I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1263

[Chapter 1196 Colorless, save me!]

There was a sudden mournful cry.

A consciousness body exploded on No. 2’s back, but it was not the remnants of No. 2’s consciousness, but belonged to…

“Situ Yongren?”

Xu Xiaoshou listened to the scream, feeling the consciousness that was thrown out by the taming whip. The familiar fluctuations in the body suddenly froze.

“Let me go! Let me go!”

With just one whip, Situ Yong’s consciousness seemed to be completely rotten.

After breaking away from No. 2’s protection, he couldn’t even take a breath, and was immediately assimilated by the power of the Hongchen Sword, as if he had forgotten all the pain in his body, and condensed a cloud of twitching and churning consciousness, bowing far away.

“See, see Mr. Siren…”

Pop!

The God Taming Whip didn’t stop at all, and it was drawn again.

As the red plums fluttered, most of the ancient characters disappeared again.

On the back of No. 2, there are almost no words left, as if the flesh and blood of a person has been emptied.

“Uh-ah–”

Another scream sounded.

What was pulled out this time was not just a twisted and twitching consciousness.

There is also an illusory eyeball that doesn’t seem to be in this falling world.

“This is…”

Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils shrank, and he recognized that it was Jiang Buyi’s conscious body that had just been swallowed into No. 2’s body.

He was drawn out too?

All disobedient consciousness will be drawn out by the God Taming Whip?

And that eyeball…

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t see or touch it, but he could easily “perceive” it, and there was a strong aura of disaster on it.

Three catastrophes?

Recalling Lei Xi’er’s deduction, Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to pull her out to ask.

But dare not.

The scene where Mr. Siren fought against No. 2’s conscious body shocked him, and he didn’t know when it would be affected.

Lei Xi’er, how could she be pulled out to die?

Jiang Buyi lost his shelter, and only fought for less than three breaths, his weak consciousness couldn’t bear it anymore, and he was assimilated by Hongchen Sword’s power.

“See, see Mr. Siren…”

He bowed from a distance, his condition was better than that of Situ Yong, but not much better.

Snapped!

The God Taming Whip no longer cares about these two tamed…educated disciples, and then whipped them down again.

No. 2, who suffered from two lashes without uttering a word, was still trying to resist the third blow of Hongmei’s third stream, third sword, and finally couldn’t bear it anymore.

“Uh ho ho…”

There was an involuntary twitch in his mouth.

As for the back, after receiving the third attack from the God Taming Whip, it also exploded when it was discouraged.

“Bang!”

Countless ancient words were exploded.

No. 2’s ideology-ruled morphological body, like the splash of a boulder sinking into the sea, splashes in all directions, and it is difficult to gather together again.

In Luoying Realm, red plums flutter lightly along with ancient characters one by one.

These ancient words, as long as there are still some that belong to the No. 2 consciousness and have not been completely dimmed, each of them pauses slightly when they touch the sword energy, red plums, and red dust.

Then he turned around and bowed to the Meisi people who were in a high position and carried a sword elephant on their backs.

“I have met Mr. Siren…”

“I have met Mr. Siren…”

The voice of No. 2 resounded in all directions.

The ancient characters are folded, like the life of a baker, and the meaning of piety jumps up.

Xu Xiaoshou had goosebumps all over his body when he heard it, and his dark eyes couldn’t hide the turmoil in his heart.

He had known that Mr. Siren was strong, but he didn’t know that Mr. Siren after being conferred a saint could be so strong!

I thought that the liberated heavenly secret divine envoy was already invincible in the world.

I never thought that it was this No. 2 in a state of incomprehension that almost beat Xu Xiaoshou and the five evils of heaven and man to the point where he couldn’t take care of himself.

Mr. Siren can immediately find a way to bring it into the world of consciousness that is beneficial to him.

Or on the literal level… hang up and fight!

It was only at this moment that Xu Xiaoshou fully understood the chess played step by step by Mr. Siren.

From the beginning to the end, he was not Tu Jiang Buyi’s head.

