I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2043

Chapter 1918 Crazy

“What a terrifying Eight Lords!”

The five realms are shocking, and I don’t know how to describe what I see.

The dazzling golden sword bone pierced straight out from the Great Dream and reached the northern region of the real world.

It killed Hua Zu and Gui Zu together in the air, almost completely crushing them.

Below it, starting from Lingyu and heading north, the aftermath of the sword light plowed the sea and tore apart the land.

The waves rolled up to both sides, reaching a height of thousands of feet.

After three or ten breaths, the ripples were still pushing outwards layer by layer, with an inextinguishable force, and could not be restrained for a long time.

Divide the rivers and cut off the seas, split the mountains and change the land.

After one sword strike, Hua Zu lost all sound.

The hearts of the cultivators in the five regions were like the ripples in the sea, and could never be calm again.

“Look, the world-shattering sword bone is still going strong!”

Hua Changdeng was nailed to death in the sky far to the north, with huge cracks appearing on his body, as if he was about to break into several pieces.

The power of his physical body quickly decayed, turned black, and emitted a withered smell.

This newly-promoted ancestor god’s body, which had just shed its divine morphosis, was witnessed by the five regions…

It was destroyed!
It was destroyed by a single sword strike!

In a trance, Hua Changdeng raised his eyelids with difficulty, as if he wanted to take another look at the beautiful world below him.

The dazzling golden light was no longer visible, and looking around, the blood-red dusk was stained, and all that could be seen was a desolate scene.

“ah……”

Hua Changdeng murmured weakly and closed his eyes deeply.

The climate in the Northern Territory is so cold that the biting wind makes people’s whole body ache. Even the ancestral gods cannot bear it.

“This is my fate, but I am unwilling to accept it…”

“I’m unwilling…”

…

“Shhhhh!”

The power of the sword bone has not stopped yet and is still rubbing salt into the wound.

The golden murderous intent took shape, fearing that it would not be able to kill Hua Changdeng if it was too slow, so it madly injected it into his crippled body, and then merged into his soul and mind.

“Uh uh… Hoo…”

Hua Changdeng completely lost consciousness.

His skull was broken into eight pieces, and after he fell into a coma, only half a row of his teeth fell out, and the pain made them knock against his gums, making dry sounds.

As the blood was being drawn out, His chest and throat heaved from time to time, and the blood that flowed out of the wounds on His body was finally dark green soul blood.

“Hua Changdeng sealed his ancestors with the way of the Ghost Ancestor. He cultivated the soul and took the spirit as the basis. This is the same as injuring the soul and affecting the body. The Eight Zun Ans started from the ‘body’ and killed through to the ‘spirit’?”

“Is this sword bone so strong?”

“Of course not! The sword has reached the three realms of mystery. It’s not the three realms of artistic conception like the Great Dream and the Unrivaled Sword, but pure attack and output!”

“Everyone, it seems that not only your body and soul have been damaged, but Hua Zu’s will also seems to be beginning to dissipate?”

“Oh my god, I just saw the god being canonized and called the ancestor. Am I going to witness the demise of the ancestor god?”

In fact, at this moment, there were only a few preaching scenes that could clearly convey the miserable condition of Hua Changdeng in the far north.

However, there were many Semi-Saints and Taixu in the Northern Territory. Those who had escaped from the rift in time and space earlier were all frightened half to death by the sudden appearance of the world-shattering sword bone.

I thought the battlefield on the front line was horrific enough, but I never expected that the fighting situation on the mainland was even more brutal.

During the Great Dream, cultivators from all over the Five Realms also tried to use the power of dreams to break through distance limitations and observe Hua Zu’s injuries at “close range”.

There aren’t many people who can do this, but there are quite a few who are outstanding in spirit and intention. It’s a pity that Zhang Xing hasn’t developed that ability yet, so he can’t record Hua Zu’s miserable state through the dream and keep it in the real world to brag about it.

