I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

The Liberated State·Heavenly Secret Envoy, has fallen?

Under Mei Yiren's sword, he couldn't even take out the slightest means of defense, his mind was cut off, and he became an empty shell?

At this moment, everyone on the Void Island felt incredible.

If the last time Jiang Buyi died, everyone only saw the final outcome - the semi-saint turned into clouds and dissipated.

But I don't know what happened before, so I can only sigh that the Void Island is really a place to bury saints, but that's all.

Then this time, the image of the Liberated State·Heavenly Secret Envoy is so sacred, and his ability is so powerful.

Everyone's memory of this strongest Heavenly Secret Puppet is clearly still stuck in the moment before he fought with the King of Hell. The scene changed, and Mei Yiren took the man away with a sword.

How terrifying?

How thrilling?

Everyone was waiting, waiting for No. 2 to tremble suddenly, and then use the power of the Heavenly Secret Dao or other things to recover quickly.

The whole Void Island was dead silent.

However, one breath passed, three breaths passed, ten breaths passed

This time, the Heavenly Envoy really left!

What was left was only the Heavenly Envoy puppet wearing holy white armor, with twelve light wings on his back, holding the Sword of Holy Judgement, and a sacred halo on his head!

This is just a shell, a flesh body. It has lost its soul and can no longer be called "him"!

"Isn't the Heavenly Envoy known as the 'strongest half-saint'? How could he be killed with just one blow?" Someone said in shock. "The strongest half-saint? That's the strongest half-saint of this era. It depends on who you compare with! Who doesn't have a 'title' these days? Why don't you look at who is drawing the sword?"

"Mr. Yiren? Isn't he outdated..."

"Outdated? The old man is just indifferent to the world. When you really start practicing, others have to stop and wait for you!"

"But, one sword? He only drew one sword..."

"You are not from the East Region, have you heard of the story that there was a person who beheaded the previous master of the Holy Spirit Hall with seven swords?"

"You Tu?"

"Yes, Mr. Yiren and Mr. You Tu are from the same era, and they are at the same level of being able to discuss the Dao side by side. What's so strange about him cutting off a new era's Tianji creature with one sword?"

This makes people unable to deal with it.

Indeed, from an objective level, it seems that if you think about it carefully, the current situation is nothing more than this simple logic. But thinking is thinking, and objective is objective.

The impact of the sword of the old swordsman Mei Yiren was still too great!

After the explosion of the First Palace of Sin, in the eyes of everyone on the Void Island, Mei Yiren basically did not make a move, and stayed in the backcourt. Xu Xiaoshou, Huang Quan, Tianren Wushu, Yan Wucai, No. 2, the Eighth Sword Immortal...

Everyone was showing off, but Mei Yiren stood by and watched.

He suddenly drew his sword, and the world became quiet.

How could this not drive people crazy?

"Saint's Fall"

Compared with Jiang Buyi's fall, No. 2's fall was too quiet and too bizarre.

If he hadn't demonstrated his super strong combat power before, some people would even mistakenly think that No. 2 was made of paper.

So, it's not that the God of Heaven is weak, but that sword is really too strong!

And if Mei Yiren hadn't asked everyone on the island to leave the field of the Soul Prison before he drew his sword, I'm afraid that the aftermath of the sword could take away thousands of soul refiners.

Thinking of this, everyone was panicked.

In the battle, Huang Quan retreated to the back, but he was more observant, staring at No. 2 without moving his eyes.

"There is still life"

"But only the body is still active, the mind and will are all emptied, like a life scroll covered with ink, erased to the blankness of the first birth."

"Even if he can be resurrected, maybe it should be another person... well, a living being, whether it is a human or not is another matter." Huang Quan observed very carefully and saw more than outsiders.

But he also came to the conclusion that No. 2 was

wiped out by a sword.

Such a conclusion made Huang Quan frown tightly and feel very uncomfortable.

"The second one...

One saint died, that's possible.

Two saints died on the same day?

There must be something wrong!

There is no such an exaggerated coincidence in this world - it happened that two semi-saints died on the same day!

Huang Quan turned his head without leaving a trace, and glanced at the Heavenly Man Five Decay, whose eyes were still trembling.

He moved a little further away.

"It's always related to cause and effect..."

It's better to believe it than not.

Although it seems that all this has nothing to do with the "decayed body" and the "blood world pearl".

But think about it carefully...Hey, there are traces!

When Huang Quan accepted the Heavenly Man Five Decay in the South Region, he knew how the "Shu Jinmen" disappeared.

It seems that it has nothing to do with the Heavenly Man Five Decay!

But isn't that situation similar to what is happening on the Void Island now?

"One, two, maybe three?"

Huang Quan looked around and saw that there were many semi-saints present, and all of them had death on their faces!

There is no need for a suitable reason. If one of them suddenly dies, lies down, or disappears, it is all valid.

