I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2041

Chapter 1916 Sword Bone

Chapter 1916: Sword Bone
In the surging water of the Forgotten River, a deep blue to nearly black flesh-walled “mountain” emerged, so high that the top was invisible, blocking out the sky and the sun.

The walls of that “big mountain” were covered with spots, each of which was as large as half of the Zhongyuan Realm. The wrinkles between the skin and flesh were as deep as an uncrossable ravine under the sea.

The “mountain” is covered with huge shells, algae and corals, all of which are creatures from the deep sea. Compared with the behemoth itself, they are so insignificant.

But for a human body, it is too big!
It is so big that the eight gods are just a drop in the ocean in front of it. Even the power of the Holy Emperor, the power of the Void Ancestor, and even the power of the Ancestral God…

With such a huge size, one can’t help but wonder if it can really do any harm.
The “mountain” doesn’t look like it came out of the water of the Forgotten River.

If the water of the Forgotten River that spans the sky and the earth is used as a curtain, the “mountains” seem to have come out of another dimension.

And as Kun’s roar became melodious, it rushed out at a high speed, and its full appearance was not yet visible. After a long time, only “half” of its head could be seen.

“This is… Kunpeng?!”

Almost all the cultivators from the five regions fell into gigantic fear.

The key is that giant creature. Many people had caught a glimpse of it half a year ago. It is seven parts similar to Kunpeng, who was crowned as the Holy Emperor in the South Sea and climbed the ladder to heaven.

“The Holy Emperor’s pressure, the form of Kunpeng…”

“This, he can’t be the Kunpeng Divine Envoy, Yu Lao, Yu Kunpeng!”

The huge phantom that rushed into the ladder and went straight up to the Holy Emperor Secret Realm half a year ago left an indelible impression on too many people.

After that, there was no news.

And now it reappeared in the form of the Holy Emperor’s ghost puppet under Hua Zu’s soul-controlling sword.

Doesn’t this mean that after climbing the ladder to heaven, the divine envoy Kunpeng was beheaded by Hua Changdeng’s sword, and even his soul was detained and enslaved?

Half a year ago, Hua Changdeng was only a Saint Emperor…

Saint Emperor fights Saint Emperor, and Old Yu’s end is so miserable
?

As the people of the Five Realms were in shock, the Kun’s roar that cleansed their hearts suddenly turned into a shriek, which broke through the space above and below, and almost overturned the entire ghost and Buddha world.

“ah!”

Suddenly, people fell to the ground and screamed in agony.

Mountain torrents roared and the earth shook everywhere.

The eight statues standing in front of the huge Kun beast were only afraid at first. How could a mere human body withstand the head-on impact of the Holy Emperor Kunpeng?

He retreated again and again, and had to keep his dream steady. Before he could make any other moves, he was torn apart by the varying sound waves and flew away on the spot.

In mid-space, muscles were torn, eyeballs cracked, and countless cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the Immortal Sword.

“puff!”

Blood was everywhere.

The broken sword thoughts, mixed with various chaotic energies, dissipated from the cracked skin.

The eight masters were in a bad state and fell to the bottom.

The Kun beast hadn’t stopped attacking yet!
When it poked out its entire huge beast head from the curtain of the Wangchuan River, hard feathers quickly crawled out from the “mountain wall”, each one so huge that it looked like a sword that could cut through land and sea.

A strong wind swept up and pushed the clouds straight into the sky.

The curtain of the Forgotten River was broken, and the Great Peng spread its wings.

When the black-gold wings swung up over the Ghost Buddha Realm, the mountains, rocks, trees, and people that were rooted in the earth…

A moment of insignificance was thrown into the air.

The world seemed to be turned upside down, and the only thing left in the visible picture was “disaster”.

People scattered all over the Ghost and Buddha Realm were in a mess in the air, broken limbs and body parts could be seen everywhere, and the snowy river was stained with blood.

The scenes of each master’s apricot were flying around, and they were completely out of control. Even the masters of each apricot could not protect themselves, so how could they continue to preach?

