I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"escape!"

"How far, how far you escape, you can never turn back!"

"I want to live, I have to live, for the sake of Xingyue, and for myself!" In the dark time and space, an ethereal and intermittent sad song shuttled rapidly.

It broke through the space storm, passed through the land of disorder, and broke through from the unknown, but it was able to use the aura of the Holy Spirit Continent as a direction marker to escape successfully.

Rao Yaoyao ushered in a ray of dawn in despair. Knowing that she could never turn back, she held on tightly. This time, if he can't successfully escape from Xu Xiaoshou's pursuit, Xingyue Singer's military solution will be useless.

She Rao Yaoyao has no face to face the past and accept the future like rebirth. Xingyue Singer's swan song is very strong, combined with Rao Yaoyao's swordsmanship, he quickly successfully passed through the darkness.

But when the dawn breaks and light appears in front of him, the familiar Yunlun Mountains and the familiar aura of the Holy Spirit Continent's rules come into view.

Rao Yaoyao was momentarily confused.

"Come out?" She was puzzled that she could escape so quickly. Although Gu Jianxiu's fighting strength is high, he still puts his sharpness first.

Therefore, it is not easy for Bansheng to break through the ban on Void Island and successfully travel back to the Holy God Continent, but it is by no means impossible.

However, after all, it was too fast! After all, it wasn't Rao Yaoyao who took the initiative to solve the sky, but Xingyue Singer Bingjie, there is no reason to come out so soon.

Moreover, the Void Island had been visited by Yaoyao before, and it was indeed impossible to enter or exit. In the current situation, it seems that someone is opening the door for her.

This is what keeps her from getting lost in the shattered flow of time and space. She doesn't just come out and land randomly, but arrives at the most familiar Yunlun Mountains as scheduled.

Internal response?

"Who is it?" Rao Yaoyao's sixth sense told her that something was wrong, but she had no time to think.

Because as soon as it broke through the shattered stream of time and space, Rao Yaoyao's only remnant soul felt a great threat.

It was as if something was chasing after it, and it was about to catch up with the horse behind it.

"It's Xu Xiaoshou!" Rao Yaoyao had mixed feelings in her heart, without even thinking about it, she knew that it was Xu Xiaoshou who refused to let her go.

With the last ounce of strength, she used a ray of holy thought to urge the power of Xingyue Singer's swan song, and spread her appearance.

"Woo--" The mournful sound of sword weeping swayed across the entire Yunlun Mountains in an instant. Half holy! All of a sudden, all the spiritual masters in the Yunlun Mountains felt it, and looked forward to it.

There are sword cultivators, there are ancient sword cultivators, and there are sword masters whose weapons are spiritual masters... All the spiritual swords trembled at the same time, feeling the sorrow of Xingyue Song Bing Jie.

This sadness was passed on to their respective masters through the spirit sword, and then spread across the entire Yunlun Mountains. Not long after, sword cries appeared even in the East Heavenly King City.

"what happened?"

"Another semi-holy descended. This time, he is still a sword cultivator?"

"No, look at this movement, it should be an ancient sword cultivator. The old man made a bold guess, and it should have something to do with the city of the sky." ——Conferred the foundation of the saint, the place of burial!

Countless people remembered something, held their swords tightly, looked sideways, and all looked in the direction of Guyinya in the Yunlun Mountains.

That was the center of the storm, and a little residual sound flew away at this moment, and after the grief passed, the sword face was nowhere to be seen.

"Xingyue Singer!" In front of the head of the spirit mirror, he gave up his plan to break through the city wall of the Void Island with reckless power, and chose to spend the rest of his time with his great-granddaughter, Yu Lao, who stood up suddenly.

"Grandpa Yu?" Yu Zhiwen stood up after him, a little confused.

"You are still young, and you have only seen Rao Yaoyao use Xuancang, but you don't know that she was wearing a sword before that was a star-moon singer. This should be the voice of that spirit sword..." Yu Lao paused, looked around,

"Girl Rao came out?" He didn't find Rao Yaoyao. In other words, Mr. Yu is subconsciously looking for a specific and complete person.

And after Xingyue Singer's Bingjie power disappeared completely, Rao Yaoyao was left with only a little remnant. ——The last breath that was supposed to be completely wiped out under the fingers of Jumian Jumian, but was saved!

