I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2047

Chapter 1922 Qingju

“This is the trump card you rely on?”

Hua Changdeng was looking down from above, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was full of madness but also revealed a hint of sarcasm.

He hesitated for so long.

He opened up the rootless ghost den in advance and hunted ghosts with divine power.

He regarded the Eight Lords as his greatest opponents, and for this reason ignored all other enemies inside and outside the Holy Continent.

But, I’ve waited for so long.

But Ba Zun’an told himself that the trump card he finally hid was the one he had defeated thirty years ago?
“Ahahahahaha!”

Hua Changdeng didn’t even know whether he was amused or angry at his own stupidity.

Once the cycle of death begins, He doesn’t have much time left, and He is burning himself with every breath.

The rootless ghost den, with its power drawn from heaven, earth and man, was not enough to resist the loss of vitality.

And this kind of extreme pressure, the combat power that is enough to fight against the Demon Ancestor, the Medicine Ancestor, and the Evil Yin, is going to be handed over to a defeated general in the past?
In this case, how can I be inspired by the Eight Masters’ Way, swallow their swords and merge them into one, and stop the negative effects of the reincarnation of the dead?
I will die!

But not because of being killed.

But is it because the Eight Lords are too weak and cannot put enough pressure on themselves?

“Damn it!!!”

Hua Changdeng let out a long roar, and his entire body exploded into soul energy and merged into the heaven and earth.

Within the scope of the five domains, a hazy dark green mist was rising in the void, and everyone’s heart was beating fast and their faces were filled with panic.

“My strength is fading?”

Those who practice the way of the soul will notice it at the first moment.

Every soul refiner that has been targeted by the rootless ghost den, from the innate to the holy emperor, has their soul power sucked away.

That part that was lost accumulated over time and converged into the void of the five realms, providing energy for the maintenance of the rootless ghost den and prolonging the life of Hua Changdeng!

Hua Zu, is he crazy?
He wants to destroy the entire Holy Continent?

High in the sky above Lingyu, the eight illusory sword masters also noticed the actions of this madman, and their eyes became a little colder:
“Hua Changdeng, obsession has blinded your eyes.”

Before he finished speaking, a ferocious dark green face condensed above the Central Region and roared hysterically:
“Shut up!”

With a loud bang, three surging soul forces instantly surged out from the three-element formation of heaven, earth and man to destroy the rootless ghost den that was controlled by the three swords of the Sword Ghost.

The three merged into one and transformed into a hundred-foot-long sword in the sky, shaped like a ghost hunter, with bumps on the sword body and some indentations.

The space was distorted by the force, and it no longer looked like a sword.

The long weapon with a straight handle and a slanted blade looked more like a long sword. There was a blazing dark green flame burning on the blade, and it was surrounded by a sinister atmosphere.

Ghost hunting!

Ghost hunting after the heavenly liberation!

“Go to hell—”

The sky and earth exploded with a loud roar of hatred.

After the Heavenly Release, the ghost hunters, nourished by the rootless ghost den, have undergone earth-shaking changes in their appearance.

When Hua Changdeng was in the divine palace, he became one with the ghost hunter.

With this blessing, the Baizhang Ghost Hunter drew a black line in the sky and its speed soared to the extreme.

In an instant, it cut off thousands of Taoist magics and went straight to the place where the eight sword masters were, slashing them down on their heads.

“Hua Changdeng, you can’t kill me.”

I, the Eight Sword Masters, sneered and faced the hundred-foot ghost hunter without any fear.

He simply put his fingers together and pointed in front of him, and the chains and shackles around his body began to vibrate, emitting tremendous power.

It was as if the seal of a magical prison was being opened, and the boundless power that had been suppressed and sealed in the body seemed to be about to erupt.

But……

Ghost hunting, too fast!

“Bang!”

The hundred-foot-long flaming sword fiercely slashed at the Taoist chain around me, the eight sword masters, but the power inside had not yet been released.

Snap——

The crisp cracking sound could be clearly heard in all five realms.

The stalemate could not even last for half a breath. Everyone was terrified, but saw the Taoist chains around my body being cut off in an instant by the eight sword masters.

“Can’t bear it?!”

Not only that, the ghost hunting continues unabated.

The sword that contained all of Hua Changdeng’s lifelong hatred pierced through the chest and neck of the Eight Sword Masters, and swept out a brilliant sword wave into the sky behind him.