If someone looked from the highest point in the sky in the southern region, they could see the dark shadow of the great roc covering the central region, spreading its wings from the ghost and Buddha realm and soaring into the sky.

When Dapeng went out to sea, the storm it created was no less powerful than Qingfeng Tianjie’s world-destroying tornado, and it even directly affected the entire Central Region.

“Kunpeng…”

Ba Zun’an naturally recognized who this figure was.

Although Kunpeng is now a ghost puppet under the control of the soul, his power is still greater than that of others.

Not only does it perfectly preserve the physical body and combat power of a high-level Saint Emperor in his normal state, but it also reaches the level of a Virtual Ancestor when exerting its strength.

Apparently, it had been refined by Hua Changdeng for a long time, endowed with the majestic and pure power of death, allowing him to be spiritually connected with it and use it as easily as using his own arm.

Hua Changdeng must have made a lot of preparations in advance for this strongest ghost puppet!

It can even be said that when Saint Emperor Kunpeng fought his way to the Wu Rao Secret Realm, the status of Saint Emperor he brought with him, the impact on various families, and the distribution of the spoils after the war, are all secondary.

The puppet created from Kunpeng’s body is the most precious treasure.

The only puppet body that can rival his in normal times in this world is probably the divine shell left behind when Hua Changdeng was deified!

“Ba Zun’an, this ancestor has given you a chance.”

In the Great Dream, Hua Changdeng used offense instead of defense and achieved perfect results.

Kunpeng, who was refined as the Lord of Fengdu, has long replaced the Ghost Ancestor’s previous Fengdu generals and has become the new generation of the most powerful ghost puppet.

Otherwise, He would not have had to, and would not have dared to, send all the generals under the Ghost Ancestor to die one by one using that simple and crude method of removing the mark of the power of death.

Now that Kunpeng has attacked, it is enough to catch the eight beings off guard and cause fatal damage to at least the body and spirit of the eight beings who are proficient in the three realms of body, spirit and mind.

Of course Ba Zun’an can return to defend.

He should still have strength left to survive with the power of Kunpeng, protecting his body and soul.

But once he retreated, his mind would be divided, and his dream would be shattered.

If the sword’s mysterious power was broken, even if Ba Zun An protected himself, would he still have a chance to turn things around?
“No chance!”

“There is a road to heaven but you don’t take it, there is no door to hell but you go there anyway…”

Hua Changdeng released Kunpeng to kill him, and after a sneak attack, it was impossible for him to launch a second sword.

This time, Hua Zu was angry.

He wants the eight Ans to die without a burial place.

“My order: Kill Kunpeng!”

…

The sky was filled with storms and tornadoes, pushing up the clouds.

At Hua Changdeng’s command, Kun spread its wings and Peng retracted its claws.

Kunpeng’s innate bloodline technique was activated, and in the great world, it condensed into a vertical, brilliant, and profound array diagram.

At this moment, heaven and earth lost their luster.

The holy thoughts of the outsider were swept away, and only the terrifying golden ball of energy that was accumulated to the extreme and made people tremble with fear was left under the claws of Dapeng.

The claws of the roc crossed and tore.

The golden ball exploded instantly, shooting out a beam of Kunpeng-killing golden light, which blasted towards the eight statues without any explanation.

“Xiao Ba…”

Not only was Yuegong Nu worried, but anyone with a discerning eye could see the embarrassment of the Eight Lords at the moment.

The black chickens stretched their necks and focused their attention.

It even found it difficult to pay much attention to Yu Zhiwen’s condition. All it could think about were the eight things in its mind and eyes. It was easy to imagine which was more important.

“Should I take action?”

…

“No!!”

In the starry sky outside the time and space rift, the two ancestors, Medicine and Demon, were even more crazy than Saint Slave’s own people.

Hua Changdeng is crazy.

He completely derailed from his plan and was only thinking about himself.

Ba Zunyan is like a pig. It has not been raised to its fattest state. The light that should shine has not yet bloomed. He has not even been deified and become one with the Tao.

