I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2040

Chapter 1915 Dream Chant

Chapter 1915 Meng Yin
“Sword God Gu Louying, Divine Sword Feng Wuhen, Nine Great Sword Saints…”

“Oh my God, everyone is here! Ah——”

“Am I dreaming? The Eight Niu exploded!”

One after another, the figures of free and unrestrained sword practitioners appeared in mid-air, making people’s blood boil.

Some are from the ancient times, some are from the Middle Ages, and some are from the modern times… There are differences in strength, but all of them started out as powerful warriors who had cultivated to the second level of the ancient sword art.

Gu Qinger looked at Luo Xian, the Nine Sword Saint, who was carrying a sword wheel high in the sky. He was so excited that he couldn’t express it in words. He grabbed his third junior brother’s shoulders and jumped around wildly.

Luo Xian is the only true god in the eyes of every sword practitioner who practices the Nine Sword Techniques, besides the Sword God Gu Louying.

His position in the history of the Nine Swordsmanship is equivalent to Hua Weiyang in the Fantasy Swordsmanship.

There are almost no legends about Luo Xian circulating in the Five Regions, not even any portraits of him, so he is relatively unheard of.

However, as long as you have visited the Sword Burial Tomb, the Cangyue Fairy City, or the Feng Family in the South Territory to discuss swords…

Anyone who is truly interested will definitely know Luo Xian.

And it was such a “niche” Nine Sword Saint that the Eight Lords also invited out. Through the Great Dream of Thousand Years and the imprint on the famous sword, they traced back this person.

There are many people who behave similarly to Gu Qinger.

Gu Qingsan completely forgot the pain of his eldest senior brother being kidnapped, and also forgot the pain of his second senior brother almost tearing his shoulders apart.

His scorching gaze was fixed on two men and one woman who possessed extraordinary aura among the nine sword masters… yes, he was looking at three of them.

The swordless Chaozhidao is out, and I like it.

My favorite heart swordsman Feng Chengxue is also alive, his story is so touching.

Long Wan’er, who is skilled in swordsmanship, is just a name in the Sword Burial Tomb. But when she appears vividly in the air, with her graceful and elegant figure… Gu Qingsan also falls in love with her. It is not too late to fall in love with her belatedly.

“Ahhh, they’re all celebrities, celebrities!”

His mouth was open, uttering meaningless syllables, and he was overwhelmed with excitement.

Not only the nine great sword masters, but also the famous swords of each era, the swords of the artifacts on the relic monument, as well as the sword tombs and other swords lost in various places, were manifested by the eight figures who were familiar with the great dream of Qianqiu.

“The Straw Raincoat Man, after the Sword God era, there was another famous sword cultivator, a master of the Dao. He was the one who came up with the idea of ‘to stop’, and he was the first sword holder to draw the divine staff!” Someone focused his attention on a wanderer in a straw raincoat in mid-air.

“That’s… the lost founder of Taiyi Taoist Temple, Master Taiyi? Yes, that’s him! I’ve seen the collection of famous sword wielders from the Sword Burial Tomb, and he looks 70% similar to the stick drawing – Daojian, the first wielder of Taiyi Shengshui Sword!” An ancient sword cultivator recognized the out-of-place figure in a black and purple Taoist robe.

“Look, the one with green dragon horns on his head… the pressure from the Holy Emperor! He must be Lingzang from the Dragon Ancestor era, and the sword he’s holding is the Dragon Sword Qinglinji!” Even the first person to hold the Qinglinji sword was recognized.

Everyone has different preferences and pursuits.

Some people pursue those who are higher on the famous sword list.

Naturally, there are also people who pursue niche, especially among the group of ancient sword practitioners who like to “find a different way”.

The names of people from the ancient Sword God era were called out one by one.

Those who were famous in the Middle Ages and left a significant mark in history were also recognized.

Among the ancient sword practitioners of today’s era, there is naturally no shortage of people with high attainments in the way of the ancient sword. In fact, compared with the previous two, their reputations and deeds are more legendary, after all, they are closer to the times.

“Old Gu! It’s Guyu!”

A loud shout drew everyone’s attention, and then everyone looked in disbelief.

But in the void, an old man with gray hair appeared, with a gentle face. He stood silently in the air, looking around at the sword practitioners with a dazed look.

The Mei Ziyu in his hand was only a second-grade spiritual sword. Among all the famous swords and artifacts, it seemed so ordinary, just like him.

But he is too eye-catching!

Even among the nine great sword saint disciples under the Sword God, only half of them had mysterious glow around them after they appeared.

Mr. Gu, there are some too!

This means that he once opened the mysterious door with his sword.

Even if the outcome is failure, this boldness and courage is enough to rank among the top in the history of ancient swordsmanship.

“Wow…” Many ascetics who had benefited from the Grain Rain wept as they watched.

