I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2039

Chapter 1914 Chapter 191 Three Realms

Everyone noticed the Eighth Sword Immortal’s strange behavior.

The surging waters of the Forgetful River have severed the heaven and earth of the ghost and Buddha worlds, dividing the battlefield into two.

There is a long and elegant lamp inside and eight statues outside.

The power of the newly promoted Hua Zu was enough to contain the offensive of Yao Zu and Bei Huai. Even if the eight An Xu Zu were transformed, it would be of no avail.

But at the critical moment, he imitated Kuilehan and sat cross-legged with his eyes closed?
“Enlightenment?”

“What kind of truth can be realized at this time? Only by being deified and called the ancestor can one be comparable to Hua Zu, right?”

“But how could Hua Zu give him time? He could have been killed if he had only passed half of the tribulation. But to try to attain enlightenment at this time is a definite provocation – the Eight Lords are one step slower, and every step is slower!”

“Don’t forget, everyone. The waters of the Wangchuan River blocked even Kuilehan’s three tribulations. If he can’t overcome the tribulations, how can the Eight Lords be deified and called ancestors?”

“Wait, there is hope! Remember at the beginning, Ba Zun An also summoned the Three Tribulations, but he didn’t overcome them, but swallowed them into his body…”

This woke everyone up.

But soon everyone realized that the Eight Lords swallowed the calamity at that time not for the purpose of surviving it now.

He just needed to hide that part of the power in his body, and what he swallowed was just the embryonic form of the great catastrophe of the Ancestral God to destroy the law, less than one tenth of the catastrophe.

Use that part of the thunder tribulation to survive and be deified and called the ancestor. At most you can become half an ancestor, and you are not even worthy of carrying shoes for Hua Changdeng!

rumble!

The void exploded.

Just as he sat down cross-legged, thunder exploded around the eight statues, and a sea of thunder surged out. It was the great calamity of destruction of the ancestor god that he had swallowed into his stomach before.

“Have you really started to overcome the tribulation?”

“Is there such a way to survive the tribulation? Instead of enduring the tribulation of thunder, one can be baptized directly in the sea of thunder?”

Under the protection of the Wangchuan River, Hua Changdeng had thrown everything out of his mind before he swallowed the Ghost Ancestor. He had to concentrate on digesting the magnificent insights into the way of the God of Death.

This includes the soul, reincarnation, and part of life, life and death, which belong to the authority of the Medicine Ancestor.

Too much!
Swallow is just an adjective.

In fact, the two-in-one process is far from being something that can be swallowed in one gulp.

Hua Changdeng not only needs to accept the massive amount of memories brought by the Ghost Ancestor who has survived from ancient times to the present, but also countless epochs in a short period of time.

This is terrifying enough. The memory alone can overwhelm an ordinary Saint Emperor, making him lost and losing most of his combat power in a short period of time.

But it’s more than that, the memories are all small.

Hua Changdeng’s primary task is to digest “all” insights of the Ghost Ancestor’s soul, followed by the authority of reincarnation.

The part about the ancestor of medicine can be placed later, but it must also be touched upon.

In this two-in-one process, if Ghost Ancestor develops the slightest consciousness of resistance, ten thousand years would be too short.

Fortunately, this time, Ghost Ancestor had no choice but to cooperate actively.

Hua Changdeng was able to distribute the most important things evenly among the countless soul selves on the Hundred Ghosts Altar and accept them simultaneously, which also took a lot of time.

In the situation where he was surrounded by various ancestors, he gave himself the bottom line of receiving everything within half a day, and then digesting it while fighting, using fighting to support fighting and deepen his understanding.

But these are not the most important points.

The most terrifying thing about two-in-one is that different “I”s must merge perfectly.

Even if Ghost Ancestor cooperates, he is, after all, an independent individual who has existed for countless epochs.

His “I” is too big, and His “name” is too big.

His life form, Hua Changdeng, was so huge that it only had a lifespan of a few dozen years. Even though he was also an ancestor god, he could only barely contain it with the power of the same realm.

If there is any mistake, the spiritual power will go out of control. Even if the two-in-one is finally successful, I will inevitably fail, and then I will follow the old path of the Demon Ancestor and the evil Yin.

But can this interrupt or slow down the process of “swallowing” the Ghost Ancestor?

Hua Changdeng didn’t even have the slightest hesitation.

He has no way out!

“Boom boom…”

But just when he had devoted himself to the process of integration, the breath of the ancestor god’s destruction of the law came from outside the Wangchuan River.

Hua Changdeng couldn’t help but raise his eyelids and look up.

He remembered that the path to becoming a god in the Holy Continent was easily cut off by himself with the Forgotten River.

