I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2042

Chapter 1917 Pillar Killing

“The eighth sword immortal, another third realm, the sword opens the mysterious door of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique!”

In the Great Dream of Thousands of Years, after the Eight Lords gave up their physical bodies, everyone in the Five Realms sank back into the dream world.

Naturally, in this dreamland where there are no distance restrictions, even people in the Southern Region can see with their own eyes this other mysterious door opening.

The ancient sword practitioners from all over the place were in a state of excitement.

If we say that before this, Ba Zun An had entered the Tao through illusions and dreams, and had unlocked the mysteries of sword skills, then his achievements are comparable to those of the Sword Master Gu Louying.

After all, one is a sword technique of love that opens the three realms and seals the ancestor, and the other is a sword technique of illusion. The paths are different, but the levels are the same.

Even if one examines and compares them in detail, the difference between the two is only an insignificant “Ancestral God” realm.

The eight ancestral gods have not been enthroned.

But everyone knows clearly that the fighting power of the Eight Lords has already reached that of the Ancestral God.

Now, the great dream has not yet ended, and this second mysterious door has been opened again.

What does this mean?
Sword Master Gu Louying has only reached the third realm in the art of love swordsmanship!

“Ba Zun’an, the new generation of sword god?”

“His achievements, at this moment, have surpassed the Sword God Gu Louying.”

“I’ve witnessed history again. I said that the Eastern Region Sword God Tian will definitely produce a Sword God!”

“The Eighth Sword Immortal, you are sincere and have not let me down!”

The ancient swordsman, who specialized in the art of phantom swordsmanship, had long been immersed in a long dream and was unwilling to extricate himself.

Now even the ancient sword practitioners headed by the Feng family in the Southern Region, who specialized in the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, were also immersed in it.

But the sword opened up its mysteries, and the clearest third realm appeared, which the Eight Masters gave to everyone in the Five Realms.

See easy.

It’s easy to see clearly.

To use it for one’s own benefit is harder than ascending to heaven!
“To enter the Dao through dreams, to invite the ancient sword masters of all generations, is essentially to supplement the deficiencies of the Sword Ancestor’s fantasy swordsmanship in the Dao of Time, and to advance triumphantly in the field of ‘time’…”

“I can’t learn it. I can’t learn it at all. To learn a sword, I have to comprehend the way of ‘time’. How many mysteries of the spatial attributes of soul refining are there?”

“This Ten Thousand Swords Technique is even more difficult! Judging from the sword poem ‘A lonely tower on a frosty moonlit night, Ten Thousand Swords boiling in the autumn’, the first step is to step on the head of the Sword Ancestor. The second step has to combine the Sword Sea and the Twenty-One Famous Swords. The most critical step…”

“‘Half a foot of green bones, a thousand years of pride’, the prerequisite for practicing this sword, is it necessary to learn the Great Dream of Thousands of Years, to gather the power of ‘name’ of famous sword masters of all generations?”

When the peerless sword bone and sword words came out, coupled with the incisive and vivid interpretation of the sword’s mystery, the most intuitive expression was that the ancient sword practitioners of the Five Realms felt like they had been enlightened.

Those most obscure insights into the Tao blossomed and bore fruit before my eyes, revealing the entire process and answers.

It can be said that anyone who practices ancient sword, as long as they have the same foundation and background as the Eight Lords, can learn this sword and master it after just one glance.

But what makes people despair is that no matter it is the Great Dream or the Sword Bone, the “foundation” required is too high.

Not to mention the new generation of Seven Sword Immortals, they can’t even reach the foundation of this towering building of the Eight Lords.

Even the previous generation, such as Mei Siren, Feng Tingchen, Gou Wuyue, etc., were not as proficient as this person in “time”, “killing”, “momentum” and “name” at the same time!
“The Eight Masters…”

When Gou Wu Yue looked up, he felt that the clouds were so ethereal and out of reach.

There is only one!
The only one in the world!

The ancient sword art only has one stone, and eight masters occupy ten buckets of it. From now on, all the ancient sword practitioners in the world will learn sword skills by appreciating its superficial knowledge.

The Sword Master opened up the ancient sword path as “one”, and the Eight Masters mastered it and even broadened it into “two”. From then on, he was called the second in swordsmanship, and no one dared to claim to be the first, not even Gu Louying.

The most important thing…

This man has opened two mysterious doors with his sword, but he has not yet been deified and called a god!

