I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Zhongyu Shengshentian, Kyoto.

A huge mouth suddenly opened above the bustling city, and a huge ghost beast with an indistinct shape rushed out of it.

The group of red clothes guarding in front of the crack in the different dimension instantly turned their backs.

"Holy power!

"

"This is holy power!"

"The White Stomach Palace Lord of Xuyue Gray Palace has reached the Holy Realm!"

"This is not something we can deal with at all, so we can only ask the Palace Master to act."

"Yes, my lord, please!"

Many red clothes stood upright at the same time.

In the capital, all the alchemists also looked up at the sky with solemn expressions.

Everyone put their right fists on their left chests, and shouted in unison:

"Pious all wishes, please surrender to God!"

"Pull the evil and eradicate the evil, eliminate the inhumane!"

boom!

A holy light descended from the sky.

The gigantic ghost beast couldn't even avoid it, and was wiped out in an instant. Seeing this scene, all the alchemists breathed a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

"Great, once Bai Zhou dies, there will be no more ghosts and beasts in the world."

"This world can finally restore peace."

Osmanthus folds the holy mountain.

The sword light streaked across the sky, and two figures fell down.

A panicked exclamation suddenly sounded, containing infinite fear: "Yu Tu!"

"Yucha, the head of the Seven Sword Immortals!"

"Acquainted with the eight deities?"

"Oh my god, the eight masters have also reached the realm of sword masters?"

"These two,

Killing the Holy Mountain? "

"Run, run!"

The two figures alone brought endless fear to the holy mountain.

The people of the Holy Mountain seem to have returned to the fear of being dominated by Yu Tu that day.

It's just that now not only Yu Tu, but also the Eight Masters who have liberated all their combat power have come to kill him.

"Report!"

"Gou Wuyue was defeated, Rao Jiansheng was defeated, and the ancient sword cultivator of the Holy Mountain was no match for Yu Tu and Ba Zunfan!"

"Report!"

"Ai Cangsheng was defeated, Dao Qiongcang was defeated, and Yu Lao was also defeated. The council dispatched six people, but they were no match for those two ancient sword cultivators!"

"Report..."

"There is no way, there is absolutely no way."

"This is no longer an enemy we can deal with, so we can only ask the Palace Master to act."

"Yes, we still have Lord Palace Master, we still have the last line of defense!"

It was only then that everyone seemed to have remembered something, and Qi Qi stood up solemnly, hammering their chests with their hands.

"Pious all wishes, please surrender to God!"

"Pull the evil and eradicate the evil, eliminate the inhumane!"

boom! boom!

Two rays of light descended from the nine heavens.

The light was so close that even Gu Jianxiu, who was in the realm of the sword master, couldn't react, and immediately penetrated and wiped out the two of them.

"This, this is the end?"

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Afterwards, Holy Mountain burst into appalling cheers.

"Great, the dark forces headed by Yucha have also been wiped out."

"This world is finally about to usher in true peace!" One figure after another landed on the holy mountain of Guizhe. After the war, after a while, the ten-member council was opened again.

This time, everyone arrived as scheduled, and they didn't dare to delay or be lazy.

After the nine figures on the side of the round table had finished taking their seats, a ray of light descended from the sky.

The light was so bright and dazzling, there were a few loud laughs from it, and then Yan Wushi strode out.

"Old Yan!"

"Master Yan!"

"I've seen Old Yan!

Everyone stood up and greeted him respectfully.

Yan Wuse nodded lightly, quickly walked across Dao Qiongcang who was sitting at the end, and stopped beside Yu Kunpeng without even looking at it.

"Yan Lao, what's the matter?"

Yu Kunpeng was so trembling that he didn't even dare to pick up the fishing rod under his feet, and began to reflect on himself whether he had done anything that angered others and disrupted peace recently.

"It's okay, what's your name, Bendi?"

"Old Yan..."

"Well, good, let's start the meeting."

Yan Wuse laughed loudly, sat on the main seat, and waved his hand, "Boy Dao, please analyze the current situation in Yanshen Continent!" Dao Qiongcang responded, bowed, and said:

"Since Yan Lao became a god, the space cracks in different dimensions no longer open on their own initiative."

"Now, the ghost and beast forces headed by Xuyue Huigong Baiwei have also been judged by Yan Shenzhiguang."

"After this, there will be no new ghost and beast forces on the mainland." "The mission of the red clothes is completed!"

"Very good." Yan Wuse nodded, "Then let Beihuai stop all actions, it's meaningless."

"yes."

"continue."

"Yes, Old Yan." Dao Qiongcang continued to report:

"The dark forces headed by Yucha and Bazun were finally wiped out of all their party members."