“Master Gu, the flourishing sword world you expect, the mysterious scenery behind the gate you dream of…”

“Eight Zun An, presented to you!”

Gu Lao and Mei Ziyu arrived and also attended this kendo feast.

The ancient sword cultivators from the Five Realms were in tears. The purpose of the sword tomb’s existence was to remember history, and that was this moment.

And there are many people in the void who have the same obsessed expression as Gu Lao.

The “Mei Ziyu”s have reproduced the persistence and tenacity that these ancient swordsmen who once pursued the Dao left behind on the continent.

However, some people and some swords, even if the people and swords were destroyed in the end, were restored in this eternal dream.

“It’s not just Mr. Gu, look quickly, brothers, who is that?”

“That sword! The female sword! Isn’t this the ‘Star and Moon Singer’? I’ve seen it on the Void Island…”

A slightly unfamiliar sword name.

A year ago, no one was interested.

But today, one year later, the first-class spirit sword singer of Star and Moon sang his last song after he died in battle at the Yunlun Mountains in order to protect the sword bearer, and the song has been praised by the world.

Now, the blade of the Star-Moon Singer was blurred, and only a tiny bit of spirituality remained, but it was also summoned out…

“It’s the Sword Burial Tomb!”

“The Sword Burial Tomb has the ability to collect the spirits of broken swords, and to nurture them to reshape the sword bodies. The Star-Moon Singer was collected, but has not yet been nurtured…”

“But the sword bearer of the Star-Moon Singer has returned!”

That graceful and charming figure, just by revealing her beautiful back as white as jade, someone recognized who she was.

“Spare Yaoyao!”

“Fairy Rao, are you back too?”

“Wow, my youth, my fairy Rao, damn Xu Xiaoshou…”

The former Red-robed Daoist master, the proud daughter of the Wurao Emperor Realm, the only female swordsman among the Seven Swordsmen, the number one swordswoman on the twenty-fourth list of the most beautiful women…

Rao Yaoyao and the Star-Moon Singer, with just a glance back, their charm astonished half of the Holy Continent.

All those who have left their marks in the history of ancient swordsmanship and will become legends in the future of ancient swordsmanship have been invited out.

He or she has existed from ancient times to the present day, and although his or her body or soul may have passed away, the “legacy” he or she left behind is indestructible.

The Five Realms have gone through countless epochs and countless dynasties.

The inheritance left by the Dragon Ancestor, Medicine Ancestor, War Ancestor, Magic Ancestor, etc. has long since disappeared.

Only the ancient sword art of the Sword Ancestor has remained intact in every era, and in every era there are always a few people who go against the current. Why?

Because the “inheritance” left by the Sword Ancestor has never been the step-by-step “ancient sword way”, but the “style” that is unique to the ancient sword practitioners.

Romance, rebellion, and freedom are immortal, the ancient swordsmanship is immortal, and the ancient swordsmanship is eternal!
“This sword…”

The ancient sword cultivators from the five domains were in a frenzy, except Hua Changdeng, who was excluded.

It was not because of the unstable state of He Dao, but Hua Changdeng was also dazed by this scene, causing his thoughts to fluctuate and his Dao heart to surge.

Once upon a time, he was also an ancient swordsman!

It is said that the ultimate meaning of illusion swordsmanship is “great illusion is nothing but emptiness, great imagination is as usual”, which is the sword art of the illusion sword saint Hua Weiyang.

However, the Eight Zun An can still push forward half a step beyond this extreme, entering the future through dreams and witnessing eternal excellence.

The sword of Da Meng Qian Qiu not only created a dream, but also understood the fantasy sword art, which was real in the illusion and illusion in the reality, without losing the essence of romance. In the most roundabout but direct way, he invited the strongest postures of the ancient swordsmen who left their marks on the continent!
Perhaps, each of them, even if the sword ancestor in the dream drew out the sword, might not be able to hurt himself, who was also an ancestor god.

However, if sand grains are gathered together, a tower can be built; if furrows are gathered together, a coat can be made. If one sword is not enough, what about tens of millions of swords? If one name is not enough, what about tens of millions of names?

In a trance, the fairy in white appeared again in the dream.

The Eight Lords no longer stood on the sea of swords, but stood among the tens of thousands of sword practitioners, holding the Qingju in their hearts, smiling, and their voices spread across the five regions:

“Gentlemen, listen to the sword chant!”

…

At this moment, all was silent on the Holy Continent.

The Sword Master turned around and looked at Hua Changdeng. The Xuan Cang in his hand shook, and a pillar of heaven descended into the world, with divine might pressing down on him.

“Buzz!”

Xuan Cang, Heaven’s solution!
The divine sword Feng Wuhen stopped talking and looked at Hua Changdeng. He shook the moon-chasing sword in his hand, and the long wind soared thousands of miles, and the white-clothed man chased the moon and picked the stars.