It’s that he has fought against Jiang Buyi, and he knows that there are three evil eyes on his body, and he is the coveted item of No. 2.

So using this as a measure, he used the third rate of red plums.

A sword subverts reality and illusion.

One sword cuts off the No. 2 ideological body.

When the third sword was struck, No. 2’s consciousness was shattered.

One after the other, after the three swords, the strongest semi-saint has become a floating cloud.

“Is this the fighting power of the ‘Juvenile Master’?”

Looking at Mr. Siren who was standing in a high position and still calm and at ease, Xu Xiaoshou felt that this new teacher was too scary.

Perhaps, only No. 2 can last until the arrival of Hongmei Sanliu and Third Sword?

If it were an ordinary half-sage…Xu Xiaoshou felt that ninety-nine out of ten half-sages would not last this long.

They didn’t know how to fight or break it long after the first sword “Luoyingjie” of Hongmei Sanliu.

At least, the real world and the conscious world are subverted.

Without Mr. Siren’s teaching, Xu Xiaoshou himself would not be able to enter this Luoying world.

His strength was suppressed to less than one ten-thousandth in an instant, and he didn’t even know how to use his skills and moves to destroy the British Realm.

Maybe there is only one “disappearance technique” left that can be used to escape?

But just hiding, I don’t know how Mr. Siren will make the next move…

No. 2 has already taught him by precept and example before, and such actions are equivalent to death in front of these high-strength semi-saints.

“It’s so terrifying!”

“The Ancient Sword Master is indeed the least provoking and most unreasonable combat profession.” The more

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it, the more excited he became.

Because Mr. Mito, who is so strong, is not an enemy.

And this battle…it looks like a battle, but it is actually teaching!

Mr. Siren showed him the first level of the eight major swordsmanship, except for the unsheathed sword, which is the only level of Tibetan swordsmanship.

Moreover, it is also a method of fusion and application of the major swordsmanship realms.

Change to an ancient sword cultivator, no matter how talented you are… If you fall into the world, you may learn for thirty years!

Xu Xiaoshou is different, completely different.

Stepping on the kendo plate and opening the state of the unity of heaven and man, even if he can’t understand all the three swords of this third-rate Hongmei for the time being.

At least, with Mr. Siren’s step-by-step guidance and demonstration, he can extract the first realm of the eight ancient swordsmanship from it.

In other words, given some time to digest, Xu Xiaoshou will be able to master nearly half of the Eighteen Swordsmanship!

In the early stage, this level can even compete for the title of Seven Sword Immortals!

It is now…

Seeing Mr. Siren, who has become a saint once and his combat power has evolved so ridiculously, Xu Xiaoshou once again realized the gold content of the Seven Sword Immortals.

He doesn’t even dare to challenge the current Rao Yaoyao, let alone other people, why covet the title of “Seven Sword Immortals”?

In the battle of censorship, Mei Siren turned his head to look, and asked casually: “Xu Xiaoshou, how much have you learned?

”

Mei Siren looked at the Dao Yun aura on his body, and the brighter sword formation under his feet, with a smile on his face: “It seems that

you have learned the essence of ancient sword cultivation.”

Xu Xiao Shou could hardly hold back his cold expression.

The essence of Gu Jianxiu is not sword intent or sword skills, but an elegant and noble quality called “humility”.

“Come.”

Mei Si waved.

Xu Xiaoshou thought he was calling himself, so he was about to step forward.

But he never thought that the sword intent from Mr. Siren’s body diffused out, and the eye of the Three Tribulations, which was just blown out, came in from outside the Luoying Boundary.

It is no longer illusory, vague, elusive.

And it seemed to be replaced by Mr. Siren’s heart swordsmanship into a real body, and entered the Luoying Realm.

“Hold it, this is Jiang Buyi… No, this is the Three Tribulations of the Lei family. The old man had to go through the Half-Saint Tribulation before, all because of it.” “Maybe this is what you want. Now

, Let’s just return half

of the property to the original owner.” “It’s up to you to decide whether it will

stay or not.” The Meisi people didn’t even care about it, and without looking at it, they waved the eye of the three catastrophes to their students.

Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly caught Lei Jiatong, and his evaluation of Mr. Siren in his heart was more than a little higher.

Indifferent to fame and fortune is just a word.

But how many people can really do this?

Even the Hall of the Holy God, or the power of the Leijiatong, which is coveted by the five great families of the Holy Emperor.

Mr. Siren didn’t seem to care before.

Now he has seen the power of the Three Tribulations, but he still doesn’t care.

At this point, Jiang Buyi, No. 2, and even the Taoist clan of the five great holy emperor families are all weak!

As long as they can do this…

Maybe Jiang Buyi will not be in the current miserable situation.

Number Two is not in danger of being greedy.

The so-called life-and-death enmity for the sake of “Laijiatong” will no longer exist.

However, Xu Xiaoshou also understood very well:

Mr. Siren, there is always only one!

A person who can truly be open-minded and consistent.

Don’t say 10% to 10%, but 70% are similar to Mr. Siren. Looking at the world, how many can there be?

One person, one sword.

In this world, there is absolute self-confidence, and no longer covet foreign objects.

Perhaps this is what Gu Jianxiu can cultivate from his rigorous swordsmanship, surpassing the highest level of swordsmanship, right?

“I’ll take care of it properly.” Xu Xiaoshou solemnly put away the troubled eyes of the Three Tribulations.

The Meisi people looked away, as if admonishing, as if mumbling to themselves, as if feeling emotional, as if sighing:

“Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself, don’t love the world of mortals, and don’t waste yourself.”

Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have something Thinking, chewing silently, and then being educated.

As a teacher, what Mei Siren most wants to teach students is not only swordsmanship, but also how to be a human being.

He has seen too many students who floated into the sky after learning swordsmanship with him, and were finally eaten back by their own abilities.

Yu realized this a long time ago, so the Meisi people basically stopped showing their real names when they taught swords, and they didn’t play tricks for tigers.

But tragedies are always happening, and manpower cannot stop them.

Personal destiny depends entirely on personal encounters and personal development.

All the virtues are not coordinated, and the ability is too high, which is a kind of sadness in the end.

Naturally, the Meisi people didn’t want Xu Xiaoshou to become such a proud man who would make people sigh after learning the sword.

The exhortation was just incidental, and soon, the Meisi people looked at the blocking formation.

The conscious body belonging to Jiang Buyi has been educated by the power of the Hongchen Sword, and while convulsing and churning in mid-air, he couldn’t resist maintaining the state of worship.

“There are two more.”

Mei Siren said, and the God Taming Whip was condensed in Jiutian, as if there was a disagreement, and he was about to pull it off.

Jiang Buyi’s conscious body stopped trembling suddenly, and struggled violently in the next second.

But the power of the Hongchen Sword assimilated, and Jiang Buyi’s consciousness quickly formed two illusory pupils, which were about to be spit out.

At this moment, the ancient characters that belonged to the No. 2 ideology rule morphological body flew out after being smashed by the God Taming Whip.

There are three words that broke free from the power of enlightenment, ended the folding, and shone with a faint light as if they straightened their waists.

Look at it one by one…

a word for “xu”, a word for “box”, and a word for “xuan”.

Mei Siren’s eyes lit up, and he knew that No. 2’s consciousness had clearly been festered by the God Taming Whip, and he couldn’t fit together for a short time.

Then this ancient text, which can still break free from the suppression of Hongmei’s third-rate power, most likely did not come from him, but belonged to his successor.

Who will it come from?

hum!

Before he could think about it, the ancient “Xuan” character suddenly lit up after the dim light.

Countless patterns of heavenly secrets shot out from the center, and finally intertwined in the sky above the Luoying Realm, turning into a slowly unfolding black and red scroll.

In an instant, everything in everyone’s sight was flooded, and the thoughts in their minds were changed.

“Half-Holy Proclamation!”

Seeing this scroll, Xu Xiaoshou was horrified, and subconsciously blocked all his senses, not looking at it.

He does remember.

