I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 491

[Chapter 484 His Name Is Wen Ming]

Beyond the Eighth Palace.

Wilderness.

The army tent in red rustled in the cold wind.

The rain was pouring down.

In recent days, except for the day when the other-dimensional space of the White Cave was opened, the rest were almost always rainy days.

This place is quite desolate.

With the opening of the White Caves, the number of people staying there has dropped sharply, and the surroundings are even more gloomy.

“Om!” In the

assistant tent, a wheel suddenly vibrated violently, awakening the sleepy nurse Hongyi.

This is a middle-aged man, wearing a hood, with his hands curled between his sleeves, and his mouth is drowsy.

But when the round wheel shook, his whole figure seemed to be electrocuted, and he bounced up like a conditioned reflex.

“Come here?”

Hongyi’s face was a little panicked.

Lan Ling, the person in charge of the White Cave Red Clothes, once said that this “Tianyuan Spirit Exploring Pan” is about the stowaways above Zhan Dao.

In a radius of thirty miles, as long as there are people who exceed this realm, the Tianyuan spirit exploration disk can instantly perceive it.

Right now, Lan Ling, Xin and Vigil have all entered the White Cave.

There is only one Lord Black Soul left who can be a director here.

“Come on, go and invite the black soul…” The

man in red only called out, and the tent curtain was immediately opened by a dark armored hand.

“Master Black Soul!” The

man immediately bowed.

“What’s the matter?”

Black Soul was a man who was fully armed with dark armor and could not see his face at all. His voice was dull and powerful.

The red clothes that others use to wear can only be draped over their shoulders.

The robe, which was long enough to mop the floor

, barely touched the calf under his tall and powerful figure, fluttering in the wind.

As soon as he lowered his head, he entered the tent.

Behind him, four red-clothed ones filed in and stood around.

“Boom” sounded, silver snakes danced in the nine days, and the rain became even heavier.

“Tian Yuan’s spirit exploration plate, it’s moving!”

Red-clothed Shen An looked at the Lord Black Soul, who was two heads taller than normal people, and his heart was certain. With a finger on the wheel, his voice stabilized.

The dark soul’s eyes hidden under the helmet stared at the past, but saw that the wheel was extremely quiet.

“Are you sure, it moved?”

He lowered his voice even lower, and Shen An felt his legs go weak.

“It really moved, I must have moved once, I can’t see it wrong.”

“What were you doing just now?” Black Soul turned back.

“I…”

San An’s face turned red all of a sudden.

He was just sleeping.

Because of worrying and worrying day and night, I was always afraid that this thing would move.

So, what is seen is an illusion?

“It can’t be an illusion!”

Shen An said solemnly: “Although I just dozed off a bit, but…”

“Doze off?”

Black Soul’s voice was raised a little higher.

The four servants in red behind them raised their eyes at the same time, and the cold wind roared outside the tent, sending the murderous aura from the sky directly into this small space.

San’an’s strong shell shattered directly.

He sat back on the seat with a thud.

But when he thought that Lord Black Soul was still standing, how could he sit down?

Teng got up, he took a step forward, and supported the seat back with his hands, which made him stand upright.

“I didn’t read it wrong!”

“The ‘Tianyuan Spirit Exploration Disc’ moved, but it was still a huge earthquake. That is to say, there may be more than one slashing path into the White Cave.”

“At this moment, the area of thirty kilometers should be Searching.”

“It’s my fault for dozing off, but I should be punished afterwards.”

He forced his head to stand up.

But the tone was weakened by the cold killing intent in the air.

“Are you teaching me to do things?”

Black Soul didn’t see any movement, he walked directly in front of Shen An, and picked up his neck until the person in his hand was blushing, and then he said:

“You guys It’s just for Lan Ling to get used to.”

“A good organization in red has developed such a lazy and exhausted state, what a formality!” With

a loud “bang”, the spirit energy in the hand struck out, and the whole body of Shen An felt like a Like an inverted cannonball, a mouthful of blood was sprayed out in the air, and then smashed onto the barrier of the enchantment in the tent.

“Pfft.” The

body fell.

San An only felt that his throat was crushed, and he spurted blood again.

“Red, the power of red clothes is not used to beat one’s own people!” He

coughed twice.

There was a look of resentment in San An’s raised head.

Talking is hard though.