“Buzz!”

Chasing the Moon, Heaven’s Solution!
Phantom Sword Saint Hua Weiyang, Nine Sword Saint Luo Xian, Long Wan’er, Feng Chengxue, Xiao Hei…

The Straw-Robed Man, Master Taiyi, Lingzang…

Guyu, Rao Yaoyao…

Every ancient sword cultivator tilted their heads to stare at Hua Changdeng, and then threw all of their body, spirit and will into the sword in their hands that had been with them for a long time.

“Buzz buzz buzz!”

“Kang, kang, kang!
The sword chants from the five realms continued without stopping.

One wave is higher than the other, and the sky is full of ups and downs.

The spectators below covered their mouths and noses, staring in horror.

Director Zhong was terrified and his scalp was tingling.

There are ten thousand swords to be solved, from famous swords and divine weapons to third and sixth grade swords. Even if their strength is only a tiny bit, the ancient sword cultivators who were invited out would not be stingy and would contribute their all.

Huan Jiuwan, Mo Wuxin, Gui Zangqing…

There are variations of sword techniques and sword moves, and various images of heavenly interpretation.

One technique after another, one after another, all kinds of ancient sword cultivation, all kinds of ancient sword techniques, known and unknown, all were cut into Hua Changdeng’s body and spirit.

Hua Zu?

Under the torrent of sword arts that lasted for thousands of years, and in the sound of sword chants that echoed through the ages, Hua Changdeng was instantly broken into countless pieces, and torn into each other’s own images of heavenly interpretation.

On the left, he had to deal with Tai Yisheng’s Water Sword Bagua Dao Palace Diagram;
on the right, he was dragged into the past of the mortal world by the Star and Moon Singer;
on the top, he felt lonely in the snowstorm;
on the bottom, he could not resist the killing frenzy;

After being forcibly split, His power in the four directions has shown signs of falling below the level of the Ancestral God.

But there are not just four heavenly solutions, but thousands and millions.

From a single individual, Hua Changdeng was torn into millions of pieces, and had to use the smallest unit of strength to deal with the strongest Tianjie posture of each ancient sword cultivator.

“What a great dream!”

Gou Wu Yue’s palms felt cold as he watched this, this was truly “mysterious”.

The Eight Masters, who were adept at using dreams to enter the Dao, told the ancient sword cultivators of the Five Realms what the true “illusion” was.

This is the clearest presentation of the Tao from the virtual to the real, rather than the sword opening the mysterious door and then a sword ancestor walking out, chatting for a few words and then closing the door and going back.

“If this sword was aimed at me…”

Gou Wu Yue simply put himself in the shoes of the person being attacked, and his soul began to tremble.

Too high.

The artistic conception of this sword is truly outstanding.

Even if he is conferred the title of ancestor god, and acts without desire under the rules, can he withstand the tearing apart of the self by the Great Dream? What happens next?

Can the surviving self find himself again after enduring the “differentiation”?

The same is true for Huachangdeng.

What’s more, Hua Zu, who was in an unstable state of harmony, was most afraid of this kind of attack that separated his self!
“Eight Zun An, not only hit Hua Changdeng, but also hit his pain point of ‘distinguishing me’…”

It was visible to the n*ked eye that under the various images of heavenly enlightenment, Hua Changdeng’s face quickly turned from rosy to pale.

He was clearly standing still, but everyone could imagine what the person receiving the sword would experience under this ancient and modern sword chant.

It was pain!
It was unimaginable pain!

“boom–“

The Altar of Hundred Ghosts exploded into spots of light, but instead of shattering, they transformed into tens of millions of streams of light and were placed in the dream world of tens of millions of Hua Chang Dengs, protecting His body, soul, and mind.

Immediately afterwards, the three swords of the Sword Ghost shook at the same time, splitting and disintegrating, and also in a protective manner, escaped into the dreamland to parry the Ten Thousand Swords Heavenly Solution.

“A mortal’s appearance, a sword overpowers the ancestral god.”

With just this scene, the four words “Eighth Sword Immortal” have been placed high on the altar among the cultivators in the five regions, and it will be difficult to take them down.

The oppressive feeling of fighting across levels is far more shocking than the crushing of the same level after being crowned as an ancestor god.

It was like a moment, and yet it seemed like eternity.

Suddenly, at a certain moment, Hua Zu’s body stiffened and he staggered back half a step.

A huge black-robed phantom of the god of death was actually shaken out from his body, and demonic energy suddenly exploded around him.

“The combination failed?”

Gou Wu Yue’s pupils dilated.

This is too shocking. Hua Changdeng is going to die under the Great Dream and the backlash of Hedao?

The five regions were all shocked, but they underestimated the power of the Ancestral God.

