I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2094

Chapter 1969 Luo Jing

“Six Paths?”

The dead silence at the crossroads was suddenly torn apart by a high-pitched voice.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at Dao Qiongcang, who was still shaking the token in his hand with a faint smile on his lips, and inexplicably felt as if his soul was torn apart by a punch from God.

—— I’m torn apart!

“You mean, you are the old Saint Slave Shenlong who is hard to find… the sixth seat? The Saint Slave where Ba Zun An and Wu Xiu are?”

“Because you are ranked ‘sixth’, and you took the word ‘Tao’ and randomly pieced it together, you made a code name… Six Paths?”

Dao Qiongcang nodded and hummed softly.

“You also said that Haitang’er is in the north, Heibai Yezi is in the south, Xiao Kongtong is in the east, Wuxiu is in the center, and the others may have other seats to help, but only the sixth seat of the Holy Slave is responsible for the Western Region?”

“The intelligence agency of the Holy Slave in the Western Region is called ‘Damo Ridge’, which is fully led by the sixth seat of the Holy Slave ‘Liu Dao’, who has the right to execute first and report later?”

Dao Qiongcang nodded again, holding the token, smiling and saying nothing.

“You also said that you knew about Fenqin’s headquarters in Heting Mountain a long time ago. If Gou Wuyue hadn’t accidentally discovered it, you would have turned a blind eye and pretended not to see it.”

“It’s not because you are raising a holy slave and want to fight against the ancestor god, but because you are a member of the Holy Slave, but he Wuxiu is in the open, and you Liudao is in the dark?”

Dao Qiongcang finally laughed dumbly, but asked back: “Otherwise, do you think Fenqin can really hide under my nose, where is my mark in the Central Region?”

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to say something but stopped, and the last words were all choked in his throat.

The story of Fenqin was told by Aunt Xiang in Yougui Pavilion. As the summoner of the third seat of the Holy Slave, Aunt Xiang’s words were certainly credible.

But…

now it seems that the power of guidance is soaring, who can be trusted?

Dao Qiongcang explained his identity as the sixth seat of the Holy Slave, and seeing that Xu Xiaoshou still didn’t believe it, he was a little helpless:

“Can you still think that I was jealous of Lao Sang’s position as the second in command, and I could only be sixth, so I guided Gou Wuyue to destroy Fenqin’s nest in a roundabout way?”

Lao Sang…

Is this “Lao Sang”?

Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, but couldn’t say anything.

Dao Qiongcang frowned, spread his hands, shrugged and said:

“Then think about it again, during the battle at Qingyuan Mountain that night, I clearly calculated that you would escape in the end and would appear in Changde Town, and at most you could only ask for help from Kui Leihan.”

“But why didn’t I chase after him, but chose to take advantage of the situation to unlock the blood-feeding ban of the Greedy God, allowing the devouring body to merge with you, in order to use the thoughts of Jue Yaozu and Bei Huai?”

Xu Xiaoshou felt that there was a logical loophole, but before he could say that he had found a loophole, Dao Qiongcang smiled again, asking himself and answering:

“Isn’t it because you also want to figure out what the essence of the ghost beast host is?”

“Then, what other more effective attempt is than joining the game in person?”

“And by merging with the Greedy God, the troubles of Xu Yue Hui Palace may follow one after another. In order to allow you to move forward without distraction, didn’t I take people to completely wipe out the Xu Yue Hui Palace and nip the dangerous buds in the bud?”

Huh?

Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth wide, speechless for a moment.

You didn’t take the White Helmet for the voodoo body, and you didn’t destroy the Xuyuehui Palace for yourself, but for me?

You, Dao Qiongcang, are actually a kind man? !

Dao Qiongcang saw the shocked look on the face of the man in front of him, and he refused to give in, and gave another iron example:

“Then think about it again. I have never lost a battle in my life. What do I want? I want an undefeated reputation in front of the people of the Five Realms, to have a face.” “

I am so face-saving, but I lost completely in the battle of Void Island. As for me, you should know that even if I lose, it would be easy for me to exchange three or two. What was the result?”

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, and reviewed the battle of Void Island. It was indeed the victory of the Saint Slave.