"Rao Jianxian is back?" Yu Zhiwen never doubted Grandpa Yu's words. She moved when she heard the sound, and pulled out a small star-studded disk, which was very thin and light, with her fingers dancing lightly, Yin Jue punched into it.

The guidance on the "magnificent" is impressively under the feet.

"Yunlun Mountains..."

"She's really in the Yunlun Mountains, she's back!" Yu Zhiwen's brows flashed a gleam of joy, Rao Yaoyao came back, this is the best, it just happens to return the power to her.

God knows how much pressure she has experienced after experiencing the Holy Emperor's transit here. Even if Grandpa Yu came, he still had a task to do, and he couldn't delay his action just because he wanted to protect her alone.

This game is obviously not a game for juniors like her to participate in, and it has to be like a red-clothed master to sit in the game.

Therefore, although Yu Zhiwen didn't know why Rao Yaoyao returned. But if you guess it, you can always guess the chaos of the Holy Emperor's transit. It should be suppressed by the people of the Holy God Hall in the void island, right?

In this way, once Rao Yaoyao's former army returns, the next step is to withdraw all the troops. peace. Everyone is safe and sound, without any war damage. This is the simplest but also the most extravagant wish in Yu Zhiwen's heart.

"But..." Yu Zhiwen's long eyelashes trembled suddenly, and a hint of worry flashed in the star boy.

Rao Yaoyao is at peace, does this mean that the Saint Slave side is not peaceful? Well, what about that guy...

"Rao Yaoyao, come see me quickly!" Just as he was thinking, the old fish beside him shouted loudly. The holy sound swayed in all directions, vigorous and powerful, and passed into the ears of all the practitioners in the Yunlun Mountains with incomparable clarity.

"Rao Yaoyao?"

"It's Sword Immortal Rao! Really Sword Immortal Rao is back!"

"The war in Sky City is over? Didn't the Four Great Half Saints pass through the border just now, and it was resolved by Fairy Rao so quickly?"

"It's amazing, it's worthy of being the number one sword girl, and it's worthy of being the Seven Swords Immortal!"

"You are wrong, I only heard the sword chant just now, Sword Immortal Rao must have a breakthrough in this trip, maybe now, it's time to call her Sword Saint Rao!"

Everyone is looking forward to Rao Yaoyao's shining debut, drawing a perfect sentence for the disaster brought by Sky City.

but no. Rao Yaoyao was silent and never responded to Yu Lao's voice. After being conferred a saint, she seemed very low-key.

At this time, immediately after the desolate sword chant just now, the sky cracked suddenly, and sword intent shot out from it.

"A sword again?"

"And the Juggernaut?"

"No way, who will it be now? There is a second sword Christmas student in Sky City? Let me count..."

"That's not right, it's impossible. Most of the Seven Sword Immortals have disappeared. Besides Fairy Rao, who else has gone to the Sky City?"

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?" With a bang, the sky in the Yunlun Mountains, tens of thousands of miles around, shattered like a mirror.

The sword intent criss-crossed all over the sky, outlining a grand and magnificent sword picture, ancient, distant and powerful.

It is clear that the trend this time is worse than the previous ones!

"This sword drawing..." At this moment, the practitioners in the Yunlun Mountains already felt something was wrong. What a sign that the poor are on the run and the enemy is chasing after them?

But after thinking about it, this is too ridiculous! One of the Seven Sword Immortals, Rao Yaoyao, who has already been consecrated, has become

"Poor bandits"? Isn't this funny!

"A diagram of the profound art of the sword..." On Pixiu Mountain, Su Qianqian, who was holding a fierce black broadsword in his arms, stared at the sky in a daze, with a shocked expression on his face.

"Junior Junior Sister, you read it wrong, it's clear..." Gu Qingsan was also in a daze, and Gulu swallowed a mouthful of saliva while talking.

"Third senior brother, but if not, what is it?"

"I didn't say no..." Gu Qingsan trembled,

"It's clear, it's clear!" The conversation between the two ancient sword cultivators was passed down to ten, ten to hundreds, and it was instantly spread to everyone in the Xu Gang on the top of Pixiu Mountain.

Even Jiang Xian, who wanted to escape from the trial in the royal city, but was finally caught by Xu Bang and locked in a cage, knew that this was the power of profound truth.