But Hua Changdeng’s “feedback” was suddenly sufficient.

After more than ten breaths of dead silence, He began to spasm violently, and ghostly and demonic energy, as well as a large amount of disordered life energy, escaped from the wounds all over His body.

Not only was there a red mark on the cross between his eyebrows, but his eyes also suddenly opened and were bloodshot red, and his entire state became “crazy”.

“Uh uh uh… Ugh!”

Hua Changdeng’s facial features were twitching at a high frequency, and it was obvious that it was not his own will that was controlling his body.

The power of the peerless sword bone completely spread to the three paths of body, spirit and mind, interrupting the state of harmony, but this was no longer a big deal.

The most serious thing is that his “self” that was scattered in the various reincarnation memories of Ghost Ancestor was separated from Hua and Gui, and was restrained by the world-shaking sword bone…

Can’t come back!

“Ahhh…”

After the heart-wrenching and miserable convulsions, the self collapsed, the power was unbalanced, and the mind of Tao was disordered.

The combination of all the side effects almost tortured the man into a disoriented beast. Hua Changdeng opened his mouth and screamed:
“Kill——”

The surging soul power bursts out.

However, under the control of the unconscious, it lost its clear target of attack and just raged and spread in all directions.

This shrill roar scared everyone in the five regions, but it had no actual killing power.

Even Taixu from the Northern Territory, who was close, could dodge it.

But even as soon as this powerless roar was uttered, those who were in a deep dream were startled to wake up from the dream world, which began to waver and tremble like water.

“The great dream of a thousand years is about to be interrupted?”

Not only the dream world is about to collapse.

Accompanied by the spread of soul power in the sky above the Northern Territory.

The seemingly indestructible sword bones gradually shattered into golden spots of light and diffused in the sky.

“Eight Lords…”

Someone keenly noticed that above Lingyu, Ba Zun’an’s body staggered slightly, and the Dream Qingju that he was holding tightly in his hands disappeared without knowing when.

The murderous autumn chrysanthemum beneath him withered in the wind, and the thousands of ancient sword masters standing on the chrysanthemum petals left without saying goodbye and fled one after another.

With a humming sound, the great dream of eternity completely collapsed, and the sword bone also flowed into the long river of time, bidding farewell to reality and becoming the past.

“The Eighth Sword Immortal has also exhausted his strength!”

Ba Zun’an was about to fall from the sky, but fortunately a figure in a red skirt flew into the air in time and helped him down the mountain.

There are two mysteries in the sword. If it is used in the state of ancestor god, the eight masters will be able to withstand it.

However, the road to becoming a god was cut off by Hua Changdeng early on.

After giving up even the Immortal Sword Body, it was already difficult to use the spirit and mind to perform these two swords, let alone maintain them?
He also wanted to take advantage of Hua Changdeng’s weak state and kill him directly.

I have the will but not the ability.

The storyteller helped his brother to the ground, and soon discovered that the arm he was tightly holding in his palm had become unreal.

“Don’t be ridiculous, brother…”

Sweat dripped down the storyteller’s forehead and he became extremely nervous.

He remembered that after abandoning the Immortal Sword Body, he put all his spirit and mind into the Great Dream of Eternity, which was a desperate gamble.

Now that the eternal dream has collapsed and the dreamland is gone, everything in it should disappear.

The soul and mind that should have disintegrated in the dream naturally could not survive in the real world.

The Eight Masters are not good at this.

He is strong in sword, not in body, spirit, or mind, which means…

The Eight Lords are also going to fall?
…

“No……”

“No, no, no, no…”

Under the city of Fusang, Yuegongnu cried out with tears in her eyes.

She did not rush to Xiao Ba, but turned around and grabbed Yu Zhiwen’s hands, her pretty face turning pale.

But, after saying a thousand words, I suddenly choked.

