I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"I have a passive skill ()"!

"What the hell are you talking about!"

Elder Sang turned his head and cursed in a low voice, his gaze was fixed on the incoming person, and the corner of his lips twitched, "Moonless old dog, long time no see, I miss you very much."

Gou Wuyue slanted her sword, but her eyes passed him and fell on Xu Xiaoshou.

"Your apprentice?"

"Not bad." Old Sang narrowed his eyes.

"I thought he was the apprentice of the Eight Masters."

"Then you are wrong."

Old Sang laughed: "The eight masters want to rob the old man's apprentice, but unfortunately, they can't rob~"

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

How did he not find himself so sought after?

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji..."

Gou Wuyue groaned and asked, "Where's Yu Lingdi?"

He can feel the pure fire element from this space.

But in the Heaven and Earth Avenue, half of the water elements do not exist, and even the rules of the water system in this space have been cut off.

There is no doubt that Yu Lingdi has been here.

Sang Lao's 100,000-strong mountain and dragon fusion world can only be drawn by Yu Lingdi.

"You say this?"

The old man pressed down the straw hat, and when he released his five fingers, a drop of water seeped out from his palm.

"Woo~"

The low whining sound spread out, and if the eyes of the three present were not all on the water drop, it would have been difficult to detect it.

"Is this Yu Lingdi?"

Xu Xiaoshou was shocked first.

He really didn't expect that the majestic master of the profound truth of the water system fell into the hands of Sang Lao, and he couldn't even make a wave, and he was really refined into a drop of stock solution!

Gou Wuyue frowned,

The sword intent in the void is vertical and horizontal.

It was obviously a high-temperature space, but Xu Xiaoshou shivered inexplicably.

Killing intent!

Gou Wuyue is really murderous!

"Don't worry, I'm not dead yet."

Sang Lao flicked his fingers, and the water droplets fell up and down in the air. He smiled and said: "But if you come a step later, the result will be different."

"Let him go." Gou Wuyue said indifferently.

"Can."

Sang Lao nodded: "You call Bai Yiquan over, let Sheng Nu and Cen Qiaofu go, and this old man will let Yu Lingdi go."

Gou Wuyue's eyes sank.

This is simply impossible.

In the Eighth Palace, Cenchov fought back with the blood tree on his back, holding back No. 33 and most of the white-clothed Zhandao, which can be said to be extremely difficult.

But the aftermath of the blood tree is too great.

Not surprisingly, he was bound to be taken down by No. 33 in the end.

The storyteller over there...

Although Bai Yi has been imprisoned continuously, as long as he can't get out of here immediately.

After Gou Wuyue finished cleaning up, the straw hat old man in front of him, the storyteller, couldn't escape.

The only ones who have a high probability of not being able to win are the eight masters and Haitang'er.

How could he, Gou Wuyue, give up the main task for Yu Lingdi?

"Tsk tsk."

Old Sang was speechless, looked at the water droplet still struggling helplessly in his palm, shook his head and sighed: "Little poor, you have been abandoned."

"Xu Xiaoshou!"

Obviously Old Sang was still talking, but there was another old man's voice in Xu Xiaoshou's ear.

He was startled, nodded slightly, and realized that it was Sang Lao who was transmitting the voice.

"Go southeast, the storyteller is waiting for you there, leave immediately."

Xu Xiaoshou froze when he got the content of the subpoena.

"What about you?" he asked.

"Old man, I'll be there later."

"real?"

"certainly."

"If not..."

"Why so much nonsense!" Sang Lao suddenly turned his head, his eye sockets were sunken, and the eyes in the dark circles were extremely deep.

Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips lightly.

He knew that staying here would only be a drag in the end.

Whether Sang Lao is Gou Wuyue's opponent or not, perhaps, he has no choice but to believe.

After all, this is a transcendent existence that can escape from Gou Wuyue's sword repeatedly in Zhongyu and Qinglong County...

