I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"If you don't have a firm heart, you should be punished!"

Dao Qiongcang turned to Dongyu Sword Cultivator again, this time he did not kill, but only punished slightly.

So the tenth century holy spirit array trembled, and the rays of light descended, purifying all the negative states of the sword cultivators, and then knocked them down to the ground, one by one, wailing again and again.

"The Lord of the Taoist Palace is wise!"

The alchemist on the side hurriedly helped his friends and comrades-in-arms, fearing that after these people were smashed, they would speak unscrupulously, and added: "The master of the Taoist palace helped you to get rid of the influence of the madness, and also used the holy light to help you strengthen your Taoism." , you must not mess around."

Eastern Region Sword Cultivator, how dare you mess around?

After getting up one by one, they bowed in fear and anxiety: "I was almost affected by that broken sword, and almost died. Thank you, Lord Taoist, for saving your life."

There is also a sword cultivator who is crazy about famous swords, staring at the situation of everyone around him, lost in thought.

"Famous sword?"

"In my impression, it seems that only the magic sword, the Lord of Thousand Soldiers, which has been lost for hundreds of years, can affect all swordsmen, to this extent..."

Someone was shocked: "Magic sword? You said that the broad sword above is the fourth sword in the twenty-one famous swords?"

"possible!"

"This magic sword has no sword bearer, and it can be so powerful. How strong should the top three swords be?"

"..."

Everyone was silent.

It turned out that it was the fourth in the list of famous swords, the demon sword and the demon lord who caused the semi-sage to make a move?

Rumors began to fly.

The phantom of Dao Qiongcang Shengnian in the sky, but after locking the magic sword, put its focus on the black dragon scale.

He wanted to move, and took down this weird thing together.

But after all, it was delayed by the magic sword.

Taking advantage of this time, the sound of the heartbeat inside the Sacred Emperor Dragon Scale,

It had already accelerated to the extreme, and finally came to an abrupt stop.

"thumping!"

The last dull heartbeat stopped, and everyone felt their souls trembling, with ominous premonitions in their hearts.

"This dragon scale has mutated again!" Master Huang Yang was close to him, and his Taixu spirituality was also strong. He could see strands of black devil energy escaping from the dragon scale. .

"Terrible, the last time the dragon scale mutated and a magic sword burst out, what will happen this time?" Hong Dang, the dragon subduing hand, looked shocked, and couldn't help but retreat a little.

The dragon scale in the distance fell into a high-frequency tremor.

The black magic energy dissipated with the tremors, filling the nine days in the blink of an eye.

The phantom of Dao Qiongcang's holy thoughts remained unmoved, and when the fairy sleeve was raised again, the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation was summoned to send down a purifying glow to eliminate these demonic energy.

"嗤" a sound.

This time, the much-anticipated good result did not appear.

The moment Xiaguang touched the magic energy, it was directly dyed black.

The black climbed up along the rays of the sun, penetrating into the Heavenly Mystery Dao pattern of the Tenth Era Holy Spirit Formation.

The holy and bright white Heavenly Mystery Dao pattern was also defiled in an instant, turning into a complete black.

Night, come!

"Oh My God……"

The spirit refiners in Dongtianwang City and Yunlun Mountains all fell into panic when they saw the surrounding world suddenly turned into a dark world filled with demonic energy.

The Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation temporarily replaced the world with a radius of 100,000 li and became the spiritual sustenance of everyone.

But this time, Xia Guang did not purify the magic energy, but was polluted instead.

Ever since, the whole world has become a hell on earth.

gloomy!

scary!

After the Heavenly Mystery Dao Rune was polluted, the magic energy began to permeate everything again.

In the black world, demonic energy emanated from the ground, and black liquid dripped from the tips of leaves in the forest. Even people were affected by the panic in their hearts, and each of them was bewildered and started talking nonsense.

"It's all demonized..."

Rao Yaoyao didn't expect that the Saint Emperor Dragon Scale possessed only a ray of power of the Devil Emperor Black Dragon, but it could have such a great influence on all people and things outside the Void Island.

