I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Holy slave, storyteller!"

Almost at the moment when the red dress fell, Vigil's eyes were fixed on the person who came.

He can be sure that the storyteller who appeared this time is no longer the external incarnation he faced back then.

Because, if it is an incarnation outside the body, it is impossible for the other party to control all the red clothes present at the same time in the blink of an eye!

Almost at the same time, many people in red said the name of the man in red in their hearts.

Moreover, he has a clear understanding of the strength of this person.

"At the peak of Dao Slashing, the Nine Deaths and Thunder Tribulations will pass through."

"It's only half a step away from Taixu."

It can be said that this is a man who has stepped onto the top of the world with one foot!

"Jee--"

It was not the people in red who were first released from the imprisonment, but the jihad black angel holding four swords.

The storyteller can control the audience.

But there are four swords, which are obviously not within his control.

In just a split second, the Black Angel of the Holy War broke free from the shackles, and then raised the black sword, and slashed at... Hei Ming!

Hei Ming's entire face turned black immediately.

He has experienced the means of storytellers.

But every time this guy appeared, he was so unstoppable.

When there is no time to react, it is a difficult problem in itself to break free from the shackles.

This ghost... is sick!

Come here to make things worse?

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

While Hei Ming was still struggling to avoid the four-sword strike, Lan Ling hooked her red lips lightly and laughed softly.

"Big Heaven Sealing Formation, draw!"

Accompanied by the soft shouts, the power condensed in the bodies of many red clothes trying to break through the space of ancient books was instantly wiped out by the Heaven Sealing Formation.

Before everyone had time to react, Lan Ling's fingers, which were also imprisoned, trembled slightly.

"untie."

Dozens of rays of light descended from the sky, instantly covering all the red clothes.

The storyteller only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Lan Ling in his hand had disappeared.

Look up again.

All the red clothes appeared on top of their heads.

Vigil, Xin, Hei Ming, who was in a panic, and the rest of the dozen or so people in red clothes who were confused, all lowered their heads at the same time, and their eyes fell on the storyteller below.

The scene seemed to quiet down.

Even Hong Yi never imagined that his own power, which looks like he wants to break the boundary, is actually one of the means that can be used to deal with the storyteller.

"Lan Ling, this?"

Xin turned sideways and immediately moved to Lan Ling's side.

The situation was urgent before, and Lan Ling's voice transmission only gave a rough idea.

What they understand is that the situation has changed, and they need to break through this world first.

I never thought that the storyteller came out!

This guy, has been hiding here?

"Yin and Yang life and death? Ancient book space?" Watching the night also squinted his eyes and saw something.

"Um."

Lan Ling nodded, not to say anything.

"Grass!"

There was an angry curse from one side, and Hei Ming became irritable looking at the jihad black angel who continued to pounce like a clingy spirit.

"Don't act alone."

Just when he wanted to rush to execute a death battle, Lan Ling stopped him.

"Seal the sky big formation, transfer."

Yang raised his hand.

The jihad black angels with swords, including the four major tauren who were still imprisoned, were suddenly moved several miles away.

"It's urgent, storyteller."

Lan Ling's eyes never left the man in the red skirt from the beginning to the end.

When this person appeared, the center of the battlefield had already shifted.

Even if they are in red clothes, ghosts and beasts are the main purpose.

Seeing that Hei Ming still wanted to continue to act, Lan Ling immediately added: "Order, die."

Click.

Hei Ming stepped on the space with one foot, braked forcefully, and stopped his footsteps.

stinky bitch...

Although he was a little displeased with Lan Ling's instructions, as soon as the "Holy Slave" appeared, Hei Ming also felt that he could no longer mess around.

At that time, the fear of being dominated by the storyteller's illusion in the eighth house came to my heart again.

If he really left the red-clothed crowd, it is impossible to say that this step of his own will really lead him directly to death!

"Papa papa."

There was a crisp sound from below.

The storyteller couldn't help patting his left and right palms with his right fingers, his face full of admiration.

"Amazing, tsk tsk, amazing."

"As expected of a red dress..."

The second child was right, I really underestimated these guys.

"I didn't expect that in other people's space, the power of a large formation can be used to change the way of heaven." The storyteller shook his head and said.

"Overrated."

Lan Ling squinted his eyes and said, "It's just that the great master of the spirit formation is prepared, and it's not as good as the legendary seven leaders of the 'Holy Slave'."

"Hmm..." The storyteller tilted his head and made a long sound, then snapped his fingers.

"Well said."

"It's just... you, you are very self-aware."

