I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 2142

Chapter 211: 2016

One poem, one sword, one sword, one song!

If this isn’t the Eight Zun An, what is this?

Sheng Xin’s face became even more solemn, even though he knew that if it was really the Eight Zun An, he couldn’t have come with the Ancestral God’s great catastrophe of destroying the law.

But the sense of oppression brought by the one-step return to zero was indeed still residual, even if the person in the distance was only three-quarters similar, it was enough to confuse people’s minds.

“Keng!”

Before people could think about it, the sound of the sword chanting from the sky had already started.

The two frost paths coming from the East Region divided the sky and the earth, opening up a blank space in the middle.

From a distance, it seemed that a figure in a green shirt and white robe appeared in the middle, walking on the clouds and approaching, but there was no time to see his face clearly.

Just a wave of his hand.

The name of the Ten Thousand Spirit Swords, the power of the surging famous swords.

He was summoned by the Ancestral Tree Sword Hemp, and a huge frost sword that hung in the sky condensed behind him, completely drawing people’s minds over.

“No swordsmanship, the third realm, Frost Blowing Yue!”

The third realm!

The power of the third realm, reaching the level of the Ancestral God’s combat power.

This sword was actually the third realm of the Eight Great Dreams and the Sword Bone of the World.

It condensed in the sky above the Sword Burial Tomb in the Eastern Region, turning nothing into something. When the frost blew across the sky like a dragon roaring at the Central Region, the giant sword shattered and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it had already crossed the vast East China Sea, and appeared in front of the Saint Ancestor’s image.

“Ka–“

The Saint Ancestor’s image just barely made a move, but suddenly the whole body shook, and the action was interrupted by the frost breath.

It was clearly not frozen into an ice sculpture, but the Saint Ancestor’s image’s movements were still tens of thousands of times slower.

“Stop my Dao magic?”

Saint Xin was shocked, and saw the madness of this sword.

With every breath he took, the frost particles transformed by the sword force were absorbed into his body, blocking the call of spiritual skills, seals, and heavenly ways.

With every step he took, his body, soul, and even his divine will were filled with invisible ice crystals, making his movements much slower than expected.

When he was introverted and wanted to find these constraints, those clearly tangible forces turned into intangible existence.

Invisible and intangible.

Unless he could break the essence of this sword in a short period of time, and cultivate the Dao of Nothingness to the height of the opposite side.

Otherwise, he could not break this sword!

The Frost Sword, the sword tip pointed directly at the brow of the Saint Ancestor, pierced fiercely, and wanted to force Saint Xin to retreat from the time realm channel.

Saint Xin let out a long roar, and his fighting spirit was aroused.

“What can you do to me?”

How could the Zero Ancestor God be forced to retreat?

Since the Dao Fa could not be borrowed, he would activate the Saint Ancestor’s Three Weapons to see whether this was the third realm of the Swordless Art, or whether his Saint Ancestor’s Three Weapons were better.

“Go!”

The fetal mother coffin under his feet flipped over and turned directly into a size of ten thousand feet, blocking the Frost Sword and slamming forward fiercely.

With a swish, the Frost Sword, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, was shattered by the impact.

In the next breath, the sword body condensed again. The front and back were still tangible, but the middle was empty. It should be because it was hit by the mother coffin of the fetus, and it “pierced” through!

“No swordsmanship!”

“This is the true meaning of nothingness, and it doesn’t even touch the sharp edge!”

“The second realm of no swordsmanship is Tianqizhi, which interprets the absolute yang by abandoning the white day of all kinds of things. This Shuangchuiyue is the yin to the extreme, and can even ignore the mother coffin of the fetus?”

The frost-cold giant sword passed the mother coffin of the fetus and nailed it directly at the center of the eyebrows of the Saint Ancestor.

With a swish, it pierced the skull of the Saint Ancestor in front of the world.

Wow!

The five domains were in an uproar.

It was obvious that when the Saint Ancestor was injured, Sheng Xin in front of the time and space passage also had a bloody mark on his forehead, and black and gold blood flowed down.

“Sheng Xin, injured?!”

Before he could celebrate, there was a loud explosion outside the sky.

The Saint Ancestor tried his best, but did not defend. After testing the strength of the Frost Sword in the Mother Coffin, he threw the Xuan Chi of the Extinguished Dao far away.

