I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Outside the Eight Palaces.

wild land.

The military tents in red rustled in the cold wind.

It was raining.

In recent days, except for the opening day of the White Cave's different dimension space, the rest of the days have been raining almost continuously.

This side of the world is quite barren.

With the opening of the White Cave, the number of people staying there dropped sharply, making the surroundings even more gloomy.

"Buzz!"

In the side tent, a round wheel suddenly vibrated violently, waking up the drowsy nurse Hong Yi.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a hood, with his hands curled between his sleeves, and the sound of his mouth is flowing down with sleepiness.

But when the round wheel shook violently, his whole body seemed to be electrocuted, and he bounced up like a conditioned reflex.

"coming?"

The red-clothed face was a little flustered that couldn't be concealed.

Lan Ling, the red-clothed manager of the White Grotto, once said that this "Tianyuan Detective Lingpan" is looking for stowaways above the Dao.

Within a radius of thirty miles, as long as there are people who exceed this level, the Tianyuan Lingpan can instantly sense it.

Right now, Lan Ling, Xin and Vigil all entered the White Cave.

There is only one Master Black Soul left who can be director here.

"Come on, hurry up and invite the black soul..."

The man in red just yelled, and the curtain of the tent was immediately lifted by a dark armored hand.

"Master Black Soul!"

The man immediately bowed.

"What is it?"

Black Soul is a man fully armed with dark armor, whose face cannot be seen clearly at all, with a dull and powerful voice.

The red dress used by others can only be draped over the shoulders.

That robe long enough to drag the floor,

Under his tall and powerful figure, he barely touched his calf, fluttering with the wind.

As soon as he bowed his head, he entered the tent.

Behind him, four people dressed in red filed in, standing on the left and right.

"Boom" sounded, and the silver snake danced in the nine heavens, and the rain became heavier.

"Tianyuan Spirit Exploration Disk, it's moved!"

Shen An in red looked at the black soul lord who was more than two heads taller than a normal person, and felt certain, pointed at the round wheel, and his voice stabilized.

The black soul's eyes hidden under the helmet stared at the past, but saw that the round wheel was extremely quiet.

"Are you sure it moved?"

His voice lowered further, and Shen An felt his legs and feet go limp.

"It really moved. It must have moved once just now. I can't be wrong."

"What were you doing just now?" Black Soul turned his head.

"I……"

Shen An's face turned red all of a sudden.

I was just sleeping.

Because I worry about it day and night, worry and fear, I am always afraid that this thing will move.

So, what you see is an illusion?

"It's not an illusion!"

Shen An said solemnly: "Although I just dozed off, but..."

"doze off?"

Black Soul's voice raised a bit.

The red clothes of the four attendants behind them raised their eyes at the same time, and the cold wind blew outside the tent, directly sending a murderous aura all over the sky into this small space.

Shen An's strong shell was directly shattered.

He sat back on the seat with a bang.

But when he thought that Lord Black Soul was still standing, how could he sit down?

Teng stood up, took a step forward, and supported the back of the seat with his hands, so that he could stand upright.

"I'm absolutely right!"

"When the 'Tianyuan Exploring Spirit Disk' moved, it was still a huge earthquake. In other words, there may be more than one Zhan Dao entering the boundary of the White Cave."

"At this moment, the area within a radius of thirty miles should be extensively searched."

"It was my fault for dozing off, but I should have been punished afterwards."

He forced himself to stick his head up.

But the tone became weaker and weaker with the cold killing intent in the air.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Heihun didn't see any movement, and walked directly in front of Shen An, and picked up his neck until the person in his hand was flushed, and then said solemnly:

"You guys are just for Lan Ling."

"It's a good organization in red, but it has developed such a lazy and exhausted attitude, how decent it is!"

With a sound of "bang", Shen An shot out with spiritual strength in his hand, and Shen An's whole body was like a cannonball flying upside down, spewing out a mouthful of blood in the air, and then hit the barrier of the tent.

"puff."

Human body slips.

Shen An felt his throat was crushed, and he spurted blood again.

"Red, the power of the red clothes is not for beating your own people!"

Cough twice.

There was resentment in Shen An's raised head again.

It's hard to speak though.

But the tone was a little tougher.

"That's why your black soul was dismissed."

