I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 565

[Chapter 551 Grumpy Storyteller]

“Saint slave, storyteller!”

Almost at the moment when the red dress fell, Vigil’s eyes were fixed on the person who came.

He can be sure that the storyteller who appeared this time is no longer the incarnation of the body he faced at that time.

Because, if it is an incarnation outside the body, it is impossible for the other party to control all the red clothes on the scene at the same time!

At almost the same time, many red-clothed men uttered the name of the man in the red skirt in their hearts.

Moreover, he has a clear understanding of the strength of this person.

“The pinnacle of Dao Slashing, the nine-death thunder calamity is all over.”

“It is only half a step away from Taixu.”

It can be said that this is a man who has stepped into the top of the world with one foot!

“唳——” The

first person to lift the confinement was not the people in red, but the holy war black angel with four swords.

The storyteller controlled the audience.

But there are four swords, obviously not within his control.

In just an instant, the black angel of the holy war broke free from the shackles, and immediately took the black sword and slashed towards… Hei Ming!

Hei Ming’s entire face turned black.

He had tasted the ways of storytellers.

But every time this guy appeared, it was so unpredictable.

In the case that there is no time to react at all, it is a difficult problem to break free from the bondage.

This ghost… is sick!

Come over to make matters worse?

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Just as Hei Ming was still struggling to avoid the blow of the four swords, Lan Ling’s red lips curled slightly and she laughed softly.

“Fengtian Great Array, draw!”

Accompanied by a soft shout, the power that was condensed in many red clothes trying to break through the space of the ancient book was instantly swept away by the Fengtian Great Array.

Before everyone could react, Lan Ling’s fingers that were also imprisoned trembled slightly.

“Solution.”

Dozens of rays of light descended from the sky, instantly covering all the red clothes.

The storyteller only felt a flower before his eyes, and the Lan Ling in his hand had disappeared.

Look up again.

All the red clothes appeared above their heads.

Vigil, Xin, and the panic-stricken Hei Ming, as well as the rest of the dozen or so confused red-clothes, lowered their heads at the same time, and their eyes fell on the storyteller below.

The scene seemed to quiet down.

Even Hongyi never thought that the power of Zhuangruo to break the world was actually one of the means that could be used to deal with storytellers.

“Lan Ling, this?”

Xin turned sideways and immediately moved to Lan Ling’s side.

Before the situation was urgent, Lan Ling’s voice transmission only gave a rough idea.

What they know about the situation is only that the situation has changed, and they need to break through this world first.

Never thought, the storyteller came out!

This guy has been hiding here?

“Life and death of yin and yang? The ancient book space?” Watching Ye also squinted his eyes, already seeing something.

“Yeah.”

Lan Ling nodded, before he could say anything.

“Grass!”

There was an angry scolding from one side, and Heiming looked at the black angel of the holy war who continued to pounce like a sticky spirit, and the whole person became irritable.

“Don’t act alone.”

Just when he was about to rush to the death battle, Lan Ling stopped him.

“Fengtian Great Array, transfer.” He

raised his hand.

The holy war black angel holding the sword, including the four tauren who were still imprisoned, was suddenly transferred several miles away.

“Top priority, storyteller.”

Lan Ling’s eyes never left the man in the red skirt from beginning to end.

When this person appeared, the center of the battlefield had already shifted.

Even if they are in red, ghosts and beasts are the main purpose.

Seeing that Hei Ming seemed to want to continue his actions, Lan Ling immediately added: “Order, die.”

Ka.

Hei Ming smashed the space with one foot, forced the brakes, and stopped himself.

Smelly girls…

Although I was a little unhappy with Lan Ling’s order, as soon as the “Saint Slave” person appeared, Hei Ming also felt that he couldn’t mess around anymore.

At that time, the fear of being dominated by the storyteller’s illusion in the eighth house came back to his heart.

If this really leaves the red-clothed people, I can’t tell, this step of my own will really lead to death!

“Clap clap clap.”

A crisp sound came from below.

The storyteller couldn’t help but lightly patted his left and right palms with his right fingers, his face full of admiration.

“Amazing, tsk tsk, awesome.”

“As expected of a red-clothed…” The

second child said it well, and he really underestimated these guys.

“I didn’t expect that in other people’s space, you can still use the power of a large array to change the way of heaven.” The storyteller shook his head and said.

“It’s too prestigious.”

Lan Ling squinted his eyes and said, “It’s just that the great master of the spiritual formation is only prepared. It’s not as good as the legendary seven leaders of the ‘Saint Slave’.”

“Um…” The storyteller tilted his head and made a long note, then snapped his fingers.

