I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"A ring, ring ring..."

Xu Xiaoshou was floating in mid-air, his eyes turned white, with a pair of dead fish eyes hanging, using "perception" to watch Ah Jie constantly pumping the evil spirit in his body.

This pumping process lasted for half a quarter.

Finally, the black energy that was filling his body to the point of bursting weakened slightly, barely regaining a little consciousness.

"Yes, are you saved?"

Let go of your sight.

Xu Xiaoshou just saw the three terrifying figures clustered in a distance.

Holy slave, trio!

Who can stand this?

If it wasn't for the critical moment, with Ah Jie's burst, he directly used the disappearance technique to release the four swords from restraining him...

If it weren't for the vanishing technique, there are only two states of opening and releasing, and there is no need for the unconscious self to maintain the disappearing state...

If it weren't for the fact that the real target of the four swords was not himself, but a maddened desire to go into the body of the first slave...

Xu Xiaoshou dared to assert.

At this moment, I am either dead or out of control.

Or, end up in the most terrifying end - being targeted by the chief slave and the storyteller at the same time!

"Sin..."

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't imagine why his trip to the White Cave was so difficult.

Sure enough, the source of all this, after all, is the overwhelming self-confidence after devouring the original seed of Jinzhao and the three-day freezing robbery?

If he hadn't thought about exploring the truth about the Four Swords at that time, and hadn't thought about the mission Sang Lao gave him that he didn't even care about...

"tired."

Xu Xiaoshou felt very tired.

Presumably even that dead old man had anticipated the outcome of the fight for the one with four swords.

Why did I naively take the first step towards the Lijian Grassland?

That is the road to the abyss!

"Hide, hide."

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to escape from this place step by step, but he didn't dare.

God knows if the storyteller will exile this space very cautiously when he arrives here.

If this was the case, not only would he not be able to get out in one step, but he would expose his position to the perverted man in the red dress when he reached the critical point.

If so...

"Hide it!"

Holding Ah Jie, Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to think too much.

Feeling that the number in his body was gradually decreasing and it was difficult to affect his actions, he lowered his head and went straight to the ground.

...

Clearly finishing solving his negative state in front of the saint-slave trio, Xu Xiaoshou's heart beat wildly even with the vanishing technique.

And at this moment when he was escaping from the ground, he had already heard that the chief slave had put all his attention on the so-called "Wen Ming" that he had let out before.

"The swords have already arrived, you said Wen Ming, where are the people?"

After the masked man finished speaking, the storyteller was obviously stunned.

"Yes, where are people?"

He turned his head and glanced at the four swords, hesitantly said: "Theoretically speaking, the four swords are under Wen Ming's control, and they will not let go easily, and it is impossible for Wen Ming to give up this peerless fierce sword."

"After all, he is also an ancient sword cultivator, right?"

"but……"

The storyteller paused, and Cenchov immediately said, "But with the state of four swords, can he let go?"

"Yes!"

The storyteller nodded, and frowned, "So, he should have let go of the four swords early in the morning? But how could he realize that the four swords had moved?"

"Then Wen Ming, what cultivation level?" Cenchov asked suddenly.

"About God."

"Well, my god..."

"Huh? Innate?!"

Cenchov's tone changed, and he turned his head to look at the turbulent White Grotto world far away.

The blasting starts there.

And the words of the storyteller earlier, the movement, was made by the so-called Wen Ming.

"Are you sure, he's just innate?"

Cenchov asked again, his tone full of doubts.

"Forehead……"

The storyteller froze for a moment, and he also turned his head to see the movement behind him, and said submissively, "Yes... right?"

Seeing the disbelief on Cenchov's face, the storyteller added: "In short, it's not strong. It's probably innate. If you die, you'll only be at the level of a master, but your combat power should be comparable to... the throne?" His voice became weaker and weaker. .

Tzenchov's face darkened.

The storyteller had a headache, but he had no choice but to continue: "If you add some external force, even if you encounter Zhan Dao... well, what they mean is that in this white cave world, there are all kinds of constraints, so... "

"?"

Tzenchov slowly made a question mark.

"Forehead……"

The storyteller wiped off his sweat. He knew how unbelievable his words were, but he insisted on finishing them.

"So, under various restrictions, Wen Ming should be able to compete with Zhan Dao..."

Cenchov's face turned from black to green.

"Are you serious?"

"serious."

"No kidding?"

"OK."

"This, is what you said 'not strong anyway'?" Cenchov almost burst his eyes open.

