I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1966

Chapter 1842 Worship

In Fusang City, Xiao Kongtong was still dragging the big sack, facing the faces of the Eight Lords, and looking at the saints in the air with a smile.

After defeating the half-saint of the Cheng family whose name he could not remember and driving away his cronies, he now set his sights on the Alchemy Saint Lu Shiyu.

To be more precise, they were eyeing the Daluo Jiutiansheng Sword in his hand.

“It ranks tenth on the famous sword list. It is known as the Living Sword. In ancient times, it was once one of the swords of the great sword saint Hua Weiyang.”

“After many twists and turns, in this era, the sword bearer has been lost and is being guarded by the city of Shengfutu.”

“But it lives up to its name of ‘Sword of Life’. It can cure diseases and save lives. All it needs is one sword. However, a sword is a sword after all. It is used to kill. It should be matched with a sword holder who is a murderer by nature, not a pill saint, a military saint, or a formation saint…”

Xiao Zun’an picked up the old sack and slowly stepped into the air.

He spoke freely without any scruples, completely ignoring the increasingly gloomy complexion of the Military Saint Tie Dameng. Suddenly, he raised his voice and spread it to all directions:

“All of you who are here today are guided by me.”

“The Living Sword has been anonymous in the City of Dead Buddha for so long, it’s time for it to come out, don’t you think?”

As Xiao Kongtong spoke, he cast his gaze towards the four sons of the Sword Burial Tomb, the two elders Gou Feng, and Lei Shuangxing and others who were also carrying famous swords.

No one answered him.

He nodded calmly.

“Yes, that’s it.”

Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, there are only a few famous swords around that are either inconvenient or unnecessary to collect.

The living sword is the last part of the mission.

The order to gather swords came from his teacher Ba Zun’an. Xiao Kongtong regarded it as the highest mission in his life and implemented it for decades.

The sword tomb is under the management of Wen Ting. If teacher Ba Zun’an wants to borrow the sword, it is just a matter of a few words.

Gou Wu Yue and Feng Ting Chen are both among the Eight Sword Immortals of the previous generation. They have a deep friendship with the Eight Lords and are no longer in a hostile position now, so it is natural for them to give each other face.

Tears in pairs…

We are one family, no need to mention more.

So from the perspective of outsiders, the Eighth Sword Immortal’s collection of famous swords is still a long way off. After all, it seems that there are too many famous swords that are lost and have not been collected.

In fact, Xiao Kongtong knew that the only thing missing was Lu Shi and the one in his hand!

Since there is a possibility that all the twenty-one famous swords can be fully gathered today, Xiao Kongtong will definitely not let Lu Shiyu go.

Either Lu Shi or Guaiguai would present the sword with both hands.

Either he takes action and declares war on the entire Shengfutu City, or he has to “borrow” the Sheng Sword.

“Are you borrowing the sword? You are clearly stealing it!”

The Soldier Saint Tie Da looked at the green scales on the opponent’s hand and the little girl in red who collapsed powerlessly at the entrance of the alley, his face livid.

But Cheng Caizhi, who was lying behind this man and had fainted, was a lesson for resistance. This made people fear the “Eighth Sword Immortal” with his explosive combat power like a tiger. If they wanted to resist, they would have to scratch their heads twice.

Earlier, after the Eight Masters of Sacks defeated Cheng Caizhi, they threatened to “borrow” famous swords from everyone here.

The first one to speak out in resistance…

Of course not, everyone is waiting for outsiders to come forward first.

Madai Bazun’an was the first to say “I’m sorry” to Gou Wu Yue, then he knocked the little girl in red unconscious in a very offensive way and “borrowed” the sword.

Afterwards, he asked Xiang Lei Shuangxing: “Would you like to borrow the magic wand?”

Tears twinkled as she replied, “Very willing.”

“This is what we call a generous ancient swordsman!”

In a word, all the ancient sword practitioners and non-ancient sword practitioners present were unable to do it.