But the tone was stronger.

“That’s why your black soul was deposed.”

“If Lord Lan Ling were here, he would definitely not have made such an indiscriminate shot!”

He was furious in his heart.

“Shoot…”

Black Soul sneered.

“If you deserve a reward, you will be rewarded, and if you should be punished, you will be punished.”

“You almost made a mistake, and you still think about making up for your faults and punishing them later?”

“Under the world, if there is such a good thing, wouldn’t the person who did harm be done in time and follow the righteousness ?

Can you be forgiven by heaven and earth?”

“Ridiculous!

”

In the dark space, the eyes of the black soul are so cold that they can bite people.

He passed a few people by his side and came straight to the wheel, his figure froze, and he thought about it.

“The perception of the throne can’t be wrong…”

“Although Lan Ling’s girls are doing things in ink, they don’t have to say the way of the spirit formation…”

“So, is it too empty…”

Black Soul Put both hands on the wheel, and the spiritual essence is injected.

After a moment of buzzing, the void projected a curtain of light.

“Three people!”

At this moment, everyone’s eyes were taken away by the three figures in the picture.

But before I could see the faces of those people clearly, the picture flickered and disappeared.

Even the violently vibrating round wheel returned to calm.

“Perceived?”

Black Soul froze.

With such a long distance apart, with Heavenly Dao as a cover, those three guys could still be so keenly aware of the existence of the “Tianyuan Spirit Questing Plate”!

“I said there are people…”

Before the overjoyed Shen An finished speaking, the black soul swept his gaze, and he instantly became dumbfounded.

“Shut up, you dereliction of duty!”

The scene was extremely quiet for a while as the rain poured down.

“Lord Black Soul, what are your plans?” The

four red-clothed men behind him couldn’t help but say aloud.

Although the red robes are divided into groups because they were gathered from the White Caves.

But in the face of accidents like the White Cave, when necessary, everyone must be united in order to solve the problem.

“Three slashes…”

Black Soul directly thought about the worst situation.

If it were the three major slashes, then he would only be able to withstand two people at most.

The remaining one, if it is just handed over to the dozens of thrones in this place to deal with.

It is estimated that even if things can be done in the end, there will be countless casualties.

He raised his head, facing the four people in front of him and said: “First block all the space here to prevent smuggling, and then open the protective spirit formation in the Eighth Palace, the rest, follow me…”

His voice suddenly stop.

“Where are you going?” The

four red-clothed ones were startled.

Why don’t you say half of this?

“Just the picture just now… Lord Black Soul, could it be that you have already determined where they are?” Someone asked aloud.

“Yo!”

A high-pitched voice suddenly came from outside the curtain.

“It’s been a long time, and I haven’t found them yet!”

“Not to mention your Lord Black Soul, it’s just you stupid people. At this moment, you should also know where they are.”

“Who!” The red clothes turned back in horror, and Ling Jin directly smashed the big curtain into pieces.

But outside the door, except for the pouring rain, there was no one half a shadow of a human being.

“Here.” A

high-pitched male voice appeared inside.

The four red-clothed men all looked sideways, but saw an extremely slender man in a red dress, half-squatting in front of the red-clothed figure who was lying on the ground, and slowly stretched out his orchid fingers.

“Get up, it’s cold on the ground, someone will help you.”

Shen An was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

It was obvious that the person was already in front of him, but he waited until the voice came out before he fully realized the existence of this person!

Chopping!

Absolutely beheaded!

This person’s perception of the Dao of Heaven may even reach the pinnacle of Dao Slashing, which is on the same level as Lord Black Soul!

With a loud “bang”, the floor below San An’s buttocks exploded, and the whole person was about to fly towards the place of Lord Black Soul.

At this time, how can there be any faction in red?

Let yourself live, is the best manager!

However, before the figure flew out far, Shen An felt that something was grabbing at the front of his clothes and pulled the figure back directly.

“What are you running for?”

“Did it scare you because of the bad looks?”

When San An recovered, he found that he had sat on the lap of the man in the red skirt at some point.

This man’s red dress is tall with slits.

As soon as he sat on the seat, a pair of beautiful slender jade legs were presented in front of everyone without reservation.

San’an could only feel the absolute heat of the male hormones just by touching his butt.