She grabbed the black chicken tightly again, as if she had grabbed the last straw, and her hands couldn’t stop shaking:

“You have a way!”

“You must have a way!”

“Dao Qiongcang said that you have an Apricot Realm. When the heaven and earth were born, the primordial purple energy must have been born… Not enough, not enough… No…”

The Moon Palace Slave muttered to himself, as if possessed by a demon, then suddenly came to his senses:

“Yes! Yes!”

“The Way of Life, you can do it, the secret of your life…”

She stopped suddenly again.

Even if the way of life transcends the Tao and reshapes the body.

What the Eight Zun An lost was the Immortal Sword Body, and it would be difficult for the sword intent to be reunited again. And most importantly, the Great Dream trapped Hua Changdeng, and also trapped the souls and minds of the Eight Zun An.

The physical body reshaped in the real world cannot connect to the soul and will of the dream world. The two are like the world of the living and the world of the dead, and will never touch each other.

“I figured it out!”

The Moon Palace Slave had not given up yet. She suddenly raised her head, tears dripping down her cheeks, and looked at the Black Chicken with a pleading look on her face: “…The Holy Infant Plant.”

In the Xingjie, in the center of Shennong Medicine Garden, the Diying Holy Plant suddenly trembled.

Wuji said nothing. Yu Zhiwen held Sister Yue’s cold hands and said as softly as possible, “Diying Shengzhu, what’s wrong?”

“The Dao Infant that was conceived by the Holy Infant Plant may be able to balance the dual forces of reality and dreams, allowing the Eight Masters to temporarily deposit their spirits and intentions.”

“As long as we can survive for a short time…”

Yuegong Nu is indeed worthy of being the successor of the former Holy Emperor.

There are many ways to save people. The more dangerous the situation, the calmer he is. In the end, he pushed aside the clouds and saw the blue sky: “As long as there is time, we still have hope to save the eight Zun An!”

In the Xing Realm, the Holy Infant Tree trembled and shook its head.

The Eight Masters once again opened the mystery of the sword, and created a great dream for thousands of years. In the real and dream worlds, they respectively divided a part of the immortal sword body, spirit, and intention and gave them to it.

It can create a Tao infant that balances the dual forces of “reality” and “dream”, serving as a new carrier of the eight spiritual powers.

The problem is, it has this ability.

Ba Zun An, can you still use the third sword?

Normal methods cannot save the Eight Lords, and it is also unrealistic to rescue them from the river of time.

The third realm of the Great Dream of a Thousand Years has already reached the height of the ancestor god, and found the balance of yin and yang in “dreams” and “reality”, which is not below the path of the Ten Ancestors.

Therefore, the lost self, trapped soul and mind in that dream world, even if the ancestor of time returns, what he can fish out is only the illusion in the dream, not the real person.

Naturally, Xu Xiaoshou, who had transcended the Dao of Time, was also powerless to save the situation, unless his “Dream Dao Disk” suddenly transcended the Dao and his “Real Dao Disk” also transcended the Dao and he embarked on the Dao of the Eight Zun An.

The black chicken clucked, and Yu Zhiwen could only speak with difficulty: “Sister Yue, it said that the Dao Infant cannot keep the Eighth Sword Immortal…”

The pupils of Yuegong Nu suddenly dilated, without any focus, and his sight penetrated Wuji:

“Of course, Xu Xiaoshou!”

“I know a secret method. As long as I refine the ancestral tree…”

“Then, you give me the Holy Infant Plant, Dragon Apricot, and Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus. I have a way to save the Eight Lords!”

…

?

In the Xing Realm, Long Xing, Di Ying and Jiu Jigui were all horrified.

Shen Bailiu, who was not named, was also frightened to the point of shrinking into a broken willow state. He only regretted that his current strength had recovered too well, and hurriedly said:
“It can’t be saved!”

