side, and then straightened up.

With a “swish” sound, it tore off the oracle without hesitation and roared in a shrill voice:

“Myriad Dao methods merge into one source and add to my many bodies.”

“Any first-rank general in Fengdu will be promoted to the next rank by taking advantage of the power of his ancestors. Go!”

Papapapapapa…

The sound of explosions was endless.

Above the void, the Buddha’s sword swept away the evil ghosts, who were reduced to only two-thirds of their original flesh walls, and they were all shattered.

At that time, flesh foam flew everywhere, blocking the vision, and blood gushed out like a waterfall.

In response to the continuous screams, the underworld of God was transformed into a miserable scene of purgatory, and the whole world was filled with the unwilling wails of evil spirits.

“No–“

“Ahhhh!”

“Hiss, it hurts, ah ah…”

The many spirit refiners in the Ghost and Buddha Realm were clearly not involved in this battle. When they saw this and heard the noise, they all got goosebumps all over their bodies.

Terrible!

brutal!

indescribable!

“Brothers, save me…”

Hongniang’s delicate body was shaking violently, she could hardly hold onto Jin Xing, her eyes were filled with fear.

She had never seen such a tragic scene.

In her original world, Taixu was already at the pinnacle, and Half-Saint was too much.

But when she entered the underworld, she found that her worldview was overturned again and again.

The eight masters were proficient in using the sword, and their power was so great that she couldn’t even explain it.

However, there were still hundreds of millions of evil spirits left. After they were shattered into pieces, the power of death that splashed out gathered on the generals of the underworld around the Judge of Death.

Their aura, amplified by the Divine Court and the Underworld, felt like that of more than half-saint from the very beginning.

Now that he had such a great power, what was he going to do? Was he going to create some crazy stuff?
Hongniang didn’t even dare to think about it.

Together with those originally from the ghost and Buddha worlds, the ancient sword practitioners and spirit refiners who were now standing on the battlefield of the underworld were all horrified.

No matter how unbelievable it is, it seems that there is only one answer left.

“Holy Emperor…”

The Moon Palace slave whispered with difficulty, her palms were cold and sweat was already oozing out.

“Really the Holy Emperor?”

Yu Zhiwen’s face turned pale, and his body tensed up as he thought of something.

Liu Fuyu was not in a much better condition either. He took a breath of cold air after hearing the sound.

What is the concept of a Saint Emperor?
There are only five Saint Emperor families in total.

Half a year ago, the God Kunpeng achieved the status of Saint Emperor, climbed the ladder to heaven, fought for good fortune, but after all the efforts, he could not escape death.

If one counts carefully, the number of Holy Emperors in the Holy Continent and below, plus the ghost beasts on the Void Island, the Purple Pet of the Holy Palace, the White Dragon, and Feng Yujin, who has run out of luck and is here to fill in the numbers, is only a little over ten.

In this underworld, that fat-headed and big-eared so-called judge could create “twenty” by tearing up the oracle?
Even the Holy Emperor can only create eighteen!
“It’s not completely impossible…”

This was also the first time that Yuegongnu encountered such a situation.

But she was, after all, the descendant of the Holy Emperor and had a lot of experience. Knowing that the underworld was the perfect divine palace, she could make a rough estimate and get a rough idea.

“Once the throne realm is opened, even if the spirit refiner does not understand the way of space, he can slightly change the rules. Confinement and transfer are the basics.”

“The holy domains of the Semi-Saints and Saint Emperors also possess the nature of a ‘domain’. The number and level of laws that can be tampered with are greater and higher.”

“Shen Ting, even more so!”

Yuegong Nu stared at the graceful figure in the sky, his tone full of solemnity:

“The Divine Court has long transcended the limitations of the ‘realm’ and has its own laws. It is higher than the heavens. After all, it is the residence of the ancestral gods.”

“The integration of the Ghost Buddha Realm and the Ancient War God Platform, with the super-Taoist law height, has given Hua Changdeng the foundation for the God Court of the Underworld to perfectly unfold its power.”

“The Ghost Ancestor was born several centuries ago. After his fall, the Divine Court and the Underworld have never appeared again. Finally, it fell into the hands of Hua Changdeng and has never been fully opened.”

“Over the years, the ancestral power accumulated within has reached an immeasurable level in both quantity and quality.”

After a pause, Yuegongnu didn’t want to admit it from the bottom of her heart, but the fact was this:

“It may not be possible to ask the Eight Hercules, the Ten Lords of Hell, and the Black and White Devils to secure the Holy Emperor status forever. After all, they do not have the status of Holy Emperors.”

“But within the Divine Court, the Lord of the Divine Court grants his generals the combat power of a Saint Emperor for a short period of time, or even the combat power of a Saint Emperor of the Tenth Realm who possesses the ultimate, high amount of ancestral power…”

Yuegong Nu took a long, deep breath and said, “It’s not ‘not difficult’, it’s ‘without any effort’!”

“Giggle!”

The black chicken jumped out, spread its wings, and protected the small fish under it.

It pecked its head forward twice, its eyes sparkling as if to say, don’t be afraid, the chicken is here to protect you.

Yu Zhiwen caught the black chicken and held it in his arms with cold palms.

She could understand, totally understand.

It is indeed a very normal thing to have the fighting power of a Holy Emperor under the throne of the Ancestral God.

