I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1967

Chapter 1843 Rescue

The Daluo Jiutian Xuan Sword had not yet fallen into his hands when it suddenly flew into the sky.

The green scales in his hand shook, and then they broke away from his palm and worshipped from afar in the air.

The sack was thrown up, making a loud clanging sound.

Xiao Kongtong’s pupils suddenly condensed, and he pulled the sack back with force. A pattern lit up on the sack, and the things inside seemed to lose their activity and return to silence.

He looked toward the north in disbelief.

Clang——

With just a moment of distraction, the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword, which had been placed in his body and nurtured for a long time, suddenly broke out of his body without any command.

“return!”

Xiao Kongtong stretched out his hand and managed to recall his sword with great difficulty. He was shocked.

I am a swordsman…

Although I have never spoken out loud, I have never uttered such a sentence.

Xiao Kongtong knew his current level of ancient swordsmanship and where it stood in the Five Realms.

Not to mention the first echelon, that is Xu Xiaoshou, from the older generation.

But he wanted to be ranked second, and the others could only be ranked third and compete for miscellaneous rankings.

“Even I could barely hold my sword…”

When he was distracted like this, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Fu Sang had already raised dozens of swords, soaring high into the sky.

Everything you see is top-quality, including many famous swords.

Yue Lian, the stunning enchantress, the ancestor of ten thousand soldiers, the voice of Nu Lan, Ting Chen…

“Senior Wu Yue can’t control his sword anymore?”

While I felt comforted by the laughter and chat in Kongtong, I couldn’t help but feel shocked. Who could do this?

In the far north, ghosts howled eerily, and suddenly something strange happened.

The ink color flowing like a tide was like a curtain being pulled by an invisible hand. The sky suddenly darkened and quickly turned into night.

“Boom boom!”

The dull thumping of heartbeats exploded in the ears of everyone in Fusang in the dead silence where one could hear a pin drop.

In a trance, the boundary between yin and yang seemed to be revealed.

At the horizon where the night met the mountains, a green light lit up, and then ghosts jumped out one after another, pouncing towards us with fangs and claws bared.

Although they were clearly far away, everyone who looked up could see that the ghost had a green face and fangs, or was stained with blood, and looked extremely vicious and foul.

“One Hundred Demons Night Parade?”

No, this is not a night parade of a hundred ghosts, this is a passage of ten thousand ghosts!
No, the word “ten thousand” is not enough to describe it. The dark yin-yang dividing line stretches from west to east, spanning countless miles.

What is this?
The Gate of Hell?
But how can the Gate of Hell be so big and cover such a vast area?
The overwhelming ghosts, like spider eggs that have been blasted, poured out from the dividing line that was like the Gate of Hell, scattering in all directions, rushing aimlessly in all directions. This is clearly a beast tide… No, a ghost tide attacking the city… attacking the domain!
The ghost-Buddha world has lost the Buddha, and only ghosts are left!
“Woo——”

When the roars of evil spirits from all directions echo each other, it is heart-wrenching.

Not only the people in Fusang City, but even the spirit refiners scattered throughout the Ghost and Buddha Realm were all panicked.

“What the hell is this?!”

It’s so horrible.

Some people regret coming to the world of ghosts and Buddhas.

But it’s no use regretting. At this moment, even if you turn around and run, you may not be able to outrun this “ghost den” that is like the underworld.

“Buzz!”

Yin and Yang break the wall, and thousands of ghosts invade.

Suddenly, at the boundary between light and darkness, the sound of a sword was heard and a streak of white clothes flashed out.

It was several or dozens of realms away, but when people looked at it, they could unexpectedly see that figure clearly.

He was a middle-aged man, who looked to be about thirty or forty years old, with a resolute face. His appearance was not very extraordinary, but his pair of eyes, which flickered with a faint light, were full of vicissitudes of life.

In his left hand he held a copper lamp, the candle flame of which flickered, as if it would be extinguished by the wind at any time.

He had a broken sword on his waist. The blade was full of pits and the edge was rolled up to the point where it was no longer sharp and seemed to break at the touch of a finger.