“Master, Gui Liu knows the secret method that this crazy woman mentioned, but with her ability, she won’t be able to refine the ancestral tree for thousands of years, and…”

“Let me refine it?” Xu Xiaoshou’s spiritual incarnation suddenly landed in Shennong Herb Garden, and Shen Bailiu was speechless.

The spirit of the dragon apricot ignited at once, soaring into the sky, and the dragon scales seemed to be about to explode:
“Xu Xiaoshou!”

“Xu Xiaoshou!!!”

“I have shed sweat and blood for Xingjie. I have risked my life for Xingjie. We are sworn brothers! Sworn brothers! Have you forgotten who risked his life to escort you out when Daoqiongcang came in?”

Xu Xiaoshou’s incarnation: “I’m not kidding.”

“Huh!” The Dragon Xing Spirit finally calmed down a little, “It’s just a joke, you scared the dragon to death, don’t make such jokes next time… Wait? What did you say?”

Xu Xiaoshou stared at Shen Bailiu and said, “If each of you only has a remnant of will left, but I promise to restore you to your original state later, can the energy squeezed out from this be used to refine eight perfect Dao infants?”

“Ah!” The spirit of Long Xing went crazy and rushed into the sky, starting to spit fire in all directions and howling wildly.

“I… can’t…” Jiuji Gui’s spirit body trembled with fear, and retreated step by step, “No…”

“Ah!” The Holy Plant of Infant was also startled and its spirit body appeared. Its voice was like that of a little girl whose intelligence was just beginning to awaken, but its spirit body was quite mature and charming.

Shen Bailiu said nothing.

The three ancestral tree spirits all stared at it, and Xu Xiaoshou also stared at it.

“Okay.” Gui Liu nodded.

The spirit of Long Xing rushed down, almost tearing Shen Bailiu to pieces with his claws. The latter hurriedly added:
“If the Lord also uses the mysterious sword to perform the same Great Dream Thousand Years…”

“It can be done.” Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

Gui Liu’s voice trembled, not daring to look at the other three ancestral trees: “I am not good at the dual paths of ‘Dream of Illusion’ and ‘Real of Truth’, and I still need to be deified and called the ancestor to forcibly balance the dual forces of reality and dreams.”

“I have the true origin tablet. I don’t need to deify the ancestor. I can summon the incarnation of the ancestor god to forcibly stabilize these two conflicting forces.”

Gui Liu took a deep breath and said, “Long Xing and Jiu Ji Gui may only have a remnant of consciousness left, but after such a refining, their power to form an infant will be drained, and they will definitely die.”

The Holy Tree of Infant was about to cry.

Gui Liu looked at the pale-faced spirit of Diying. She had died once.

When a rabbit dies, the fox mourns. They worked in the same Xingjie together. No matter how arrogant Shenbai Liu was, he didn’t want to see his ancestral tree companion end up like this.

If Xu Xiaoshou really did that, he would accompany him once.

But then, you have to find another master and another way to survive. After all, if there is one, there must be another, and no one can bet against human nature.

Xu Xiaoshou fell silent.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he was unwilling to use this method of robbing Peter to pay Paul.

But if Diying can survive, the Eight Lords can also survive. With this great situation of both, he guarantees that the four ancestral trees will get more than ten times what they are paying now!
But Diying will die…

Even if I force myself to refine it, Ba Zun An is not that kind of person and will never accept it…

This road is blocked!
“There is another way, right?”

Xu Xiaoshou signaled Long Xing’s spirit to stay calm.

He could cut off his tail to survive, but he could never sacrifice his left hand to protect his right hand.

Shen Bailiu cast his gaze towards the Holy Land, and shook his head slightly:

“There’s no time…”

“Originally, refining the Ancestral God would take more than half a year even if I helped…”

Xu Xiaoshou sighed, turned his mind back to Wuji, and looked towards the battlefield.

Yes, the Eight Lords can’t wait, and “Hua Changdeng” won’t give them any chance.