Coupled with the delicate sound in his ears…

He couldn’t control himself at all, and goosebumps exploded from his feet to his head.

“Giggle, are you afraid?” The

man in the red skirt covered his mouth and chuckled: “Don’t be afraid, no one can hurt you when I’m here…”

His voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes were fixed on Shen An’s face. , the whole person seems to be sluggish.

“Brother, you look so handsome…”

“Zi—”

At this moment, San An felt that not only did he have goosebumps on his body, but even his soul seemed to be touched by ice water, and he almost ascended to heaven.

“Grass Nima, get out of my way!”

San An struggled, but found that the power above his body was completely useless.

It’s like the soul is separated.

He could only watch his body helplessly, sinking a little under the tighter hug of the other party.

” What the hell!” ”

What the hell is going on?!”

“Dark Soul!”

“Lord Dark Soul, help—”

San An growled.

But finally found out.

Whether it’s spitting out fragrance from your own mouth, or calling for help.

The sound that was made was actually only heard by himself!

“Black Soul…”

He was desperate.

Heaven!

This is the power of separation from heaven!

Under such absolute control, one’s own throne cultivation base cannot even resist half a point.

This is the real slasher.

A peerless existence whose throne depends on numbers and can never be resisted.

“Lord Dark Soul, help him…”

The four big red-clothed men looked at Shen An in the arms of the red-skirted man, and were completely shocked.

From the man in the red dress approaching, San An flying up, to flying into the guy’s arms, everything was so smooth and natural.

They even had to suspect that Shen An was a spy.

The man in the red dress was the one who called him.

Dark Souls didn’t respond.

All four realized something was wrong.

“Master Black Soul?”

He called out again, but Black Soul still didn’t respond.

This time, everyone panicked.

“Alarm!”

“Enemy attack—”

Reminders and calls for help instantly resounded through the void.

But in the past, as long as you shouted out, there was bound to be a red-clothed tent base that would respond.

At this moment, there is no sound!

“It’s over…” The

four of them felt cold at the same time.

This time, the person who came here was not an ordinary beheading.

It is an existence that uses the Dao of Heaven to the highest realm in the Dao of Slashing.

This class of people, let alone the throne.

The ordinary red-clothed slasher came over, and it is estimated that it is also a death sentence!

At this moment, they can only pin their hopes on Lord Black Soul in front of them.

“Lord Black Soul!”

“Black…”

“Noisy, noisy!” The

man in the red dress was helping San’an to wipe the saliva that had not been wiped off his face. .

“Your Lord Black Soul, you can’t take care of yourself, how can you save you?”

He waved his hand, and the void was isolated and unlocked.

The four big red clothes were shocked at the same time.

Above the head of the black soul, a gloomy dragon head with a size of hundreds of meters was seen, at this moment, a demigod entered the top of the tent.

The dragon’s mouth opened wide.

Beneath it was Lord Black Soul, who was submerged in endless saliva.

“This…”

Looking at this situation, isn’t it because the dragon’s head is combined, and the black soul will have a different head?

The complexion of the four red robes was instantly pale.

How does this exist?

Even Lord Black Soul, was taken down without knowing it?

Is this still beheading?

Could it be that the person who came here has already reached that supreme realm?

Too fake?

“Brother Black Soul~” The

man in the red skirt finally aimed his gaze at the armored man in front of him, and called out softly, “Long time no see.”

“Storyteller…”

Black Soul’s heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

He expected the strength of the person who came over.

But I never would have thought that this person would be a saint slave who was in the Central Territory at that time and caused the turmoil in the world!

There are nine saint slaves, and all of them have a cultivation base that reaches the sky.

The storyteller in front of him ranked seventh.

Such existence, how can he be able to contend against it?

Even if you know that the person in front of you has never been too empty.

But the gap between Dao Slash and Dao Slash, how can it be sporadic?

At least, the Nine Dead Thunder Tribulation before becoming Taixu didn’t dare to touch it.

This storyteller, just looking at this realization of heaven, I am afraid that the final catastrophe is not far away!

And he can be here.

That means that the red clothes in the entire camp have no chance to come to support at all.

But…

the black soul was stunned.

There must be one of the three figures I saw in the circle just now.

But why, people from dozens of miles away can be directly and accurately teleported to the red-clothed tent, but even the big formation did not trigger the alarm?