Isn’t this just a clumsy show of killing
chickens to scare monkeys among you, the Holy Slaves?

The ones being threatened are our own people.

The monkeys being warned are all monkey kings, why don’t you provoke them?

Everyone was expecting the Eight Sacks to target the Four Sons of the Sword Tomb, Gou Wu Yue and Feng Ting Chen.

After all, there are sword masters here.

However, that guy seemed to be a person who only bullies the weak and fears the strong. He turned his attention directly to Lu Shiyu, who was famous for alchemy, and gave him two options: “soft loan” and “hard loan”.

“The loan period is half a year…”

Lu Shi and his silent whisper had already delayed for half a quarter of an hour.

On the side of the Formation Saint Taoist Shangfeng, the elders and guest officials of the major associations in Tongshengfutu City have all discussed the matter.

Even the semi-saint-level connections in the five domains who could be asked for help have been taken stock.

“If he really wants to take action, we can at most invite thirteen semi-saints, five of whom are willing to take action, and the remaining eight are just there to hold the fort. I think they don’t want to get involved in the affairs of the Saint Slave and will withdraw at any time.” Taoist Shangfeng lowered his voice and passed on the message, “Even if I said it was a fake.”

Five…

Plus the three here…

Eight semi-saints fighting force, eight semi-saints supporting the formation!
Sixteen saints in total, if this lineup is released, not to mention the great earthquake in the five regions, at least the Central Region will tremble.

But that was half a year ago.

Today, half a year later, Half Saint is worthless.

Not to mention that the other side only needs to call in a shouye to defeat their own army, and it is still unclear whether the eight semi-saints can control the fake eighth sword fairy in front of them!
“You are robbing in name only, where does the saint slave put the reputation of our Shengfutu City?” Tie Dameng could no longer hold back, and spoke again, indignantly, “Let’s not talk about anything else, Shengjian is not considered to be in decline in my city, it has blessed countless people, and now…”

“Stop.”

Xiao Kongtong raised his hand to stop him, not wanting to listen to his words. “I gave you time to think about it, and I also gave you the chance to call for help. But you don’t seem to be the one who can take charge of things here?”

“you!”

Tie Dameng was so incited by this that he took out his heavy hammer and was ready to attack.

He also wanted to give it a try to see if this fake Eighth Sword Immortal was really that mysterious.

“Da Meng, come back!”

The formation master, Taoist Shangfeng, stopped the charging general in time.

In fact, there were not many generals who dared to charge into Shengfutu City. Tie Dameng was the only one who really dared to charge.

Lu Shiyu also sighed, then took out the pure white flawless sword and said softly,
“Sword, can I borrow it?”

Tie Da suddenly turned around and stared at him with a fierce look in his eyes.

After just a few words, he lent out the sword. How is this different from admitting defeat?
With such a shameful reputation, will the City of Buddha still be able to survive in the Five Regions in the future?

Lu Shiyu changed the subject and stared at the fake Eight Lords, his eyes cold and he said,
“But the person to whom the Living Sword will be lent must be an ancient sword cultivator with a good reputation and upright conduct, not a cunning and eccentric person.”

“If I have to lend out the sword in my hand without knowing why, and there is no way to get it back later, even if I, Lu Shi, want to agree today, everyone in the city of Shengfutu will definitely not agree.”

“Otherwise, fight to the death!”

These words were spoken with absolute certainty, and they also declared the determination and courage of the City of Shengfutu, and also kicked the hot potato-like right of choice back to the fake Eight Lords.

Even a saint like Li You looked at Lu Shiyugao. After all, she was the one whose famous sword was borrowed for unknown reasons.

Everyone in the tavern immediately turned their eyes to the man in the sack.

At this moment, let alone Lu Shiyu, everyone knows that this guy is a fake.

But the fakes also have such strength, so this person must be no unknown person.

If he wants to suppress Shengfutu City, which has united powerful men from the five regions, without bloodshed, he obviously still lacks one last step.