The same ice-blue light and shadow swept from the Central Region to the Eastern Region, and hit the figure locked by the Great Tribulation of the Ancestral God.

“Wow!”

It was a sound of wind.

The figure of the swordsman in green and white robe also disappeared with the wind.

At the same time, the calamity cloud of the Great Tribulation of the Ancestral God’s Destruction of the Law fled directly from the Eastern Region and came to the top of Saint Xin’s head.

“This is…”

It is obvious that this is not Saint Xin who is also going to pass the tribulation!

Instead, the calamity cloud is chasing people, indicating that the ancient swordsman who used the sword of the three realms has come to the Central Region in one step and came to the time realm passage.

“Wen Ting!”

The golden apricot pictures of the five domains froze at the same time.

But next to the time realm passage, Saint Xin’s eyebrows were bleeding, his pupils were dilated, and a “graceful” figure was dancing in front of him.

Unlike all the ancient sword cultivators of the past and present, he was tall and straight, but his face was covered with powder and thick theatrical makeup.

He did not come on a flying sword, nor did he have a pure and unworldly temperament.

Instead, he danced barefoot, tiptoed, with his sleeves raised high, spinning and dancing, and singing loudly:

“Ah, the wind and flowers are cold~”

“Ah, frost blows on the mountains~”

Sheng Xin suddenly made a move, grabbed forward, and was about to pinch Wen Ting’s neck to cut off his singing.

With a hiss, Wen Ting’s body shattered.

Even the nine-day thunder tribulation blasted down, but it didn’t hit his body.

In a blink of an eye, this guy went behind Sheng Xin, back to back, and directly rested his head on Sheng Xin’s shoulder. After falling over, his sleeves were raised again, and his singing was loud:

“Ah, I sing a song, freezing the clouds~”

Ka!

The raised blue-white sleeves hit the majestic image of the Holy Ancestor.

In an instant, it was frozen into an ice sculpture, and the whole world was frozen in deathly silence.

“Sing, sing and come out?”

This really opened the eyes of the people of the Five Realms. Even Sheng Xin, who was resting his head on his shoulder, turned his head and looked at the white ghost face so close, with disbelief in his eyes.

Wen Ting…

Is this Wen Ting?

Wen Ting of the Seven Swordsmen?

His mental state was really too beautiful.

He didn’t look like an ancient swordsman, but like a concubine who had been banished to the cold palace for more than 30 years and had gone insane, singing operas all day long, and she didn’t know what the world was, and was only immersed in her own art.

“Get lost!”

Sheng Xin was furious, and his eyes were almost cracked. The

God’s Fall, which was close at hand, was an ultimate attack that had been stored for a long time but had not hit the Void Island, and it directly hit Wen Ting’s mind.

With a sizzling sound.

Wen Ting disappeared again.

Sheng Xin’s eyelids jumped suddenly, and when his holy thoughts swept, he saw Wen Ting’s figure on tiptoe in front of the completely frozen image of the Holy Ancestor.

“Ah, I’m not fair~”

“Ah, I’m not fair~”

“Ah, I asked for the sword in Dongshan, and I will sing~”

The sleeves flew, and the Holy Ancestor’s image was hit.

The eight-foot body faced the thousand-foot giant.

The sleeves were thrown out, and the frost of the world was rolled up again.

The huge image of the Saint Ancestor seemed to have been frozen into a mountain of ice crystals. The sleeves lifted up the huge frost sword that had completely pierced through the image of the Saint Ancestor.

Boom!

With a flick of the sword, the heaven and earth exploded into ice crystals.

Sheng Xin groaned, his eyebrows and eyes were shocked. His image of the ancestor god was actually cut off by Wen Ting’s sword.

“How dare you!”

After being stabbed twice, Sheng Xin had analyzed Wen Ting’s fighting style.

From nothing to something, like from yin to yang, it clearly conforms to the eight masters’ knowledge of the two principles, and then uses the “Yi” sword method to briefly burst out more power than one master.

Although this sword is extremely wonderful, it is not invulnerable.

“In the state of no state, even I and the great catastrophe of the ancestor god’s destruction of the law can hardly hurt him at all.”

“But if he wants to hurt people, he must change from the state of no state to the state of existence. In this case, it is an extremely weak period.”

“One strike can kill him!”

Sheng Xin can completely avoid being slashed by the frost giant sword, as long as he retreats.