The evil spirit only lasted for a moment, and the shadow of the god of death returned to his body. Hua Changdeng suddenly opened his eyes in a great dream, and his spirit returned:

“Spirit ghost, summon!”

He shouted loudly, and while carrying the Ten Thousand Swords Tianjie Tear, he summoned back the spirit ghost among the three sword ghosts.

Then a sword light flashed in his eyes, and after gathering the power of the ghost spirit, he cut off time with a sword and rushed past.

“cut!”

This earth-shaking word woke everyone up from their dreams.

The long dream has been interrupted?

The cultivators from the five realms looked up and saw that in the real world, the Wangchuan River was still guarding Hua Changdeng, blocking the Eight Zun’an from breaking through.

And in the previous timeline…

Just as Ba Zun An was about to step into the Forgotten River and unleash his sword, a ghost suddenly emerged from the long river of time.

“cut!”

A command in the dream, a word from Lingyu, and they responded to each other.

The ghost spirit of the three swords of the sword ghost actually came from the future of the great dream and slashed towards the eight masters in the past before he wielded the sword.

Realizing this, everyone was horrified.

“This is the Ancestral God!”

“There is no need to defend, but to nip the bud of danger in the bud?”

Ghost, that’s too fast.

When everyone realized how difficult this sword was.

Ba Zun’an just reacted. When he used his sword to enter time through dreams, Hua Changdeng responded with a sword that cut off time.

——Unexpected!
“Swoosh!”

A flash of spiritual light passed through his forehead.

Half of the eight statues’ faces were instantly dyed black, a symbol of having a piece of their souls cut away.

The power is not as good as the ancestral god, the great dream is in chaos, and the various powers hidden in the body are out of control…

Hua Changdeng was not in good condition, and Ba Zun’an was also struggling.

This sword slash took away most of his soul power, his whole body was cracked, and blood spurted out of his mouth.

“puff!”

The flying snow reflects the red.

Under the city of Fusang, Yue Gongnu’s face turned pale, as if she was the one stabbed by the sword. She wished she could rush forward and sacrifice herself.

She was not impulsive, and in a battle like this, she couldn’t play any role at all.

If he went up, Xiao Ba would be distracted by her and might die in an instant.

Chuck!

The black chicken also stood up straight, its eyes staring blankly.

Ba Zun’an’s dream sword astounded Xu Xiaoshou. It turned out that this guy had hidden too much. He did not write about this sword that should be described in great detail in the “Sword Viewing Classic”. It was obvious that he was holding back.

Hua Changdeng’s response was equally imaginative and wonderful, so amazing that it made people applaud.

“Sure enough, for these serious ancient sword cultivators, there is no defense.”

“The strongest offense is the best defense…”

From the perspective of Wu Ji, the super-Tao of time, the battle time at this moment has become two parallel lines, or two pictures.

On the one hand, the eight masters were still maintaining the Great Dream, constantly breaking up the Hua Chang Lantern, trying to break through the state of He Dao.

On the other side, Hua Changdeng’s ghost spirit arrived later than others and cut down the enemy in front, trying to stop the Eight Zun’an from performing the Great Dream of Thousand Years in advance.

This is contradictory!
Once one of them can no longer hold on, the quantum entanglement state ends, and the two time lines merge into one. There can only be one ending:
the eight dead, or Hua Changdeng falls.

“Cow wow, cow wow.”

Wuji Xu Xiaoshou, since he started practicing Taoism, he has never seen such a high-level confrontation. It was really new and exciting.

He didn’t even dare to ask Ba Zun’an if he needed help. If he was distracted, he would definitely lose.

In the battle, the eight masters before the Great Dream were in an unstable state. The most direct manifestation was that Hua Changdeng’s state improved slightly during the Great Dream.

Kill him while he is ill.

As the situation evolved to this point, no one dared to hold back, and Hua Zu was no exception.

“Do you really think that you are the only one who can invite foreign aid?”

Although his own condition was unstable as he was still in the process of merging with the Dao, Hua Changdeng was not without powerful right-hand men and women.

And compared to the illusions in dreams, He can directly summon the most real existence.

He regained some of his mind, and the will of Fengdu descended. In his dream, Hua Changdeng issued an order:
“Soul Controlling Magic, Kunpeng Sacrifice!”

As soon as the words were spoken, the sword of Da Meng Qian Qiu was drawn.

Stuck in front of Ba Zun’an, in the curtain of the Wangchuan River that blocked the sky and the earth, it once again uttered a melodious and transparent long chant, preventing him from stepping into the river:
“Woo——”

Under the city of Fusang, Yu Zhiwen was holding a black chicken. He was in normal condition, but suddenly his whole body temperature dropped sharply and became extremely cold.

The pressure from the Holy Emperor!

Holy Emperor Kun Yin!

“Grandpa Fish…?”