Whether this step can calm Lu Shiyu down depends entirely on how thick-skinned he is.

“Hahaha!”

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Sack Ba Zun’an laughed loudly: “Shengfutu City, I am indeed not a coward! Yes, I am indeed not Ba Zun’an…”

After saying this, the smile on his face froze, and he tore off his mask with his backhand, revealing a younger and more handsome face underneath.

His eyebrows and eyes are straight, full of spirit, without any sharpness, gentle and elegant, and he actually looks somewhat familiar?

“He is…”

After a pause, someone nearby recognized this face and exclaimed, “Xiao Kongtong?”

“I am from Canyue Fairy City, Xiaokongtong, and I am glad to meet you all.”

When Xiao Kongtong revealed his true face, most of the semi-saints in front of him were seniors, and he also performed the etiquette as a junior.

But courtesy is courtesy, and politeness is politeness. When they recognized this face, everyone was stunned.

“Two generations of sword immortals Qiu Wuqi, Xu Xiaoliu came to Gu Beixi, he is really the Seven Sword Immortals, and he is second only to Shou Ye’s Xiao Kongtong!”

“It is rumored that the first seat of the Holy Slave, Eighth Lord, has a disciple who has inherited all of his sword skills, especially the Illusion Sword Skill. No wonder he did nothing, but Dai Xiu, Luo Hui and other saints fell down. This is the Illusion Sword Immortal!”

“The great killer of Cangyue Immortal City, he defended half of the East Moon Realm by himself half a year ago, killing people so hard that blood flowed like a river. I heard that even the Northern Sword Immortal brought the Emperor Sword to conquer Cangyue Immortal City, but he returned empty-handed in the end!”

“…”

There was a sudden buzz of discussion around the tavern.

After Xiao Kongtong clasped his fists and bowed, he raised his head, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his mouth could not close, and he could not suppress it even if he wanted to.

He had to bear the teacher’s shame all his life and borrow swords from others.

Only when I was in the Immortal City of Chanyue could I be myself again and slowly practice sword skills.

If he had not been elected as one of the Seven Sword Immortals, the only people who actually knew him were in the East Moon Realm, and at most half of the Eastern Region. And among them, they were only known by name, not by face.

There is the Eighth Sword Immortal in front and the First Sword Immortal behind.

Xiao Kongtong, who was caught in the middle era, was actually more uncomfortable than Wen Ting in his heart, and he was also overshadowed by others.

The dream of holding a sword in front of the preaching mirror like “Shou Ye” and never being defeated is something that 99% of the ancient sword practitioners in the world have had, not to mention Kongtong.

But Shou Ye has the glory of being Shou Ye, but also the pressure of being the second-in-command of the Holy Slave.

Xiao Kongtong knew what his mission was and where his butt was. He only enjoyed the moment for a moment before collecting his thoughts and calming down. He looked at Lu Shiyu:

“Senior Lu, what do you think?”

Lu Shiyu knew something was wrong when he saw this face.

He was also betting that this person was not one of the Holy Slaves. As long as this bet was successful, the City of Shengfutu would not be afraid of any force in the world.

But this person is not only.

He also has a city of his own.

His teacher is Ba Zun’an, and he has a close relationship with Shou Ye…If something happens, the city of Shengfutu will be doomed.

It’s done!

Admit defeat!
Lu Shi and Tie Dameng, Shangfeng Taoist and others looked at each other, sighed helplessly, and finally handed over the sword:

“I hope that the Laughing Sword Immortal will keep his promise and return the famous sword of Shengfutu City to me after half a year.”

“No problem.” Xiao Kongtong grinned and stretched out his hand to take the sword.

Buzz!
At this moment, a dark sword light suddenly appeared in the far north.

Immediately afterwards, the whimpering sound of evil spirits resounded throughout the entire ghost and Buddha world, and then spread along the sea, land, and the laws of the Tao, and followed the wind to the five regions of the Holy Divine Continent.