However, what about the power of profound truth? You and other ants have never seen a real semi-holy attack! Jiang Xian was trapped in a cage, full of humiliation, but he was thinking in his heart, if Jiang Buyi, the half-sage of our family, made a move, turning his palms into clouds, turning his palms into rain, and one finger could crush the so-called profound sword formation picture.

"The secrets of the sword, the second level...not good!" Unlike the ignorant Jiang, Yu Lao had seen the formation diagram of the secrets of the sword.

Gu Jianxiu's profound power is very different from that of a spiritual master. Appearing with an array map must be the second realm of a certain swordsmanship.

So it seems that someone is really chasing and killing Rao Yaoyao? But... how is it possible? How dare anyone!

The turmoil in my heart has not been completely relieved, but Wen Jiutian opened with the esoteric formation, and there was a voice that was neither sad nor happy: "Swordsmanship is famous, and the name is heart..."

"The way of the heart, there is no god, no Buddha, no law!" Heart swordsmanship? Old Yu Tong zoomed in, turned around, Yu Zhiwen was engulfed in Shengli, and sent him back first.

"You leave the battlefield first!"

"Grandpa Yu—" Yu Zhiwen was in a hurry, and stretched out his hand to resist, but he couldn't resist such holy power. She still has nothing to say.

Everyone heard this voice high and high, like a god. But she felt very kind, it was clearly Xu Xiaoshou's voice, even though the smell was disguised by a cold shell, Yu Zhiwen could recognize it as soon as he heard it.

Xu Xiaoshou, chasing and killing Rao Yaoyao? There must be something weird in it, I have to be there, maybe I can...

"Om!" When the map of the Nine Heavens Sword Dao Profound Truth was revealed, Yu Zhiwen had already been sent to the edge of the Yunlun Mountains.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, the starlight surged on her body, and she stepped out with the starlight on her tail, before stepping into the battlefield.

Falling red is flying, plum fragrance is here. As soon as he entered the arena, outside the void island, under the sword map, an invisible residual thought was forced to come out with the falling of the red plums.

Rao Yaoyao has nowhere to hide anymore! Knowing that everyone was watching her at this moment, she was naturally ashamed and annoyed, and dared not speak out.

But Xu Xiaoshou didn't even give him the slightest chance, and he wanted to kill her after chasing her. How could he! How did he know the second level of heart swordsmanship?

At this moment, no matter how ashamed or angry, Rao Yaoyao had no choice but to yell out that shameful cry with all her strength under the stares of everyone: "Old Yu, save me!!" She had to shout.

If she didn't shout, Xingyue Singer would sacrifice in vain. If she doesn't shout, her life is really about to die. Rao Yaoyao let go of her self-esteem with tears in her eyes.

Perhaps such setbacks can make me stronger... This cry, just as Rao Yaoyao thought, really made the entire Yunlun Mountains erupt into an uproar.

"What?"

"Rao Yaoyao is calling for help?"

"My God, didn't she retire after she had achieved success, but returned without success and was hunted down?"

"That's impossible. That's the Seven Swords Fairy. The person chasing her must be so strong..."

"Heart Sword Art? I remember the second level of Heart Sword Art, Seven Sword Immortal Mei Ji Renhui, this is Mr. Ji Ren? But his voice is not so young?"

"So familiar! Such a familiar voice..." All those who have witnessed the night battle in the royal city felt the familiarity of this voice when they thought about it now.

Suddenly, a very incongruous figure popped into their minds. But how can that absurd figure be compared with the cold voice of a god in the sky at this moment?

"Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Shut up! You're blasphemy! Even though I thought so too..."

"It's him, right?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Brother Little Beast..." On Pixiu Mountain, the crowd was furious, but was suppressed by Su Qianqian's distracted murmur.

Xu Xiaoshou? ! really him? ! At this moment, knowing that the new descendant of the Burial Sword Tomb and the saint slave Xu Xiaoshou were related, each opened their mouths wide, dumbfounded.

"Huh? Xu Xiaoshou?" Xu Xiaoji stared at Gao Tian's sword picture, dumbfounded. Next to him, Mu Xiaogong, who was wearing a red dress, covered his mouth and chuckled, but couldn't hide his astonishment.

"Little brother, it looks like it's really him..." Boom! It has been formed, but when only half of the kendo profundity array is protruded from the space, the spirits of all the onlookers are shaken, as if they have fallen into an abyss.

They have entered a spiritual country of Mohu, which is nothing, everything is still in a state of chaos.