In the Forest of Miracles, after Jiang Buyi left, relying on the semi-holy decree left behind, he was pulled out from the vanishing technique with just the word “return”.

If he hadn’t foreseen the crisis in advance, the gecko would cut off its tail and cut off its own arm.

At that time, Jiang Buyi’s backhand chopped off his real body!

“The journey of the avenue follows the law and order,

and the evolution of yin and yang becomes its

own mystery. ” The melodious holy voice also fell from the nine heavens, cleansing people’s hearts and deafening them.

“Transformation!”

In the end, the semi-sacred decree evolved into a word.

The word “Hua” infinitely magnified in the mind in an instant contains terrifying power.

Even if Xu Xiaoshou didn’t want to watch or listen, after realizing something was wrong, he activated the disappearance technique.

But still, the word “hua” entered my mind.

As if to purify and melt him, he evaporated the ability of his vanishing technique and returned him to his original form.

Even all the treasures with their bodies, souls, and air seas are unable to resist the power of this word, and they will turn into primitive energy and disappear.

“Whose word is this?!” Xu Xiaoshou was terrified.

He found that the word “Hua” was infinitely more terrifying than Jiang Buyi’s “Return”.

It contains the power of heavenly secrets who understand the true meaning of the Dao, like brainwashing, it can wash away even people’s panic!

It makes people feel that it makes sense…

This interpretation of “transformation” makes sense…

I really want to follow this word, disappear into nothingness, and completely integrate into the secret, in exchange for eternal life…

“Om.”

Spirit Awakening triggers.

Xu Xiaoshou’s expression froze, and in the next second, he shouted at the top of his voice, “Mr. Siren, save me——”

“Boy Dao…”

Mei Siren laughed, but it was as if he had never heard the student calling for help.

He half-closed his eyes, his expression fascinated, he listened to the holy voice of the semi-sacred decree from the beginning to the end, and carefully understood the connotation of it.

The most kind and elegant words always teach people like spring breeze.

Today is different from the past, he is no longer the Seven Swords Immortal under Jiang Buyi’s word “return”, but the ancient sword master who can rival Dao Qiongcang with the word “Hua”!

Until the word “Hua” appeared, Mimi Shengyin stopped.

The Meisi people’s intoxicated expression remained unchanged, but their eyes were completely closed.

As if feeling something, he came across it by chance, raised the Taicheng sword with his right hand, put two fingers together with his left hand, and slowly stroked the sword, as if whispering to himself: “After the snow hits the red plums, there is still a dark fragrance, and the spring is gone

. When the wind arrives, red plum blossoms will spit out again.”

With a sound, it finished.

Little red plum blossoms blossomed from the body of Taicheng Jianjian, and bloomed to the tip of the sword, but then withered, retreating one after another as if time went backwards.

In Luoying Realm, white snow is flying, mixed with bright red, falling halfway, and then flying back, as if the gravity is reversed, piece by piece.

“Illusive swordsmanship, space-time leap.”

Mei Siren opened his eyes suddenly, the sword light overflowed in his eyes, and Taicheng sword cut forward.

In Luoying Realm, time flows against the current, the word “hua” becomes smaller and disappears, and it is classified as the thirty-two-character mantra in the semi-sage Xuanzhi.

The scrolls were reunited, the heavenly secrets were shattered, and all the energy returned to the original point, forming dao patterns tied on the character “Xuan”.

The Taicheng sword lightly chopped on the word “Xuan”.

Click!

There was a crack.

The ancient “Xuan” character was still in a state of bowing and worshiping, and it was forcibly strangled in the swaddling clothes before it shot out half of the sacred decree, and it was split into two on the spot.

It was also at this moment that the light on the word “xu” on the other side suddenly lit up.

This time, it didn’t dare to shoot out the heavenly secret dao pattern to form a semi-holy decree.

Instead, a voice that tried to calm down but was slightly panicked came out of it—the voice of No. 2, which pierced through time and space, and spread almost throughout the entire Void Island:

“Yan Wuse, save me!”

(End of this chapter)