What we should be on guard against are, of course, monsters like Kuilehan who are not afraid of death and have immeasurable talents.

The way of remembering ancestors has been strangled in its cradle.

Kuilehan can be sealed, but he must be released after he has completed the integration of the Dao and has absolute control over everything, and then he can fight against the Demon Ancestor together, instead of himself.

The same principle applies to everyone, including the Eight Zun’an.

Glancing over, he saw the Eight Deities outside the river sitting cross-legged in meditation, bathing in the thunder tribulation, and the aura of the ancestor god’s destruction of the law rolling out.

Hua Changdeng was startled at first, thinking that something unexpected had happened.

He had never underestimated the Eight Lords. If they really found a way to break through the blockade of the Forgotten River, it would not be completely impossible.

But after looking carefully, Hua Changdeng felt a little relieved.

“It’s only the early stage of the great catastrophe of the Ancestral God destroying the law…”

This was the thunder tribulation that the Eight Zun An had endured before.

To use this part of “energy” to be crowned as a god and called an ancestor, first of all, it is not enough. Secondly, even if it is forcibly crowned, it will only be a half-ancestor. In the end, after being crowned, it will probably backfire quickly and the power will decline.

In a word, even if the Eight Ans succeeded, they would only be short-lived ancestral gods.

He may have glory, but it will be fleeting.

Without the foundation of the ancestral god’s destiny, the power cannot be consolidated. If it matches Xu Xiaoshou’s ancestral god’s destiny, it would be equivalent to going down the old path.

Then, if the Eight Lords are not even the “two” in “two in one”, how can they defeat myself who has swallowed the Ghost Ancestor?

After he passed the calamity, he calculated the time and estimated that he had digested most of the Ghost Ancestor!
As for skipping the fate of the ancestor god, directly combining two into one, and returning to zero… Hua Changdeng, who did not seal the ancestor god, felt that the ten thrones’ intentions seemed to have a few glimmers of hope.

After becoming the Ancestral God, He knew why the Demon Ancestor, the Suyin Ancestor, and the Medicine Ancestor all had so many plans, and they all followed the plan.

Because, it’s impossible!

Closing his eyes again, Hua Changdeng concentrated on the process of integration, but he seemed to be constrained by the impact of Ghost Ancestor’s memories and experience, and seemed a little distracted.

Everything is under control. The absolute sense of security brought by Wangchuan’s protection makes Hua Changdeng open his eyes again.

He stared at the Eight Lords, smiled slightly, and gave a rare reminder to this old rival who helped him achieve enlightenment:
“The heavenly realm is gone, and there is no way to ascend.”

“If you don’t have a destiny to rely on to establish a foundation, you will not make progress but will regress.”

“Ba Zun’an, follow the path that this ancestor has given you, and you can still achieve something, and then continue to fight with me.”

“But if you continue to rush forward and only focus on the present, I hope that when you take the last step, you will not regret it!”

After saying these words, Hua Changdeng didn’t look any further and continued to concentrate on swallowing the Ghost Ancestor.

But He missed just one thing.

The eight deities were able to sit cross-legged to “survive the tribulation”, and they did not care at all whether they would be deified or named ancestors, but seemed to have other intentions.

The moment Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again, the eight Zun An opened their eyes at the same time, with sword thoughts and lightning flashing in their eyes.

He has transformed into a thunder man, releasing a whole body of calamity.

A normal person who is undergoing tribulation, even Hua Changdeng, needs a quiet and undisturbed environment, which he has obtained.

After the eight masters stood up, they took a step forward and stepped into the Forgotten River that crossed the sky and the earth in front of them.

“Sizzle——”

The thunder and lightning of the great catastrophe of the Ancestral God’s destruction instantly dyed the entire Wangchuan River gray and shattered the laws of heaven and earth.

Hua Changdeng’s eyelids twitched and he had to open his eyes again.

When he looked back, the eight statues disappeared, vanishing into the waters of the Forgotten River. At the same time, all over the Holy Continent, a faint singing voice resounded:
“The Tao also came in a dream…”

Wow!
This sentence, like a sleeping cloud, directly invaded the hearts of the Five Realms cultivators and drew their minds into a dream.

Bang, bang, bang…

Figures from all over the place fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Gou Wu Yue’s body shook violently. He instinctively resisted. His soul and consciousness seemed to leave his body and he saw his body fall to the ground.

Dream?
Just this one sentence made Gou Wuyue’s heart stir and his spirit tremble.

Not scared, but excited!

He actually saw in the word “dream” a Taoist aura that was even more vigorous than the one he saw when Sword Master left the Xuanmiao Sect.

He immediately gave up active resistance and was also in a dream that encompassed the entire Holy Continent. He wanted to witness the mystery!
These were just the aftermath of the sword.