"Old Yu! Old Yu!" Rao Yaoyao panicked, completely panicked. She felt that she had been locked. If she still had the sword and her physical body, she could use mountains and seas to resist a wave.

But her soul was shattered under the finger of disillusionment, and her body was annihilated under the power of the Holy Emperor. A ray of remnants, can only wait for death, nothing can be done!

In the black cracks in space, on the half of the map of the profound art of the sword, finally protruded a phantom figure entwined with demonic energy, pitch-black and arrogant.

He lowered his head and looked sideways, with his eyes slightly closed, his fingertips brushing against the sword body, and the sword body convulsed, and plum blossoms fluttered on it, and then flowed away.

The sword intent, however, climbed inch by inch! Higher than people, higher than Yunlun, higher than the sky! Yu Zhiwen looked up, Xingtong trembled, and his heart trembled accordingly.

Xu Xiaoshou... But before she could speak, the next second, she also felt that she had fallen into that spiritual kingdom, and a soft, ethereal holy voice sounded in her ears: "Hunk Dao Pi Nine Swords, he and I Respect for Heart Technique..."

"Thinking about the Zhuling Kingdom, all delusions are servants..."

"Sinking into physical and mental suffering, you can't get rid of miscellaneous thoughts..." At this point, the holy voice boomed. In the void, he broke free almost instantly, and the first one to fight for the restraint was Yu Lao!

He looked shocked, as if he had seen a ghost, and he didn't believe that such a young man could slash such a lonely sword.

Fortunately, he aimed at Rao Yaoyao here, and he only suffered the aftermath and was able to break free in an instant. If it were aimed at him, I'm afraid he would be caught off guard, and there would be no time to resist!

"Junior, how dare you?" Boss Yu waved his hand, the first action was not to help Rao Yaoyao out of trouble, but to save his precious great-granddaughter from sinking into the sea of ​​suffering.

Then, he transformed into a sky-shattering Kunpeng, fluttered his wings, and flashed towards the black shadow in the sky.

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes were completely red-eyed, and his aura climbed to the peak. How could he be afraid of such a Kunpeng? He didn't move his sword, and his eyes woke up.

"Boom!" Yu Lao only felt that his spirit had been hit hard, and what he saw was no longer a young man. It was a berserk giant with two scorched black arms, a demon emperor black dragon on his feet, seven blood trees on his back, a white sea of ​​flames around his body, an empty prison above his head!

"What kind of existence is this?" Yu Lao was in a daze for a moment. But such an immature image is flashy and unreal, Xu Xiaoshou no longer has the power of the Holy Emperor in his body, so he can't restrain him at all.

Yu Lao sneered, and moved on. At this moment, he saw Xu Xiaoshou turn over an ancient book in his eyes again, and the pages were rustling.

On the ancient book, the images converged, and soon turned into a white-clothed swordsman standing proudly above it, armed with four swords, and yelled: "My name is Ba Zun, whoever wants to try the sword, will die or not!" Live!" With just this sentence, Xu Xiaoshou's incomparably empty heart and swordsmanship image Tianjie was instantly filled with endless power, as if the holy emperor had come personally.

With a bang, the old Kunpeng staggered in the sky and nearly fell. It was such a stagnation, when he came back to his senses, it was too late.

Rao Yaoyao has a strong Taoist heart, and she also recovered from this immature sword strike, but her shrill voice resounded through the Yunlun Mountains: "No!!" At the same time, Xu Xiaoshou finished the last sentence , Tibetan bitterness turned into high light.

"One thought of God and Buddha is different, one thought of Prajna is nothing..." Such a sword, flying across the sky, cut Tianhe horizontally! Today, he, Xu Xiaoshou, has been hunted down to this point, gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas!

"Hey." The silent sound turned into ripples. The world of fallen heroes in the void is still there, but there is a little remnant, but it is invisible with the ethereal holy voice, leaving only an incomparably crystal semi-holy figure.

No more power fluctuations. There is no glorious death. At this moment, the people in the Yunlun Mountains felt the same sadness.

There was a buzzing sound, and after the climax of Tibetan bitterness, a sword light was released, and with the help of the name of the Slayer, the promotion was completed, and it was promoted to the fourth-rank spiritual sword. Its future is already in sight.

Xu Xiaoshou withdrew his sword, raised his head, took a deep breath, and finally sighed again: "It's cute, it's easy to go, I won't see you off."