I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

City of Dead Buddhas, at the corner of Cross Street.

The eight gods know how to spread their voices to the five domains, even the city of the Dead Buddha has rules and restrictions, and the power of the Holy Emperor also broke the restrictions, and the voices were transmitted to the ears of all the villains on this bloody land.

On the long cross street full of bloody smell, the sounds of countless people reveling can be heard.

This group of people will be forced to fall into this disorderly place, and most of them are desperate. Of course, they are willing to see the mainland in turmoil, and the five regions are bloody.

If this can be done, Ai Cangsheng will no longer look down and lose attention to the City of the Dead Buddha.

Everyone has a chance to break through the restrictions here and return to the Holy Spirit Continent, why not celebrate?

Strand.

In the black underground arena, villains are fighting in full swing.

Outside the promenade, a slim woman walked quickly.

She has applied a little makeup, her makeup is exquisite, her eyes are watery, and her eyes are shining. She only covers her body with a tube top and light gauze, her shoulders are bare, and the spring is faintly visible.

Wherever it passes, there are bursts of fragrance left behind, and in every frown and smile, it also has the unique charm of mature women.

In this arena full of masculinity, such a stunning beauty, even if she just passed by from outside the long corridor, could not help but attract everyone's attention.

"Aunt Xiang?"

"Why is she here? She seldom comes to the arena on the East Street, does she come here because of something? It should... come to look for Brother Shenyi!"

"I heard that the voice of the Eighth Sword Immortal just came from outside. I don't know why it can reach the corner of the cross street. It's amazing... I heard that there are still people in the Holy God Continent imitating the Eighth Sword Immortal, but this time the imitation is very good. , too similar?"

There was a lot of discussion in the arena.

When such a stunning beauty passed by, the gladiators in the arena didn't even bother to fight, and all stopped to watch.

Some even whistled and showed lewdness in their eyes.

"You're crazy!"

As soon as the whistle sounded, someone was startled immediately, and the mouths of the people around them were tightly shut.

"This is Brother Shenyi's woman, this is Aunt Xiang, you dare to whistle, do you think it will take your life?"

"Shenyi, Aunt Xiang... who is it?" Some newcomers who joined Shizijiejiao and Dongjiejiao soon wondered.

"Have you heard of 'Slaying the Red Dust and Fighting the Ghost Gate'? Have you heard of 'Ghost Gate Pass, God is called God'? These two are not only the boss of the East Street, but also the boss's woman, also, they are also in the two legends. The 'leading actor' and 'actress' among them!"

"Hiss..." The newcomer gasped when he heard the words, and immediately came to his senses, and said in surprise, "The two of the ten seats? The man who snatched the one he loves back from the gate of hell and fought against the god of death?"

"Hmph, what do you think!"

"I was wrong, I was wrong..."

...

The charming woman called Aunt Xiang didn't care about the many men in the arena.

In normal times, she might have stopped and used the deadly scent to stop these bad-mouthed guys for a while.

But now, the timing is too critical.

She walked through the corridor and came to the innermost room of the arena on East Street. Without knocking on the door, she stretched out her hand and pushed the door open.

"Who!" A sullen voice came from the dim room, as heavy as thunder, and the sound shook.

"Me." As soon as Aunt Xiang raised her sleeves, a pink fragrance danced out of the light gauze.

In an instant, the room lights up.

Among the various exercise equipment inside, a bald man with a naked upper body and full of muscles sniffed his nose, put down the exercise equipment, turned around in surprise, and said, "Xiang'er?"

Aunt Xiang smiled, turned around and fell into the arms of the man.

She slid her green fingers across the man's chest, landed on the chunky abdominal muscles, flicked away the beads of sweat, stroked the breath that belonged to her, and said with a charming smile: "Why? Even I can't enter your room? "

The burly man has a resolute face, his contours are as tough as knives and axes, and he has been cold all his life, but at this moment, his eyes turned into tenderness, and he only stared at the woman in his arms and said: "I am afraid that outsiders will come in... It is you If so, there are no restrictions."