Hua Changdeng, who was the first to be hit by the “Dream Sword”, was already in an unstable state of spiritual “harmony with the Dao”. In an instant, he was forcibly pulled into the gray dream space.

He opened his eyes, and what he saw was the vast universe, the ominous feeling of having lost the protection of the Forgotten River, and a solid green light shooting from the distant sky.

“Qing Juxin please…”

A sword comes from the east!
All the cultivators from the five domains who woke up from their dreams saw this scene. A sword comes from the east, a sword fairy, this time it is Qingju?

But dreams are illusory, hazy and extremely vague.

They couldn’t even see clearly whether the “Qing Ju” was really Qing Ju, or what the true shape of the sword was.

Even the white-clothed figure holding Qingju was extremely vague. He looked like Ba Zun’an, but more like someone who surpassed Ba Zun’an… Who?

Who can surpass the Eight Lords in swordsmanship?

“Illusion Sword Technique…”

When Hua Changdeng saw a sword coming from the east, he immediately understood Ba Zun’an’s plan and his heart skipped a beat.

Combined with his previous swallowing of the sea of swords, the famous sword, and the three calamities, he suppressed everything and waited until now to release all the performances.

“This guy wants to use the magic sword technique to enter the Dao and open the mysterious door with his sword?”

The famous sword opened the mysterious door, but “Xuan Miao” was stopped by the Sword Ancestor. The cultivators from the five domains saw a human figure.

But the real “mystery” should be the ultimate application of ancient swordsmanship, which is the third realm that is powerful enough to reach the level of being a god.

Eight lords…

He wanted to use the magic sword technique to interrupt his state of harmony. Would rather die in glory than live in disgrace?
“Stubborn!”

Hua Changdeng let out a long roar, and three swords of the Sword Ghost appeared around him. The Spirit Ghost broke through the air and was about to interrupt the Dream Sword.

Boom!
A sword.

The white-clothed figure holding Qingju was pierced directly.

But it did not disappear, but turned into countless melodious white light spots, spreading all over the sky and surrounding the Huachang Lantern.

Each white light spot fissioned into an Eight-Statue.

The tens of thousands and tens of millions of Eight Zun An are not the Eight Zun An from the time when Sheng Nu was the first to take the throne, but the Eight Zun An from thirty years ago.

The “I”
of “Sword I”!
The long and lingering sound fell into my ears again, like the murmurs of a drunken person in a deep sleep.

Thousands of Eight-Statues drew their swords, thousands of Qingju were raised, and thousands of mysterious white light gates opened, sealing off Hua Changdeng’s heart and soul, which was trembling violently.

“The Tao came to me in my dream, and Qingju invited me from my heart…”

“When I wake up, the flowers are still blooming, and when I stop swordplay, the shadow of the lonely building appears…”

Amid the faint sound of the sword, what exploded in the minds of the cultivators from the five regions was the decisive final move of the Dream Sword:

“Illusion Sword Art, Three Realms, Great Dream of Thousand Years!”

At that moment, Gou Wu Yue’s hair stood on end, and he felt as if his soul had become clear and he had been enlightened.

Dream?
Enter the Tao through dreams?

The first time I entered space-time from the time-space jump…

The spatial path to the second world…

Finally, he entered time through a “dream” that even the Sword Ancestor had never had, proved the eternal truth, and opened the mysterious sword?

“Can you still wield the sword like this?”

“Dreaming into time, the sword bears witness to the ages, interpreting the phantom sword, how can one word ‘wonderful’ describe it?”

None of the cultivators in the Five Realms have as unique insights as Gou Wu Yue.

But the resounding words “the third realm” confirmed my guess when I first saw this dream sword.

The eight masters followed the example of the sword god Gu Louying and combined their sword skills with emotion. Their swords reached the third realm, revealed the mystery, and were named the ancestor gods.

And his path is to reach the pinnacle of illusion swordsmanship?

“impossible……”

When millions of light gates flooded his vision and then shattered in an instant, transforming into the magnificent splendor unique to dreams, Hua Changdeng was stunned.

He is the ancestral god.

He also asked to use the Ghost Sword Technique to open up the third realm and prove the path to the Mysterious Gate. This is the dream of all ancient sword practitioners.

But it failed.

In other words, because of the influence of the Ghost Ancestor and the success of the Shenting Yincao, Hua Changdeng had no choice but to take the initiative to turn to another direction.

Two roads diverged in a woods.

Hua Changdeng chose the broad road, and naturally he also fantasized about the romance that might be found on the tree-lined path in countless midnight dreams.

It is certain that the road that no one has ever walked on will be more exciting than the established road.