Is this really the same person!

Or, is there really a spies in the red clothes?

“Brother Black Soul, stop guessing.” The

storyteller held Shen An, moved his sitting position, then pointed at the round wheel, and said, “Turn the projection on for me first, I want to see where my brother arrives. Where is it?”

Black Soul trembled with anger.

He felt humiliated.

A moment ago, I felt that I could be one against two.

Now he thinks he’s just a showman.

Where is this where he can exist as one against two?

This is something that is completely impossible to do when you go up and pull your hair down to be buried with you!

“Come on!” The

storyteller stirred up the red skirt, letting his jade legs shine, which was shiny and pleasing to the eye.

Black Soul tried to struggle, but as soon as this thought moved, the man in the red dress in front of him spoke again.

“Don’t think about finding someone!”

“Your help in white has not yet arrived. At this moment, you are a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and you can’t protect yourself.”

“If you don’t cooperate with others, they will strip them all, even you. Strip them all together, then tie them here, and wait for the red clothes to come out to rescue.”

He paused and said, “Don’t worry, my brother said that you can’t kill people, so as long as you cooperate, they won’t die.”

“But it doesn’t cooperate…”

“Hee hee!” The

storyteller covered his mouth and chuckled, his eyes wandering around the big red clothes, revealing a radiance of excitement.

Black Soul remained silent.

He carried the dragon head above his head, took a few steps forward slowly, and reached out to touch the round wheel.

The storyteller took out the ancient book from his chest at the right time, put it on San An’s face, and looked at him with a smile.

Dark Soul hesitated for a breath.

“Brush!” The

light curtain appeared.

The sound of the pattering rain came back into the tent.

“Huh!”

The rest of the red-clothed people present felt that they had been released from another dimension, gasping for breath, their faces terrified.

“Interesting.” The

storyteller praised and looked down at Shen An.

San An only felt that he might as well not be released.

As soon as the soul returned to the body, he felt the heat from the pair of jade legs under him, almost scalding him.

“I…”

“Brother, you don’t need to speak.” The storyteller stroked his face.

“Hey!” Before

Shen An moved, the four big red-clothed robes in the distance all shivered and sucked in a breath of cold air.

It’s…it’s

okay.

Fortunately, it was not the four of them who were spotted!

This is really Nima’s… Is it fortunate or not?

“Ta-ta-ta.”

After the picture was clearly realized, a slight sound came out.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, their eyes fixed on the circle.

In the next second, a look of shock appeared on everyone’s face.

I saw that there were still three people walking on the barren ground!

Except for the masked man at the head.

Followed by an old man with a small axe on his waist, and… a man in a

red skirt!

Everyone tilted their heads and couldn’t believe it.

The man in the red dress is clearly sitting in front of him, why is there another one in the picture?

In the face of such attention, the storyteller seemed shy, and the orchid finger covered his pretty face.

“Looking at people like this…”

“Are they good-looking?”

“Hey!”

Several people turned their heads at the same time, and didn’t dare to look at them again, for fear that the next second would lead to a crime.

Black Soul stared at the screen, unable to speak for a long time.

Slave first seat!

The Fourth Slave, Cenchev!

The Seven Slaves, the Storyteller!

This lineup is enough to set off a shocking wave in any forbidden area in the Central Region. Why, it appeared in the white cave?

One with four swords, so attractive?

And…

He sneaked a glance at the man in the red dress who had already touched San An’s chest.

“Incarnate outside the body…”

“Isn’t this a method that only half-sages can master?”

…

“Brother~”

“Brother, it’s here!” The

storyteller pointed to the collapsed Hachigung-ri town gate in front of him and held it back excitedly. Arms of the masked man.

“How’s the situation?” Cenchov asked without turning his head.

“Brother, it should be in the Eighth Palace in front of us. After so long, we finally arrived!”

“Are you happy?” The

storyteller bowed slightly, raised his head, and stared at the masked man.

The corner of Cen Qiaofu’s mouth twitched, and he held his breath: “Storyman, the old man asked you, how is the situation!”

“Come on, come on, this place collapsed, and it didn’t seem like it was struck down by lightning. Someone must have been there before. Fight.”

“And there…” The

storyteller pointed into the distance, “They have seen the location of the teleportation formation.”

Cenchov: “…”

He squeezed the small axe on his waist slightly.