A voice that was slightly hoarse, but full of fighting spirit, reached the ears of the world:

“Where are the Eight Lords?”

…

“Where are the Eight Lords?”

In the Feng Family City in the Southern Territory, millions of spiritual swords, some with owners and some without, flew up in an instant, filling the sky. It was a dazzling sight and shocking to touch.

Everyone was terrified, and nearly 90% of the people in the city fell to the ground.

Sudden!

Listening to that terrifying echo, it seemed like this person was declaring war… To whom? To the Eighth Sword Immortal?
Him who? Was he crazy!
“He’s really crazy!”

“This world has finally gone crazy!”

“Wow, let’s start a chaos, let’s start a chaos!” Countless lunatics crawling on the ground in the land of sin were not surprised but happy to see the sword. They were not afraid of making trouble and had already moved their hands and feet to start looking for a preacher who knew the situation.

In the Feng family compound, the sword pavilion trembled.

All the spiritual swords and ancient swords on the relic monuments that were hidden inside broke out of the window, along with the swords that none of the Feng family’s ancient sword practitioners could hold, and flew into the sky together.

“this……”

Everyone rushed out of the room, came to the gate of their respective courtyards, and knelt down on the ground.

Try to look up.

The sky is not the sky, but a sea of swords. The whole world is submerged in swords!

Feng Zhongzui first moved out with his left shoulder, then with his right shoulder, and barely squeezed out of the door. From the dark room, he came to the even more desperate haze under the sword.

He looked at the swords filling the sky, fell to his knees, and then was stunned.

He suddenly shivered.

Not only is there fear brought by the density, but also, after taking a glance, there is endless panic about the majestic swordsmanship and one’s own insignificance.

“Patta, patta…”

Beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down from his forehead.

Feng Zhongzui thought that there was something wrong with his mentality that caused the physical reaction. He glanced around and saw that everyone in the yard was the same.

Ten thousand swords and creatures all bowed to the north, just like an emperor traveling, and all the people submitted to him. This is called the “end of the sword path”!
“Xiao Wanfeng…”

Feng Zhongzui thought of his good friend.

He didn’t know whether the divine sword Xuan Cang had also been lifted into the sky, or whether Xiao Wanfeng had also knelt on the ground like he was doing now.

He suddenly wanted to go to the Central Region Ghost and Buddha Realm to take a look at the front battlefield.

He roughly knew what had happened. This was what he had expected half a year ago but did not wait for.

He struggled but couldn’t get up.

So he took out Jin Xing, secretly found the matchmaker she was following, and clicked on her Jin Xing preaching screen.

It was pitch black.

…

“Where are the Eight Lords?”

Thousands of swords flew up from the sword tomb, and tens of thousands of worshippers knelt on the ground.

The mist lingering around Dongshan Mountain suddenly sank, revealing the sharp peak that pierced the clouds like a sword.

But that mountain…

Looking up…

It actually began to tremble!
“Snap.”

The sword burial tomb and the sword washing pool are splashing with water.

With the humming sound, the old swords and rusty swords that had been collected here for countless years regained their blood and sharpness, and soared into the air with a clang.

“Here I come.”

Wen Ting’s black hair was flying, and he looked up into the void in the gap where the sword was passing through the air.

He did not stop the worship ceremony of the ancient sword in the sword washing pool. He knew who was coming, so it was all meaningless.

But when all the swords were gone, the sword washing pool was suddenly empty.

Located at the edge of the Sword Washing Pond, it was originally the most unknown sword in the pool, but now that it has become the only one, it stands out from the crowd.

It was a broken green sword with spots of rust. It usually caused him to shed tears of pain day and night, making a lot of noise.

At this moment, its silence and calmness are particularly harsh.

Wen Ting smiled, stroked Qing Ju, and said jokingly: “They all went to pay homage to him, why don’t you pay homage to him?”