Wow!
The spiritual light spread, and the five regions were in an uproar in an instant.

This sword is so magnificent, but after its brilliance, it will wither.

After I was struck by the sword, I became more than seven points dim, and it seemed as if most of my strength was taken away.

The light in his eyes had gone.

As the power stored in my sword body was released, it seemed to have become much lighter and slowly floated upwards, as if it would disappear.

…

“this?”

Under the city of Fusang, the black chicken’s black feathers were slightly blown up.

I thought Ba Zunan was going to show off, but he ended up shitting the stinkiest shit!

After this sword strike, would Lao Ba still have the strength to fight again?
He had sealed his sword for thirty years, but in the end, not only could the sword not be unsheathed, but he also died in frustration?

Cross-eyed and spun around.

The face of Yuegong Nu standing next to him was completely pale.

This sword not only cut off all the momentum of Ba Zunan, but also wiped out the little hope that his relatives outside the battle had left.

“Ahahahahaha…”

Hua Changdeng laughed wildly.

With one sword, the ghost hunter actually cut off the eight Dao bases.

Finally, I am no longer powerless and unable to fight back. The pleasure of being punched in the flesh is so stimulating that my soul is boiling.

not enough!

It’s not enough!

“Ba Zun’an, is this all you are capable of?”

Hua Zu went mad, and the ghost hunter that was flying through the sky disappeared at the end of the sky. When he reappeared above the clouds, he was split into two.

Two hundred-foot-long “swords”, fed by the expectations of the ancient sword cultivators of the Five Realms, ignited with spiritual flames, and slashed at each other!

“No……”

Someone covered his mouth and whispered.

If one sword is so powerful, then eight sword masters have taken away 70% of my power.

With these two swords coming again, how can the Eighth Sword Immortal turn the tide with only the remaining tiny power?

But the expected “turnaround” did not appear at all.

Or rather, there was none at all!
I was still out of control after being hit by the previous sword, and my body was floating up uncontrollably.

He just stretched out his right hand with all his strength…

He then put two fingers together, trying to resist…

“Ten-segment sword finger?”

Everyone’s eyes popped out.

At this time, what effect can the ten-segment sword finger have?
If you can’t even block the previous sword, how can you block the next two swords? Are you going to use your unyielding will of the Eight Lords to make a ridiculous joke on the Five Realms?
Bang! Bang!
The Dao Chain swayed.

The chain of Dao collapsed.

Two swords hunted ghosts, one cut off the heads of the eight statues, and the other cut off their lower limbs. When they crossed, they formed a cross spiritual wave in the void, which was magnificent.

But……

What is the use of beauty?

Ancient swordsmen never lack the romance of creating beauty, and every sword can become a work of art.

Now, the “cross” that looks like a sentence of death is placed on the last afterimage of the eight sword masters before they disappear.

A capital Cage!
The deepest shackles!

Not only did it shatter the last of the power of the Eight Sword Masters, it also poured cold water on the sword flames that had just been ignited in the hearts of all the people in the Five Regions.

In the rootless ghost den, Hua Changdeng’s wanton mockery could be heard:
“A thousand-year dream?”

“The world-shattering sword bone?”

Everyone seemed to see again the elegant white clothes that summoned thousands of ancient sword cultivators, and the golden backbone that inherited the unyielding integrity of the ancient swordsmanship…

“Eighth Master, I can sentence you right here and now… Your fate is over!”

Yes, that’s all.

All hopes are shattered.

“laugh……”

A faint green smoke slowly rises into the sky.

After the three sword strikes of the ghost hunter, the eight sword masters could no longer maintain their human form and turned into smoke and disappeared in the east.

not enough!

It’s not enough to relieve my hatred!
Hua Changdeng didn’t stop.

His plan, His path, His persistent pursuit…

From the beginning of the union of the Dao, to the interruption of the two-in-one state, to the necessity of the death-reincarnation battle…

The pent-up hatred in this place cannot be appeased by the three swords of the Demon Hunters
!

The power of the rootless ghost soul poured down like a waterfall.

The ghost hunters turned into one, two, three in the sky…

In the end, the number of swords condensed was exactly eighty-one, not ten thousand swords, but nine swords, with each sword overlapping and crisscrossing.

The number of ninety-nine eighty-one was used to cross-cut and slash the remaining eight swordsmen, as if to wipe out the last wisp of green smoke on the spot.