“How could Heaven and Earth give birth to such a genius?”

Gou Wu Yue couldn’t help but reveal a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

Thirty years ago, he also stepped on the heads of the geniuses of the five regions, won the first seat of the “Ten Venerable Seats”, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the geniuses.

Thirty years later, he felt indignant in front of the Eight Lords who were also on the Ten Thrones. He felt like the ants who had been defeated by his sword in the past, and his heart of Taoism was shaken because of this.

“How unfair is creation!”

…

What outsiders see is perception.

All those inside the situation felt was murderous intent.

The mysterious gate of the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship does not unfold in the shape of a “gate”, but in the shape of a killing chrysanthemum in full bloom.

Each golden petal exudes a sharpness and edge, unlike the round and flawless Da Meng Qian Qiu, but rather like a sword unsheathed with its majestic and unbroken form!
“The world-shattering… sword bone…”

Hua Changdeng murmured silently to himself, as if he had completely forgotten that he was one of the protagonists on the battlefield. His eyes were captivated by the beauty of the autumn chrysanthemums and the magnificence of the thousands of swords.

The great dream of a thousand years has clearly stopped, and there is no more illusion or guidance to guide or confuse people’s minds.

“Crack!”

The cracking sound coming from somewhere sent Hua Changdeng’s mind to the clouds, giving rise to countless reveries.

Hua Changdeng, trapped…

Once upon a time, under the enlightenment of Mr. Mito, I also began to ask about swords and truly fell in love with them.

The Holy Emperor’s family is high above the clouds.

The ants of the Five Realms have spent their entire lives pursuing the Dao and have cultivated to the pinnacle, but they are also trapped on the ladder to heaven, like Ai Cangsheng and Gou Wu Yue, with no way to go up.

Therefore, among Hua Changdeng’s opponents, there has never been someone below the ladder of heaven.

Among the five families, the only sword practitioner who could catch up with him was Rao Yaoyao who was at the Wu Rao Emperor level.

Although she was three days behind me at the beginning, it took her more than thirty years to catch up with me in the end.

The old friend is gone, there is no need to talk about him.

I thought I would never have an opponent in this life, but I never thought that one day on the road of sword training, such a name would come into my sight.

“Eight Lords…”

The five great Saint Emperor families gave the people below the Heavenly Ladder an opportunity.

On a test paper with a full score of 100, the ten thrones each handed in a perfect answer, and got the opportunity to change their fate and go from being an ant to becoming a holy slave.

Hua Changdeng didn’t take it to heart.

One hundred is not the upper limit, it is just the threshold to climb the ladder to heaven.

For example, Daoqiongcang and Beihuai, if one has the leisure time to enjoy them, they will also have ten seats.

They also have ten thrones, and so do the others. Does that mean that the rest of the Holy Slaves can stand on the same level as the Holy Slave Masters?

The full score is 100. Some people try their best to get 100, while some are born with 100 marks. This is the way the world is.

During the bottleneck period, Hua Changdeng accepted the invitation to fight.

There is no doubt that he won, but his victory was not glorious.

When Youtu went to the Holy Mountain of Guizhe to seek justice, he felt so ashamed that he trapped himself behind a screen and candlelight for thirty years and refused to come out again.

After that battle, he realized that people born with a hundred years of birth were not necessarily on the ladder to heaven, and that even in barren lands, one or two monsters could occasionally be born.

The eight masters are well aware of this.

Cao Yihan and Shen Yi are also like this.

After preparing for another battle for thirty years, he beheaded the Holy Emperor Kunpeng and sacrificed his sword. After falling from Lingyu, he was deified and called the ancestor of gods, and changed “he” to “Him”.

Demons, d*rugs, and evil spirits are all lurking around.

Not to mention the disorder caused by one’s own state of harmony with the Tao.

After all, Ba Zun An is not the strongest form, so in a sense, it is “fair”.

However, after using all his skills, he was first able to surpass Sword Ancestor’s Great Dream Qianqiu, and then stepped on Sword Ancestor’s peerless sword bone.

The sword opened mysteriously twice!
Hua Changdeng finally realized that the person trapped in the “one hundred” from the beginning was not the Eight Lords, but himself.

Gou Wu Yue, who practiced sword with him, could not compare with him.

Since I was named the ancestor god, my horizons were limited to the “Sword Ancestor”. I never thought that after exhausting human power, I could only open two mysterious doors.