After a pause, Elder Sang spoke again, this time, he did not transmit the sound.

"Look, from what you know to what you can't, the last way to die for an elemental body..."

"What?"

"Absolute power!"

Xu Xiaoshou nodded in cooperation, took half a step back, and looked inside at the sea of ​​Qi.

The sea of ​​qi is already full, and with a single disappearance technique and more "one step to the sky", he can escape from this place immediately.

The duo is good.

Gou Wuyue didn't notice anything at all.

He only watched Sang Qiye suddenly unlock all the Dao power in his hand.

In an instant, the water drop struggled and changed violently, and an extremely illusory figure solidified in front of Sang Qiye.

"Yu Lingdi..."

Gou Wuyue's pupils trembled.

It was so weak that even the wind would blow away, as if there was only a soul body left.

If it weren't for the familiar aura that could be felt from it, it would be difficult to tell that it was the head of the Lingbu - Yu Lingdi just by looking at the face that was so blurred!

"Sangqiye!"

Gou Wuyue scolded in a deep voice, rose up with her sword in hand, and flung the clouds upwards.

A radiant golden light burst out, and the stairs reappeared, and layers of golden stairs appeared, but they were completely split in half with the sound of a sword chant.

The sword energy breaks through the boundary and arrives in an instant.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that all the energy in his body was locked.

Obviously the sword aura is not targeting him, but the strong death aura is still under the cover.

ears.

Elder Sang didn't even have any worries at all, and a calm voice came.

"Using thought to form, attaching it to the body; using spirit to enter the mind, imagining it into form; penetrating the way of heaven, merging the fantasy of the nine gods, the imaginary is real, and the real is illusory..."

The sound of Fanfan Dao exploded in his mind like Hong Zhong Dalu.

The obscure esoteric formulas seemed to be branded on fire, even though they were half puzzled, they were still deeply burned into the depths of Xu Xiaoshou's soul.

When this decadent sound faded away, a memory seemed to be stirred in my mind.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the passage of time was slowing down at this moment.

Gou Wuyue's sword energy broke through the boundary, just at the critical moment.

But in front of Sang Lao slowly raising his sleeves, it seems like eternity is placed in a thought, unmoved by the outside world.

"Che, God, Nian!"

A faint white light shone around Sang Lao's body.

It is very light, very shallow, and it can only rustle the coir raincoat.

But when those three characters were finalized, the infinite mighty power gushing out from the 100,000 mountains, like a shining sun falling into the world, seemed to be summoned by Sang Lao's soft call.

No!

Not as if!

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes widened, and he stared in horror at the Long Rongjie, which was tens of thousands of miles away, shattered in an instant.

The scorching white flame took Sang Lao's body as the base point of the black hole, traveled through time and space in an instant, even faster than Gou Wuyue's sword, and instantly merged into Sang Lao's body.

The world is gloomy.

The vast white strip suddenly disappeared.

Everyone who was in the Dragon Melting Realm looked up at the sky, and after getting used to the intensity of the white flames, they fell back into reality. It should have been a blessing, but everyone seemed to be distorted before their eyes.

Dim, just for a moment!

At this moment, even the ladder-like golden light is hard to return to!

Sang Lao raised his hands high, and the grass hat covered half of his face.

"Sleeveless Red Burning Hands."

scoff~

Responding to the sound were the coir raincoat sleeves that had withered in pieces after being blown by the breeze.

From fingertips, wrists, to elbows, shoulders...

Sang Lao's haggard hands turned black and scorched rapidly from the outside to the inside at a speed visible to the naked eye.

high temperature!

Extreme heat!

Xu Xiaoshou was clearly far away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of those sleeveless hands with dark red in the scorched black, and his eyes were directly ignited by Bai Yan, causing him to look away immediately in pain.

"Through God's thoughts..."

He was shocked.

Elder Sang, he will penetrate the divine sense!

