I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 594

[Chapter 578 Abandoned A Jie]

“Ajiejiejie…”

Xu Xiaoshou was floating in the air, his eyes turned white, hanging a pair of dead fish eyes, watching A Jie with his “perception”, constantly absorbing the evil spirit in his body.

This swabbing process lasted for a full half a minute.

Finally, his body was filled with black energy that was about to burst, and it weakened a little, barely able to regain a little consciousness.

“Yes, are you saved?”

Put your sight away.

Xu Xiaoshou saw the three terrifying figures clustered together in the distance.

Holy slave, trio!

Who can stand this?

If it weren’t for the critical moment, with the outburst of A Jie, he directly used the disappearance technique to release the restraint of the four swords on him…

If it weren’t for the disappearance technique, which only has two states of opening and disabling, there is no need to unconsciously maintain the disappearing state in the middle…

If it weren’t for the fact that the real target of the four swords was not me, but I was crazy and wanted to go into the body of the head of the holy slave…

Xu Xiaoshou dared to assert.

At this moment, he is either dead or out of control.

Or, end up with the most terrifying end – being targeted by the Slave Leader and the storyteller at the same time!

“Sin…”

Xu Xiaoshou could hardly imagine why his trip to the White Caves was so difficult.

Sure enough, is the source of all this still rooted in the burst of self-confidence after devouring the original seed of Jhin Zhao and the Three-Day Frozen Tribulation?

If he hadn’t thought about finding out about the Four Swords at that time, and hadn’t thought about the task that Lao Sang gave him that he didn’t even care about…

“tired.”

Xu Xiaoshou felt very tired.

Presumably even the dead old man had expected the outcome of the fight for the four swords.

Why did he take the first step to Lijian Grassland so naively in the first place?

That’s the way to the abyss!

“Hide, hide.”

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to escape from here step by step, but he didn’t dare.

God knows if the storyteller will be very careful to banish this space when he arrives here.

If this is the case, not only will he not be able to get out of the sky in one step, but when he touches the critical point, he will expose his position to the perverted man in the red skirt.

If so…

“Hide!”

Holding A Jie, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t dare to think too much.

Feeling that the number of people in his body was gradually decreasing, it was difficult for him to affect his actions. He lowered his head and went straight to the ground.

…

Brightly resolved his negative state in front of the Holy Slave trio, even with the disappearance technique, Xu Xiaoshou’s heart was beating wildly.

And at this moment of escaping, he had already heard that the head of the saint slaves put all his attention on the so-called “Wen Ming” that he had said before.

“The sword has already arrived. You said Wen Ming, where is the person?”

When the masked man settled down, the storyteller’s reaction was obviously stunned.

“Yes, what about people?”

He turned his head and glanced at You Sijian, and said hesitantly: “Theoretically speaking, there are Sijian in Wen Ming’s control, and he will not let go easily, and Wen Ming will not give up this peerless fierce sword.”

“After all, he is also an ancient sword cultivator, right?”

“but……”

The storyteller paused, and Cenchov immediately said, “But with the four swords in this state, can he let go?”

“yes!”

The storyteller nodded and frowned, “So, he should have let go of Sijian early in the morning? But how did he realize that Sijian had changed?”

“Then Wenming, what kind of cultivation?” Cenchov suddenly asked.

“About the innate.”

“Well, God…”

“Huh? Innate?!”

Cenchov’s tone changed, and he turned his head to look at the turbulent world of the White Cave in the extreme distance.

The blasting starts there.

And the previous storyteller’s words and movements were made by the so-called Wen Ming.

“Are you sure, he’s just innate?”

Cenchov asked again, his tone full of doubts.

“Forehead……”

The storyteller froze for a while, and he also turned his head to see the movement behind him, and said with a promise: “Yes… right?”

Seeing Cen Qiaofu’s disbelief, the storyteller added: “In short, it’s not strong, maybe it’s innate, and if you die, you’re in the realm of a master, but his combat power should be comparable to… Throne?” His voice became smaller and smaller. .

Cenchev’s face darkened.

The storyteller had a headache, but he had to continue: “If you add some external force, even if you encounter a beheading… Well, what they mean is that in this white cave world, there are various constraints, so… ”

“?”

Zenchov slowly made a question mark.

“Forehead……”

The storyteller wiped away a sweat. He knew how incredible his words were, but he insisted on finishing them.