She pondered for a while, and saw the restriction of Dao Qiongcang's shots across the two domains.

The power of the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation is limited. If you want to spend your holy power to help thousands of innocent alchemists, then besides that, the power you use to deal with the Devil Emperor Black Dragon will definitely be weakened.

The Demon Emperor Heilong is in the realm of the Holy Emperor, and Dao Qiongcang is a semi-holy one. He is already weak in the realm of cultivation. How can he be distracted from caring about mortals?

"Teng Shanhai, guard the crack of the void island, and notify me immediately if there is any other movement." Rao Yaoyao held the Xuancang Divine Sword and leaped to the side of Dao Qiongcang Shengnian phantom.

"What do you want to do?" Teng Shanhai was terrified.

A confrontation at the level of holy power, what can you, a little Seven Swordsman, do in the past?

You only talk about others and don't care about your own safety, right?

Rao Yaoyao took out a drop of holy blood calmly, with one red lip, swallowed it on the spot.

"Do something... within your power!"

She stopped talking, but closed her eyes, and slowly lifted the Xuancang Excalibur.

"Buzz!"

The sword intent of the void is vertical and horizontal, in the dark world surrounded by demonic energy, with the help of the holy power, a bright edge can be torn apart, and it will appear in the eyes of the demonized world.

"Red Dust Sword..."

Rao Yaoyao tapped her toes and jumped into the air, like a carp leaping into a lake, her figure became invisible and merged into the void.

"One Sword Refining Heart!"

The Xuancang Divine Sword turned into ripples in the center of the lake and sea, cutting towards thousands of alchemists who were infected by the demonic energy, and in the depths of everyone's souls, they started a head-to-head confrontation with the power of the black dragon of the devil emperor black dragon .

Rao Yaoyao's major is the love swordsmanship among the nine swordsmanship.

The first level of love swordsmanship, the Hongchen sword, is the experience of the state of mind.

This sword, Rao Yaoyao, never harmed the spiritual master at all, but under the action of the holy power, it split the power of the black dragon of the devil emperor black dragon into an obstacle on the road of thousands of spiritual masters to refine their minds.

As long as the spirit masters can overcome this layer of obstacles, not only can the influence of the power of the black dragon be eliminated in an instant, but also the level of mental state can be upgraded by more than one level.

pity……

Although the idea was good, Rao Yaoyao ignored the gap in strength level.

Even Dao Qiongcang's Tenth Era Holy Spirit Formation was tainted by the power of the black dragon. Her "Red Dust Sword", which can only be cut with the help of holy blood, is not even as good as the Tenth Era Holy Spirit Formation in terms of the breath of holy power alone. thread.

"puff!"

In just half a breath, Rao Yaoyao's figure was shaken back from the void, and blood spewed out when she opened her mouth, her eyes were full of horror.

On the road of mental state experience, her sword can't even transform the power of the black dragon, let alone help all the spiritual masters.

to no avail!

"Rao Yaoyao, don't force it, this is a duel at the level of holy power, you have not stepped into this step yet." A melancholy voice came from my ear.

Rao Yaoyao turned her head and looked at the phantom of Dao Qiongcang's holy thought.

She knew that this was Dao Qiongcang's admonition.

But she wouldn't listen.

"The Devil Emperor Black Dragon took great pains to send out its dragon scales. There must be a mystery in it, and the blockade of the Heavenly Dao in the Holy God Continent is against everyone. You are the master of the main hall. Can there be exceptions and you can exert your half-holy full power?" Rao Yaoyao analyzed calmly.

After a pause, she continued to transmit the voice: "The Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation, you used it to seal time and space and prevent the Holy Emperor from escaping. You have already spent a lot of energy, and you have to spend more energy to solve the troubles of ordinary alchemists. How much energy is left to deal with the Holy Emperor Dragon Scale?"

The phantom of Dao Qiongcang's holy thought was silent, as if Rao Yaoyao had hit the mark.

Looking at the battle situation in the Yunlun Mountains, everyone thought that he was a semi-sage in the sky, and the scenery was infinite.