Being beheaded at this time is not even called “being deprived of one’s right to be a child”, but should be considered as stillbirth.

To the Second Ancestor, it has no value for use or reference at all.

The Second Demon Medicine Ancestor even wanted to kill Hua Changdeng!
“Is this what you mean by ‘I’ll leave it to you to solve’?” The Demon Ancestor was furious and almost wanted to open the coffin and get out.

The Medicine Ancestor remained silent. The shadow of the Great Sophora japonica protected the Forgotten River of the Holy Continent and kept sowing seeds of life.

The seeds absorb the energy of the Forgotten River, grow madly, become big trees, bloom and bear fruit, and then drop seeds again, continuing the cycle.

The water in the Forgotten River is becoming thinner at a speed visible to the n*ked eye.

Beihuai has also arrived.

He was like a mad dog, transformed into a dragon crossing the river and breaking through the water, heading straight for the Holy Continent.

But, it’s all too slow!
…

“boom!”

The golden light is dazzling.

Kunpeng shot and killed eight of them.

The Dao chain, thunder tribulation, sword power and other forces under the broken body only lasted for less than half a breath.

“Pah.”

The eight bodies were crushed on the spot!

The sword thoughts that were connected to the Immortal Sword Body like a thread also fell apart amidst the whistling golden light under the mighty power of the Ancestral God.

Those that are cut off will be cut off, and those that are destroyed will be destroyed.

Even the smallest unit of dust is gone.

The golden light passed through, tearing the sky apart from the central realm of ghosts and Buddhas, shooting to the South Sea, piercing through the clouds, and finally disappearing at the end of the sky.

The five realms were dead silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the golden light that penetrated the sky, with shock remaining in their eyes.

“Ba Zun An, dead…?”

Yuegongnu took a sudden step forward, but his knees went weak and he almost fell to the ground.

Yu Zhiwen was not in a much better condition either. He looked at Kunpeng’s reincarnation, but saw that the Holy Slave’s throne was torn to pieces with one blow. He felt as if the sky was falling.

“Hehe.”

The black chicken muttered, and its abdomen moved as if it was about to vomit something. Suddenly, its eyes turned to the other side, the world of Great Dream.

It quickly stretched out its wings to stop the two girls, Fish and Moon, who might have acted impulsively.

It seems like it’s not over yet?
…

In the great dream, along with the death of the eight masters, the figures of the various sword cultivators around them quickly faded.

Even people like Gu Louying and Feng Wuhen quickly dimmed their eyes, as if their bodies would wither away if the wind blew.

The dream of a thousand years can be broken!
Hua Changdeng’s eyebrows tightened, and he realized that something was wrong.

“No sense of resistance…”

He and Kunpeng have spiritual connection, so how could he not sense it:
Although Kunpeng had the upper hand, with the Eight Lords’ high combat awareness, how could they be completely defenseless?

The reality is that he didn’t resist at all…

Hua Changdeng’s pupils trembled as he realized something.

Just like when he was hit by Dameng Qianqiu’s sword, he did not think of resisting but instead took the offensive.

Ba Zun An is also an ancient sword cultivator.

How could he not know that using a weak body to resist a strong attack would be like being hit by a violent storm and there would be no chance of a comeback.

In this case, why not fight back with a blow, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?
That is to say…

Just as I was concentrating my thoughts, I saw in the world of eternal dream, the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and golden daisy crescent petals floated and gathered from all directions.

“chrysanthemum?”

That’s not chrysanthemum!

That was spirit, intention, and the familiar aura of sword intent.

When the figures of ancient sword masters from all dynasties gradually faded away, he was like a person going against the flow, gracefully and solidly, and finally condensed into an illusory figure – Ba Zun An!

Hua Changdeng’s face turned grim, and he couldn’t believe it: “You actually voluntarily gave up your body?”

It took thirty years to cultivate the Immortal Sword Body.

When faced with the final choice, give up without hesitation.