"If Master Lan Ling is here, he will definitely not make such indiscriminate shots!"

He was furious in his heart.

"Shoot..."

Black Soul sneered.

"Rewards are rewarded, punishments are punished."

"You almost made a mistake, and you still want to make up for your mistakes and punish them later?"

"Under the world, if there is such a good thing, the person who did the harm will be forgiven by the world if he does good in time?"

"ridiculous!"

Fingers flicked to peep.

In the dark space, the black soul's gaze was so cold that it could bite people.

He passed several people beside him, and came straight to the front of the round wheel, his body froze, and he began to think in his heart.

"The perception of the throne cannot be wrong..."

"Although Lan Ling's lady is doing things in ink, she has nothing to say about the way of the spirit array..."

"So, cutting the way, or is it too empty..."

Heihun placed both hands on the round wheel, and injected spiritual energy.

After a moment of buzzing, a curtain of light was cast in the void.

"three people!"

At this moment, everyone's sight was taken away by the three figures in the picture.

But before he could see the faces of those people clearly, the screen flickered and disappeared.

Even the violently trembling round wheel returned to calm.

"Are you aware?"

Black Soul's heart trembled.

With such a distance, with the Dao of Heaven as a cover, those three guys were able to detect the existence of the "Tianyuan Detective Spirit Disk" so keenly!

"I just said that someone really..."

The overjoyed Shen'an hadn't finished speaking when Heihun glanced over, and he lost his temper in an instant.

"Shut up, dereliction of duty!"

The rain was pouring down, and the scene was extremely quiet for a while.

"Master Black Soul, what are your plans?"

The four big red clothes behind them couldn't help but make a sound.

Although it is said that due to the collection from the White Cave, the red clothes are divided into different factions.

But in the face of a place like the White Grotto where accidents frequently occur, when necessary, everyone must unite together to solve the problem.

"Three major cuts..."

Black Soul directly thought of the situation as the worst.

If it is the three major cuts, then I can only resist two people at most.

If the remaining one is just handed over to the dozens of thrones here to deal with it.

It is estimated that even if it can be done in the end, there will be countless casualties.

Heihun was determined, raised his head, and said to the four people in front of him: "First seal off all the space here to prevent smuggling, and then open the protective spirit array in the eighth palace, and follow me for the rest..."

His voice stopped suddenly.

"Where are you going?"

The four big red clothes were all startled.

Why don't you say half of this?

"Just that scene...Master Black Soul, could it be that you have figured out where they are?" Someone asked aloud.

"Yo!"

A high-pitched voice suddenly came from outside the curtain.

"How long has it been, and I haven't found anyone yet!"

"Don't say it's your Lord Black Soul, even you fools, at this moment, you should know where he is."

"Who!" Hong Yi turned her head in horror, and her spiritual strength directly smashed the big curtain into pieces.

But apart from the pouring rain, there was no one in sight outside the door.

"At this."

A high-pitched male voice appeared inside.

The four red dresses all looked sideways, but saw a man in red dress with an extremely slim figure squatting halfway in front of the red dress lying on the ground, slowly stretching out his orchid fingers.

"Get up, it's cold on the ground, I'll help you."

Shen An was so frightened that his whole body trembled twice.

Obviously the person had already arrived in front of him, but he waited until the voice came out before he fully realized the existence of this person!

Cut the road!

Definitely beheaded!

This person's understanding of the Dao of Heaven may even have reached the peak of Dao Slashing, and he is at the same level as Lord Black Soul!

With a sound of "bang", the floor under Shen An's buttocks exploded directly, and his whole body was about to fly towards the place where Lord Black Soul was.

At this time, how can there be any faction in red?

The one who can keep himself alive is the best manager!

However, before the figure flew far, Shen An felt something grabbing his skirt, and directly pulled the figure back.

"Run what?"

"It's because the parents are not good-looking, does it scare you?"

When Shen An came back to his senses, he found himself sitting on the lap of the man in the red dress without knowing when.

This man's red skirt is slit high.

As soon as he sat on the seat, a pair of beautiful and slender jade legs were unreservedly presented in front of everyone.

Shen An can feel the absolute heat of the male hormone underneath just by touching it with his butt.

Coupled with the delicate sound beside the ear...

He couldn't control himself at all, goosebumps all over his body exploded from his feet to his head.