Dao Qiongcang clapped his hands and said, “In the end, I gave up Yan Wucai, Rao Yaoyao, and even my beloved Erhao, and watched them die. However, none of the Nine Saint Slaves who have shown their faces have survived so far. Is it because they are very strong? Am I, Dao Qiongcang, weak?”

You know what, Xu Xiaoshou was really stumped by the question.

“No!”

Dao Qiongcang spat angrily, “It’s not that the Nine Saint Slaves are stronger, but because of my other identity, called ‘Six Paths’, for the sake of the game, I can only sacrifice myself and help everyone.”

“It even made that water ghost who directed and acted in a clown play complete, and also made him get the name of ‘Mysterious’ that he had been seeking for a long time.”

“I, Dao Qiongcang, gave up my reputation for him, Yu Mo. Doesn’t this prove something?”

The more he spoke, the angrier he became, Dao Qiongcang rolled his eyes to the sky:

“Yu Mo, that guy, was just the head of the Spirit Department back then, and worked under me. I’m not bragging, others don’t know how good I am, but how could he not know how powerful I am?”

“If he didn’t know that ‘Six Paths’ was his own, how dare he use tricks in front of me, even a whole game of Void Island chess, confident that I wouldn’t be able to see any clues?”

It actually made sense!

Xu Xiaoshou was almost convinced.

“Let’s take a step back.” Dao Qiongcang spitted, “Do you think that if he hadn’t communicated with me secretly, would he dare to join the Holy Slave? Would he be conquered by Ba Zun’an’s personality charm? Ba Zun’an is good at swords but not at verbal battles, can he persuade Yu Mo?”

Hiss!

It turned out to be true, and there was some truth

in it? Xu Xiaoshou took a breath of cold air, as if he had been immersed in this shocking theory of the Dao family that subverted the worldview.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the token in Dao Qiongcang’s hand, looking around.

The token was the same as Ba Zun’an’s “Eight-Character Token”, except for the different engravings.

It’s just…

“The sword thought is missing, right?”

Dao Qiongcang did not stop Xu Xiaoshou from repeatedly checking, but sighed slightly: “But do you think that if a dignified Taoist master carries a Holy Slave token, and the token also has the sword thought that belongs to Ba Zun’an, it is on it…”

Dao Qiongcang pointed upwards, and there was an ancestor god three feet above his head: “Are they blind?”

This, can you explain it?

Xu Xiaoshou was amazed. He grabbed the Dao word order, like grabbing a hot potato. It was wrong to return it, and it was wrong not to return it.

Dao Qiongcang was still able to speak. He let out a sigh of relief and said,

“I know you will think so. Now that Ba Zun’an is gone, how can you not rely on me, Dao Qiongcang, to speak?”

“But my Xu, you might as well think about it again. If Ba Zun’an really regards me as an enemy from the bottom of his heart, do you think that the Buddha Sword Angry Immortal with sword thoughts will be entrusted to me and finally handed over to Yuegongnu as a talisman for her?”

“Let’s take a step back. The battle of the ancestors has not yet begun. Why should I risk my life in the Cold Prison to rescue Yuegong Nu first, in order to eliminate the worries of the Eight Lords, so that He can focus on sealing the ancestors and returning them to zero?”

Wow!

I really want to convince you!

Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes were as big as copper bells, staring at Dao Qiongcang, without saying a word.

“But you don’t know that Yuegong Li is not stupid, and Chongyin is the ancestor of the way of guidance. In order to hold Yuegong Li and Chongyin back, I have made so much effort in secret…” Dao Qiongcang’s tone was bitter, and he almost cried.

“How much effort?” Xu Xiaoshou asked.

“A lot! I started planning in the ruins of the gods, and gradually led Yue Gongli into my trap. After returning to the Holy Land, I chose a good opportunity to make him notice the strangeness, choose a deserted place, and keep self-destructing…”

Dao Qiongcang said with joy and excitement: “Do you know how difficult it is? Let a normal person keep self-destructing to delay time, let the self-destruction delay the time of the ancestor god, so that I can get a time node that is not even correct, and risk my life to fish out Yue Gongnu as my sister!”

Wow!

You are so hard!

You must need a little red flower as a reward for such hard work?

Xu Xiaoshou stared blankly at the hypocritical face in front of him, wishing he had an extra bowl of white rice in his hand to cover the face of this showy old Taoist.