But in fact, only people at the level of Rao Yaoyao know about the difficulties of Dao Qiongcang.

"Reserve your strength to deal with the troubles of Dragon Scale and Spiritualist, and I'll take care of them." Rao Yaoyao wiped off the blood from the corner of her mouth. The power of the holy blood has been increasing crazily with time, and she spoke with strong confidence.

The phantom of Dao Qiongcang's holy thought only paused for a moment, and stopped stopping, saying: "Do what you can, remember, your life is more important than the sum of all the people present."

Impatientness flashed across Rao Yaoyao's eyes: "Don't tell me these things!"

After saying that, she no longer paid attention to the semi-holy sky, leaped up into the sky again, and raised the Xuancang Excalibur over the top.

Holy blood, to put it bluntly, is only half holy blood.

The Seven Sword Immortals, to put it bluntly, are only in the realm of Taixu.

With the previous sword "Red Dust · Refining Heart", Rao Yaoyao knows very well how big the gap is between the power of the Holy Emperor and the power below the holy level.

valley

This gap, to outsiders, will not be able to make up for a while.

Rao Yaoyao is different.

She raised her eyes slightly, stared devoutly at the divine sword Xuancang, and murmured: "It's up to you..."

The Xuancang Divine Sword, one of the five great artifacts of chaos, is the treasure that suppresses luck at the headquarters of the Holy God Hall on the Guizhe Holy Mountain. This operation was invited out of the mountain, and the plan was nothing more than to deal with the current emergency situation.

If there is any external force in this world that can counter the power of the Holy Emperor.

Then there should be only the power of luck that has been conceived in the Xuancang Divine Sword for thousands of years, and has been blessed by many semi-sages and even holy emperors.

The power of luck in the Temple of the Holy God!

Similarly, it also represents the power of luck in a part of the Holy Spirit Continent!

Rao Yaoyao stood out of nowhere, with a solemn expression, let go of the sword in his hand, pointed his hands together, and crossed them in front of his chest.

"Xuancang, open!"

A clear chirp.

The Xuancang Divine Sword was obviously not held by the sword-bearer, but at this moment, it spun sideways at high speed in front of Rao Yaoyao.

Accompanied by the rotation, wisps of power of luck flew out like a canary, like the first ray of dawn lighting up the night, demonizing the bottom of the eyes of the alchemist in the audience, flashing the light of hope.

One Hundred Thousand Miles of Darkness.

The ground is full of mad spirit refiners scratching and neighing.

The sky is a female sword fairy in elegant clothes, leading the sword and breaking the game.

Sword Immortal's Edict, Qi Luck Transformed.

The divine sword flutters, and the birds lead the dragons to chant.

"Aw--"

In a short while, a large amount of power of luck escaped from the Xuancang Excalibur turned into a five-clawed golden dragon, soaring upwards, directly breaking through the blockade of the black Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation.

Rao Yaoyao's eyes burst out at the same time, and she grabbed the high-speed spinning sword Xuan Cang with one hand, and her dress was rustled by the air waves.

"The Ruthless Sword..."

The resonant dragon chant disappeared when Rao Yaoyao held the sword, and the golden dragon of luck also followed her, and merged into her body from the state of wandering in the sky.

"Slay the devil!"

A sword cut horizontally.

The sword blessed with the power of luck directly pierced through the void, unreasonably blasting at the power of the black dragon deep in the souls of all the alchemists.

Not discouraged.

Never converted.

At this moment, Rao Yaoyao did not choose a detour, and used the power of the black dragon in another way to let the alchemist get rid of it by himself.

Because she gets it.

Ordinary spiritual masters can't defeat the power of the black dragon alone.

And her sword, with the blessing of the Luck Golden Dragon, no longer needs to be detoured.

"boom!"

Cut off with one sword.

Gold replaced black.

The 100,000-mile dark world was replaced by brilliance, and the Tenth Century Holy Spirit Formation returned to restore light.

As for the crazy spirit refiners, the blackness in their eyes was also dyed with golden light, and finally returned to their due clarity.