But he couldn’t retreat, because even if Wen Ting used the sword of the three realms, he had to free up one hand to deal with it.

With the other hand, he dared not remove the seal of heaven and earth, and remove the blockade of the time realm channel.

With this channel locked, he only had to deal with a cold palace actor.

If this channel is opened, the freak who comes out of the time realm is no less than the eight masters.

Who is stronger and who is weaker, Sheng Xin has his own decision in his heart!

“You want to hurt me, but you can’t survive this catastrophe today.”

Looking up, Sheng Xin caught another flaw in Wen Ting.

The great catastrophe of the ancestor’s destruction of the law!

The sword of the three realms is indeed extremely lethal. If Wen Ting wants to continue fighting, he must seal the ancestor.

As long as the ancestor is not sealed, how many times can his frost giant sword and his frost blowing mountain cut?

“Extinguish the Dao Xuan ruler, go!”

With a finger, the extinguishing Dao Xuan ruler that hit the East Region went back and was hit by the nine-day thunder tribulation.

Extinguishing Dao Xuan ruler itself has the characteristics of extinguishing all Taoism.

Under the blessing of the Zero Ancestor God, a single strike would turn the Great Tribulation of the Ancestor God into ashes.

Once the thunder tribulation was over, Wen Ting could not be baptized, and even could not shed his divine form. How could he be called the ancestor of the gods?

With a whoosh, the sound of breaking wind rose, and the Xuan Chi of the Extinguished Dao had just returned, and it was about to hit the Great Tribulation of the Nine Heavens Ancestor God.

Wen Ting spun around and appeared below the thunder tribulation.

The Five Domains Palm Apricot immediately focused, but saw that the actor tilted his head and looked sideways, with a posture, her orchid finger half-covered her red lips, her eyebrows slightly frowned, and I saw her pitiful:

“Ah, Yunzhong Jun~”

“Ah, Quezhong Ren~”

“Ah, the immortal family warms the immortal wine, waiting for you to open the gate of heaven~”

Accompanied by the ups and downs of the opera singing, a thousand feet of rosy clouds bloomed behind Wen Ting, merging into a mysterious door full of Taoist rhyme.

The clouds and mist were misty, and the door slowly opened.

The glow of light was overflowing inside, and the vague figures of ancient sword cultivators were vaguely outlined, each of them was holding a sword, or looking sternly, or frowning…

In the Xuanmiao Gate, the sword thoughts surged.

Wen Ting lightly stepped in the air, and his sleeves danced again. The frost in the sky gathered again, and turned into a huge frost sword in front of him, and directly hit the Xuan Chi of the Extinguished Dao.

“Long——”

The Xuan Chi of the Extinguished Dao, which had always been unmatched, was forced back by the huge frost sword and hit into the East China Sea.

This sword was pointed out, with absolute power and absolute penetrating power, reaching the peak.

Sheng Xin, however, stared and pointed, as if he had grasped the lifeline of Wen Ting’s transformation without form, and pointed at the same time, which was the move that directly killed Mei Siren at that time:

“Golden Mysterious Finger!”

Master, it’s dangerous!

Gu Qingsan, who was watching the battle below, practiced swordless art in the Sword Burial Tomb. Naturally, he could see at a glance that his master’s transformation had been discovered by Sheng Xin, and his heart was immediately tightened.

As expected, the master, who should have been shattered into pieces and temporarily avoided the sharp edge of Sheng Xin’s finger, did not retreat even a step. On the

contrary, after suppressing the Xuan Chi with a sword, he actually looked at the Demon Ancestor with a stern face, as if he was going to fight head-on:

“Ah, the gate of heaven is opening~”

“Ah, the mystery is coming~”

“Ah, the sword in my heart, split the clouds and break the mist~”

The sleeves were rolled up and coiled around the wrist.

Wen Ting put his hands together to make sword fingers, and when the golden mysterious finger shot at him, he put his palms together and pointed at Sheng Xin’s body beside the time realm passage.

But it was not a tit-for-tat confrontation, trying to attack instead of defend.

Instead, he let the golden mysterious finger pierce his throat, and he also wanted to hold Sheng Xin’s finger and swing back, and attack Sheng Xin’s left arm that maintained the seal of heaven and earth.

“Frost blows the mountain, break!”