“This is……”

However, countless people recognized this sword.

The eighth of the twenty-one famous swords, the Ghost Sword, the Ghost Hunter!
Among all the extraordinary famous swords in the world, the Ghost Hunter is one of the few. It was not born or raised, but grew from an ordinary Horcrux step by step to what it is today, nourished by fame.

This sword can be said to be Qingju’s way, and it also represents the high hopes that Shouye has for Zangku.

And the modern swordsman who hunts ghosts…

“Holy Emperor, Hua Changdeng!”

Even though many people had roughly guessed what it was, when this name came out of the mouths of people around them, with the prefix “Holy Emperor”, they still felt their scalps tingling.

“Holy Emperor!”

“Hiss, this kind of pressure, compared with the last time when the Holy Emperor of Han Palace came, he must have come in person, right?”

“Then is this ‘ghost den’ the legendary ‘Fengdu’? It is said that Ghost Sword Immortal is the only true ‘Lord of Fengdu’ in the world!”

“But shouldn’t we even look directly at a semi-saint? Why do I seem to be able to see the true appearance of the Ghost Sword Immortal…Sword Emperor?”

The Sword Emperor not only revealed his true appearance.

In just a blink of an eye, Hua Changdeng, who had passed through the ghost Buddha and stepped in from the gate of Fengdu, left the old site of Guizhe.

“Coming!”

With one step, everyone in Fusang saw that the long lantern of Saint Emperor Hua was clearly moving in this direction.

The overwhelming pressure suddenly descended from afar, as if it had already reached everyone’s head.

But when I looked up, there was nothing above my head.

“illusion?”

Woo——

It’s not an illusion at all!

Behind Hua Changdeng, countless ghosts roared out from the Fengdu Gate, as if they had a backbone and rushed towards the direction of Fusang City.

“I see!”

Someone shouted, “It’s Lingyu Mountain. He must be heading towards Lingyu Mountain!”

A word can wake a dreamer up.

Fusang City is not the point at all.

Hua Changdeng came here to look for the Eighth Sword Immortal, and according to the information revealed by Hongniang in the previous scene… the Eighth Sword Immortal is in Lingyu Mountain!

“quick!”

“Hurry to Lingyu Mountain!”

“The battle between Sword Immortals… no, the battle between Sword Emperors is about to break out!”

…

Lingyu Mountain.

The world of ghosts and Buddhas was pitch dark and had fallen into darkness.

Only Lingyu Mountain, where the eight sword masters’ thoughts were emitted, still had a little orange sunset glow, as if protecting the vitality of dawn.

But when the sunset glow fell on the mulberry and elm trees on this mountain, there was not a bit of warmth, but instead the pure winter chill.

Who says it’s not too late to be in the sunset? The sky is full of clouds?
It’s clear that sadness comes from it, and the world is in ruins!
Li Fugui stared blankly at the sudden swordsman in white in front of him. His head buzzed, and he probably guessed his identity.

“Where are the Eight Lords?”

Hua Changdeng held the lantern and the sword, the sound was like a cold wind, without any sadness or joy, making people’s hands and feet cold.

Li Fugui’s knees were already trembling, but he managed to resist bowing down, not because he was tough, but because the other party was kind and left him some breathing space.

“he……”

“The eighth… Sword Immortal…”

Li Fugui’s throat and lips were dry, his teeth chattered for a long time, and he couldn’t utter a complete sentence.

Hua Changdeng did not look at him, but looked at Lingyu Mountain and said slowly:

“This mountain is the place where the sword thoughts originated. The Eighth Master has been here before, and his aura is still there. He left not long ago… Where did he go?”

Li Fugui wanted to hide it, but felt there was no need to hide it.

This is a fight between gods, there is no need for him to get involved. To smooth things over depends on the situation. Even if Shou Ye came, he would not let Li Fugui show up at this moment.

