I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"So you can stand up?"

"Then just stand up and talk earlier, I thought your injury hasn't healed yet!"

Dao Qiongcang smiled.

After a long time, meeting the person in front of him without saying a word, he finally stopped smiling and looked at the other person's question squarely.

"I don't dare to think about it."

"But the damned person has already been resurrected."

He moved his eyes down as he said, glanced at the famous sword hunter on his neck, without blinking, "Move away."

"What exactly do you want to say?" Hua Changdeng narrowed his eyes sharply, as if murderous intent was about to overflow from his eyes.

Dao Qiongcang sighed helplessly.

"Eight Venerables, revived."

A faint sound echoed on the screen and candles, and in this place where even the slightest sound of wind could not be heard, the scene became deadly and terrifying.

Hua Changdeng remained silent.

He took the hunting ghost back, disappeared with a whoosh, and fell back under the broken willow to take a nap again.

"If you are idle and bored, you plan to use this kind of joke to amuse me..."

"Not for fun."

Dao Qiongcang interrupted his words, waved his hand, and a light curtain appeared in front of him.

Above the light curtain is the scene of the confrontation between the masked man and Gou Wuyue in the Bagongli.

And under this big picture, there are images from four small crystal balls in the Battle of Eight Palaces in the Eastern Territory, on which there are four anxious-looking lovely people.

They all seem to be waiting for a response from headquarters.

Although he didn't speak, it could be seen that everyone's stomach was full of problems.

"Anyway, I can't see it. You have fought him before, do you know who this person is?" Dao Qiongcang asked, pointing at the masked man.

"You never fought him?" Hua Changdeng asked back.

"I have fought, but Tianji can no longer deduce the existence of this person. The power of the Holy Emperor has shielded his breath. He still has helpers!"

"Chi~"

Hua Changdeng sneered, "This is what you call the Supreme Dao? You can't even tell whether a person is real or not, so what's the point?"

Dao Qiongcang was choked.

He did not refute, but asked again: "So, is it him? Bazunfa?"

"chug chug~"

Hua Changdeng snorted.

Dao Qiongcang: "..."

He is angry.

"Old ghost Hua! Did you make a noise?"

"Now is the time for child's play?"

"If not, behind the holy slave, there is the holy emperor supporting him."

"And if so, behind the holy slave, not only is the holy emperor supporting him, but the person in power on the surface is also the Eighth Sword Immortal!"

"Can you imagine the consequences?"

"If he raises his arms and calls..."

"You are so noisy!" Hua Changdeng turned over a little irritatedly, sniffed his nose, and said lazily: "Isn't Gou Wuyue there?"

"Yes! So?"

"So you think that a guy who can't even break through the realm of the sword fairy can escape from the sky under the hands of the former Seven Sword Fairies?"

"..."

Dao Qiongcang was angry again, and said angrily:

"Have you shut yourself up for decades?"

"If he is the eight masters, how could Gou Wuyue do anything to him?"

"The voice of Nu Lan is in hand, and Gou Wuyue has not yet repaid the favor she owed to the eight masters. How could he do it!"

Hua Changdeng was completely annoyed.

"Stupid!"

He turned over and stood up, scolding loudly: "Is it the ruler of the Holy Spirit Hall who is important, or the people who are familiar with him by the eight gods? Even you can't tell the difference?"

"Since the two of them met, it happens to be..."

"Didn't you say that Gou Wuyue doesn't like the Holy God Hall?"

"Isn't now an opportunity?"

"Let him do it!"

"If you dare to release people, you must be prepared to pay the corresponding price after releasing them; and if he dares not release people, as long as he kills the eight masters, in the world, do you think there is anything worth turning his face against?" Leave?"

Dao Qiongcang was stunned by the drinking, and he sighed after a long time: "So, the eight gods really know..."

"He wasn't dead!"

Hua Changdeng returned to lie down with his eyes closed: "That day,

I just cut off his two fingers and cut off his head. How can I behead him before becoming a saint? "

As he spoke, his voice lowered, and he looked far away at the other side of Guizhe Sacred Mountain.

Even so, such an approach has drawn scourges.

On Luoshen Peak, there was an additional unnamed tombstone.

"But didn't the Eight Masters be abolished by you?"

Dao Qiongcang asked: "What about the ban on martial arts, didn't you also issue it?"

Hua Changdeng sighed.

"Down is down..."

"Didn't you see that he is just an acquired cultivation now?"

"But the sky is big and the earth is big, and the military ban is not something everyone can do."

"At the very least, some people can only peel off their swords, seal their murderous intentions, and stop their killing desires...and once they are freed, they will rebound."