"Hehehe, are you afraid?"

The man in the red skirt covered his mouth and smiled lightly: "Don't be afraid, with me here, no one can hurt you..."

His voice suddenly paused, his gaze was fixed on Shen An's face, and his whole person seemed to be in a daze.

"Brother, you look so handsome..."

"Zi--"

This time, Shen An felt that not only his body was covered with goosebumps, but even his soul was touched by ice water, and he almost went to heaven for a while.

"You idiot, get out of here!"

Shen An fought hard, but found that the strength in his body was completely useless.

It's as if the soul and the flesh are separated.

He could only watch his body helplessly, sinking a little bit under the tighter and tighter embrace of the other party.

"Damn it!"

"What the hell happened?!"

"Black Soul!"

"Master Black Soul, help—"

San An growled.

But finally found out.

Whether it's exhaling fragrance by oneself, or calling for help.

The sound that was made was actually only heard by myself!

"Black Soul..."

He is desperate.

God!

This is the power of isolation from heaven!

Under this kind of absolute control, his own throne cultivation is not even able to resist half a point.

This is the real Dao Slasher.

A kind of peerless existence that depends on the number of thrones and can never be resisted.

"Master Black Soul, take care of him..."

The four big red dresses were completely shocked when they looked at Shen An in the arms of the man in the red dress.

From the time when the man in the red dress approached, when Shen An flew up, to when he flew into that guy's arms, everything was so smooth and natural.

They even suspected that Shen An was a spy.

The man in the red dress was called by him.

Black Soul didn't respond.

All four of them realized something was wrong.

"Master Black Soul?"

He called out again, but the black soul still didn't respond.

This time, everyone panicked.

"alarm!"

"Enemy attack—"

Reminders and calls for help instantly resounded through the void.

But in the past, as long as he yelled, the red-clothed tent base would definitely respond.

At this moment, there is no sound!

"It's over..."

The hearts of the four felt cold at the same time.

The person who came this time was not an ordinary Daoist.

It is an existence that has applied the Dao of Heaven to the highest level in Dao Slashing.

This class of people, let alone the throne.

The ordinary red-clothed swordsman came over, presumably it was for death!

At this moment, they can only place their hopes on the Lord Black Soul in front of them.

"Master Black Soul!"

"black……"

"It's so noisy, it's so noisy!"

The man in the red dress was helping Shen An to wipe off the saliva that hadn't been wiped off his face, and his eyes rolled when he was quarreled by these noisy guys.

"Your Lord Black Soul is too busy to take care of himself, how can he have time to save you?"

With a wave of his hand, the void isolation was unlocked.

The four red clothes were shocked at the same time.

On the top of Heihun's head, there is a dark dragon head with a size of hundreds of feet, which is entering the top of the camp tent at this moment.

The dragon's mouth is wide open.

Underneath is Lord Black Soul, who is drowned in endless saliva.

"this……"

Looking at this situation, wouldn't it mean that when the dragon's head is closed, the black soul will be decapitated?

The faces of the four big red clothes were extremely pale in an instant.

How does this exist?

Even Lord Black Soul was taken down without knowing it?

Is this still a cut?

Could it be that this person has already reached that highest state?

Too empty?

"Brother Black Soul~"

The man in the red dress finally turned his eyes on the armored man in front of him, and called softly, "Long time no see."

"The storyteller..."

Black Soul sank to the bottom of the valley with one heart.

He expected the strength of the person who came over.

But it never occurred to me that this person would actually be a member of the Holy Slaves who caused turmoil in the Central Territory at that time!

There are nine holy slaves, each of whom has reached the sky.

And the storyteller in front of him was ranked seventh.

Such an existence, how could he be able to contend with it?

Even if he knows that the person in front of him has not yet reached Taixu.

But how could the gap between Zhan Dao and Zhan Dao be sporadic?

At least, if he wanted to become Taixu's Nine Dead Thunder Jie, he would not dare to touch it.

This storyteller, just judging from his perception of the Dao of Heaven, I am afraid that the final catastrophe is not far away!

And he can be here.

That meant that the red clothes in the entire tent would never have the opportunity to come to support.

But……

The black soul was confused.

There must be one of the three figures seen in the circle just now.