The masked man swung his hand back to stop him.

“How’s your situation over there?” The

hoarse voice sounded as if it had been sawed by a chainsaw, stabbing the scalps of everyone outside the screen numb.

“Very good, we are watching us chatting!” The storyteller smiled sweetly.

Cenchev finally couldn’t bear it any longer.

“Story, can you fucking tell people…” The

masked man suddenly raised his hand.

The scene suddenly became quiet.

“What’s wrong?”

Cenchev was surprised.

“Brother, what’s wrong?” the

storyteller asked worriedly.

“It’s okay.” The

masked man put down his hand: “You guys are a little noisy.”

“…”

Cenchov felt lonely.

“Hmm~”

“Brother, you’re so bad!” The

storyteller pinched his fist and was about to knock the masked man’s chest.

The latter dodged and disappeared immediately.

When it reappeared, it was already at the wreckage of the town gate in the Eight Palaces.

“Oh, brother, wait for someone else!” The

storyteller snapped his elbow, and the orchid pointed his finger, and ran over in small steps.

Seeing everything, Cenchev gritted his teeth.

Even with the blue veins on his neck, he almost burst open.

“Don’t look, don’t look…”

“Don’t be angry, don’t be angry…”

“Call.”

“Suck!”

“Old woodcutter, you are talking ill of others again!” But he’s been watching us!”

Cenchov almost slashed the red dress’s face with an axe.

“Don’t be noisy.” The

masked man said twice from the front.

He crouched down and picked up a stone on the ground.

“What’s wrong?”

This time, the two of them didn’t dare to mess around.

The first person to speak and act like this must have discovered something.

“Sword Qi…” There was a hint of smile in the masked

man

‘s cloudy eyes, “He really came.”

“Who?”

Female?” The

masked man pulled his hand away, moved his steps, and said, “Man, you should like him, a very handsome young man.”

“Oh?”

The storyteller’s eyes suddenly lit up.

“What kind of person can be so appreciated by my brother, and people are going to see him?”

He paused and said, “But brother, don’t worry, I’m just watching, I won’t make you jealous.”

Masked man: ” “…”

“It’s okay, you can go anyway, this is also part of the plan.”

“The best, you can bring him back completely.” The masked man smiled even more in his eyes.

“Oh?”

This time, even Cenchov was surprised.

Sword Qi?

lad?

He suddenly thought of the hedgehog he bumped into when he broke into Tiansangling Palace at night.

It was the first time he had seen someone who could be so graciously invited by the first, but still refused.

So, that guy, or a sword cultivator?

But among the sword cultivators in the world, who can enter the first Dharma Eye, at present, there is only one double line of tears!

That hedgehog…

“Bring it back?” The

storyteller’s high-pitched voice pierced everyone’s eardrums.

He couldn’t believe it.

The meaning of bringing it back can only be to bring back the saint slave.

So, the little guy that his brother took a fancy to, has already reached this level of excellence?

“What’s his name?”

Even though he hadn’t met, the storyteller felt that his heart was racing and pounding.

“Let’s go ahead and talk about it, then the troops will be divided into two groups.” The

masked man said, looking at Cenchov, “Don’t go to the teleportation formation, just cut it!”

Cenchov nodded.

The storyteller, however, was not happy, and he grabbed Zenchov’s axe hand.

“Brother!”

“Tell me first, what’s his name?”

Cenchov’s face darkened, he felt as if he had been sullied, and he bounced off like an electric shock: “Storyman, don’t touch me with your dirty hands!”

” Hmm, I’ll touch it, I’ll touch it!” The man in the red dress was about to grab the old woodcutter’s hand in anger.

“Go to the old man—”

“I touch, oh, it’s so rough!”

“I! I beheaded you!”

“Come on, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com come after me~”

“…” The

masked man I have a headache.

This is the consequence of the storyteller’s sudden appearance.

It is always a headache for two people who do not deal with each other to act together.

“What’s his name?” The

storyteller ran, ran behind the masked man again, grabbed his shoulders, and breathed like blue in his ears.

“Say it!”

With anticipation in his eyes, the storyteller urged, “What’s his name?” The

masked man finally couldn’t help but play a clever, as if offering a shield, and blurted out: “Wen Ming, his name is Wen Ming, very good, you can go and see him!”

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