“Break! Break! Break!”

Every time the sword slashed, the green smoke dimmed by one point.

But every time it was cut through, the green smoke would transform, but it was not dead and could stubbornly recondense.

The more Hua Changdeng killed, the crazier he became, and the more hatred he gained.

The cultivators from the five regions suddenly realized something amidst the horrific scene.

“That is…”

…

“I?”

At the old site of Guizhe, Kui Leihan looked back in surprise.

Hua Changdeng was completely crazy. Apart from the Eight Zun’an, he could not see anyone else.

As a result, when he was struck by thunder this time, no one could stop him, and his realm was consolidated step by step in the lightning.

Overcome tribulation?

This is not a problem at all for Quilehan.

He also paid attention to the front battlefield and the Battle of Huaba.

Originally, after the ghost hunter’s sword strike, Kui Leihan couldn’t help it anymore, and wanted to pick up his hammer and go forward to help, even though he was under the thunder tribulation.

But just like when he asked Ba Zun’an whether he needed support, he got a negative answer.

This time, even though the situation was so critical, Ba Zun’an remained silent.

Kuilehan noticed something strange.

This is weird, after the three swordsmen hunting ghosts…

After Hua Changdeng’s hundreds and thousands of tearing and slashing, it was confirmed!

“I!”

“He’s fixing ‘me’!”

From Kuilehan’s perspective, the original eight swords could be described as rough embryos of iron swords.

The first sword for hunting ghosts can cut off 70% of impurities.

The second and third swords of the ghost hunter forged the rough iron into fine iron.

That wisp of green smoke is the “I” of the eight statues of fine iron.

“I” is formless, and “I” is also indestructible. Therefore, after thousands of beatings, Hua Changdeng could not kill the “I” that the Eight Masters knew, and all he could do was continue to beat like a madman.

This can no longer cause any harm.

Instead, they hone their skills, practice, and are used as guns!

But there was one thing that Quilehan couldn’t understand…

He understands the principle of forging rough iron, but what about the impurities that I, the Eight Sword Masters, have removed by using the ghost-hunting hammer?
…

“I!”

In the outer space, there was someone who saw the intentions of the Eight Masters earlier than Kuilehan, and was even more fanatical than the cultivators of the Five Realms and even Hua Changdeng…

It’s the Demon Ancestor!
When the eight masters received the first sword attack, the coffin under the tower seemed to be unable to hold down the coffin lid, and was so excited that it was about to jump out.

When the second sword, the third sword…

When the hundredth and thousandth swords had all slashed through the eight sword masters…

What the Demon Ancestor saw was not the eight dying Lords whose lives were hanging by a thread, but a brand new and bright future after the clouds had cleared!

“I don’t need the ancestral gods to determine my fate, and I can just cultivate myself?”

“Don’t take the path of two becoming one, one returning to zero, from the ordinary to the ancestral, and then reach perfection?”

The Demon Ancestor understands this concept very well.

But ideas are just ideas, and there are always too many shortcomings in practice, so the future is unclear.

The Demon Ancestor could see clearly the path that the Eight Lords were walking, but there was something that he could not see through, which was the contradiction that the Eight Lords showed when they used external force to cultivate the sword:
“It is clear that the way they are asking about is the four sacrifices of the War Ancestor: sacrifice of body, sacrifice of soul, sacrifice of mind, and finally sacrifice of self.”

“But the four sacrifices of the War Ancestor, after giving up me, were completely cleared, not reset to zero. He also dared not give up everything. Do the eight masters dare?”

“If you dare, you are fearless! If you dare, you must have something to rely on! What is that to rely on?”

Looking at Jian Wo again, it seems that I am not as good as Hua Changdeng, the three talents of heaven, earth, man, sword and ghost. However, in essence, I am still well versed in the “Liang Yi” method of the ancestor of war.

But the Eighth Lord is not proficient in the ancient martial arts. His sword at this moment clearly has only the “Yang” or “Yin” of the two yin and yang, and cannot achieve the harmony of Yin and Yang. He cannot break through from the two yin and yang and reach the Wuji again!

“He dares?”

“If you dare, you will be fearless! If you dare, you will have support!”

“If ‘I’ completely gives up, then the only way to save myself should be to rely on the ancient sword art that I practiced?”