No matter if it is the person who tries his best to reach “one hundred” or the person who sets “one hundred” in the test paper, the eight numbers measured are just the tip of the iceberg.

The blind men touched the elephant and called it a pillar, a python, a wall, and a snake.

How can one know that the number of days is only 100? It is obvious that it can be 1,000 or even 10,000. There is no end to it!

“But……”

Hua Changdeng’s mood fell to the bottom.

The soul and mind are immersed in the state of harmony with the Tao, and the Ghost Ancestor has various memories of the past.

“Crack!”

In the world of eternal dreams, there was another cracking sound.

This time, all the cultivators from the five regions could see that the three flowers on Hua Zu’s head dimmed and the Dao patterns under his feet cracked.

Before the peerless sword bone was unleashed, his Tao heart was damaged.

“But!”

“So what?”

…

Buzz!
The dream world suddenly shook.

The autumn chrysanthemums are in full bloom under the feet of the eight statues, and the green chrysanthemums in their hands are pushed forward, as if the golden autumn has arrived and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

When he moved, the thousands of ancient sword practitioners on the chrysanthemum petals under his feet also moved.

Sword God Gu Louying thrust out the Xuan Cang in his hand…

The divine sword Feng Wuhen stabbed out the moon in his hand…

Hua Weiyang, Luo Xian, Zhao Zhidao, Long Waner, Feng Chengxue, Xiao Hei…

The Straw-Robed Man, Master Taiyi, Lingzang…

Guyu, Rao Yaoyao…

Every ancient sword cultivator had thousands of swords reflected around him, turning into killing chrysanthemums, obeying Qingju’s orders.

Each piece of killing chrysanthemum gathered together and pieced together to form the eight chrysanthemum petals in the killing formation under the feet of the statue. They fluttered and dissipated as the sword came out, and merged into a flood with the sword chanting.

“The world-shattering sword bone!”

In this episode, the Three Realms Sword, which had become the name and pride of thousands of ancient sword cultivators over countless epochs, was fired by Yu Qingju, broke through the space and Taoism, and pointed directly at the ruined Fengdu.

In the vast void of the dream, a rainbow bridge of brilliant golden light was constructed in an instant.

It winds like a dragon, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating.

It seems like an illusory dream, and the name is dim and vague.

Suddenly, they were in a trance for a moment, and then they saw the Eight Zun’an straighten his chest, raise his chin slightly, and rush into the sky with great momentum, swallowing up everything.

The eight-foot-tall body, with an aura higher than the sky!
Behind him, the Sword Ancestor, Feng Wuhen, the nine great sword masters, and ancient sword cultivators of various generations, all stood in a row.

Continuing the past and forging ahead into the future, the unyielding pride of the ancient sword art continued to rise.

The dragon-like, dreamlike torrent of chrysanthemum-yellow sword light in the void suddenly condensed and turned into a sword and a bone.

An ancient, heavy, rugged golden sword bone, with the most substantial impact, rushed forward with force like breaking the pillar of heaven, and stabbed heavily on Fengdu.

“roar!!”

Hua Changdeng’s eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, and a low howl rolled out from his throat, as crazy as a mad beast.

But even though he put in all his efforts to destroy Fengdu, he only lasted less than half a breath.

Boom!
It fell apart and exploded completely.

The land of ten cities and the scene of purgatory turned into spots of light all over the sky, sprinkling in the dream.

This divine palace could not stop the destruction of the world-shattering sword bone, nor could it stop its momentum from striking directly at Huanglong.

“Boom!”

The Altar of Hundred Ghosts followed closely behind, transforming into a larger form and guarding the front.

The huge sword bone rushed forward and hit the altar, causing it to suddenly collapse, shattering the skull and leaving layers of indentations.

Finally, it exploded with a bang, and pieces of it were thrown in all directions like cannonballs.

“Wow…”

The surging waters of the Forgotten River fell from the sky.

He was able to block the phantom of Medicine Ancestor and the true body of Bei Huai, and he had detained Saint Emperor Kunpeng and stopped the eight masters of the Forgotten River from advancing. However, under the fierce attack of the World-shaking Sword Bone…

Pierced through in an instant!

“Wow!”

With a strange sound, the Bridge to the Other Shore descended from the sky and intercepted Hua Changdeng and the sword bone.