But when Li Fugui really thought about it carefully, he couldn’t remember where the Eighth Sword Immortal and Shou Ye really went.
“Yes, where is the Eighth Master An? It seems that he was with me not long ago…”

As soon as he muttered these doubts, he saw the white-robed Sword Immortal opposite him looking at him. Li Fugui shuddered and realized that what he said was too much of a smooth talk. He immediately said,
“No! Hua Jianxian… uh, Sword Emperor, I’m not hiding it. What I mean is that even I can’t remember it…”

Hua Changdeng interrupted: “Where is the Eighth Master?”

How is this a question?

Li Fugui was so smart that he could tell that the implication was, “You still have one last chance.”

He was determined to die, and he knew that he was ignorant of original sin, so it was impossible for him to commit suicide. He immediately turned and pointed to the south, giving an extremely clear answer:

“Southern Region, Xuyue Gray Palace, Deer Pattern Forbidden Area.”

“Hua Jianxian, this is all I know. The Eighth Jianxian left half a day ago. I have no idea about his subsequent actions.”

Hua Changdeng nodded.

The Huachang lamp disappeared.

“call……”

Li Fugui held his breath for three seconds before he let out a long sigh.

He fell to the ground and found that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and even the clothes under his armpits and his shoes and socks had become cold.

“We can’t stay here for long.”

He took out the Xingjie Jade Talisman and was about to stay away from this place of trouble.

Suddenly, at the same time, the white figure seemed to come back.

No……

It doesn’t seem…

Li Fugui’s eyes were lifeless, as if he was unaware of anything. He crushed the Xingjie Jade Talisman in his hand and went about his own business.

“rustle.”

The cold wind blew from afar, and the flying snow fell on the tip of my nose.

The familiar Crystal Palace did not appear, and what Li Fugui saw was still the scene of Lingyu Mountain in front of him.

He then blinked suddenly, his eyes focused, fixed on the face of Saint Emperor Hua Changdeng, and said with a little surprise:
“Master Sword Emperor, you are back?”

He immediately turned his head and looked towards the south, hesitatingly saying: “Have you found the Eighth Sword Immortal?”

He knew that Hua Changdeng and Ba Zun’an were not mortal enemies, but rather they were evenly matched and respected each other.

In front of him, one must respect the Eight Lords, and it is also acceptable to call him “the Eighth Sword Immortal” or other respectful words.

Small people have small thoughts.

But the real big shots obviously don’t care about the names of the little guys or what they are thinking.

Hua Changdeng looked at the person in front of him calmly for a long time, and then smiled silently.

laugh.

He shook the copper lamp in his hand, and the candle flame flickered with a hissing sound.

“Bang!”

The pearl on Li Fugui’s waist exploded and he fell out.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

His seven orifices burst, blood splattered, and the big tripod, treasure furnace, black bell and other soul tools flew out of his head. Without exception, they were all blown up.

“Bang bang bang bang bang…”

The dragon horns of the Taoist pattern shattered, and the dragon scales protecting the heart cracked.

The branches of Dragon Apricot, Diying, Jiujiugui and Shenbailiu appeared at the same time, and the shadows of the four ancestral trees lit up at the same time.

But at the same time, it exploded and he couldn’t even utter a word.

“Huh?”

Hua Changdeng looked surprised.

This person is quite valuable…

However, Li Fugui, with a total of 362 soul instruments, as well as the protective dragon horns and dragon scales given by his grandfather, and the trump card of the ancestral tree, won a chance to breathe and a chance to leave a last will.

He howled in pain: “Ghost Sword Immortal, please spare my life! I really forgot where the Eighth Sword Immortal went. I was not teasing you just now. I want to live!!!”

The last bit of sunset glow on Lingyu Mountain was finally swallowed up by the darkness.

Hua Changdeng’s eyes were indifferent, and he gently shook the copper lamp in his hand for the second time.

“It doesn’t matter. Your soul will tell me what you don’t remember.”

Swish!
This time, Li Fugui had no power to resist, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

His soul was directly sucked out of the sky, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and flowed towards the candlelight in the bronze lamp. He couldn’t even utter a word of wail.

“stop!”

From a distance, a loud shout was heard.