“That’s right.”

“It’s just…you are very self-aware.”

Xin was suddenly provoked by the man in the red skirt.

The girl doesn’t say it.

How can it be so disgusting to speak?

“Damn pervert, can you put away your orchid fingers, Lao Tzu… um.”

He said, suddenly he felt like he was being silenced and couldn’t say anything.

Turn your head sideways.

Obviously, at this time, it was Lan Ling’s great formation that could seal him.

Eyeballs gurgling.

“Hey?”

– Do you know me so much?

Lan Ling ignored this big man, because the atmosphere between heaven and earth seemed to be cold because of the letter.

Others don’t know, but she knows it well.

The word “pervert”, to the seven leaders of the “Saint Slave”, is an existence like a scale, and it can’t be said at all!

Sure enough…

“You just now, what did you say?” The

corner of the storyteller’s mouth twitched, and his brows were even squeezed because he couldn’t contain his anger, and his eyes were one big and one small. “Change, pervert?”

He grabbed his hand forward. .

“Hey!” Before

everyone could react, they only felt a distortion in the void.

God again.

The letter has been captured by the storyteller.

“No!” Lan Ling shouted.

late.

snort.

Two fingers poked, blood splashed.

The letter’s throat was directly penetrated, and when the storyteller drew back his hands again, there was already a piece of bloody cartilage between his two fingers.

“Pfft!”

Xin spurted out a mouthful of blood, and blood gurgled from the hole in his throat.

He wants to resist.

But even if he tried his best to puff up his spirit energy, he couldn’t even make a single mark on his neck that his delicate hands broke apart.

Blue veins suffocated violently.

But all the air machines were blocked.

Even the Heavenly Dao of the whole body was completely cut off by the storyteller.

Obviously, the red-clothed partner is not far above his head.

But at this moment, Xin only felt that there was no help between heaven and earth!

All the resistance he could do was to force his injuries to continue to intensify, and the blood spurted from his throat faster.

For storytellers, it means nothing!

“This guy…”

Xin’s heart suddenly twitched.

Pain means nothing to him.

But with this one move, he knew it.

The strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all.

Complete abuse!

As long as the storyteller thinks.

On the red-clothed side, there is no one who can stop him.

This is an existence that belongs to the level of the Moonless Sword Immortal and can only be captured!

“Adam’s apple…” The

storyteller played with the small bones in his hand and knocked his own with the back of his hand.

not at all.

He smiled and pressed

the small bone into Xin’s throat again, and whispered, “Remember, there is no next time.

”

He felt that his “Jin Xuan Spirit Body” was like a decoration in front of the man in the red dress.

The other party doesn’t even need to use the spirit energy.

Just block everything with Heavenly Dao.

A casual blow can cause fatal damage to himself.

And until this time, the people in red above their heads were once again unchained.

“Trust!”

Vigil’s face turned gloomy.

In front of many red clothes, the letter was taken down in one fell swoop.

This is not just a matter of face, the other party is so provocative, he can’t bear it at all!

“Night, swallow the sky!”

Almost at the moment when the violent killing intent burst, the sky was immediately engulfed by darkness.

“Oh, is it you?”

As soon as this familiar power appeared, the storyteller couldn’t help but cast his eyes.

Vigil didn’t dare to hide even half of his strength, and his shot was an ace.

Not only did he use the power of darkness to change the rules of heaven and earth in the first place, but his whole body also began to exude a sense of righteousness.

“Little old man…” The

storyteller’s palm tightened, and Xin’s throat was deformed by the hoop.

“Cough cough…Pfft.”

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

There was a hint of murder in the storyteller’s eyes.

Not long ago, the anger that was inexplicably dismantled an incarnation outside his body welled up in his heart.

The storyteller, who didn’t intend to break out at this moment, saw that Vigil was still taking action, and couldn’t bear it any longer.

He raised his hand.

“Wait!”

Lan Ling shouted at the right time.

She immediately dodged to Vigil’s side and patted him on the shoulder.

“Relax, let me come.”

Vigil looked sideways, his eyes widened, silent.

“Trust me.”

Lan Ling nodded seriously.

Only then did Vigil suppress his impulses and regain his righteousness.

But the darkness above the sky is still invading, directly regaining control of the battlefield.

In the case where the strength is weaker than the opponent, if even the geographical advantage is controlled, then the red clothes can’t fight at all, only the share of being slaughtered.

“Little girl…” The

storyteller made a smile again, “You are so confident.”

“Storyman, you don’t want to kill, do you?” Lan Ling turned her head to look over.

“Oh?” The

storyteller raised his brows. “Are you provoking me? You have a grudge against him?