The scene fell silent again.

Dao Qiongcang's eyes wandered, a little uncertain.

He was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth and said: "Are you really not afraid that Gou Wuyue will let him go?"

"Anyway, I can't get out now." Hua Changdeng fell asleep on the ground.

"I can help you."

"How to help?"

Hua Changdeng sneered, "Could it be possible that you still found Neng Youtu? Or did you kill him?"

"No."

A mysterious smile appeared on Dao Qiongcang's face, and he said, "I can help you shield the heaven's secrets, temporarily solve this dilemma, and then send you there. You have a quarter of an hour of free time."

"That's only a quarter of an hour in total..."

Hua Changdeng knew that he was in a predicament, and said, "My mission is no longer to wander around the mainland."

"The Holy Mountain of Guizhe is not bad. As a natural prison, I can be imprisoned here by that old fellow Yu Tu."

"And there is Gou Wuyue in the Eastern Territory, so you don't have to worry about it, he knows the seriousness."

"and……"

After a pause, Hua Changdeng added: "The power of the half-sage is involved a lot, you really think that if I move, Wen Ting, you will choose to stand by and watch?"

Dao Qiongcang was taken aback by the words.

He turned his head and looked towards the far east, his eyes seemed to have pierced through time and space, and he saw the Dongshan mountain with a decaying sword intent.

"yes……"

he murmured.

In the Jianjian Tomb, there is another person who can invite Jian Dongshan.

Even if there is no big fluctuation in the sky, that guy, estimated that he is only one step away from the half saint.

It may not be a stimulus, but it will help him move forward and enter that realm.

And with the friendship between Wen Ting and Ba Zun, would he sit back and watch Hua Changdeng hurt his old friends again?

"pity."

Dao Qiongcang showed a disappointed expression, "It's not a good show."

He turned his head and glanced at Hua Changdeng one last time.

"You really don't want to go out for a walk?"

"Om—"

Before Hua Changdeng could speak, the famous Sword Shougui trembled spiritually, as if he had already given the answer.

"Quiet."

Hua Changdeng swept away coldly, and the ghost hunter immediately returned to silence.

"think."

Hua Changdeng said one word heavily, then hummed, his voice weakened a bit, "But not now."

"oh."

Dao Qiongcang waved his sleeves, and was about to close the light curtain and leave.

"etc."

Hua Changdeng stopped suddenly.

"how?"

Dao Qiongcang looked over, but saw the person sleeping on the ground, his eyes widened at some point, and he was staring at an inconspicuous figure on the light curtain.

"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked.

Dao Qiongcang took a closer look and realized why Hua Changdeng paid special attention to this young man with a Chinese face and beard.

"There are four swords?"

"Who is he?" Hua Changdeng asked again.

"Forehead……"

Dao Qiongcang didn't know how to say it for a while, he thought twice before opening his mouth and said: "Wen Ming? Xu Xiaoshou? Xiaoshi Tan Ji?"

"I don't know, this person has many names, but..."

"The successor of the Eighth Sword Immortal?" Gou Wuyue stopped talking when she saw Sijian.

"Xiao Shi Tan Ji...?"

Hua Changdeng took a deep look, as if he wanted to engrave that figure into his memory, and then looked away.

Long hair, beard, square face...

very good.

I, Hua Changdeng, remember you!

...

In the eight palaces.

"Tat-tat-tat!"

The rain seems to be getting heavier here.

This kind of "heavy" is not a comparatively heavy, but a real "heavy".

From the dark clouds being broken by the masked man to the gathering of the dark clouds.

Back and forth, but only half a stick of incense time.

And when the rain returned to fall, the raindrops that should have been cut into powder in the field of Taste Wing's "light rhythm" suddenly fell without fear of light.

These rains seem to have lost their surface tension.

Even if it was really cut by a ray of light during the falling process, it was glued together again the moment it left the ray.

From heaven to earth.

Rain's life is over.

But when it landed, it smashed a deep hole.

"Boom boom boom..."

The rain was inexplicably worse.

It has turned into an existence like a dull drum, and the ground has also begun to become potholed.

Every drop of raindrops seems to be able to drive the heartbeat of dozens of people in this dead scene.

"Ah Choo!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but want to sneeze, so he immediately turned into a disappearing state to solve it, then adjusted his comfortable posture, returned to hide behind the masked man, and then appeared.

so close……

In this completely stiff atmosphere, he seemed to have caught a cold, and he couldn't even control his urge to sneeze.

But such an abrupt sound on weekdays will surely return hundreds of thousands of passive points.

At this moment, the information column can only contribute this one...