"The two of them were forced to kill the holy mountain in desperation, trying to restore the turmoil, but they were also judged by the light of Yan Shen, and they were already executed."

"Yama's rebellion is set."

"The dead disciples, villains, and desolate corpses of the three sticks of incense in the city of death and Buddha will no longer toss about."

"The Sinland of the Southern Territory, after the light of Yan Shen came down, has become a land of order by virtue of the chaos."

""

"From now on, peace will be restored on the mainland."

"In the land illuminated by the light of Yan Shen, there is no dark corner, and there is no unfair, unjust, or undisclosed thing."

On the side of the round table, everyone stood up together, bowed their heads and said:

"Congratulations to Yan Lao, congratulations to Yan Lao!"

"Yan Shen Continent has long-term peace and stability, and Yan Laojue has made great achievements!"

After hearing this news, Yan Wuse finally couldn't hold back the joy in his heart, and laughed loudly:

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"The emperor once said that all injustices in the world can be eliminated when the light shines on them."

"Now this emperor has never broken his promise, and the credit for it lies with the lords, and it is not the work of this emperor alone!"

Everyone looked happy and laughed together.

The laughter in the conference hall spread out from Guizhe Sacred Mountain, out of Kyoto, and spread throughout the five regions of the mainland.

Those who heard the sound were all peaceful and joyful, and felt as if they were bathed in the spring breeze, enjoying peace.

Meetings are held again and again, and peace is enjoyed within the four seas. With the light of Yan Shen, Yan Wuse descended to the earth and relieved many troubles for the people of the five regions.

Big and small, each has its own.

Finally, one day came, when another meeting was held, Dao Qiongcang stood up and shouted:

"Yan Lao, I have something to do, I hope that Yan Lao will approve it."

"explain!"

"Old Yan's disciple, Tasting Wing, has already grown his wings and reached the holy realm. I ask the ten-member council to add another member to let Chang Yi take a seat. Is it possible?" "This is a good thing!"

Yan Wuse was overjoyed, he had this intention long ago.

Chang Yi is his apprentice, one of the few light system spiritual masters, and he has made great achievements.

After entering the white clothes in the early years, counting, now it has been many years of experience. It just so happens that he is recruited and trained now, and he will be passed on to him later, so that he will be the next master of the Holy Spirit Hall, and he will enjoy his old age and play everywhere. Just as he was about to wave his hand to call someone, suddenly Yan Wushi frowned, his brain felt like a needle prick, it was extremely painful.

"Old Yan?"

"Master Yan?"

The darkness swept over everything, and when he woke up again, he was surrounded by worried people.

Their expressions seemed to be separated from their bodies, out of tune.

The surrounding environment is somewhat illusory and ethereal, as if floating in the clouds, full of unreality.

But soon, this spirit

The trance state is eliminated.

Yan Wuse supported his forehead and realized that everything was an illusion.

"I'm fine, let's continue talking and call Xiaoyi here." He remembered the content of the meeting just now, but it was interrupted due to his own health, so he chose to continue.

Business matters.

A light fell from the sky.

When Yan Wuse saw that light, it was like seeing himself when he was young. He couldn't help but curl up his lips, smiled and got up to hold his lover's hand.

"Little Wing..."

But the light stayed there, and the people inside refused to go out for a long time. "Little Wing?" Yan Wuse was stunned.

He walked to the front of the light, and there was no one inside!

"Winglet?"

"Wing tasting?"

Yan Wushi turned his head violently, his eyes were about to split.

He looked at Dao Qiongcang, and shouted fiercely: "Boy Dao, where is my beloved apprentice!"

Dao Qiongcang was also stunned, he clearly brought Chang Yi, why is there no one in the light?

"Gou Wuyue!"

Yan Wuse turned his head suddenly, and glared at Gou Wuyue: "This emperor asked Xiaoyi to practice in white clothes, what about others?"

Gou Wuyue was also dumbfounded.

Suddenly, his expression became lonely.

The entire meeting hall suddenly fell silent.

The screen changed.

Boom!

Gou Wuyue leaned on her sword and half knelt at the door outside the hall.

Yan Wuse found that he was no longer sitting in the first seat, but was sitting on the side.

That Dao boy actually held his Sinan and stood on the throne, with an uncertain expression.

Yan Wushi was upset.

He didn't correct the position problem in time, but chose to grasp the key point, and asked the person at the door: "Gou Wuyue, tell me, where is the old man's apprentice?"

Gou Wuyue lowered her head.

"Sorry, I couldn't protect him..."

There was a rumbling sound, like a thunderbolt passing through my mind.

Yan Wuse suddenly remembered, where did he seem to have seen this scene?

No!

Totally wrong!