A beam of golden light broke through the sky.

Wen Ting took the finger and a blood hole appeared on his neck, and half of his chin was shattered.

At this moment, even the Nine Heavens Ancestor God’s Great Tribulation of Destroying the Law was shaken, obviously realizing that the body and spirit of the person who survived the tribulation began to dissipate, and there was no need for another thunder tribulation.

But Youlan cut Sheng Xin again.

The sword pointed by Wen Ting’s sword finger turned into a slender and slender frost sword. While it was shattered, it cut through the sky and directly cut off Sheng Xin’s arm.

“Swish!”

Blood was thrown.

The five domains were all stunned.

Even Sheng Xin couldn’t believe that this actor was so determined that he would cut off his arm at the risk of his life.

He hurriedly turned over, summoned the power of the ancestor god, and directly commanded the broken arm to become an incarnation, barely maintaining the seal of heaven and earth.

Above the nine heavens, Wen Ting, who witnessed this, was like a flash of light in despair, with sword light cracking in his eyes.

Under his feet, a dazzling sword-dao mystical array was swirling.

The Dao pattern in the diagram was transformed, and vaguely merged into a trickle, and finally formed a surging river of sword energy, on which the figures

of ancient sword cultivators were displayed one by one. There were the Sword Ancestor and Feng Wuhen of the ancient times, Hua Weiyang, Cheng Xue, Xiao Hei, the guest in the raincoat, Taiyi Shangren, Lingzang, Rao Yaoyao, Guyu…

In the end, it was almost condensed into the figures of the Eight Masters!

“The Tao also came in a dream, Qingju invites you in my heart.”

“When I woke up, Hua Weiyang, the sword stopped and the shadow of the lonely building!”

When this sword speech came out, the scalps of the people in the five domains numbed, and even Sheng Xin was shocked and terrified.

Too familiar!

The sword of the Eight Ans!

Illusionary swordsmanship, the third realm, Great Dreams!

If he really drags him into the dream, a mere incarnation of the ancestor god can be cut off by Wen Ting with a casual sword, and the passage of time and space cannot be defended at all.

Not to mention that the figure of the Eight Ans has condensed on the long river of sword energy. What if the Eight Ans are also invited here, even if only a wisp of will is invited…

Stop him!

The Demon Ancestor gathered all kinds of spiritual ideas and sacrificed a drop of ancestral blood. A vertical pupil pattern suddenly appeared at the center of his eyebrows, and the black light of the soul shot out from afar:

“Fixing Soul Eyes!”

Ka-

this time, Wen Ting, who had no strength to retreat, was shot directly.

The sword had a great dream for a thousand years, but it failed at the last moment, and it collapsed directly on the spot, turning into a sky full of silver-white sword light.

“Fetal Mother Coffin, Seal!”

Sheng Xin was really a little scared, and did not dare to give this guy any chance. God knows if he will sacrifice something again and cast a sword.

The fetal origin mother coffin went straight from the back to the front, sealing Wen Ting, who had no power to resist, into the coffin.

With the coffin lid nailed, the dust settled.

The Nine Heavens Ancestral God came with high hopes and left with disappointment.

The long-lasting opera tune that sang in the five domains at that time ended here, and the way was not completed, and the fetus died in the womb.

“Three realms, can only cut off one of His arms…”

Outside the Nanli realm, Gou Wuyue drooped his eyelids, tightened the sound of Nulan in his hand, and sighed silently.

He would not make a move.

Because he could not see any hope of success.

Putting aside the time and realm channel that needed to be guarded, this did not force out even one ten-thousandth of Sheng Xin’s strength.

Going up would be to die, without any exception!

“Huh.”

Beside the time and realm channel, Sheng Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and was safe.

Even if the Zero Ancestral God wanted to maintain the time and realm channel, he was cut off by the front. He once again experienced the unlimited limit of the ancient sword cultivator.

However…

“That’s it.”

All the swan songs of the five domains finally ended.

Looking back, Sheng Xin was just about to retrieve his ancestral god incarnation, continue to maintain the seal of heaven and earth, and wait for the memory tree to be fully formed.

At this moment, another fierce sound exploded from below, sonorous and resolute, as if the ancient sword cultivator was stimulated by the desperate struggle and went crazy:

“Kings, princes, generals, and ministers, are they of the same kind?!” (End of this chapter)