“Or can you define ‘what’ as ‘yin’, ‘what’ to rely on, to determine the ‘yang’ of the four quarters, the ‘body, spirit, mind and self’?”

“Through this, we can achieve a perfect balance and reach the state of ‘zero’?”

The Demon Ancestor understands the concept.

But He could not see through what the Eight Buddhas could rely on, how to find his “yin” and save the “yang” of his body, soul and mind that was about to die.

unimportant……

It’s totally unimportant…

When pigs are raised to this point, they no longer need to think for themselves. In order to protect themselves, they can only come up with their own answers.

“bring it on!”

“Eight Lords!”

“Throw a stone to test the water, and give me more, more!”

…

“Aaaaaaaa——”

Hunting ghosts with thousands of swords, he couldn’t cut off the last wield of the Eight Sword Masters. Hua Changdeng completely sank into the sea of obsession.

He realized something.

Even in this crazy state, as long as his opponent is one of the Eight Lords, he can regain a bit of clarity.

What Kuilehan saw, what the Demon Ancestor saw, was that after thousands of sword strikes, he suddenly woke up.

“I?”

The ghost hunter numbered 9981 was immediately stopped in the air. Hua Changdeng was stunned for a moment before he laughed miserably,
“Eighth Lord, are you still struggling?”

“You don’t stand a chance!”

The five regions were in deathly silence, trembling in fear under the tyranny of the insane Hua Zu.

The wisp of green smoke floating in the sky, as if to leave the world, but at the last moment, there was no pain, no hatred, and it turned into an extremely illusory figure in white again.

The Eight Zun An!
Still the Eight Zun An!
The immortal Eight Zun An!

I, the sword that was hazy in the sky, stepping on the rootless ghost cave, and could not be killed or cut, took a light step forward…

Hua Changdeng seemed to be provoked by something, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
“Shut up!”

“I didn’t ask you to read it!”

The ghost hunting number of ninety-nine eighty-one turned into a ninety-nine sword formation and went to the center to kill.

Bang.

The eight sword masters shattered my shadow.

The green smoke that could not be cut off or torn apart turned into a green, illusory cage like a birdcage, and finally exploded and dissipated in the sky above the Central Region.

“Ahahahaha…”

Hua Chang Deng laughed loudly.

There is madness and relief in the laughter.

He succeeded, he successfully killed the eight Zun’an, but this sword of mine, with its last bit of stubbornness, could not withstand the power of the undead reincarnation!

But at this time…

In the five realms covered by rootless ghosts, purple air rises from hundreds of millions of spirit refiners and from the thoughts of flowers, plants, trees and stones.

Purple air came from the east, floated up to the sky, transformed into auspicious clouds, and bloomed with mysterious rays of light.

In a trance, everyone looked up and saw a fairy-like figure on the clouds. It seemed that after all kinds of hardships, it had shed all the troubles and shackles of the world and was about to ascend to the heaven.

No!
That was not an illusion!
In an instant, it had condensed into a… divine transformation!
Between heaven and earth, a faint voice resounded in all directions:
“Three thousand strands of troubles weave the lock of a prison.”

“Please remove my prison shackles and let me pick the fruits of the Way in the clouds.”

…

Quirehan’s eyes lit up.

The world, troubles, lust…

“Unrivaled Sword!”

He understood thoroughly what the Eight Swordsmen were trying to kill with the help of the Ghost Hunters.
It was all the “disturbances of mind” that shackled this world and this body, all the factors that could interfere with my determination.

And when these “disturbances” are clearly seen by “me”, and are completely eliminated with the help of external forces from the ancestral gods.

Cut off the cause and effect, and be free and detached!
Eight Buddhas, the Tao is complete!

…

Boom——

In the outer space, the ancestral gods are about to destroy the law.

The rootless ghost den was in turmoil, and a huge mouth was torn out by the thunder. Hua Changdeng almost vomited blood and collapsed.

All that He had done, using all His strength, turned out to be a wedding dress for the Eight Buddhas, helping them to achieve enlightenment?

“Eight! Respect! An!”

The sound of pain exploded in the air.

Hua Changdeng fell from the sky, grabbed the ghost hunter with his hand, and screamed:

“I said you don’t stand a chance!”

“All my struggles were in vain after you interrupted my ancestor’s harmony!”

He did not give the eight masters any time to overcome the tribulation. He threw the ghost hunter in his hand into the sky, pinched his seal, and shouted in a concentrated voice:
“The ancestor god has a command!”