Which time and space is this memory, how did it fly here? "Xiao, what's wrong with Xiaoyi?" Yan Wuse asked involuntarily following the picture in his memory.

Gou Wuyue couldn't raise her head, she leaned on the sword with one hand to support her body, and mournfully said: "In the Eight Palaces, Chang Yi died in battle, and died at the hands of the Eight Masters!" "Ah!!!"

"Ahhhhhh—"

Above the blood world, Yan Wushi was split into two, and the tearing roar sounded like it was about to completely shatter this place.

The well-sealed scar was torn open...

All the good dreams come to naught...

That last long-cherished wish was due to the separation of life and death brought about by the bubble phantom, which almost shattered his spirit!

He finished what was clearly an absolutely perfect life!

At the end, a man ran out suddenly and told him in a soft voice:

"you are wrong."

"Your life is actually just a dream."

"A short, only a few breaths of time, a dream that can never go back after waking up."

At the end of the dream, it ended with the dead apprentice, and ended with the nightmare ghost tearing it up.

How does this not teach despair?

In the blood world, the violent light exploded in all directions, and in the scene of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, it circulated twists and turns, and vented endlessly.

It was hard for Yan Wuse to restrain his out-of-control emotions.

He finally remembered that the most beautiful world didn't exist at all, it was just his wishful thinking.

If it weren't for Xiao Kongtong's cultivation base not reaching the holy realm, this sword might even have the possibility to travel across time and space and take him away who underestimated others.

No semi-holy incarnation will come out to bear it, and no one else will come out to save it...

Spiritual immersion into the second world, even if all the vital signs on the outside are still there.

People are also dead, and there is no possibility of recovery!

"Laugh Kongtong..."

Yan Wuse pulled his left half body with his left hand, and his right half body with his right hand, trying to get close to both.

In the end, the two halves of his body fused together, but left behind a line of blood from top to bottom that was difficult to repair.

He tried to erase the line of blood.

But this thing is like all the memories experienced in the second world, which are deeply branded into his memory like a spiritual brand, and are deeply branded on his body.

It's a disgrace!

It is indelible!

"Laugh Kongtong..."

"This Emperor, I will definitely kill you!"

"Ahhhhhh—"

call out!

Falling into the abyss, Xiao Kongtong fell straight as if all his energy had been drained.

Xu Xiaoshou's figure suddenly appeared, catching him and avoiding falling into the chaotic energy below the abyss.

That way, with Gu Jianxiu's fragile physique, he might be gone in an instant.

"died?"

The person in the arms has a peaceful face, leaving contentment.

His breathing is even, but his consciousness and soul seem to have entered a second world, no longer in the body.

"Not dead, but obviously overdrawn too much..."

"How can this be saved? There is no problem with the vital signs. It is clear that he can wake up at any time..."

Xu Xiaoshou slapped him across the face, but Xiao Kongtong didn't get angry and woke up. He slept peacefully and seemed unwilling to come back, maybe this is a side effect of the second world?

But Mei Jiren cut out Prajna Wuhou, is she like a normal person? Oh, also, it doesn't compare at all.

Thinking that Feng Xiaose's Wrath of the Great Red God could barely condense into shape, Xiao Kongtong's sword could be perfectly cut, which already surpassed the opponent by how many levels.

This sword is too outstanding!

It should not be compared with Mr. Jiren. Among his peers, Xiao Kongtong is second to none with this sword alone.

look back.

From the falling abyss to the south, a sword mark that was not hindered by anything was plowed by the sword light.

This sword mark is too exaggerated, it is shocking.

It separates mountains, rivers, jungles, swamps...

Passed through everything, leaving a strong mark on the void island, as if to divide the city in the sky into two.

"Is this the second world?"

"It has simply rewritten the layout of the void island!"

Xu Xiao was terrified, and after taking a long, deep breath, he found that the portrait avatar who went to hug Kongtong to laugh at him did not attract Yan Wuse's attack.

He knew that maybe somewhere, after receiving the sword, Yan Wushi was already unable to take care of himself.

At least, temporarily unable to take care of themselves.

Xu Xiaoshou's deity appeared in a hurry, threw Xiao Kongtong into the Yuan Mansion, and then disappeared again.

He didn't know how to treat Xiao Kongtong.

But at least keep him, and then hand them over to Bazun, maybe he has a way.

Thinking of the Eight Masters, Xu Xiaoshou felt angry for no reason.

What the hell is this guy waiting for? He has to wait until everyone is dead and at the end of his rope before he will show his face?

If your legs and feet are not good, let the storyteller carry you on your way!

However, before the portrait avatar was disbanded, there was a faint sound of surprise from the sky:

"This is, your sword?"

()

.