Now, the eight figures walked out from the tree-lined path that he had never been able to see through.

Envy, jealousy, and a little bit of hatred…

Each of the ten seats is like this!

How could they, who had no power, no influence, no resources, still be able to advance triumphantly on all kinds of wrong paths?
And I, with the resources of the Saint Emperor, had been escorted all the way, and even reached the level of the Ancestral God, and I thought I could leave those evildoers thousands of miles away.

When I looked back, Kuilehan almost caught up with me, but I cut off his path.

Ba Zun An was still able to stick to his head like a maggot on the tarsal bone. With this sword alone, he was qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with him!
“Calm down…”

The impact of Hedao is too great.

Hua Changdeng could hardly control himself. This was an emotion that should not have appeared in him.

The mind of the Ancestral God should be broader than that of the Five Realms.

But in the next second, when he saw clearly that this great dream had come true and proved what had happened, Hua Changdeng almost couldn’t control himself again.

The mysterious light gate dissipated.

All the cultivators in the five realms could see that thousands and millions of the Eight Lords had lost their true forms and transformed into thousands and millions of different ancient sword cultivators.

From low to high…

From now to ancient times…

The divine sword Xuan Cang flew across the sky and fell into the hands of one of the “Eight Zun An” figures, who then materialized.

The solitary building, the silver moon, and the back figure are also materialized.

One man, one sword, he glanced at them, his voice cold and arrogant:

“My name is Mu, the lonely Mu!”

The five realms shook simultaneously.

Sword God, Lonely Shadow?

The Eight Masters of Sword Dreams invited this person back?
It was very different from what he had seen before. The Sword Ancestor at this moment was aloof and arrogant, clearly unaffected by external forces, and fully demonstrated the demeanor of the number one person in the Sword God era.

Immediately afterwards, there was a long buzzing sound of swords, and the sword of Jiange – Chasing the Moon – also fell into the hands of an “Eight Zun’an” figure, and its image then materialized.

He was an old man with white hair and an immortal look. He was standing on a green wine gourd as tall as a person and riding on the clouds.

As soon as the sword was in his hand, the man seemed to be endowed with spirituality. His eyes turned and he became spiritual. He immediately laughed out loud, and his heroic spirit soared to the sky:
“The wind is blowing thousands of miles above the blue sky, inviting me to pick the stars and the moon frost!”

He turned around and looked at the number one kendo master, his eyes filled with more melancholy and more passion.

Regardless of the current situation, he raised the Moon Chaser in his hand and said, “Brother Gu Mu, I haven’t seen you for a long time. My hands are itching to fight. How about a competition?”

Hua Changdeng’s eyes were fixed, and his expression was complicated as he listened.

The cultivators from the five regions were dumbfounded and their blood was boiling.

this……

Could it be that he is a mysterious dragon that has been elusive until today, with not even a portrait of him left behind…

“Excalibur, Feng Wuhen?”

Feng Tingchen was also in a dream, and he was so excited that he could hardly bear it, just like the other children of the Feng family in other places, he was silently shocked:

“Ancestor! Ancestor!”

The Sword God Gu Louying and the Divine Sword Feng Wuhen are all here!

But there are more than just these two. As the famous sword swept through the sky, one after another, figures were borrowed from the dream of eternity, and their names and powers were borrowed!
For thousands of years, all kinds of traces imprinted on the famous sword were restored in the dream.

Peach blossoms are flying, and a wooden sword is placed on the waist.

A familiar figure also appeared reluctantly, and landed behind the Sword God, appearing to be very polite:

“I am Hua Weiyang.”

Nine swords flew across the sky, with Zi Tianzui at the head. They created a sky full of purple clouds, which was full of immortal energy.

A long-haired swordsman in a green robe stepped out from the crowd, standing with his arms folded, his face calm, his voice deep and powerful:

“I am Luo Xian.”

The sound of thousands of swords moved, and a figure was outlined. He bowed to the thousands of people in the Five Regions and said humbly:
“I am Bai Riju.”

The Crane Sword flew up…

The Great Sadness Tears flew up without a sword…

The Spirit Sword Qingfeng and the Tomb-named Chengxue flew up, followed by the Death Sword Wuming…

“The way of the morning.”

“Long Wan’er.”

“…Um, Cheng Xue.” It was a figure that looked three points similar to the divine sword Feng Tingchen, desolate and lonely.

The black shadow that followed closely behind was extremely blurry and full of murderous aura, holding the stunning enchantress and Wuming.

In the dream, four evil swords also appeared.

His eyes were extremely complicated, with surprise, shame, resentment, and mania… He stared at the person who called himself “Cheng Xue” and said an unknown name in a hoarse voice:

“Xiao Hei.”