Because the Five Decays of Heaven and Man are present, the decaying body can silently bring bad luck to the people around, regardless of friend or foe.

The Blood World Pearl is present, one of the ten supernatural weapons, special enough to be called "the source of disasters and the guide of death." Look, it has successfully guided two people!

And they are both semi-saints!

"It's not me..." Celestial Being Wusei obviously noticed Lord Huangquan's strange gaze and realized something. He shook his head in a low voice and said, "I didn't cast a spell."

Under Huang Quan's mask, he frowned and stepped further away, "From now on, don't talk to me."

The gods and humans are at a loss for words.

After Huang Quan paused, he thought of something again and asked quietly: "Didn't you make a sacrifice just now?"

"right."

"Are you alive again?"

"yes."

"you"

At this point, Huang Quan's spiritual sense stirred, triggering the dangerous limit switch he had set for himself - it was unnecessary, and he could not communicate with the five deities of heaven and earth for more than three sentences.

He was rational and did not ask any more questions, fearing that he would be contaminated by something else. He whispered: "Find a time to escape first." "What about you?" Tianren Wushen was stunned. Are you planning to leave together?

"I will leave the Void Island first, and then I will pick you up. At least this way, one of us can escape from this place, and build a time and space channel outside, and I will not be interrupted by external forces."

"what about me?"

"As I said, you have to stay here first. Just find a place to hide. It seems that you won't die... Well, there is no need to answer this question."

The five declines of heaven and man: "..."

Huang Quan took the opportunity to disappear into the second space and time, and his figure faded away. Before leaving, he left behind a mission:

"If it's more chaotic, it would be better if a few more people die here. You can do it, but you don't have to go out of your way to do it. You just need to hide and be present."

The five declines of heaven and man: "..."

He stopped for a moment, remembered something, and said with a sad smile: "Master Huang Quan, have you ever thought about what guided you to leave now and where to go?"

Huang Quan's figure instantly solidified and his eyes were full of terror under the mask.

This trip to death?

Is this the guidance of the Blood World Pearl?

But looking back at the situation on Void Island, where could there be a more dangerous place and a place where it is easier to fall than staying here? "Shut your stinky mouth."

"Then I wish you a safe journey..."

"Shut up!"

"oh."

"By the way, if possible, where is Shi Zuying...?"

Huang Quan's voice paused, thinking of

The ancestor's shadow staff must be implicated in that person. He disappeared suddenly and didn't dare to stay any longer. "It's nothing, just leave it like that. Don't contact me if you have nothing to do... Well, don't contact me if you have something to do."

At the same time, Mei Jiren finally collected the Taicheng Sword.

Prajna Wu killed the Jiefang Tianji Divine Envoy, but it failed to bring much disturbance to his ancient well-intentioned state of mind.

To outsiders, this is an invulnerable hexagonal warrior and the strongest half-saint.

In Mei Jiren's eyes, this is just a toy made by a young person.

Very strong...

But limited.

There are actually many places to target, and even if it is placed on the Void Island, this toy becomes very difficult to deal with.

But once the restrictions are lifted, the third-rate red plums can be beaten, and the prajna-impossible ones can be beaten.

In other aspects, there are naturally other sword skills that can be targeted.

I can't find a point where I can defeat the Divine Envoy of Heavenly Secrets, and I feel that the Divine Envoy of Heavenly Secrets is invincible. This only proves that I haven't mastered the ancient swordsmanship yet.

After all, the Three Thousand Swordsmanship encompasses everything.

From this perspective, Tianjishu is just one of the great ways, nothing more.

"I wonder if Xu Xiaoshou can realize this..."

The remaining exclamation in the eyes of the eight master disciples was taken away without leaving any trace by the peripheral vision. Mei Jiren raised the right corner of her mouth slightly, then quickly lowered it.

He threw away the paper fan, steadying the rhythm, swaying it leisurely twice, letting the breeze blow on his face to carry away the heartfelt feeling in his heart, and then he looked at Xu Xiaoshou.

One breath, two breaths...

After waiting for three breaths, that was enough.

Mei Ji was already very experienced, so she smiled and said:

"how?"

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were straight and straight, circling back and forth on Mr. Erhao and Mr. Jiren who had lost their "souls". After going around several times, he finally managed to say:

"So, so strong"

That's it?

Mei Jiren suppressed the urge to raise her brows, but still had a cheerful expression on her face.

Soon he realized that it wasn't that Xu Xiaoshou couldn't give a higher evaluation to this sword and his teacher.

Rather, he was so shocked that for a moment he could only use a lack of words to describe what he saw and felt.

This makes sense.

Mei has encountered similar situations too many times.

To put it bluntly, doesn’t the sense of accomplishment of being a teacher come from this?

"How much have you learned?" he asked again.