The voice arrived before the person, and the Taoist magic was even half a step ahead, clearly trying to snatch the person from the ghosts and gods:

“Stealing the sky and changing the day!”

when–

The green smoke disappeared, and the melodious sound echoed in Lingyu Mountain.

What hit the copper lamp post was a black copper coin.

He could identify all the soul weapons in the world. Hua Changdeng recognized it at a glance. It was a third-grade soul weapon, the Black Evil Money.

“interesting……”

He chuckled. What he was interested in was naturally not the black money, but the unconventional inheritance of the evil magic, the Golden Gate stealing technique of stealing the sky and replacing the day.

I looked sideways towards the source of the sound, but there was no one there.

He was a smart man. He did not choose to crush the jade talisman leading to the other world, but instead escaped using blood.

only……

All five realms are within my sight, how can you transcend them?

Above the Sinful Land of the Southern Region, in Feng Family City, and Jiange, in an instant, the aura of the person who had just spoken appeared.

“who?”

There were two old men standing in front of Jiange.

Under the sea of swords, he is one of the few strong men who can remain standing.

When he opened his sleepy eyes, he saw the man who came with a sloppy appearance, a pointed face and a monkey-like appearance. It was obvious that he was not from the Feng family. He was about to attack.

“graft!”

Zhu Yike grabbed Li Fugui’s remaining soul with one hand and pressed the right arm of the old man who was rushing towards him with the other hand.

The stars are twinkling.

The old man hadn’t drawn the long sword at his waist yet, but his right arm went through Zhu Yike’s palm and was connected to his left arm at the elbow.

No blood splattered.

Nothing weird happened.

Everything seemed so natural, as if he was born this way – a broken arm on the right and two arms on the left.

“What?!”

The old man guarding the pavilion on the left saw this, his pupils dilated, and he was about to shout.

“Take it again!”

Zhu Yige touched the old man’s right hand to his left hand, and then touched the old man’s left hand to his mouth.

The stars are twinkling.

The tongue of the old man on the left also grew onto the fingernail of the old man on the right.

He was about to draw his sword.

“Pick it up!”

Zhu Yike reached for the hilt of the sword, and the sword also grew towards the old man’s knee on the right side.

What the hell!

The two old men guarding Jiange are going crazy.

The Southern Territory Sin Land is strange, but it’s not strange to this extent, right?
What kind of Taoism did this person practice, what method did he use, and what kind of technique did he use? It was so terrifying that the two guards who were comparable to semi-saints were accused before they even fired a sword!
“I’m sorry.”

Zhu Yike made one move after another and replaced the left door of Jiange with the right arm of the old man on the right, and then connected the two old men to the right door.

He grabbed Li Fugui and rushed into the Sword Pavilion where there was no longer any ban.

“Don’t be afraid, Jiange is the important place of the Feng family. If other places can’t protect you and me, we can definitely do it here!”

Zhu Yike’s face was pale and bloodless, with beads of sweat the size of beans sliding down his forehead. He was obviously scared to death, but he never thought of abandoning Li Fugui’s soul even before his death.

When he arrived at Jiange, he finally dared to take out the Xingjie Jade Talisman and crushed it with one hand.

“…”

Jiange was dark and quiet.

Nothing happened.

Zhu Yike looked at the darkness in front of him, his heart sinking to the bottom of the valley, and he heard Li Fugui’s sigh beside his ear:
“Old Zhu, I will pay you back in the next life for what I owe you.”

Swish!
The scene before my eyes changed.

Everything returns to its original state.

From the Sword Pavilion, to the gate of the Sword Pavilion, to the dislocated old guard, to the two old men with normal limbs, to the sky above the Feng Family, to the appearance of the Blood Escape, to the fragments of time and space, to Lingyu Mountain…

Time, going backwards?

Zhu Yike had just thrown out the black evil coin in his hand, and before he could shout out the phrase “stealing the sky and changing the day”, he saw Hua Changdeng, who had his back to him, turned around, with a look of approval on his face, and whispered:

“You are very good. Tell me your name.”