…

“roar!”

The North Territory roared again with the howl of mad beasts.

Hua Zu’s body fell apart, his spirit was in disarray, and he was doomed to die. But then, with a long whistle, three swords came flying from the sky.

Body ghost! Spirit ghost! Mind ghost!

The three sword ghosts with spiritual power pierced into his remaining body, soul, and will, hitting the acupoints of life and death and releasing the light of reincarnation.

“Heaven! Earth! Man!”

“The three talents return to their positions, and the dead are reincarnated!”

With a loud bang, the ghost image of the Ghost Ancestor that had been killed out of his body by Zhu before woke up with a trace of intelligence like reincarnation. After performing the spell, he was forcefully taken back into Hua Changdeng’s body.

It was like a last ray of light, Hua Changdeng, wearing the black robe of the god of death and with only a vague bust left, came back to life.

He actually gave up on the Dao completely and sacrificed himself to call back a remnant of the Ghost Ancestor’s soul.

However, his intention was not to help Ghost Ancestor, but to use him and swallow his remaining energy in an effort to squeeze out his last bit of strength.

The Art of the Ghost Ancestor…

Shenbai Liu Xinlin hurriedly said: “The evil spirit has a technique that can reverse the forbidden reincarnation. Do you know it, my lord?”

Xu Xiaoshou’s incarnation had a heavy expression on his face, as he had heard a little about this technique.

At that time, in the ruins of God, by accident, he “read” some pictures.

Reverse Forbidden Rebirth seems to be a forbidden technique that burns potential and restores the peak power of the ancestral god in a short period of time.

At that time, the god also sacrificed himself in the thirty-third heaven and smashed the body of Suiyin with a stick, and the victory had already been achieved.

However, once the evil Yin Ni forbidden wheel was activated, the subsequent battles could not be seen, and in the end, only a remnant soul was left of the god, and he had to rely on Cao Erzhu.

The tragedy can be imagined.

“A last burst of energy?” Xu Xiaoshou noticed something.

“Yes!” Shen Bailiu’s voice was extremely heavy:

“Gui Liu has seen Hua Changdeng practice swordsmanship, and knows that these three swords, combined with the Ghost Ancestor’s soul path, can forcibly produce an effect similar to the reverse forbidden reincarnation, even if the reincarnation authority has not yet been obtained.”

“Once this technique is activated, Hua Changdeng will surely perish, but he can at least borrow a quarter of an hour. He has no chance and can only fight to the death.”

A quarter of an hour…

What can be changed?
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly woke up.

Yes!
Give up the soul, give up reincarnation, give up the integration of Ghost Ancestor and Hua Ancestor, and even give up the realm of the ancestral god.

He lowered his status and returned to being a Saint Emperor. He no longer cared about his foundation in Taoism and walked the path of ancient sword cultivation again, trying once again to be deified and become the ancestor of gods – he completely ignored the future and only looked at the present, just to survive.

But as long as I swallow the eight sword masters, or comprehend his great dream and peerless sword bones, and unlock the mysteries of the sword, there is hope that I will be crowned as the ancestor god again.

This might cause him to lose the chance to become “one with the Ghost Ancestor” forever, and he would remain at the level of an ordinary ancestral god for the rest of his life, and then become bait for demons or medicine.

But it can prolong life!

From “a quarter of an hour” can be extended to “a year” or “ten years”.

Even if he survived from death, as long as a “what if” happened, he could swallow up the Eight Zun An, eat Bei Huai and Yao Zu, and then he could embark on a brand new “two-in-one” path?
“Hiss!”

Thinking of this, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but gasp.

I had imagined the battle to seize the road to be brutal, but I never thought it could be so crazy.

This is just Hua and Gui. Outside the mainland, there are the coveted Yao and Bei. And behind them, there are the Demon Ancestor and Suyin who are eyeing them covetously!

“Crazy, all crazy…”