"How dare an outsider enter your room so rudely? You are the master of the East Street, the elder brother of the 'Gate of Hell, God is called God'~" Aunt Xiang said in a melodious manner, and even rolled her eyes a little bit, full of flair .

The burly man also laughed immediately: "It's not for you..."

"Don't talk about it."

The two only exchanged a few words of pleasantries, and Aunt Xiang jumped to the topic, her pretty face was full of dignity, and said: "Your elder brother's voice..." She slightly raised her eyes and looked up.

Aunt Xiang is already very tall.

But God, who was more than two meters tall and a head and a half taller than her, also heard the words, nodded slightly and said: "Yes, I heard it too."

Aunt Xiang asked with some concern: "It is he who is about to make a move, and needs our cooperation? But you have not been in touch for so many years... Could it be fake? know what's going on outside..."

Shen also scratched his head, and replied: "I will not remember the voice of the elder brother wrongly, he is just informing me that I may need to act in advance."

"You idiot!" Aunt Xiang reprimanded a little, hiding her uneasiness, and whispered, "You have not seen each other for so many years, actually...if, I mean if...if we can stay In this place...you see, the dangers outside cannot come in, and we don't take the initiative to go out, isn't it a good choice?" She spoke intermittently, revealing expectations and inquiries.

Shen also smiled slightly, gently stroked the hair of the woman in his arms, shook his head and said: "Impossible, Ai Cangsheng has been staring at me, he will not let me grow up, once I have signs of canonization, he I must personally end the situation and completely solve the disaster.”

In Shizi Street, you can talk about the holy name without any scruples, because half-sages are not allowed to enter this space unless they pay a big price.

And the half-sage who paid a big price to enter the cross street corner was suppressed by the rules even more terrifying, and his strength was not even as good as ordinary Taixu.

Therefore, the semi-holy will not easily come to the corner of the cross street in the city of the dead Buddha.

Aunt Xiang was silent for a long time, raised her eyes and persuaded: "You don't have to be canonized! It's been so many years, haven't you all come here?"

Shen Yi smiled and said: "You also know that I have been suppressed for more than 20 years. Now, even the power of the rules at the corner of the cross street is almost unable to restrain me... A genius, even if he wants to be ordinary, he is doomed to be ordinary all his life. I still want to return to the Holy Spirit Continent."

Aunt Xiang pursed her lips, then bent the corners of her lips, and said worriedly: "It's dangerous outside..."

"Yes, but for you, I'm not even afraid of the god of death. I'm afraid of the little one who loves the common people? Are you afraid of Beihuai? Are you afraid of the families of the five great emperors?" Shenyi hugged her, turned around and put her on the bed, showing his body Sweating, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll go wash it first, and I'll come later."

"..." Aunt Xiang tightened her gauze skirt, grabbed the bed sheet with her hands, looked at the man's back, and said with a bit of sternness, "I, I came here to talk about business!"

"This is the business." Shen also walked into the bathroom, closed the door casually, and then a voice came through the door:

"I have figured out the guidance of resentment, and I also have clues to the mysterious entrance of the 'Inverted Pagoda'. The key to suppressing the power of divinity may only take a short time before I can enter."

"At that time, if you consecrate it inside, Ai Cangsheng will not be able to detect it."

"I'll take you out of the corner of the cross street after I can become a saint. In this world, no one can stop us, not even the Holy Emperor, as I said."

Downturning the pagoda, complaining about the Buddha... Aunt Xiang didn't listen to the big words behind her man, but just wandered off in her own thoughts.

The first half of what God also said was the real purpose of his husband and wife coming to the corner of the cross street: to find the inverted pagoda, to find a place that can be consecrated and not discovered by the rules of the Holy Spirit Continent.

But decades have passed, and there is still no result.