Just to recover all of his spirit and mind, and pour them into the Great Dream, to stabilize this sword of the third realm of the Illusion Sword Technique…

What kind of courage and determination is this?
You must know that this is just a dream!
When he wakes up from the dream, even if he, the Eight Lords, wins, the world of the Great Dream will also disintegrate and disappear.

At this time, where should he go?

Then fall on your own?

There is no way out for this choice, and Ba Zunan is committing suicide!

The spirit and mind are all gathered in this world. If someone stakes everything on one throw, it must be for himself – this guy is going all out, even more decisive than himself, he is really crazy!

Hua Changdeng’s mind trembled.

The time is critical, how can we go wrong?

How could he block another sword from the Eight Lords, even if it was a weaker sword from the first or second realm?
After becoming alert, he immediately realized that he was exposed to the world of the Great Dream, with his body wide open and his clothes half n*ked, which was the most dangerous.

“Spirit ghost, come back!”

In the real world, Ba Zun’an has already admitted defeat.

Given his vengeful character, he would never let it go. If the ghost spirit came back too late to help, something terrible might happen.

Not only the ghost spirit, Hua Changdeng even summoned the Holy Emperor Kunpeng for the purpose of defense.

——No way to attack!

The Great Dream is the home ground of Ba Zun’an.

It is capable of attacking, its only shortcoming is the weak body of Ba Zun An in the real world, which he has voluntarily given up.

The eight masters were aware of this move and bet on his next sword, forcing Hua Changdeng to use his shield to block the spear.

Fortunately!

Although the soul and the underworld are shattered, the remaining strength can be gathered together.

The three swords of the Sword Ghost combine to form an impregnable defense.

And the eight masters who have lost their bodies and only have their spirits and minds left, even in this great dream, what kind of magic sword can they use?
Without becoming a ancestor god, everything is in vain!

Unless… No, without “unless”, how could he have the energy left to unleash the mysterious power of his sword again?

As I was thinking about this, I saw Ba Zun An take a step forward and open his lips!

“solitary!……”

Hearing this word, Hua Changdeng’s pupils trembled and his scalp felt slightly numb as if from stress.

One step, one sword, one word, one song…

How does this scene resemble the young Eight Lords during the battle of the Ten Lords? How does this scene resemble the Great Dream that he had created before when his sword was used to create mystical powers?

He failed to become a Phantom Ancestor, and his promotion process was interrupted by his own strong power. Now he wants to attack again?
“Impossible!”

Hua Changdeng didn’t believe it.

The magic sword technique is mastered by the Eight Lords, so it is understandable that the sword technique is mysterious.

Among the nine great sword techniques, the Sword God Gu Louying could only master the mysterious sword technique of love. As the Eight Lords, could he open the second one?

“What a fool’s dream!”

Shut up……

Stop reading…

Die for me!
The disordered spirit in the Hedao state and the boiling thoughts after hearing the sound at this moment really made Hua Changdeng himself aware of his own abnormality and somewhat out of control.

As if he was in a panic, he immediately stretched out his hand and called:
“My order: Fengdu!”

With a loud bang, Fengdu descended from the dream world.

The broken divine palace Fengdu had a blurry scene inside and was still being reshaped. Hua Changdeng wanted Fengdu to protect him, but at the same time he wanted Fengdu to crash into him.

If possible, he wanted to smash the eight spirits and minds and smash his stinky mouth that couldn’t be closed.

“I hesitated…”

The sudden calmness made Hua Changdeng feel a little nervous. He actually missed the best time because of his hesitation and stood still without making a move.

To outsiders, it seemed as if He was frightened by a single word from Ba Zun An.

Subconsciously, he used Fengdu to protect himself, like wrapping himself in layers of flower buds, trying to seal himself with Shenting.

On the opposite side, it was clear that the eight statues were gone, their spirits and minds were damaged, and the Qingju in their hands was just an illusion from a dream.

Even so, he still dared to take a step forward!
One step…

Another step…

Without any defense, with the door wide open, he dared to come towards me with a sword?!
…

“On a frosty moonlit night in a lonely building…”

…

Shut up!
Hua Changdeng’s eyes were red, and two of himself popped up in his mind.