Dao Qiongcang, the sixth seat of the holy slave, the Sixth Dao?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Xu Xiaoshou would rather believe that Dao Qiongcang was born from a dung beetle pushing a dung ball too hard, causing the dung ball to explode. He would not be willing or stupid enough to believe that Dao Qiongcang had another identity called the Holy Slave Liudao.

But I have to say…

his explanation is perfect, even a little too perfect.

But then again…

he is Dao Qiongcang!

When Dao Qiongcang took out this token and planned to fool people, couldn’t he foresee how many questions he would have at the moment?

Others may not be able to sort it out, or even say more and make more mistakes. Once they say more, they will be exposed, and the lies will be broken without being poked.

But he is Dao Qiongcang!

If he couldn’t sort it out in advance, how dare this guy take out this token in front of him and then speak so eloquently?

Xu Xiaoshou even wanted to cover his ears.

He knew too well that whether he listened or not at this time, Dao Qiongcang would definitely be able to justify himself, because he must have prepared too much for the “confession” at this moment.

Listening to him, it is absolutely impossible to tell.

The only person who can prove the true identity of the Sixth Saint Slave is not Dao Qiong Cang, but the other few who had seen the Sixth Saint Slave in the past!

…

“Big smile!”

Xu Xiaoshou moved his mind, and his incarnation found Xiao Kongtong outside the Nanli Realm. After confirming that he did not have the smell of Dao Qiong Cang’s urine, he asked:

“Who is the Sixth Saint Slave?”

Xiao Kongtong had already recovered from his injuries with a large amount of healing holy medicine in the Xing Realm, just like Li Zhu. When he saw that the person coming was Xu Xiaoshou, he thought for a moment after confirming his identity, and said:

“Luo… Oh, Liu Dao!”

Hmm?

Xu Xiaoshou was quick to sense that something was wrong, and he pulled his big mouth with a big smile: “What did you want to say just now, Luo what?”

“Luo…” Xiao Kongtong frowned, “The sixth seat is responsible for the Great Desert Ridge in the Western Region, codenamed Liudao, and it seems to be called ‘Luo Jing’.”

“Have you seen this ‘Luo Jing’!”

“No, I haven’t seen him. Liudao is very mysterious and is the top secret among the Holy Slaves. Maybe only the teacher, Wuxiu Senior, etc. know his true identity… What’s wrong, why are you asking this suddenly?”

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but remain silent.

The eight masters left, and Old Sang’s tea was cold.

I’m afraid that the eldest and second eldest of the Holy Slaves will not be able to get the answer. It seems that I can only look for the third eldest…

The third eldest is fighting.

Xu Xiaoshou then found the third eldest’s summoner.

Another thought came to his mind, and this time he didn’t find anyone in the Central Region. He immediately used space and perception to expand the search range to the fifth region, and then with the help of marking, he quickly located a place with very disordered spatial coordinates.

On a small island in the Eastern Region!

Aunt Xiang is really good at hiding. She knows that Shen Yi’s biggest weakness is not Shen Yi, but her, so she ran a long way!

In a flash, Xu Xiaoshou’s incarnation landed. After confirming that Aunt Xiang did not smell of urine, he dared to ask directly:

“Who is the sixth seat of the Holy Slave?”

Aunt Xiang, who was devoutly burning incense in the Buddhist temple converted from her own side yard, was shocked. She turned back suddenly. After confirming that this person was Xu Xiaoshou, she breathed a sigh of relief and pinched her eyebrows and said:

“Sixth Path.”

As soon as these two words came out, Xu Xiaoshou thought it was over.

I’m afraid that other people don’t need to ask, and the answer is probably the same as Aunt Xiang’s – there are also ten seats, why can’t you, Xiang Yaoyao, even give an answer?

“What’s wrong?” Aunt Xiang saw Xu Xiaoshou’s worried face, and went up to pull his face, “You are very angry, do you want Aunt Xiang to introduce you to…”

“Who is Luo Jing?” Xu Xiaoshou interrupted her.

Aunt Xiang was startled. Seeing Xu Xiaoshou’s seriousness, she realized that this matter was serious, and her thoughts returned to the right track. After a while of hesitation, she said:

“It seems that I heard it wrong… Well, Shen Yi mentioned this name, but the third seat of the Holy Slave is Shen Yi, not me. I didn’t attend their last banquet that year.”