“Sword Pillar Flavor Formation, listen to the call!”

But a few buzzing sounds of swords were heard, and ten famous swords scattered on Lingyu Mountain flew into the air.

in……

The divine sword Xuan Cang, the supreme emperor sword, the Buddha sword Nuxian, the four evil swords and the Xuan sword Taicheng flew up and merged into the rootless ghost cave.

The evil sword Yue Lian, the flaming sword Yan Mang, the spiritual sword Qing Feng, the crane sword Ting Chen and the sleeve sword Shuang Zhen, fell straight down and merged into the rootless ghost land.

Boom!

All sounds fell silent, and the Dao collapsed.

The people of the Five Realms looked up in horror, only to see five majestic pillars descending from the sky, locking up the Eight Deities.

The earth spewed out five flavors, which invaded the divine transformation, disturbed the heart of the Tao, and even directly disrupted the great catastrophe of the ancestor god’s destruction of the law.

Hua Changdeng did not stop, and used the Dao foundation of the Sword Ancestor’s path to becoming a god to block the eight masters’ hopes of becoming gods…

not enough!

It’s not enough!

He wanted this person to die!
“Being imprisoned, you still want to be free and detached?”

The ghost hunter followed and merged into the rootless ghost den. Hua Changdeng laughed wildly: “Eight Lords, it’s too late!”

The five pillars and five flavors are shaken.

The sword pillar formation that trapped the eight divine beings spewed out rays of light, and on the top of the rootless ghost cave, a ten-thousand-foot-long sword condensed.

The ghost hunter is hanging on the top, and the spirit is trapped in the pillar.

There is no way to the sky, and no door to the earth.

The rootless ghost den unfolds ahead of time, and the ghost hunters are released ahead of time. What Hua Changdeng is on guard against is the last stand of the Eight Zun’an.

And this fight…

He doesn’t give any chance.

With a loud bang, the chain on the hilt of the ten thousand foot long ghost hunting sword was removed, and it fell down heavily.

“Divine command: Execute!”

…

The five pillars that block the entire world!
The five flavors that burn and rip the heart of Tao!
The ghost hunters that fall down ten thousand feet!
The cultivators of the five realms now understand what the “unlimited” ancient sword cultivators are. Hua Zu is crazy, and he has reached this point.

With such a mighty force, even if the Sword Ancestor came back, how could he resist?
Not to mention the Eight Lords who had their Dao calamities broken, their Dao hearts disturbed, and their divine transformations imprisoned? !

“Night……”

The wild wind whistled in my ears, and the sense of death spread all over the place.

The Eight Lords, who had just thrown off their shackles and ascended to the sky, had no chance or time to enjoy even half of the glory of the Ancestral God. It seemed as if they had completely given up struggling.

He didn’t even glance at the ghost hunter on the top of the mountain. Instead, he looked at the mountains and rivers, as if he was nostalgic for this beautiful world that had nurtured his life.

The flying snow was in a mess, and at the end of the distant high peak, the hair was covered with frost and white hair.

The setting sun shines on the branches of the mulberry and elm trees all over the mountains, making their snow-scale leaves golden.

“Yeah, it seems to be late…”

Time seemed to slow down with a sigh, and Ba Zun’an turned his head away with a look of reluctance in his eyes.

But he was no longer looking at Shanxue and Sangyu, his gaze fell on Yuegongnu who was crying inconsolably under Fusang City.

My heart is surging and waves are surging.

Thousands of words, in the end, are in vain.

As soon as the sword pillar formation came out and the god-killing order was issued, the Eight Lords still had thousands of things they wanted to say and do.

He has no chance.

He saw the end of the path.

He couldn’t easily cut off Hua Changdeng and embrace the feelings of thirty years ago and the throbbing in his heart at this moment.

“The mountains do not envy the white hair, but this feeling is hard to control…”

But this does not mean that the eight of them will die here and fall under Hua Changdeng’s ghost-hunting sword.

The romance is gone.

The sword is coming.

The eight statues turned around gracefully, and their melancholy feelings were instantly removed.

When the ghost hunter was getting close, he looked towards the mad Hua Changdeng in the distance, his eyes full of murderous intent.

“Night?”

The eight masters shouted, raised their hands, and drew their swords to the east:

“The night is never too late, and the time to return is to raise the sword!”

“Qingju!”