One is himself as an ancient sword cultivator. He tells himself that with the image of a solitary tower, the highest is no more than the Sword Ancestor, the Sword Ancestor is reincarnated, and he himself is newly sealed. The eight masters are proficient in the highest second realm of this sword. They cannot open the mysterious door and cannot break through their own defense, so they can go up.

The other was the black-robed Soul Dao himself. He told himself that the Great Dream had not been broken, and the Eight Zun’an’s swords were at their peak. Since he had chosen to defend, he should not act recklessly, lest his flaws be discovered. It was impossible for him to be killed by the second sword of the Eight Zun’an, but he had to be on guard against being killed by his Great Dream, after all, the “illusion” sword technique!
Like being poured with ice water, Hua Changdeng woke up again.

He then realized that because of hesitation and delay, he chose to “stop” again.

“Sword Ghost!”

Missed it twice.

Just choose to defend it to the end.

Hua Changdeng summoned the three swords of the Sword Ghost, ordered them to surround him, and raised the Altar of a Hundred Ghosts.

He wanted to see how powerful the Eight Lords’ Second Sword could be!
…

“Ten thousand swords boiling chrysanthemums in autumn…”

…

Wow!
The whole world suddenly became silent.

As soon as the two lines of sword words came out, Hua Changdeng realized that something was wrong.

He suddenly stopped when he saw the thousands of ancient sword practitioners from ancient times to the present who should have disappeared.

They are not dead.

After Ba Zun An calmed down, they transformed into golden chrysanthemum petals, which flew across the sky and poured into Ba Zun An’s body.

The power also surged over!

The dream lasts for thousands of years, and there is no other scenery.

The solitary building was built under the silver moon, and was dyed golden by the bleak autumn colors. In the end, only a murderous autumn chrysanthemum was left, blooming under the feet of Ba Zun’an.

On each petal, there are Taoist patterns engraved and standing there is an ancient swordsman.

There is the Sword God Gu Louying, the Divine Sword Feng Wuhen, the Nine Great Sword Saints, the Raincoat Man, the Master Taiyi, the Lingzang…

There are swords and sword holders who have become famous throughout the world in every dynasty. They stand together at the feet of the eight statues, supporting his solitary sword tower.

Golden autumn chrysanthemums soon bloomed under the feet of the ancient sword practitioners, blooming with murderous aura and thousands of petals fluttering in the wind.

Hua Changdeng’s eyes went dark, and he didn’t know whether he was lost in some memory of the Ghost Ancestor or was shocked by the image in front of him.

He was once an ancient swordsman.

How could he not see it?

With ten thousand swords entering the Dao, and with murderous intent as the layout, the image is not only the Sword God, but also based on the Great Dream of Thousands of Years, with the combined efforts of thousands of sword cultivators from ancient times to the present, a sword is commanded…

This isn’t the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, what is this?
And this sword, which can only be created on the basis of the Three Realms and the Great Dream, this sword…

Will it be an absolute monarchy?

Could it be the wrath of the Great Red God?
For these two, they did not enter the Dao with Qiu Ju’s killing intent, and they did not need to borrow the “name” of thousands of ancient sword cultivators from ancient times to the present!
…

“On a frosty moonlit night in a solitary building, thousands of swords are boiling in the autumn chrysanthemums.”

“Half a foot of green resides in the bones, and the pride continues for a thousand years.”

…

One poem, one sword; one sword, one song.

The eight masters pressed forward step by step, stepping on the image of the Sword God’s lonely tower, and started a killing game that had been known to thousands of ancient sword cultivators throughout the ages.

What he was promoting was not his own arrogance, but the unyielding pride of the ancient sword cultivators over countless epochs.

Just like the broken sword Qingju in my dream, even though it is broken and empty, it still moves forward!

The sword is like this.

I am like this.

There are thousands of us ancient sword cultivators, and it has always been like this.

“Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, Third Realm, World-shattering Sword Bone!”