It's not the half-baked level of the little monk Bule's weak penetrating mind.

This "sleeveless red scorched hands" style, at first glance, is the same level of transcendent divine sense as the "God of Punishment and Calamity" created by Kui Leihan, the head of the ten seats!

"This is, absolute attack?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart beat wildly.

He can't move anything!

Reason told him that when these two peerless bosses were fighting, the most important thing he should do was to activate the vanishing technique immediately.

But even the soul was locked by Gou Wuyue's method.

Xu Xiaoshou even froze in his thinking, and wanted to call out the names of the three awakening techniques that could be liberated in his heart, but Sang Lao could only read one thought forever, but he could only think one thought forever.

- want to, but can't do it!

The god of death waved his hand, the world was gloomy in golden light and white light, Xu Xiaoshou's face was ashen.

Before that sword came, his soul was already split.

But at this critical moment, Sang Lao's sleeveless and red burnt hand, which traveled through time and space, was stuck in front of the sword energy and took shape.

"sword?"

He sneered, stretched out two fingers in his scorched black hand, and tapped lightly, "The thing I hate the most in my life is the sword."

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound in the world, like the heart of a god contracting suddenly.

Xu Xiaoshou's blood flowed out of his mouth with a "poof", and he flew out backwards.

But the sword energy that tore through the sky ladder seemed to be stepped on the brakes by Linmen.

After Sang's second finger got stuck, he couldn't move an inch.

Another moment.

"boom!"

Thousands of miles of void suddenly exploded, and the steam surged up and down, pushing layers up into the sky like a tsunami.

The space debris withered and melted in the mist.

The clouds turned into mist, and the sunset suddenly came in the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a tightness in his chest and felt dizzy.

He had already been blasted, and the battle didn't even happen on his side, but even the slightest aftermath, he couldn't handle it at all.

This is the battle scene of the real strong?

"Plop."

The sword energy that was stuck by the two fingers suddenly lit up with white flames, and within half a breath, the flames disappeared.

Sang Lao raised his head and smiled: "Moonless old dog, do you know why this old man has not killed your subordinates for so long?"

Gou Wuyue withdrew her sword, and immediately rushed forward, as if she understood something.

"Dare?!"

Sang Lao lowered his eyes, like a Bodhisattva lowering his eyes, he does not see mercy.

"Your subordinates dare to touch this old man's apprentice, and use the throne to fight the innate, such a shameless person, this old man, I will kill him in front of your Moonless Sword Immortal!"

Two fingers can shatter Gou Wuyue's picking ladder.

At this moment, Sang Lao stretched out a whole arm!

A completely scorched black arm with extremely high temperature without even a trace of flesh color!

"Cuckoo..."

The figure of Yu Lingdi in front of him struggled rapidly and twisted.

His fuzzy facial contours were looming, and there was panic in his eyes, but with all his strength, he turned into a mouth, spit out a little black light, and roared.

"Old man, do you really think you can kill me, Yu Lingdi? I still have evil crimes in my hands..."

laugh!

Black hand blade cut across.

It was supposed to be a splash.

But Gou Wuyue, who floated over, and Xu Xiaoshou, who was swept away by the battle, could clearly see them.

The elemental body, in front of the absolute power of the sleeveless and red scorched hand, really seemed to be completely useless.

Blood sprayed and sprayed one after another.

With one hand.

At the same moment when Yu Lingdi was decapitated, his whole body and splashed blood were vaporized on the spot, and he didn't even give him half a minute of reaction time.

Sang Lao lowered his arms, nodded his head, and sniffed under the straw hat.

"People who are about to die, why bother?"

The scene was extremely silent.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

He watched from a distance, and he didn't understand why the names of other saint slaves were so iconic.

Storyteller, old woodcutter, Eighth Sword Immortal...

Dudu Sang Lao is just an ordinary word "sleeveless".