To outsiders, the corner of the cross street is a place of killing.

For them, after so many years, they got used to it. After they got used to it, it was like a paradise.

Aunt Xiang was thinking, there is nothing to contend with here, if you can die here without going out, what a wonderful thing it would be?

"pity……"

Aunt Xiang sighed, she knew it was impossible.

Although she is still some distance away from becoming a saint, Shenyi is the first batch of strong men in the previous generation.

With Shen Yi's talent, if it wasn't for saving his own life among the ten seats, he could even stand shoulder to shoulder with Quileihan, Bazun Fan, Dao Qiongcang, Beihuai and other supreme figures.

Even, for himself, at the end of the ten seats, he used his own strength to win another seat, just to bind his name with him forever.

"This idiot..."

Thinking about it, Aunt Xiang couldn't help blaming slightly, but happiness was written all over her face.

At this time, the door of the bathroom was pushed open, the man scratched his head, leaned out his upper body, and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm used to closing the door casually, you were also soaked in my sweat just now, so..."

He looked up and down, raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to wash together?"

...

The eight gods know how to spread their voices to the five domains, shocking the world.

It wasn't just Sanyue Immortal City, the Burial Sword Tomb, and the cross street corners of the City of Dead Buddha that were alarmed.

For example, the Banyue Residence in the Southern Region, Damoling in the Western Region, and the hometown of Huaxiang, one of the Seven Bans in the Northern Region, all had corresponding movements after hearing the sound at the same time.

However, it is very hidden.

If it wasn't for the insiders of their respective secret organizations, basically they wouldn't be able to see anything unusual.

The Siling Mountain in the Central Region, where the Holy Palace is located, was also in turmoil.

Because the central point of the storm mentioned in the words of the Eight Masters is surprisingly one of the places of trial that the Holy Palace pays close attention to this time-Eastern Heavenly King City!

The trial of the royal city is related to the subsequent trial of the holy palace, and it is even more related to the future of the holy palace.

During the normal period of the Holy Palace, it will not respond to any movement from the Holy Spirit Continent, because this is the mission of the Holy Spirit Palace.

The holy palace will always maintain a transcendent status, and their goal is to cultivate saints.

But now it's different.

What happened in the Yunlun Mountains endangered the future of the Holy Palace. The "Consecration of the Daoist Foundation" is not important, and it may even be just a "false clue" released by the "False Eight Masters".

The Holy Palace only knows that they must send more people to the Yunlun Mountains in the Eastern Heaven Realm to protect the future seedlings of the Holy Palace.

As for whether he would be involved in the center of the storm by accident, or even accidentally win the "Secret Dao Foundation" during the journey, that is all accidental.

Holy Palace, don't talk about accidents.

...

Osmanthus folds the holy mountain.

Dao Qiongcang, who sits at the headquarters of the Holy God Hall, received all kinds of urgent bulletins from the major branches of the five domains in a short period of time.

Thousands!

The major dark forces that were previously hidden under the iceberg have sprung up like mushrooms after the rain after the "Sound Spread to the Five Realms".

Those forces on the surface were even more undisguised, and with a little excuse, they ran to the East Heavenly King City, which was the center of the storm.

—all messed up!

Dao Qiongcang knew that his incarnation of holy thoughts failed to stop the last disaster of Dragon Ball when he was in the Yunlun Mountains, and might bring "disaster" to himself.

But he really didn't know that this "disaster" could make people so dizzy!

"Eight Masters, Eight Masters..."

Swipe back left and right, let them deal with those troublesome news reports, and look at the sky above the holy mountain, their eyes are full of admiration.

"I originally thought that suppressing the news of your birth in the White Grotto would not bring much turmoil to the mainland."

"I never thought that your rebound after bottoming out gave me a head-on crit."

Dao Qiongcang held Sinan in his left hand, and stretched out his right hand, as if he was touching the net of rules in the vast world.

