I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Inside and outside the Eighth Palace, there is a certain mountain that is far apart.

The quiet mountain forest should be a better hiding place for birds and beasts, but suddenly at a certain moment.

"Clatter——"

The sparrows flew in fright, and the birds and beasts scattered in a panic.

When the branches beat and the leaves fell, a large flock of black birds flew up.

Immediately, there was a horrified cry from the dense forest.

"Eight! Respect! Know!"

The fallen leaves returned to the forest, hitting the white and red clothes who should have been calm as piles, and the gray clothes who hadn't been able to put on the white and red double clothes, causing hundreds of people in the audience to tremble wildly.

"The Eighth Sword Immortal?!"

Everyone was not calm, and even their breathing became short of breath.

This army, located on Wuming Mountain in the east corner of the Eighth Palace, is one of the four major control domains of the "covering the country and the canopy".

This group of white-clothed, red-clothed, and gray-clothed holy guards from the Holy God Hall has the best training.

Even at the moment of last resort, it is impossible for Qiqi to lose his composure in such a way that Qiqi loses his attention to the "covering the country".

But when the words from the masked man confronting Wuyue Sword Immortal in the Eight Palaces appeared on the light curtain in the atrium, no one could stay calm anymore.

"He he he... what did he say? Ba Zunfa?!"

"Isn't this the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Shouldn't the Eighth Sword Immortal be dead?"

"This guy is also one of the fanatics pretending to be the Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Just kidding your mother!"

"ah?!"

The crowd became agitated.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces full of shock, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

But the jokes that would be casually exposed in the past, from the mouth of the chief slave, the amount of information is really too explosive!

Look at Senior Wuyue's ashen face...

Isn't this confirming something?

"No!"

"Impossible, how could the Eighth Sword Immortal be still alive?"

"In the past, the eight gods knew how to break the realm of the sword fairy, and Hua Changdeng and the three swords abolished all of them. Shouldn't they be torn apart, including people and souls?"

"This...reborn from the ashes?"

"Could it be possible, he still has a second life?!"

Among the team of the Holy God Hall, there are also sword cultivators and fanatics of the Eighth Sword Immortal.

Even if he didn't show it on weekdays, but at this moment, it was like seeing a miracle.

That man is back?

"Quiet!!"

An angry reprimand suppressed the restlessness of the audience.

Jiang Bianyan, the master of the branch hall of the Holy Spirit Hall in the East Heavenly King City, shattered the wooden table and shouted: "It's so noisy and noisy!"

Everyone fell silent instantly.

Even if the person in front of him is not the strongest player in the field.

But as the master of the branch hall, and the master of the branch hall of Dongtianwang City, the power in his hands cannot be resisted by all the people present.

What's more, Jiang Bianyan, as the chief person in charge of the East Corner of the Overwhelming Heavenly Cover in the Eight Palaces War, holds the power of life and death.

At this critical point in the war, if someone doesn't cause panic in the army, I'm afraid they may be dragged out and slaughtered.

"What is it called?"

"When people say 'Eight Masters', do you all believe it?"

"Look at this man's looks... How can Ba ​​Zunfan be so shabby? You haven't seen Ba Zunfan, but you must have seen a portrait of Ba Zunfan!"

"One by one..."

Jiang Bianyan shook his hands angrily, as if he was too angry to speak, his right eyelid twitched wildly, but he was still trembling after shaking his hands.

"Master Jiang!"

A man in white with a sword in his arms suddenly stood up from the crowd. He looked extremely excited, and his eyes were so bright that he almost set the entire forest on fire.

"eighth……"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Bianyan turned his head suddenly, and almost poked his eyebrows directly through the void with his finger: "You fucking sit down for me!"

"oh."

Bai Yi sat down obediently.

But a few tree stumps away, another middle-aged man in red dressed as a swordsman stood up with a spirit sword on his back.

"Master Jiang..."

"Shut up for me!" Jiang Bianyan moved his finger.

"Well."

The latter pursed his lips in disbelief and returned to the ground.

"Master Jiang!"

"Master Jiang!"

"Master Jiang..."

However, when the two got up earlier, it seemed to have brought about a chain reaction.

Everyone in white clothes, red clothes, or even gray clothes, as long as they are holding swords, don't wear swords, or carry swords, who can sit still when they hear the word "eight respectful"?

These people all stood up, and the scene suddenly returned to a little riot.

"Rebellious, right?"

Jiang Bianyan shouted loudly, and flew straight into the sky: "I am the throne, so I can't suppress you, can I?"

He took out a token with his backhand, and volleyed it hard into the ground.

"Keng" sounded.

The boulder on the ground was nailed to pieces, and the ear-piercing sound made everyone's lips and tongues closed, and all kinds of words were stuck in their throats, making them extremely uncomfortable.

"Quiet, understand?"

Jiangbian Yan's complexion was a little red.

He pressed his frantically jumping right eyelid, as if he wanted to flatten it.

However, as soon as he let go of his hand, his eyelids twitched involuntarily.

He gave up and threatened: "Whoever dares to say more, I won't say much, just get out of Wuming Mountain."