"A little bit..." Xu Xiaoshou recalled the sword strike just now, but felt that his memory was gone, and he could not remember more. But these things were firmly eaten by the kendo disk, activating a large amount of information related to sword mastery.

What is forgotten does not necessarily mean that it is lost, it may be that it has settled down. At a certain point, if you accumulate it, a similar sword will come naturally.

"A little bit?" Mei Jiren was a little dissatisfied because he could tell that Xu Xiaoshou was not being humble this time, nor was he upholding the fine character of an ancient sword cultivator.

"A little bit." Xu Xiaoshou chuckled and said again.

The people of Meisi were satisfied.

He wanted to say something else, but suppressed these impulses again, shook the paper fan, folded it up, slung it behind him, and retreated to the backcourt.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt that this was the boss!

How can any real boss chant to himself "I'm from the West" when he appears on the stage, as if he is afraid that others will not know that he is a boss.

Look!

This is the true style of a swordsman.

Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace for a thousand miles, brush away your clothes when the matter is over, and hide your merit and fame. (Note)

Without saying a word, I let future generations comment on the merits and demerits.

Xu Xiaoshou could already hear various words of praise for Mr. Jiren being heard everywhere on Void Island after the deathly silence. They were rough, speculative, emotional, and so on:

"Damn! What a sword!"

"This is the second realm, is this Prajnawu?"

"Who said that ancient sword cultivators have declined? This special girl's is not bad.

Luo Luo, how many people from the spirit refining world can defeat Luo Gujian Cultivator? "

"It's the decline of ancient swordsmanship, not ancient swordsmanship... You only see the glory of others at this moment, but you don't know the bitterness of others behind their backs?"

"Indeed, but if Mr. Jiren hadn't showed mercy just now, wouldn't we have been able to get out?"

"Yes, yes, that gray soul prison kingdom is simply suffocating!"

The voices of discussion became louder and louder. As Xu Xiaoshou listened, he understood a little bit more.

It turns out that to gain passive value, you don't necessarily have to stand in the crowd and shout "I am actually a semi-saint". There are also people like Mr. Jiren who pretend to be gentle and silent... well, how to do it.

Secretly taking a look at his teacher, Xu Xiaoshou's evaluation was even higher.

Absolutely amazing!

Mr. Jiren really deserves the title of "Sword Master", but his face was expressionless, as if the sword strike just now had nothing to do with him, and it was not him who everyone was talking about.

At the same time, seeing everyone on the Void Island wake up, Xiao Da Zui hid the confusion in his eyes in time.

He held his chest high, his head held high, took a step forward, cast a sidelong glance at No. 2, who was only a puppet, and then glanced towards the scene of the Three Elephants Kudi, snorted and said:

"I told you, I don't even need to take action personally to deal with you."

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment.

Can you do this? You are so good at it!

Can you learn from my teacher? That is called "demeanor". You think you are not exposed early enough!

However, the spiritual alchemists on the island have to say that there are still people who respect the eight deities and are familiar with them, and it is impossible for everyone to think of anything from just one sentence.

There was the image of "Three Symbols of the Emperor" in front of me. For a moment, everyone was amazed when they heard that this sound was supposed to be a self-murmuring sound, but somehow it could still reach everyone's ears.

Naturally, there were more discussions about the "Eighth Sword Immortal", and almost half of "Mr. Ji Ren" was discussed.

Mei Jiren narrowed her eyes and silently glanced at a certain figure from behind.

A certain figure on the back clearly felt something, and a chill ran down his spine, but the words he blurted out were like splashing water. There was really nothing he could do except continue to maintain his demeanor and not look back.

After the stormy meeting, it rained for a moment.

The relief and relaxation of No. 2 being wiped out with one sword could not last long, because there was still one Yan Wuse who had not yet completely figured it out.

The Three Elephants Judi just arrests it, but cannot completely suppress or seal it to death.

In order to get true relief, in the current situation where the hatred value is completely full, it is necessary to completely bury one of the Three Emperors here and open up a way to escape from the Void Island.

After erasing No. 2, Xu Xiaoshou didn't even see Bazunzhen's back-up man. He really didn't want to stay like this and continue to be tricked.

He could easily think of Ba Zunzhen's plan:

Either he really has no other backup plan, and Mei Jiren is the biggest pawn in his plan.

Either this game is not the last moment he expected, so the backhand, or even himself, does not need to appear.

But the second one is even scarier!

Two saints have been killed, and the chess game is not over yet. How can we continue to stay in this miserable place?

By the time you have earned enough fame and passive points, you will have no life to spend!

"Teacher, old... ah, Master Bazun, what should we do next?" Xu Xiaoshou made up his mind, but still asked.

At this moment, before Mr. Jiren and the fake Eight Masters could reply, a shout floated from the distance, containing suppressed anger.

"Where is the underworld!"