"Huh~"

The storyteller heaved a sigh of relief, "You'll find out after you beat him up, this kid is a bit wicked."

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With that said, he turned to look at his brother, "Really?"

Tzenchov also cast his gaze away.

He didn't know why the first seat valued Na Wenming so much.

Even the layout of the Holy Emperor used that guy as a pawn.

But now, if all this is not exaggerated...

"Not a master."

The masked man said: "When I first met him, he should have been in the acquired realm. It's only been a few months, isn't it a month?"

"No matter how talented you are, you won't be able to directly comprehend the celestial phenomenon and reach the level of a master."

"Theoretically speaking, Wen Ming, it's already pretty good to be able to reach the Xiantian Yuan Court Realm, or Juwu at this time."

"Of course, it is not ruled out that he also has some opportunities to reach the Supreme Spirit..."

"Huh? What's your expression?"

As the masked man spoke, he saw Tzenchov's strange state.

Tzenchov's jaw could no longer be closed.

"That hedgehog, in the Upper Spirit Realm, can make such a big commotion?" He pointed to the broken space behind him.

"Going to the Spirit is just a speculation." The masked man said.

"Did you get the point wrong, I mean... not this!"

As Cenchov said, he looked at the storyteller and roared:

"A mere innate talent, can you achieve this level?"

"Comparable to beheading?"

"What are you kidding?!"

"I'm not joking." The storyteller was silent for a while, and said, "He has a secret puppet on him."

"oh?"

This time, not only Cenchov was stunned, but even the masked man was surprised.

"The secret puppet?"

"Um."

The storyteller nodded, and said, "A Tianji puppet that doesn't look like a Tianji puppet..."

"etc."

The masked man suddenly stretched out his hand and interrupted the storyteller, and waited until the two people in front of him looked at each other, and then said: "Is that secret puppet you're talking about not in adult form?"

"You know?" The storyteller was surprised.

"little boy?"

"right!"

"bald?"

"yes!"

"Very weak?"

"Not bad... well, you can't say it's weak, right?"

The storyteller's excited thoughts calmed down, and he explained: "Weaker than normal Tianji puppets, they only have one-level combat awareness, but it's very strange, as if..."

"Like a real person?" The masked man spoke again.

"Yeah, that's how it feels!"

The storyteller nodded madly, and said: "If it wasn't for the complete lack of human vital signs, he would have been almost deceived. If he glanced at it, he would definitely not be able to see that it was a heartless puppet."

"Understood."

The masked man fell silent.

The storyteller raised his eyebrows, glanced at Cenchov, and saw that he shrugged his shoulders incomprehensibly, and immediately understood that the old man was also confused.

He could only ask himself: "Brother knows?"

"It's not considered acquaintance, I have met once... no, twice, it should be."

There was a trace of memory in the masked man's muddy eyes, and he said slowly:

"The first-generation Tianji puppet, Dao Qiongcang's self-proclaimed defective product, if I remember correctly, should have been thrown into the void island."

"At that time, it seemed to be unconscious."

"But when we met for the second time, spiritual wisdom had already been born, and it seemed to be able to grow by itself."

"It's weird and dangerous."

"In the end, it seemed to be destroyed by Baiyi a second time in the void island."

The two bystanders were speechless for a while.

Heavenly Secret Puppet, Birth of Wisdom, Second Destruction?

"It's obviously very strong, why don't you use it?" Cenchov felt wrong, it didn't seem like a stupid thing that the Holy Spirit Hall would do.

"Strong is strong, but there is no upper limit."

The masked man glanced at him meaningfully, "Things that you can't really control in your hands, do you think those people will stay?"

"According to Dao Qiongcang's temperament..."

Czenchov was in a hurry.

He absolutely did not believe that the Master of the Dao Palace, who was obsessed with celestial mysteries, would give up such a good research opportunity.

The masked man chuckled and shook his head, interrupting his words.

"The gang I'm talking about is not the gang, but the gang."

Tzenchov froze for a moment.

The storyteller's pupils shrank, as if he had thought of something, he shivered, and the cold air penetrated his body.

...

"Which group?"

Xu Xiaoshou was deep in the ground, and was directly dazzled by these words.

Judging from the tone of these words, the legendary Taoist Palace Master probably wanted to keep Ah Jie.

But, blocked?

How can it be?

Isn't the pinnacle of this world the hall of the Holy Spirit, or its contemporary master, Dao Qiongcang?