Jiang Bianyan flicked his sleeve robe, and his figure landed on the ground.

After a pause, he began to bend over to the shattered wooden table to fumble for something.

"This is more exciting than us..."

A white-clothed swordsman couldn't help muttering a few words in a low voice, "If it wasn't for the Eighth Sword Immortal, why would you be so excited?"

"Who is speaking!"

Jiang Bianyan pouted his buttocks and turned his head, his face flushed as if a demon had descended, with a ferocious expression on his face.

"Hush."

The audience lowered their heads in unison.

The face that should be given must be given, after all, he is the commander-in-chief of the east corner of the battle in the Eight Palaces.

"found it."

The geese slapped their feet by the river a few times, and finally found a crystal ball from among the broken boards.

He took a breath, blew away the sawdust on it, wiped it with his sleeve robe, and then wanted to inject spirit energy.

But at this moment, as if he remembered something, he suddenly stood up and turned around.

"Don't say anything later, understand?"

The entire audience was extremely silent, with fiery eyes staring at the light curtain in the atrium and Jiangbian Yan.

Jiang Bianyan sighed, and his voice softened:

"Don't panic."

"Isn't it just a fake Bazun? This seat should contact the superior at the headquarters!"

...

In the eight palaces, there are far away mountains and four corners.

Situations like this are happening almost everywhere.

As long as it is a place where spiritual masters gather, there will inevitably be sword cultivators.

And as long as there is a sword cultivator, there will be an exclusive fanatic of the legendary Eighth Sword Immortal.

In Zhongyu, perhaps the influence of the Eighth Sword Immortal can only be considered good.

At least with the coercion of the Temple of the Holy Spirit, and the Eighth Sword Immortal's fall for many years, the enthusiasm that should have been extinguished by time has long been extinguished.

But in Sword God Heaven of the Eastern Region, it is completely different.

As a region respected by the sword, the title of the Eighth Sword Immortal is almost a belief.

After wandering all over the world, after waking up suddenly, the legend of the three-breathing innate, three-year-old sword fairy is simply a miraculous existence.

It can be affirmed that once the news of the Eighth Sword Immortal's resurrection spreads, eight out of ten spiritual masters will go crazy.

And out of a hundred swordsmen, only half will go crazy.

The remaining half will explode on the spot!

This is faith.

A belief in the peak swordsman who overwhelmed the entire era, an absolute belief without reason!

...

In the middle domain, Guizhe Holy Mountain, where the headquarters of the Holy God Hall is located.

This is a towering snowy holy mountain, which is covered by the fragrance of osmanthus spirits throughout the year. Flowers and weeds that can grow here have also been impregnated by the uninterrupted holy power day and night to give birth to spirits.

A plant of grass anywhere is at least five grades.

Guizhe Holy Mountain has two legends.

On the Luoshen Peak on the west side, there is a monument in the tree, there is no word on the monument, broken swords are inserted around the monument, and there is an air of death that is incompatible with the character of Xian Guiling.

That is the wreckage of the holy way, the power of silence and resentment.

Luoshen Peak is a forbidden place on Guizhe Holy Mountain.

All spiritual masters in the world know that this place is the place where the previous generation's master of the Holy God Palace fell.

In the past, the head of the Seven Sword Immortals, Mr. Yu Tu, killed himself in the Holy God Hall. The main hall master of the Holy God Hall, the head of the Seven Swords Immortals, directly ended the previous era.

Dao Qiongcang was ordered to take over the team when he was in danger, and only then did he return to the regime that consolidated the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

And the reason why Yu Tu went to Guizhe Holy Mountain was all because of another legend about this holy mountain.

...

east side.

Screen candles.

Another forbidden place in Guizhe Sacred Mountain.

A towering broken willow stands alone in the forbidden area.

This place should have been lush with greenery and willows.

But ever since the legend of "one sword comes from the east, one sword fairy", even the "God Worship Willow", which is the first of the nine ancestor trees and ranked in front of the tree of the sky, has been broken.

It broke so abruptly.

Even after decades, it is still difficult to spit out a new green.

Under the broken willow, on the gravel ground, there is an ancient table.

The ancient table was small, dilapidated, and covered with dust, as if no one had visited it for decades.

But on the table, there is still a candle lamp that will never go out.

The dim lights directly turned the infinite light around into a drowsy space.

Others light lamps for illumination.

But this long-on old lamp is to lure the darkness.

On the dark and gloomy tabletop, apart from the ancient lamp, there is also a sword.

This sword is spotless.

The body of the sword is blue in color, with pits and holes, as if it has experienced countless chopping, tempering, and iron repairs.

The body of the sword is penetrating, and it can suck a person's soul into it at a glance. If there are evil spirits struggling on it, the will to die will disappear, and the desire will not die.

Eighth in the list of famous swords, the name of the sword is Hunting Ghost, one of the Seven Sword Immortals-Hua Changdeng carries the sword with him!

In this empty but scattered screen and candle area, adjacent to the broken willows and far away from the ancient table, there is a gray-haired middle-aged man sitting.