All she thought of was…

Grandpa Yu, you were fighting against the combined forces of these monsters at that time, but in the end, you failed?

The hatred never disappeared, it was just suppressed.

As Yu Zhiwen thought about this, his body trembled slightly and his hands exerted force unconsciously.

Delicate scales appeared unconsciously on the snow-like skin, and she almost crushed the black chicken in her arms.

Yuegongnu and Liu Fuyu both noticed something unusual and realized something, and the corners of their lips twitched.

“Hehe.”

The black chicken called out, stretched out its wings, and gently patted the little fish’s head.

Yu Zhiwen suddenly woke up and hurriedly let go of her hand: “Sorry, I…”

She choked up and could not speak anymore.

There was a sound next to my ears. It was no longer the absurd and funny crowing of a chicken, but Xu Xiaoshou’s warm and firm voice:

“Don’t worry, I can’t even find a reason for Hua to survive.”

“He will definitely die.”

…

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go…

One after another, dazzling black light shot up into the sky.

The flesh walls of the underworld are filled with evil spirits. After they are shattered, all the power of the god of death converges on the many generals in front of the judge.

In just a moment, these monsters completed their transformation and their sizes increased by more than ten times.

The Lords of the Ten Palaces of Hell, with shining black armor.

The black and white evil spirits, with hooked sickles and splitting edges.

The eight strong men were so muscular that they could break the laws of nature with just their steps.

There are a total of twenty generals, which is already a good number in the main field of Shenting and the underworld.

At this moment, the mighty power of death has amplified it to an unspeakable level.

“Extreme~”

The Judge of Death, who was so fat that he looked like he could drip grease, kicked away the woman who had climbed out of the coffin, swung the blood-curdled brush in his hand, looked over with a smile, and said in a sarcastic tone:
“Does the Eight Lords know your name?”

The eight statues had twelve blood wings blooming on their backs, and they held angry Buddhist swords in their hands, but they did not even look at the fat-headed and big-eared monster at this moment.

He frowned and looked down.

The black fog sea below, accompanied by the sword slashing the Buddha just now, precipitated into a liquid sea, showing its extraordinaryness.

Think about it for a moment.

The eight Zun An turned the Buddhist sword in his hand over and moved it downwards.

The Canthus-eyed Vajra behind him made the same move, and the huge golden sword was inserted into the black ocean of death power.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak~”

The purification effect of the Buddha Sword and the abandonment effect of the Heaven-Forsaken take effect at the same time.

The black ocean seemed to be boiling, bubbling and evaporating bit by bit.

“brush!”

When purification and abandonment began, the boundless sea began to wriggle, as if it had spirituality, and it all shrank into the underworld and flowed towards nothingness.

A thoughtful look flashed across the eight masters’ eyes.

He smiled lightly, shook his head and ignored it.

On the coffin, the fat-headed and big-eared monster exploded, stamping his feet wildly, with murderous intent rising to the sky.

There are twenty Saint Emperors in high realms. What can a mere mortal like me do to him? How dare he ignore me?

“Eight! Respect! An!”

The Judge of Death pointed the blood-curdling brush forward and screamed, “Don’t blame me for not giving you a chance. Kneel down and kowtow now, follow me into the capital, and meet the Lord. I can still spare your life!”

The sound was like waves, sweeping through the underworld.

The ghost and Buddha world practitioners who were in the middle of it swallowed their saliva unconsciously.

On the one hand, they had never seen anyone more crazy than the legendary “Eighth Sword Immortal”.

On the other hand, they had never seen the “Twenty Saint Emperors”. Just looking at this number, who wouldn’t have the confidence to be arrogant?
I dare to be arrogant too!
I am more arrogant than that fat lump!

The Eight Immortals snapped their fingers, and the Buddha’s sword turned into golden light, reluctantly shooting into the space and returning to its original place.

He finally raised his head and looked at the twenty Fengdu generals bathed in black beams of light.

“Holy Emperor…”

It was like twenty mad dogs tied with black chains.

Everyone can see that once the Judge of Death gives the order, his subordinates will come out in full force.

The eight masters looked at them one by one, raised the corners of their lips and nodded slightly.

“Dang!
” The fat-headed and big-eared judge raised his eyebrows, became even more manic, and felt insulted.

This is, sure?
Who needs your “sure”? !

But the judge did not act rashly. This human was indeed something. The twelve blood-red sword wings behind him might have the fighting power of a Saint Emperor…

As he thought of this, the sword wings behind Ba Zun’an retracted and instantly returned to his body.

He returned to his calm and peaceful mortal state.

He put his hands behind his waist, took a step forward, and with the ripples of white clothes, he crossed five more cities.

At this point, he had walked from the southernmost part of the underworld to the center, facing the Death Judge and twenty chained mad dogs.

“Eight! Respect! An!”

The Death Judge screamed, ready to start a fight if they had a disagreement. “Speak!!!”

Who doesn’t know how to bluff?
It doesn’t believe that the other party is not afraid.

It wanted this human to kneel down in front of it. It wanted to wash away the shame of having half of its head blown off.

After that, he ordered his twenty Saint Emperors to tear this damned guy into pieces!
But…

It seems that I can’t get what I want.

The Eighth Master stood in mid-air, with his hands behind his back, and spoke in a calm voice, as if stating an indisputable fact:

“Then I’ll give you a chance…”

“Those who worship me live, those who offend me die.”