“The last banquet?” Xu Xiaoshou’s mind moved.

“Yes!” Aunt Xiang’s thoughts were equally insightful, and she said bluntly: “If you want to find the ‘unknown’, Aunt can only tell you that the nine seats of the Holy Slave are usually not gathered together, but before they completely went their separate ways that year, they gathered together and had their last meal – that meal was so serious that Shen Yi didn’t even take me with him!”

“Meal?”

“The swallows left the south, gathering and parting are impermanent, and after all the journeys, we will live in peace all the way.” Aunt Xiang nodded lightly, “This is what the eight masters said when the banquet ended that year, and it is also the code they will use to prove their identities later.”

…

“Swallow…”

At the corner of the crossroads, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly spoke.

Dao Qiongcang was stunned when he heard the voice: “What swallow?”

Very good!

Game over!

Xu Xiaoshou knew that the Eight Lords could avoid the guidance of the ancestors. The words used to prove their identity must have some kind of power.

But at this moment, Dao Qiongcang sneered: “Oh, you want to say this, you suddenly say a word out of nowhere, who knows what you want to ask…”

After muttering, he spoke seriously again, put his hand on his chest, and said passionately:

“The swallows bid farewell to the south, and the

gathering and separation are impermanent!” “The migrating

wild geese have passed, and we will have a peaceful journey!” The crossroads were suddenly silent, with only the low hum of cats.

Xu Xiaoshou stared at Dao Qiongcang, as if he wanted to see his true identity under the mask.

Dao Qiongcang met his eyes fearlessly, and he was not afraid of Xu knocking on the door if he did not do anything wrong.

At the end, this guy’s figure changed, and his gorgeous robe turned into white clothes. His face changed from Dao Qiongcang to Ba Zun’an. He waved his hand slightly, turned around and left Xu Xiaoshou with his back:

“Let’s go.”

It was as if he was really sitting at the banquet that year, and witnessed Ba Zun’an’s last speech, Ba Zun’an was the first to leave, and finally the nine seats of the holy slaves, more than ten people, went their separate ways.

——I just don’t believe this!

Xu Xiaoshou’s consciousness escaped again and found the storyteller. He appeared face to face with him. The first step was to verify whether the storyteller had any urine smell.

Dao Qiongcang had indeed not dared to do anything to the Saint Slaves since he confessed in the Great God’s Descent Technique. All the brands had been destroyed long ago.

Naturally, he was afraid that Xu Xiaoshou would settle accounts with him later, and of course he was also afraid of revenge from the Eight Lords. He was very clear about this.

And who is the storyteller Ning Honghong?

In terms of cultivation, combat power, and the nine-seat ranking of the Saint Slaves, the storyteller today is no longer the key.

But he has another identity!

He is the sworn brother of the Eight Lords. Others may be ambiguous about everything about the “Feast of the End of the Banquet”, but the storyteller definitely knows the ins and outs of everything!

“Time is tight and the task is heavy. Senior Storyteller, I have to offend you a little, so I won’t ask. I want to search the soul directly.” Xu Xiaoshou said briefly.

This is too offensive… The storyteller was slightly stunned. He didn’t expect it to be so direct. He covered his mouth and chuckled:

“Come on, if it’s someone else, they naturally won’t allow it, but if it’s you, feel free to offend them~”

Offended!

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t have time to argue with the storyteller. He read his soul and skipped a lot of past memory fragments.

Not long after, he accurately found the specific scene of the banquet, but he still had to break through the sword thought restriction left by Ba Zun An and verify his identity before he could see the scene.

“Very good, with the power left by Ba Zun An, the authenticity is guaranteed…”

It was an antique room. The dim sunset came in from the window and sprinkled on the mink carpet on the ground. A feeling of parting had already spread in the air. On

the mahogany long table in the center, there were dozens of dishes with good color, fragrance and taste, but no one picked up their chopsticks. On both sides of the long table, there were familiar or unfamiliar figures sitting one after another.

Sitting north and facing south, the main seat was dressed in white and holding a gourd cup high, and was talking about his feelings. It was undoubtedly Ba Zun An.