The bluestone bridge with ox-headed and horse-faced monsters hanging on it, rising with dark green ghostly fire and filled with an ominous aura, was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

In an instant, everything collapsed and was completely lost.

“Boom boom boom boom…”

The peerless sword bone pierced through the air, and a series of sonic booms and air rings exploded on the bone, destroying everything in its path.

Wherever the sword points, it is indestructible and can break anything.

All of Hua Changdeng’s background and accumulation could not stop the indomitable fighting spirit of thousands of ancient sword practitioners throughout the dynasties.

“powerful……”

In one word, strong!

Incredibly strong.

It’s so strong that it makes you grit your teeth and it’s unbelievable.

Gou Wu Yue’s eyes widened, finding it hard to imagine that the “Ancestor God” would ever be so vulnerable.

It is clear that Hua Changdeng’s magical objects are huge and powerful!
Feng Tingchenmu’s heart was rekindled. Although he was old, he witnessed the ultimate and supreme of the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship with his own eyes.

We should be like this. Once the sword is struck, we will fight until we die!

The ancient sword cultivators from the Five Realms were horrified as they witnessed the strongest attack delivered by the Eighth Sword Immortal after he cut off his own retreat, severed his body, took his soul, and took his mind.

This sword perfectly illustrates the “unlimited” extraordinary attack power of the ancient swordsman.

He forced Hua Changdeng into a position where he could only defend himself.

He forced Hua Changdeng into a situation where he could only use his own weaknesses to defend against the enemy’s strengths.

Even until the very end, when the world-shaking sword bone rushed to Hua Changdeng, the latter had only three sword ghosts to protect him, but he raised his arms and actively dispersed the sword ghosts.

“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”

The three swords flew through the air, groaning with unwillingness and humiliation, but then they shot away to the sky, the earth, and the void respectively.

Hua Changdeng, have you given up resistance?
Everyone stretched their necks to see Hua Zu’s expression change from ferocious, to unwilling, to helpless, to appreciative, to intoxicated.

He looked at the golden sword bone, feeling ashamed of himself, and sighed softly:
“It is so beautiful…”

…

Boom!
The sword bone broke through Hua Changdeng’s body, causing his face to collapse, his chest to crack, and his leg bones to break.

The world was frozen at the scene where Hua Changdeng’s face was distorted.

The heaven and earth exploded again, and the Taoism was shattered.

The world-shattering sword bone pushed Hua Changdeng’s body from the Central Region’s Ghost Buddha Realm, crashing into the sky, breaking through the broken stream, and crashing into the Northern Region…

Boom!
In the smoke and clouds of the Northern Territory, the black-robed phantom of the God of Death that covered the sky was violently knocked out and killed in the sky.

He should have been digested in Hua Changdeng’s belly…

His essence was split into various thoughts in Hua Changdeng…

He and He had originally merged into one, but under the brutal attack of the world-shattering sword bone, they were forcefully separated and turned into two distinct parts.

“The state of harmony has been interrupted…”

Gou Wu Yue’s eyelids twitched wildly and the palms of his hands and soles of his feet were slightly sweaty.

The power of Da Meng Qianqiu’s confinement, with the tricks of time and dreams, trapped Hua Changdeng so much that he lost half of his combat power, and magnified the restrictions of He Dao to the extreme.

This is difficult to express, and not many people can clearly feel the roundabout power.

But the lethality of the sword bone is simple and brutal.

It is a shock visible to the n*ked eye, presenting the grandeur of the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship and obliterating all roundabout and subtle methods.

It interprets the “attack” of the ancient sword cultivator!
Unparalleled attack!
And this point…

Thirty years ago, the Eight Immortals appeared, but were broken just before they were broken.

Thirty years later, he returned, combining strength and softness, and was invulnerable!
The horror stayed in the North Territory, and everyone looked back at Lingyu.

Standing there out of thin air from beginning to end was just a figure in white, but the hand holding the sword that was hanging down at this moment was completely stained with blood and was shaking constantly.

When the thousands of ancient swords behind him were shattered after their accomplishments, the only thing that lingered for a few more breaths was the half-foot-long broken sword in his hand.

The chrysanthemums are withering and the autumn is bleak.

The dead silence lasted for a long time, and all sounds were silent.

I don’t know who spoke, but the tone was hoarse, as if it was the first time that the ice seal of the Hansu Era where the Sword Ancestor lived was broken:

“The sky is one foot high and eight masters are in charge, who dares to take on half of the Qingju…”