He, was prevented from researching?

"Mama..."

Ah Jie suddenly murmured.

Xu Xiaoshou was startled, and immediately grasped the stone-shaped iron ball tightly.

"Don't make a sound, they are not talking about you, don't be afraid, good boy!"

"Mama..."

Ah Jie's mood seemed to be a little off.

Xu Xiaoshou can fully understand.

If he hadn't used the disappearance technique to lurk underground at this moment, he might not even know these secrets.

However, why did Ah Jie, who was supposed to be destroyed on the Void Island, appear in the Tianxuanmen of Tiansang Linggong?

"Old Sang?"

Xu Xiaoshou immediately thought of such a character.

If the masked man said that he also met A Jie, could it be that he went to the Void Island with Sang Lao, the second in command of Sheng Slave?

It seems wrong!

If the two really went together, there is no reason why Ah Jie would appear in such a small place as Tiansang Linggong.

It should have fallen into a large organization such as the Holy Slave and been fully utilized.

and……

"Void Island?"

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it, and suddenly remembered something.

He vaguely remembered Caramel Sugar's words.

Isn't Void Island that terrifying place that seems to seal a saint?

If nothing else, the rift in the different dimension here was created by the embarrassing saint, which is the rift leading to the void island.

some of……

"Ouch, I'm going!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt that his mind was going to be lost.

All of this combined is simply terrifying to think about.

When he didn't know everything, he still felt that the world was wonderful.

But every time he knew a little bit more, learned a little bit more about the secrets, Xu Xiaoshou always felt a sense of panic.

Why does it seem that everything is related to me, Xu Xiaoshou, and is aimed at me... Xu Xiaoshou?

"Mama..."

"Hey, it's okay, don't worry, Mama won't abandon you."

Xu Xiaoshou heard Ah Jie's murmur, and immediately hugged the poor little guy even tighter.

I'm afraid it can't help but fly out and expose it, then the matter will be...

It's big!

...

"By the way, there is one more thing that people are more concerned about." The storyteller hesitated to say it.

"explain."

"Wen Ming, is the second child's apprentice?"

The masked man was startled: "How do you know?"

"this……"

The storyteller recalled the scene of being teased in the ancient book space, his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak.

"This is a long story, so I won't introduce it in detail."

"I just want to know, where did the second child go during the period when he disappeared?"

The masked man smiled: "You already know the answer, why do you still ask me?"

"So, it's really..." The storyteller couldn't believe it, but he couldn't continue.

Cen Qiaofu shook his head with a broken smile, recalling the "Long Rongjie" style of Elder Sang in Tiansang Linggong.

Tell the truth.

If he hadn't followed the head seat to the spiritual palace, he would have never imagined that old man Na Sang would go to such a corner.

"For that Wenming?" asked Tzenchov.

Apart from this explanation, it was hard for him to imagine why old man Sang would go to that kind of place.

"No."

The masked man shook his head.

"Wen Ming was just an accident. In Tiansang Linggong, the second child won't be here much. Going back this time is just to stop my plan and prevent the famous sword from falling."

"But it didn't work."

The masked man laughed and continued: "More importantly, it is a plan."

"What plan?" The storyteller asked curiously.

The masked man glanced at the back lightly and said, "It's finished."

The two looked back at the same time.

It is empty and nameless, and there is no other existence.

But they all know that in this space, there is a space crack in another dimension leading to the void island.

Mortals are invisible to the naked eye.

"Then there is one more thing..."

The storyteller understood, and when he rolled his eyes, a look of joy appeared on his face, and then he squeezed out a flattering smile as if asking for credit, and was about to say something.

"Wait first."

When the masked man saw this, he knew it was not a good thing, so he stopped him directly, and looked around.

Then, he lowered his head and his eyes slid across the ground.

He frowned.

"I always feel like there's something wrong..."

"You really only brought a sword here?"

The masked man looked at the storyteller suspiciously.

"What's the meaning?"

The storyteller glanced at the four swords that were still floating in the rear, hesitantly said: "Wen Ming, is it really here?"

"It's not Wenming..."

The masked man curled up his hands tightly wrapped in black gloves, twisted his wrists, and shook off the discomfort, saying: "But there are more than four swords."

"What's the meaning?"

The storyteller and Cenchov spoke at the same time.

The masked man was a little uncertain, his eyes hesitating.

"An illusion? I always feel that there is a breath of a famous sword at the scene..."