”

“Crackling crackling…”

Bone cracks exploded from all over Xin’s body in an instant.

In just an instant, the letter was drenched in blood and turned into a bloody man.

Under the indoctrination of the storyteller’s spiritual essence, his physical body couldn’t bear it at all, and even his internal organs were torn apart.

All the bones were almost shattered.

“You!”

Vigil narrowed his eyes and wanted to make a move.

Lan Ling held him down, looked at the storyteller, gritted his teeth and said, “Give me back, what do you want, whatever you want.”

“This…”

Hei Ming turned his head and looked over in disbelief.

“Shut up, let me come!”

Lan Ling couldn’t help scolding.

This time, Vigil finally took a step back and gave the dominance back to Lan Ling.

“Yo, how majestic!” The

storyteller said with a smile: “But majesty is certainly prestige, what qualifications do you have to ask for someone from others?”

He tightened his hand again, and the dying letter was directly withered. .

This time, even Lingtai Qingming couldn’t keep it, and fainted on the spot.

“Hi.”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The red-clothed people with the pestle at the back didn’t even dare to move.

They all know that the “Saint Slave” storyteller is very strong.

But the strength against this person in the past was only a conceptual thing.

Now that I have seen it with my own eyes, this…

is simply unstoppable!

Even the letter, in the hands of the storyteller, is like a giant baby, let it be handled?

“It’s gone?” The

storyteller looked at the big man who was completely unconscious, and couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose, “I really can’t help playing.”

Lan Ling stretched out his hand and suppressed the angry people behind him and said slowly. : “I know you won’t kill people, at least, you won’t want to kill Hongyi.”

“You know, it doesn’t do you any good.” The

storyteller squinted: “You threaten people again? ”

He needs to be tighter.

Lan Ling hurriedly took a step forward, “Wait!”

“Huh?”

“It’s not a threat, your opponent, not Hongyi, kills people here. After going out, I won’t talk about you, including all of you ‘sacred slaves’, It’s all dangerous.”

She paused, then added: “This sentence is not a threat, I’m just stating a fact.” The

storyteller let go of his hand and weighed the big man forward a few times.

Quite heavy!

“Although you keep saying that it’s not a threat, it sounds like a threat.”

“Anyway, these words are in people’s ears…” The

storyteller closed his eyes and thought for a while, then said, “It’s very uncomfortable, listen.”

“But Fact, isn’t it?” Lan Ling asked back.

“Yes.” The

storyteller actually admitted it and smiled: “You are very smart, at least among these people, you should be the one with the most brains.

” He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood, and said, “They really don’t want to kill people, but they are all out of order, so they have to do it. Is it understandable?”

“Yes.”

Lan Ling nodded and stretched out his hand .

, “Then send the person here first?” She pursed her mouth and gestured to the letter lying in the void.

“Boom!” The

storyteller kicked the person flying over with one kick.

“Remember.”

“People can give it back to you, but this is because people don’t like killing people, and it’s not your threat. It has an effect.”

“Understood?”

Vigil took the letter and immediately fed a pill.

He clenched his fists tightly, but said nothing.

Hei Ming, who Rao Shi and Lan Ling did not deal with at all, saw the letter being beaten before, and his heart was not at all disturbed. Hearing the storyteller’s words this time, he couldn’t help but get angry.

This is simply, too disrespectful to people.

But, shot?

Yu Guang glanced around at everyone.

Here, no one is the opponent of the man in the red skirt.

Even if everyone unites, it may not be enough for everyone to squeeze with one hand.

how to spell?

After the storyteller wiped away the blood, he threw the handkerchief away, looked around and said, “Just be safe. They said, don’t kill people.”

“As long as you don’t make noise, there’s nothing wrong.

” Not for you, but…”

“Swish—”

At this moment, a swish came from behind.

The black angel of the holy war, who had been teleported away before, had returned to attack, holding a four-sword in his hand, and he was attacking the storyteller closest to him.

“Yeah!” The

storyteller clenched his fists angrily, UU reading www.sonicmtl.

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“Why do people always like to interrupt when they talk?”

He turned around angrily, glaring at the black sword qi attacking in front of him, and slashed his hand to cut across the sky.

“Shut up?!”

A high-pitched roar sounded.

The black sword energy that came from the face was directly divided into two.

The storyteller stretched out his hand, and the void twisted again.

The holy war black angel is like a moth to the flame, directly sending his neck into the opponent’s hands.

“laugh!”

He took out a dagger from his bosom, the storyteller cut it suddenly, and a head was lifted into the air by a blood column.

“Noisy, noisy, noisy!!!”