On his left, the second-in-command Sang Qiye showed his true face, with a straw hat on the table.

Opposite Sang Lao was the third-in-command Shen Yi, who was drinking heavily, with his chest and courage open and muscles bulging. He stood out from the crowd, a full head taller than the others. The second and

third-in-command sat opposite each other, and the positions below were clearly distinguished. Obviously, no one dared to mess around at this last banquet.

Xu Xiaoshou looked down and saw the fourth-in-command Cen Qiaofu, the holy slave, with a small Panxian axe also on the table, and the fifth-in-command Water Ghost, with a golden beast mask on his face. They were all familiar faces.

Below the Water Ghost was the seventh-in-command Storyteller, wearing a red skirt, but covering his face, as if crying.

On the other side, the eye-catching person was not the sixth-in-command, but a pair of twin girls, one black and one white, who were extremely beautiful, but also crying. I think it was the eighth-in-command, the Black and White Night, who led the Flower and Grass Pavilion in the Southern Region.

Sitting below the storyteller, that is, on the right, was Haitang’er, who had met him once in Baiku. She was undoubtedly the ninth seat, and their identities could be confirmed. However,

Xu Xiaoshou’s main focus was on the sixth seat, who happened to be sitting opposite the storyteller!

He had his back to the window, his arms folded across his chest, and the sunset glow was behind him. He couldn’t see his face clearly because of the backlight, and the storyteller was crying and didn’t even look at him.

Xu Xiaoshou turned around and simply jumped out to see.

He almost magnified the storyteller’s memory, catching a glimpse of the sixth seat’s face when he swept it, and stared at it frame by frame to identify it.

The sixth seat of the Holy Slave was not Dao Qiongcang!

The man had a long face, was born white, and had a high nose bridge. At this time, he was slightly lowering his head, his eyelids were drooping, and his right hand was pinching his chin. I don’t know what problem he was thinking about.

The eight masters talked freely in the main seat, and flowed down according to the rhythm of the storyteller’s memory.

Xu Xiaoshou called out several times, but the Eighth did not respond.

This proves that even if the Eight Masters of Fengfeng were in the realm of time, they could not interfere with the memories of people in the Holy Land.

Even the Zero Ancestor God could not do it. The restrictions and power left by the Zero Ancestor God were still there. Only he who mastered the sword mind was allowed to break through.

Then the Sixth Seat of the Holy Slave, Luo Jing, who was protected in the restrictions, must be the real person and irreplaceable.

What we see now is the truth!

And Dao Qiongcang and the Sixth Seat Token in his hand, there is nothing more than one result – the cat replaced the prince, replaced Luo Jing’s identity, and changed the memories of Xiao Kongtong, Xiang Yi, etc.!

“Hu…”

Xu Xiaoshou let out a long sigh and made up his mind.

But just when he was about to leave the storyteller’s memory picture, the Sixth Seat of the Holy Slave, Luo Jing, who bowed his head in contemplation, sighed silently.

He actually went beyond the established in the storyteller’s past memory picture, raised his head, and looked at himself outside the picture who was reading this memory from a God’s perspective!

Xu Xiaoshou’s heart stopped beating!

The banquet was still going on in an orderly manner, following the process of history, and moving forward step by step…

In the memory picture, Luo Jing looked over!

Just like when he crossed the long river of time and returned to the ruins of the gods, and eliminated the relics under the nose of the evil god Yi Suyin, in the forbidden area of life, the bystander Dao Qiongcang had seen “clearness”.

It was also like when he read the residual soul of Hua Changdeng, in his past memory, he saw the childhood Rao Yaoyao, Yue Gongli and others under the purple bamboo forest. The little stone man Dao Qiongcang could also raise his eyes and sighed with a wave of “sunlight glare”.

The four eyes met!

At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils dilated, as if he saw something indescribable.

Compared to the previous times when Dao Qiongcang was evasive in the memories of outsiders, this time Luo Jing directly appeared in front of everyone at the banquet. He ignored the eight masters who were talking loudly in the main seat, pushed back his chair, stood up, and spread his hands towards the “no one” in the sky, expressing his helplessness:

“It’s really me, my Xu!”

“Luo Jing, it’s Dao Qiong Cang, there’s really no need for me to lie to you!” (End of this chapter)