He didn't feel discouraged, it seemed that such a major event that made the whole world crazy, still failed to shake the ripples in his Gu Jingbubo state of mind.

After staring at the sea of ​​clouds on the holy mountain for a long time, Dao Qiongcang raised the corners of his lips and muttered to himself:

"interesting."

"This chess game is getting bigger and bigger and more interesting."

...

East Heaven Realm, near the Yunlun Mountains.

In a word, the Eight Masters, who have driven countless spiritual masters all over the world crazy, have left the void island at this time, and with the support of the storyteller, they are hiding in XZ in the space crack.

"Brother, are you crazy?"

"Why waste so much energy, shouting that voice yourself, can't let the master of the black veins do it? You have broken your body, what should you do?"

The storyteller supported the soft and boneless Bazun, feeling that he only needed to push...

No!

Not even a push.

He just needs to let go of the eight masters and let the space storm rage.

The first saint slave will die in front of his eyes; the eighth sword fairy will be buried in a place that no one knows.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ba Zun Fan coughed violently, wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his lips after coughing, and then said: "Is there anyone in the world who knows the black dragon, and who doesn't know Ba Zun Fan?"

"If I don't use my name, everyone in the world will be an idiot, and you will be attracted by a random word from someone who doesn't know where it is?" Ba Zun smiled.

The storyteller's lips parted slightly, but he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

yes.

In the five regions of the Holy Spirit Continent, is there any more exaggerated and explosive information than the resurrection of the Eighth Sword Immortal?

After brother's words, the five regions and the four seas were shaken several times.

How can his influence be comparable to that of the Demon Emperor Black Dragon who will be forgotten by everyone immediately after saying his name?

Thinking of the Devil Emperor Black Dragon, the storyteller became a little worried: "This time entering the Void Island, although the plan is close to perfection, why let the Devil Emperor... the Lord of the Black Veins carry out this task? Accident?"

"No accident." Bazun cleared his throat and said with hemoptysis. The taste of the space storm is not good. Now he can only walk through the space cracks by relying on storytellers.

The storyteller curled his lips and said: "Obviously there is the third ancestor of Baimao who can use it, Jinzhao... Didn't that ancestor still have Jinzhao's lineage in the Holy God Continent, and it has been passed down to Xu Xiaoshou's generation. , why not use him?"

"It's just because I'm one of my own people, so I can't use it first. After all, it takes a lot of time to get it out, and the price is too high." Bazun explained, this is something that has never been mentioned in the battle plan, and now it is an afterthought, and the storyteller can ask ask.

Saint Emperor Cannian... Thinking about the power of the Devil Emperor Black Dragon, the storyteller was a little worried: "Brother, do you think there is a possibility that its Cannian came out but was not completely wiped out?"

Bazun sneered: "That Taoist Saobao is not an idiot. He is more afraid of the power of the Holy Emperor than I am. I just need to get the black dragon out. He has desperately summoned the power of the Holy Emperor, so he has to help me get rid of it." To eradicate the scourge is an open conspiracy, and he has no choice."

The storyteller was speechless, only feeling that his brain was not enough for this kind of high IQ confrontation.

What kind of psychology is it that can make a person trust his opponent so much that he will help him clean up a person who is more like a teammate than an opponent?

After a long silence, the storyteller felt that it was not suitable for him to think about this matter.

In his view, there are too many links in the combat plan that require the cooperation of the opponent, and these links are all crucial.

The opposite is already known as the unpredictable Dao Qiongcang, how dare my brother play like this!

But the "sound spreads to the five realms", the storyteller's incarnation outside his body also heard it, and he himself knew that the battle plan was completely successful.

"It's because I don't understand this world anymore..." the storyteller sighed silently.

Before entering the void island, he still had doubts about whether the strength of the nine holy slaves could push the waves of the times.

Now, there is no doubt at all.

"Brother is awesome!" He praised with starry eyes.