Xin was suddenly provoked into anger by the man in the red skirt.

Damn don't say it.

How can you speak so abominably?

"Pervert, can you put away your orchid finger, I... um."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt like he was being silenced, unable to say anything.

Turn your head.

Obviously, at this time, it should be the power of Lan Ling's big array that can seal himself.

The eyeballs gurgled and rolled.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?"

——Why did you block me?

Lan Ling ignored the big man, because the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to have cooled down because of Xin's words.

Others don't know, but she knows it clearly.

The word "perverted" is an existence like an inverse scale to the seven in command of the "Holy Slave", it cannot be said at all!

really……

"What did you say just now?"

The corners of the storyteller's mouth twitched, his brows were even squeezed because he couldn't suppress his anger, and his eyes became big and small, "Pervert, pervert?"

He scratched his head forward.

"call out!"

Before everyone had time to react, they only felt a distortion in the void.

God again.

The letter has been caught by the storyteller.

"No!" Lan Ling shouted.

late.

There was a snort.

Two fingers poked, and blood spattered.

Xin's throat was pierced directly, and when the storyteller withdrew his hands again, there was already a piece of bloody cartilage between his two fingers.

"puff!"

Xin spat out a mouthful of blood, and the hole in his throat was broken, and blood flowed out.

He wants to rebel.

But even if he tried his best to muster up the spirit energy all over his body, he couldn't even make it to the trace of the tender hands on his neck.

My veins swelled violently.

But all the auras in his body were sealed.

Even the Dao of Heaven in the whole body was completely cut off by the storyteller.

Obviously the partner in red is not far above his head.

But at this time, Xin only felt that there was no help between heaven and earth!

All the resistance he could do was to force his injuries to worsen and the blood to spurt out from his throat faster.

For storytellers, it makes no sense!

"This guy……"

Xin's heart suddenly picked up.

Pain meant nothing to him.

But with just this move, he knew it.

The strength of these two parties is not at the same level at all.

Complete abuse!

As long as the storyteller thinks.

On the side in red, no one can stop him.

This is an existence that belongs to the level of Wuyue Sword Immortal and can only be captured!

"Adam's apple..."

The storyteller played with the small bones in his hand and knocked his own with the back of his hand.

not at all.

Smiling, he pressed the small bone into Xin's throat, and whispered in his ear: "Remember, there will be no next time."

"puff!"

Xin was pressed by this second injury, and another mouthful of blood spewed out.

He felt that his "Golden Profound Spiritual Body" was like a decoration in front of the man in the red skirt.

The other party didn't even need to use Lingyuan.

It just blocked everything with the way of heaven.

A random blow can cause fatal damage to oneself.

And it wasn't until this moment that the people in red above their heads were released from their imprisonment again.

"letter!"

Vigil's face immediately darkened.

In front of many red clothes, the letter was taken down immediately.

This is not just a matter of face, the other party is so provocative, it is simply unbearable!

"Night, swallow the sky!"

Almost at the moment when the fury and killing intent exploded, the sky was immediately engulfed by darkness.

"Oh, is that you?"

As soon as this familiar power appeared, the storyteller couldn't help casting his gaze over it.

Vigil didn't even dare to hide even half of his strength, so taking action was the trump card.

Not only did he use the power of darkness to change the rules of heaven and earth in the first place, but he also began to radiate righteousness from his whole body.

"Little old man..."

The storyteller's palm tightened, and Xin's throat was deformed.

"Ahem...poof."

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The storyteller had a murderous intent in his eyes.

Not long ago, the anger of an incarnation outside his body was inexplicably scattered in his heart.

The storyteller, who hadn't planned to explode at this moment, saw that Vigil still made a move, and couldn't bear it anymore.

He raised his hand.

"etc!"

Lan Ling yelled at the right time.

She immediately dodged to the side of Vigil, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Relax, let me do it."

The vigil looked sideways, full of eyes, and remained silent.

"Believe me."

Lan Ling nodded very seriously.

Only then did Shou Ye suppress the impulse in his heart, and regained his awe-inspiring righteousness.

But the darkness above the sky is still invading, directly regaining control of the battlefield.

In the situation where the strength is weaker than the opponent, if even the geographical advantage is controlled, then the red clothes can't fight at all, and can only be slaughtered.

"Little girl..."

The storyteller made a smiling face again, "You are so confident."

"Storyteller, you don't want to kill people, do you?" Lan Ling looked over.

"oh?"

The storyteller frowned, "Are you trying to provoke me? Do you have a grudge against him?"

He read the letter back and squeezed his palm.

"Crackling..."