Although the person is middle-aged.

But with that vicissitudes of life, outsiders will only think that he is an old man at a glance.

"Hua Chang Deng?"

Outside the screen candle, there was a wave of wind and waves.

The sonic breath swept away the rustling gravel, but after approaching the middle-aged man with his eyes closed and leaning against the willows, who seemed to be asleep, he stopped silently.

Screen screen...

Strangers don't enter, the wind doesn't come close, and old candles don't go out.

The eyelids of the fake sleeping man called Hua Changdeng trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

In this drowsy place, it seems that the sword is shining.

The remnant candle on the ancient table swayed automatically without any wind, and with the chirping sound, a new drop of candle wax was produced, which barely held the candle's shadow from disappearing.

"Is Guizhe Holy Mountain going to be broken again? This time, who will look for me?"

Hua Changdeng leaned against Broken Willow, his eyes narrowed, containing the astonishing sword intent in his eyes.

He supported the ground with his hands, pushed his feet forward, and leaned against the broken willow behind his back to support his body, barely sitting upright.

"Tap, tap, tap."

The footsteps were getting closer.

A man in white robes came out from around the corner, holding Sinan in his hand, with many hexagrams in the upper seal script, and the air of heaven followed him.

Every step you take is like measuring this world.

With every step taken, the spiritual spoon swayed slightly above Si Nan, leaving a slight dao mark on the hexagram plate.

Engraved, recorded.

Every step, he is growing.

The old candle flickered, reflecting the outline of the person's face.

This is a man with an extremely upright appearance, the sky is like Cheng Taiyu, plump and square, his eyebrows and eyes are like stars, deep and subtle.

The nose is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners.

Looking around, if a saint lowers his eyes, he is full of pity for the world.

"Dao Qiongtian?"

Leaning on the broken willows like the Huachang Lantern, the voice finally became more surprised, "What are you doing here?"

"despair."

Dao Qiongtian is hundreds of feet away from the person in front of him, and stops precisely.

He glanced at the famous sword hunter first, then measured the remaining length of the candle, and smiled: "Can't stand up yet?"

"Why stand up?" Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again, feeling that it was a waste of time to even look at the person in front of him.

"How can a semi-holy body be more mournful than an old tree?" Dao Qiongcang shook his head.

"The sword can cut the way! Compared with the sword sage, the Taoist sage can only stop and leave a message, and there is no one who can greet him." Hua Changdeng's voice was low, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"The Tao overlooks the sky and the earth; but the sword cannot break the sky."

"Hey, stupid."

"Although the sky is broken, there is a sky beyond the sky."

"Oh, ignorance."

"Gou Yujian is accompanied by an old lamp, cuddling with a broken willow, although he wants to stand up, he can't wait, although he wants to wake up, he can't breathe, how miserable is it?" Dao Qiongtian said with a smile in his eyes, "bitter! Bitter..."

Hua Changdeng seemed to be asleep.

The breath became even, and the snoring sound was about to come out.

"The one who sticks to the way!"

Dao Qiongcang shouted suddenly, even the candle flame trembled for three minutes, and was almost not extinguished by shock.

Hua Changdeng shook his body and opened his eyes suddenly.

"Are you sick?!"

Only then did Dao Qiongcang stroke his beard with a smile again, and raised his hand, Sinan, with one hand, and said in a harmonious voice: "If you hold the Tao, you will have three thousand destiny in the palm of your hand, and you will inherit the sound of peace in all worlds. , Your words golden dragon, how lucky are you?"

He nodded enchantedly.

"Very fortunate, very fortunate..."

"I'm sick! What are you doing here? Just to frighten me by saying these two words in a word?" Hua Changdeng turned over and moved to the other side of the tree.

"Don't you think it's very beautiful? I've recently become obsessed with poetry and words. There are great mysteries in these words, which suit me very well."

Dao Qiongcang stepped forward, and suddenly stopped in mid-air: "Me, come in for a chat?"

"No."

Hua Changdeng waved his hand in disgust, "Who did you learn this shit from? Your Taoist ancestor again? If you really think life is boring, just knock your broken Sinan on the head, and Taoist ancestor can teach you the Tao for a lifetime. "

"No no no..."

Dao Qiongcang waved his hands, and stopped a hundred feet away, but did not step in after all.

Hua Changdeng said he couldn't go in, so he didn't go in either.

"These words were not taught by Taoist ancestors."

"Heh, what kind of bullshit is so good at flattering you that it even changes the smell of your whole body?"

"You know……"

Dao Qiongcang stared at him with a smile, paused for a moment, and then chanted loudly: "One sword comes from the east, and another sword fairy, drinking the yellow spring and walking to the blue sky drunk, and not being a worldly guest, how can Gui Zhe be so devout?"

Whoa!

The candles were suddenly extinguished.

The wind started.

Hua Changdeng's ghostly shawl-like figure suddenly faced him, with the ghost in his hands lying between Dao Qiongcang's neck exposed on his back, his eyes were full of madness.

The deep voice was filled with murderous intentions from all directions.

"You, do you want to die?"