"It's just that we have the advantage of being the first to make the move." The eight masters waved their hands, weakly, "Going out this time, it's our turn to face the overall situation of the Holy Spirit Hall."

"What bureau?" the storyteller asked.

"You think I'm a god, able to see the future?" The eight gods snorted.

The space rift finally came to an end.

When the light appeared, the storyteller walked back to the land of the Holy God Continent with the help of the eight gods.

He tilted his head.

The Yunlun Mountains, East Heavenly King City, and Void Island are all in the distance!

"The last son?" The storyteller looked at Ba Zunfan.

In "Sound from the Five Realms", the eight gods promised to give the world the magic sword and the demon lord, the holy spar of the root of the sage, and endless treasures.

But so far, only the magic sword has been realized.

The power of Dragon Ball faded in the end, and the red-clothed army led by Rao Yaoyao was even more eyeing from the crack of the void island.

If the treasure really wants to spew out from that crack again, it will just enter the enemy's pocket again.

And when the plan is completed, how can the Eight Venerables continue to fund the Holy Spirit Hall out of their own pockets?

He stood on the ground where no one was looking, and looked at the crack of the Void Island in the distance for a long time. It seemed that he saw the tense people in front of the crack through endless space.

"Look, here I am..."

The eight masters laughed lightly, shook their heads, tapped the space, and turned to leave.

"Crack!"

A trace blooms in the space.

Then, this crack in space spread to the sky, like a butterfly effect, sweeping across the entire void in an instant.

"Ka Ka Ka..."

In the Yunlun Mountains, the East Heavenly King City, and even the nearby 100,000-mile boundary, the sky is fragmented and shattered like a mirror. There are shimmering lights in the darkness, like thousands of magic eyes opening in the sky!

Under the horrified eyes of countless alchemists, accompanied by the infinite sound of swooshing, the endless treasure wrapped in the power of the Holy Emperor is like a meteor shower passing through.

The seventy-two dragon element array formed by the red clothes was shattered in an instant.

The most precious meteor hit the faces of the pilgrims.

At this moment, the earth boiled!

"Fuck, there is really a treasure, the Eight Masters, he didn't deceive us, he really gave us something for free!"

"Hurry up, this is the opportunity to become a saint, this is the era of the saints!"

"Hands fast, hands slow!"

"kill!!!"

Rao Yaoyao looked at this natural disaster... No, it was a man-made disaster. Her hand holding the Xuancang Divine Sword was shaking, and she was completely powerless to stop it.

Half-holy power is fine.

This batch of treasures is more than the sum of the previous two waves, and it is the power of the Holy Emperor. What can she do to stop it?

Dao Qiongcang is gone, what can she do to stop her!

Lost the focus of sight, Rao Yaoyao tried hard to find the initial birth point of this space crack.

After a long time, she followed the traces to find it.

But looking from a distance, there was no one there, not even a trace of someone passing by.

At the same time, misty singing rang out in the ears of all the treasure-hunting spirit masters.

Everyone stopped the treasure hunt for a while and listened carefully, because it was like the whisper of a god, full of temptation.

Rao Yaoyao frowned, but she also listened, she couldn't figure out Ba Zun's intentions in doing things, and she was afraid that this was another conspiracy of his.

However, this time, what was transmitted to everyone was no longer a lethal voice, but a chant full of jokes, as if mocking all living beings.

"I passed through the White Grotto, talking with the darkness..."

"I'm a guest on Void Island, and I'm making friends with the Holy Emperor..."

"I was fishing in the Yunlun Mountains, and I wish you all the joy..."

After a pause, the voice became more cadenced, more ethereal, more free and unrestrained.

"I came from the west and staggered eastward with the current."

"Watch life in the daytime, sleep with ghosts in the evening."

"The mayfly guesses what I want, and the cool wind extinguishes the candle wax."

"Drunk drinking the water of the world, wake up like the fairy Chacha."

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