But what I saw today is the figure of the old man in the straw hat who dared to slash his close relatives in front of the Seven Swords Immortal, his scorched black hands, and the coir raincoat sleeve robe that could not even be protected by the Dao of God because of the activation of the divine sense... …

"sleeveless?"

Xu Xiaoshou whispered.

No.

This should not be called "sleeveless", this is called "invincible"!

...

"Sang, Qi, Ye!"

Gou Wuyue's voice was completely deserted, as if Jiuyou was icy, the chill spread all over the world.

He knew that this old guy did it on purpose!

It's not that Gou Wuyue failed to save Yu Lingdi with a sword, but that the old guy is waiting.

Waiting for Yu Lingdi to be calcined and refined to the weakest state...

Waiting for Gou Wuyue to return to the game, when a ray of hope is burning in his heart...

Waiting for the moment when Yu Lingdi seemed to be able to see the light again in hell and glimpse the beauty of heaven...

Kill him again with your own hands!

Yu Lingdi, in fact, died a long time ago.

Sang Qiye not only blocked the sword energy with two fingers, he even blocked the time!

Stuck at the node where the new and old hatreds are particularly clear, he used his famous stunt to stir up the anger of both parties to the extreme.

The most uncomfortable extreme!

Gou Wuyue let out a heavy sigh of relief.

He knew what Sang Qiye was going to do.

The other side, nothing more than want him to stay and fight, completely cut off his thoughts of supporting the Quartet.

Thoroughly, in this third confrontation, the previous two unfinished battles were completely ended.

Obviously, Sang Qiye succeeded.

Gou Wuyue stopped in mid-air.

He folded his sword and lowered his sleeves, mourned for Yu Lingdi three times in silence, and then raised his eyes.

"Om—"

In the world with a radius of ten thousand miles, the blue power was pulled out from the earth, transforming into thousands of swords, and slowly soaring into the sky.

The wind blew and the clouds flew up, and Gou Wuyue's robe was rustled wildly.

Every time Wanqian Mojian rises an inch, the earth will press down three feet.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..."

Rhythmic sword cries burst out, piercing in all directions.

Even No. 33, who was far away in the endgame in the Eight Palaces, joined hands with a group of white clothes and looked away.

They took Tzenchov, drained dry by the blood tree.

But over there, the battle of Wuyue Sword Immortal seemed to have just begun.

Even, the voice of the sword world seemed to be swearing to everyone.

"The game of life and death, idlers are not allowed to enter!"

It is clear.

The idlers here include Zhan Dao, and even his puppet of heaven.

...

"So strong."

Xu Xiaoshou's scalp exploded, and even his soul seemed to be cracked by the sound of the sword.

At this time, Wanqian Mojian was already in the air, turning into a formation of Guiyi swords.

In the eyes of the formation, Sang Lao in a sleeveless coir raincoat stood with his arms down, and he seemed to be smiling.

In this world, if there really is an old enemy.

Then he, Sang Qiye, seemed to have been involved with Gou Wuyue, one of the Seven Sword Immortals in front of him, decades ago, and it would be difficult to kill him in his life.

There are one thing and the other, but it always ends at the third time.

This battle was the one he longed for.

Similarly, it was also a battle that Gou Wuyue longed for.

But before the war...

Old Sang looked back, his lips and teeth closing together.

"run."

A word came from Xu Xiaoshou's ear, and he immediately felt that the confinement around his stiff body was broken, and he regained his mobility.

He nodded, knowing what to do at the moment is the best.

"disappear……"

Before half a sentence was meditated in his heart, a mouthful of blood spewed out suddenly, Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

"Pounding!"

"Pounding!"

The heart suddenly beat violently, Xu Xiaoshou didn't understand why.

He was in a daze for a long time before he remembered that this seemed to be a special sensation similar to "perception" - whim.

But there was never even one occasion when a whim came so terrifying that he, as a master, would spurt blood donations for no reason!

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