"Attention, passive value, +2."

"Did only two people notice me..."

Xu Xiaoshou secretly thought that by chance, these white clothes, red clothes and gray clothes were really shocked by the words just now.

"My name, the eight masters!"

Even though there had been similar speculations before, when Xu Xiaoshou heard this sentence with his own ears, Xu Xiaoshou's blood still couldn't help but start to boil.

It was only then that he could fully understand why Cenchov, the storyteller, and even Sang Lao and other peerless powerhouses were willing to follow in this person's footsteps.

It was only at this moment that he truly understood what the masked man meant when he said, "Your path has long been ruined" by the Goose Lake in Tiansangling Palace.

"Eight Masters..."

Xu Xiaoshou grunted.

He never thought that a person could be so domineering just by his name.

He sneaked a glance at the others beside him.

But it's okay to see the storyteller's eyes are full of stars, but even Cenchov's face is full of excitement, and he has no image at all.

"You guys, don't you know that he is the Eight Masters?" Xu Xiaoshou asked through voice transmission.

Tzenchov returned in a rare second.

"Guessed, but not confirmed."

After a pause, he added: "Confirm it with your own mouth!"

"oh."

Xu Xiaoshou nodded: "Then he said that he is the eight gods, do you believe it?"

"?"

The star in the storyteller's eyes instantly disappeared, and turned into a sharp sword, which slashed at Xu Xiaoshou viciously.

Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill down his spine.

"Of course you have to believe this, I believe it too, iron believer, thief believer!"

"bling~"

The stars appear again.

Only then did Xu Xiaoshou heave a sigh of relief.

Damn, is this the deterrent force from fans?

Really terrible!

...

"Back off!"

Gou Wuyue, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again.

This first sentence was not addressed to the so-called "Eight Masters", but to his subordinates.

brush!

Everyone in the audience, like springs ready to go, suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Tzenchov."

The masked man also said again.

The old woodcutter's motionless body finally finished gathering momentum, and there was no movement at all. The small ax in his hand suddenly flew up, and he was not afraid of the light field with super cutting power.

"Boom!"

It swelled in mid-air, burst into air waves, and turned into a mottled giant ax that was about ten feet long.

"Panxian axe, heaven and earth return to origin!"

An ax fell from the sky.

There was no movement in space or the earth.

But the realm of "light rhythm" suddenly turned into a majestic purple, and was sucked into the ax body by the pan immortal axe.

"Broken?"

Seeing the inexplicable situation, Xu Xiaoshou dared not try easily.

The realm that seemed to taste the wings seemed to be shattered.

But if Tiandi wants to say that the light disappears, it's not always the case, it's just a little bit weaker.

Couldn't help but move his fingers, Xu Xiaoshou still tried it out.

But the moving fingers were not smashed into blood mist like before, so Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's really broken."

Xu Xiaoshou felt regretful that the realm was really lost.

"It's such a pity, I moved 9999 points of passive value once, I should have moved a few more times just now..."

It's nice to be able to sneeze without Vanishing.

But even if he could move, Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to make big moves easily at the moment.

He moved a bit, quietly stepped in front of Cenchov and the storyteller, and then looked at the legendary eight gods in front of him, feeling a little more secure in his heart.

Triangles are stable.

Now, if others want to kill me, they have to break through the three giants of saints and slaves.

So this wave, I, Xu Xiaoshou, should be able to survive...

No one cared about Xu Xiaoshou's small details, and the protagonist present at the moment was not him.

Gou Wuyue cleared the white clothes, and her eyes fell on the masked man again.

"Acquainted with the eight deities?"

He withdrew the famous sword Nulan's voice, put it back into the sheath, without raising his eyes, shook his head and said, "I don't believe you."

The corner of the masked man's mouth twitched: "I can't believe it, or don't I want to believe it?"

"Do not believe!"

"Don't believe me? Then why did you put your sword back into its sheath, and why did you clear the crowd?"

"because……"

Gou Wuyue raised her eyes again, eyes full of heat: "I want to fight with you alone!"

"hehe."

"alone?"

The masked man laughed out loud: "Are you afraid that those people will be slaughtered by me? Don't worry, I don't like killing people now, so I don't like it."

"and……"

The masked man looked Gou Wuyue up and down, and his cloudy eyes were full of teasing, "You're almost half-saint, and you still want to bully me, a mere acquired child?"

"the day after tomorrow?"

Gou Wuyue laughed loudly: "The day after tomorrow, he can pinch and explode Dao at will? Chang Yi was brought out by me, and I know his strength, so..."

He changed the subject, "Are you sealing the sword?!"