The bone cracking sound instantly exploded from everywhere in Shin's body.

In just an instant, Xin was drenched in blood and turned into a bloody man.

Under the infusion of the storyteller's spiritual energy, his physical body could not bear it at all, and even his internal organs were shaken open.

The bones of the body were almost smashed to pieces.

"you!"

Shou Ye narrowed his eyes and wanted to make a move.

Lan Ling held him down, looked at the storyteller, gritted his teeth and said, "Give me back the man, whatever you want, whatever you want."

"this……"

Hei Ming turned his head and looked over in disbelief.

"Shut up and let me do it!"

Lan Ling couldn't help scolding.

This time, Vigil finally took a step back and returned the dominance to Lan Ling.

"Yo, it's so majestic!"

The storyteller said with a sneer: "But the prestige is certainly a bit prestige, what qualifications do you have to ask someone from others?"

He tightened his hand again, and the already dying letter withered away.

This time, he couldn't even keep the Lingtai Qingming, and passed out on the spot.

"hiss."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The red-clothed people standing at the back didn't even dare to move.

They all know that "Holy Slave" is a strong storyteller.

But in the past, being strong towards this person was only a conceptual thing.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, this...

No one can stop it!

Even the letter, in the hands of the storyteller, is like a giant baby, let him handle it?

"It's gone?"

The storyteller looked at the big man who had passed out completely, and couldn't help wrinkling Qiong's nose, "I can't help but play."

Lan Ling reached out and suppressed the angry people behind him, and said slowly: "I know you won't kill people, at least, you don't want to kill Hong Yi."

"You know, it's not good for you at all."

The storyteller narrowed his eyes immediately: "Are you threatening someone again?"

He tightened his hand again.

Lan Ling hurriedly took a step forward, "Wait!"

"Um?"

"It's not a threat. Your opponent, not Red Clothes, killed someone here. After he got out, not to mention you, including all of you 'Holy Slaves', is very dangerous."

She paused, and then added: "This sentence is not a threat, I'm just stating a fact."

The storyteller let go of his hand, and weighed the big man in his hand forward a few times.

It's pretty heavy!

"Although you keep saying it's not a threat, it sounds like a threat."

"Anyway, these words have caught people's ears..."

The storyteller closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said, "I'm very upset, listen."

"But the truth, isn't it?" Lan Ling asked back.

"yes."

The storyteller actually admitted it, and said with a smile: "You are very smart, at least among these few people, you should be the one with the most brains."

He put the letter in the void in front of him, took out a handkerchief from the ring to wipe the blood, and said: "I really don't want to kill people, but each one of them is very bad, so I have to do it. Do you understand?"

"Can."

Lan Ling nodded and stretched out her hand, "Then send the person over first?" She pouted and gestured to the letter lying in the void.

"Boom!"

The storyteller kicked the person away with one kick.

"remember."

"People can give it back to you, but it's because they don't like killing people, it's not your threat that worked."

"Understand?"

Shou Ye received the letter and immediately took a mouthful of the elixir.

He clenched his fist tightly, but said nothing.

Rao Hei Ming, who didn't deal with Lan Ling at all, saw the letter being beaten before, and there was no disturbance in his heart. Hearing what the storyteller said this time, he couldn't help being aroused into a rage.

This is simply, too insignificant.

But, shot?

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at the crowd.

Here, no one is a match for the man in the red dress.

Even if everyone unites, it may not be enough for others to pinch with one hand.

how to spell?

After wiping the blood, the storyteller threw the handkerchief away, looked around the crowd and said, "It's good for everyone to be quiet. People have said, don't kill people."

"As long as you don't make noise, nothing will happen."

"People came here not for you, but..."

"Jee--"

At this moment, a chirping sound came from behind.

The jihad black angel that was teleported away before has returned to attack, holding a sword with four swords, and is slashing at the storyteller closest to him.

"ah!"

The storyteller clenched his fists angrily and stomped his feet fiercely.

"Why do people always like to interrupt when they talk?"

He turned around furiously, staring angrily at the black sword energy attacking in front of him, and slashed across the sky with his hands slanted.

"Can you shut up?!"

A roar that was so high-pitched that it broke the sound sounded.

The black sword energy that hit the face was directly split into two.

The storyteller stretched out his hand, and the void twisted it again.

Like a moth to a flame, the jihad black angel directly sent his neck into the opponent's hand.

"laugh!"

Taking out a dagger from his bosom, the storyteller cut it suddenly, and a head was pushed high into the sky by a column of blood.

"Noisy, noisy, noisy!!!"