"what happened?"

"what happened……"

Everyone spread their hands, feeling that they had changed, but they couldn't tell what the change was.

"This is the second level of love swordsmanship, Wang Qing sword?" On the other side, Teng Shanhai's one-eyed man had already looked straight.

The demeanor of Rao Yaoyao's sword is too outstanding.

Using the Wangqing Sword, the second state of the Nine Great Swordsmanship, directly made the thousands of spiritual masters present forget their own demonic desires in the depths of their souls.

Then, everyone regained their sobriety!

This swordsmanship attainment...

What a horror!

Teng Shanhai couldn't believe that Rao Yaoyao, who was in the same Taixu realm as him, was able to slash with such a sword.

"So, is this the difference between Seven Sword Immortals and ordinary Tai Xu?"

Teng Shanhai felt bitter in his heart.

In the past, Teng Shanhai didn't care about Seven Swords Immortal, the highest combat power under the semi-sages widely rumored in the mainland.

He always felt that among the Seven Sword Immortals, except Yu Tu, Hua Changdeng, etc., in the realm of Taixu, they possessed the power comparable to that of the semi-sages, and that was because of their individual strength.

But these individuals are an exception!

Others, simply can not match their achievements.

Today, however, Teng Shanhai saw a different style.

Rao Yaoyao too little shot with all his strength.

Teng Shanhai didn't even know before that Rao Yaoyao's understanding of the Nine Swords and Zhongqing swordsmanship has reached the second level.

It is said that if you give the Seven Swords Fairy a sword, the Sword Fairy will be able to defeat the Half-Saint.

But the enemy right now is Saint Emperor Longlin!

Although Rao Yaoyao was able to slay the black dragon's power of the holy emperor's dragon scale with a single sword, it was said that he borrowed the power of luck from the Xuancang Divine Sword.

But this power of luck has to be borrowed by someone who has the ability

Just like him Teng Shanhai...not at all!

Rao Yaoyao's sword is nothing more than declaring to the world: "Sword Immortal" plus "Divine Sword" is equal to "the power of the Holy Emperor"?

"Successful..."

Slashing out with a sword, the world returned to clarity, Rao Yaoyao had an inexplicable look in his eyes.

In the last sword "Red Earth Refining Heart", she did not destroy the power of the black dragon, but through a direct confrontation, she clearly understood the gap between herself and the Holy Emperor. This is a valuable experience.

This sword "eliminating demons" made her firm in her heart.

Gu Jianxiu is not the only one who can achieve perfection in the eight masters.

He holds four swords, the ability to overwhelm generations.

I take the divine sword Xuancang, and Taixu can defeat the Holy Emperor Longlin!

At this moment, Rao Yaoyao's heart was strengthened, and the self-confidence that had been unconsciously lost for decades was regained.

And the three mountains of swordsmanship that have been pressing on her heart, Yu Tu, Hua Changdeng, and Ba Zun Fan, seem to have begun to collapse.

"Crack!"

Rao Yaoyao heard the sound of her bottleneck breaking.

Her eyes brightened, she knew that if she took this step, she might have reached the third realm of love swordsmanship and the qualification to be a semi-sage of swordsmanship!

However, at this time, Dao Qiongcang's extremely calm voice sounded in his ears: "Rao Yaoyao, where is the Golden Dragon of Luck?"

"Huh?" Rao Yaoyao was startled.

She just slashed out with a sword, borrowing the power of luck from the divine sword Xuancang.

It stands to reason that after the sword is cut, the Luck Golden Dragon will also return to the body of the Xuancang sword, and re-breed without consuming a single cent.

You can check now...

"Golden Luck Dragon, gone?"

Rao Yaoyao's heart stopped suddenly.

That is the power of luck that has been bred for thousands of years in the Temple of the Holy God, which is close to one-tenth of the power of luck!

Why didn't you come back?

How can you not come back?

How can you not come back? !

Rao Yaoyao's pretty face was instantly livid, and then all blood disappeared, and her whole body began to tremble.

"Lucky Golden Dragon, where did you go?"

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