But why, people who are tens of miles away can be directly and accurately teleported to the red-clothed camp, but even the big formation didn't trigger the alarm?

Is this really the same person?

Or, in the red clothes, there really are spies?

"Brother Black Soul, don't guess."

Shen An, who was being held by the storyteller, shifted his sitting position, pointed to the round wheel, and said, "Turn on the projector for me first, I want to see where my brother is."

Black Soul trembled with anger.

He felt humiliated.

Just a moment ago, I felt that I could fight two against one.

Now he feels that he is simply a joke.

How could he be one against two?

This is something that you can't do even if you go up and pull your hair down to be buried with you!

"Open it!"

The storyteller flicked the red dress a little, letting the light shine on her jade legs, making her shiny and pleasing to the eye.

Hei Hun tried to struggle, but as soon as the thought moved, the man in the red skirt in front of him spoke again.

"Don't try to find someone!"

"Your white-clothed help has not yet arrived. At this moment, you are mud bodhisattvas crossing the river, and you cannot protect yourself."

"If you don't cooperate with them, they will strip them all, including you, and tie them here until the red clothes come out to rescue them."

He paused, and said: "Don't worry, my brother said that you can't kill people, so as long as you cooperate, they won't die."

"But it doesn't cooperate..."

"whee!"

The storyteller covered his mouth and smiled lightly, his gaze wandered over the several big red clothes, revealing a glow of excitement.

Black Soul remained silent.

He carried the dragon head above his head, slowly stepped forward a few steps, and touched the round wheel with his hand.

The storyteller took out an ancient book from his chest at the right time, put it on Shen An's face, and looked at him with a smile.

Black Soul hesitated for a moment.

"brush!"

The light curtain appears.

The sound of pattering rain came back into the camp.

"Hey!"

The rest of the big red clothes present felt that they had been released from another dimension, panting heavily, their faces still in shock.

"Interesting."

The storyteller gave a thumbs up and looked down at Shen An.

Shen An only felt that he might as well not be released.

As soon as his soul returned to his body, he felt the heat from the pair of jade legs under his body, almost scalding him.

"I……"

"Brother, you don't need to talk." The storyteller stroked his face.

"hiss!"

Before Shen An moved, the four big red clothes in the distance all shook their bodies and gasped.

this……

so far so good.

Fortunately, it wasn't the four of us who were spotted!

This is really crazy... Is it worth celebrating, or not?

"Tat-tat-tat."

After the picture became clear, a slight sound came out.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, their eyes fixed on the round wheel.

In the next second, shock appeared on everyone's faces.

There were still three people walking on the barren ground!

Except for the leading masked man.

Followed by an old man with a small ax pinned to his waist, and...

The man in the red dress!

Everyone turned their heads and couldn't believe it.

The man in the red dress was clearly sitting in front of him, why is there another one in the picture?

Faced with such attention, the storyteller seemed shy, and his orchid fingers covered his pretty face.

"Looking at people this way..."

"Is he nice?"

"hiss!"

Several people turned their heads away at the same time, and didn't dare to take another look, for fear that they would lead to crime in the next second.

Heihun stared at the screen, speechless for a long time.

The first seat of the holy slave!

Four in command of the Holy Slaves, Tzenchov!

The seven in command of the holy slaves, the storyteller!

This lineup, if placed in any forbidden area in the central region, is enough to cause shocking waves, why did it appear in a mere white cave?

One with four swords, so attractive?

and also……

He sneaked a glance at the man in the red dress who had already stroked San An's chest.

"Avatar incarnate..."

"Isn't this a method that can only be mastered by a half-saint?"

...

"Brother~"

"Brother, it's here!"

The storyteller pointed to the collapsed Bagongli town gate ahead, and excitedly took the masked man's arm.

"How's the situation?" Zenchov asked without turning his head.

"Brother, the Eight Palaces should be ahead, we have been rushing for so long, and finally arrived!"

"Are you happy?"

The storyteller bent slightly, raised his head, and stared at the masked man with starry eyes.

The corner of Cenchov's mouth twitched, he held his breath and said, "Storyteller, I ask you how the situation is going!"

"Come on, come on, this place actually collapsed, it doesn't seem to be struck by lightning, it should be because someone was fighting before."

"And there..."

The storyteller pointed to the distance, "I have seen the location of the teleportation array."

Tzenchov: "..."

He slightly squeezed the small ax on his waist.

The masked man waved his hand back, stopping his movement.

"How's the situation over there?"

The hoarse voice seemed to be sawed by a chainsaw, and the scalps of everyone outside the screen were numb.

"Very good, we are watching us chatting!" The storyteller smiled sweetly.

Czenchov could bear it no longer.

"Storyteller, can you fucking talk about people..."

The masked man suddenly raised his hand.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

"What's wrong?"

Tzenchov was startled.

"Brother, what's the matter?"

The storyteller said worriedly.

"fine."

The masked man put down his hands: "You guys are a bit noisy."

"..."

Tzenchov was lonely.

"Hmm~"

"Brother, you are so bad!"

When the storyteller squeezed his fist, he was about to hit the masked man's chest.

The latter dodges and disappears immediately.

When it reappeared, it had already arrived at the wreckage of the Bagongli town gate.

"Oh, brother, wait for me!"

The storyteller pinched his elbows, Lan Hua raised his fingers, and ran over with small steps twisting and twisting.

Seeing everything, Zenchov gritted his teeth.

Even the blue veins on his neck almost exploded.

"Don't look, don't look..."

"Don't be angry..."

"call."

"Suck!"

"Old woodcutter, you're talking bad about him again!" The storyteller suddenly turned his head in the rain and said angrily, "He's been watching us all the time!"

Cenchov almost chopped off the red skirt's face with an axe.

"Don't make noise."

The masked man spoke up a second time.

He squatted down and picked up a stone on the ground.

"What's wrong?"

This time, neither of them dared to mess around.

The first seat must have discovered something.

"Sword Qi..."

There was a smile in the masked man's cloudy eyes, "He really came."

"Who?"

The storyteller keenly hugged the masked man's hand, full of jealousy, "Male or female?"

The masked man withdrew his hand, moved his steps, and said, "Man, you should like him, a very handsome young man."

"Oh?"

The storyteller's eyes lit up all of a sudden.

"What kind of person can be so appreciated by my elder brother? People want to see him?"

He paused, and said, "But brother, don't worry, I'm just watching, and I won't make you jealous."

Masked man: "..."

"It's okay, just go, this is also part of the plan."

"It would be best if you could bring him back completely." The masked man smiled even more.

"Oh?"

At this moment, even Tzenchov was surprised.

Sword Qi?

young man?

He immediately thought of the hedgehog he bumped into when he entered the Tiansang Ling Palace that night.

It was the first time he had seen someone who could invite the first seat so warmly, but still refused.

So, that guy is still a sword cultivator?

But the sword cultivator in the world can enter the first Dharma Eye, so far, there is only one tearful double line!

that hedgehog...

"bring back?"

The storyteller's high-pitched voice pierced everyone's eardrums.

He couldn't believe it.

The meaning of bringing back can only be bringing back the holy slave.

So, that little guy who was favored by his brother is already so good?

"what is his name?"

Even though he hadn't met, the storyteller felt his heart beating faster and pounding loudly.

"Let's go ahead and talk about it. At that time, the soldiers will be divided into two groups."

The masked man said, looking at Cenchov, "I won't go through the teleportation formation, just cut it off!"

Tzenchov nodded.

The storyteller was not happy, and he held Czenchov's hand for drawing the axe.

"elder brother!"

"Tell me first, what's his name?"

Cenchov's face turned dark, and he felt as if he had been stained, and he bounced off like an electric shock: "Storyteller, don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

"Hmm, I'll touch it, I'll touch it!" The man in the red skirt was angry and wanted to grab the old woodcutter's hand.

"Get lost, old man—"

"I touched, oops, it's rough!"

"Me! I cut you off!"

"Come on, come and chase me~"

"..."

The masked man has a headache.

This is the consequence of the storyteller coming suddenly.

It is always a headache for two people who do not deal with each other to act together.

"what is his name?"

The storyteller ran, ran behind the masked man again, grabbed his shoulders, and breathed in his ear.

"Say it, say it!"

Eyes filled with anticipation, the storyteller urged: "What's his name?"

Finally, the masked man couldn't help playing a witty trick, like a shield, and blurted out: "Wen Ming, his name is Wen Ming, he is very good, you can go and meet him!"

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