“So, under various restrictions, Wen Ming should be able to fight with Zhan Dao…”

Cenchev’s face turned from black to green.

“Are you serious?”

“serious.”

“Aren’t you kidding?”

“OK.”

“Is this what you mean by ‘not strong anyway’?” Cenchov almost split his eyes.

“Whoo~”

The storyteller heaved a sigh of relief, “You’ll know after a fight with him, this kid, it’s a bit wicked.”

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Saying that, he turned to look at his brother, “Really?”

Cenchev also cast his gaze.

He didn’t know why the first seat valued Na Wenming so much.

Even the layout of the Holy Emperor used that guy as a chess piece.

But now, if all of this isn’t exaggerating the truth…

“Not a master.”

The masked man said: “When I first saw him, he should have been in the acquired realm. It’s only been a few months, right? Is there a month?”

“No matter how talented you are, you won’t be able to directly understand the realm of celestial phenomena and reach the master level.”

“Theoretically speaking, Wen Ming, it’s already very good to be able to reach the Xiantian Yuan Court realm at this time, or to live without it.”

“Of course, it is not ruled out that he also has some opportunities to reach the supreme spirit…”

“Huh? What’s your expression?”

As the masked man spoke, he saw Cenchov’s abnormality.

Cenchev couldn’t close his chin.

“That hedgehog, in the spirit realm, can make such a big noise?” He pointed to the broken space behind him.

“Shangling, it’s just a conjecture.” The masked humane said.

“Did you get the point wrong, I mean… not this!”

Zenchov said, looking at the storyteller and roaring:

“Just innate, can you achieve this level?”

“Comparable to beheading?”

“What are you kidding?!”

“I’m not kidding,” the storyteller said after being silent for a while, “He has a mysterious puppet on him.”

“Oh?”

This time, not only Cenchov was stunned, but even the masked man was surprised.

“Heavenly Puppet?”

“Ok.”

The storyteller nodded and said, “A celestial puppet that doesn’t look very much like a celestial puppet…”

“and many more.”

The masked man suddenly reached out his hand to interrupt the storyteller, and waited until the eyes of the two people in front of him cast their gazes before he said, “Isn’t the puppet you’re talking about not an adult form?”

“You know?” the storyteller was surprised.

“little boy?”

“right!”

“Bald?”

“Yes!”

“Weak?”

“Not bad… um, can’t be said to be weak, right?”

The storyteller’s excited thoughts calmed down and explained: “It is weaker than the normal Tianji puppet, and only has a fighting consciousness of the first realm, but it is very strange, as if…”

“Like a real person?” The masked man spoke again.

“Well, that’s how it feels!”

The storyteller nodded frantically and said, “If it weren’t for the absence of human vital signs, everyone would have been fooled. If you glanced at it, you would never see that it was an emotionless puppet.”

“Understood.”

The masked man fell silent.

The storyteller raised his brows, glanced at Cenchov, and when he saw that he shrugged, he immediately understood that the old man was also confused.

He could only ask himself, “Do you know my brother?”

“It doesn’t count as acquaintance. I’ve met once… No, both sides, it should be.”

The masked man’s turbid eyes had a hint of memory, and he said slowly:

“The first-generation Tianji puppet, Dao Qiongcang’s self-proclaimed defective product, if I remember correctly, it should have been thrown into the Void Island.”

“At that time, it didn’t seem to be conscious.”

“But when we met for the second time, Lingzhi had already been born, and it seemed that he could grow by himself.”

“It’s strange and dangerous.”

“In the end, it seems that it was destroyed by Baiyi twice in the Void Island.”

The two onlookers were speechless for a while.

Heavenly Puppet, Birth of Wisdom, Secondary Destruction?

“It’s obviously very strong, why don’t you use it?” Cenchov felt wrong, this didn’t seem like a stupid thing that the Holy Temple would do.

“Strong is strong, but there is no upper limit.”

The masked man glanced at him meaningfully, “Things that you can’t really control in your own hands, do you think those people will stay?”

“According to Dao Qiong’s temperament…”

Cenchev was in a hurry.

He definitely didn’t believe that the Dao Great Hall Master, who was addicted to the secret technique, would give up such a good research opportunity.

The masked man chuckled and shook his head, interrupting him.

“The group of people I’m talking about is not the group of people, but the group of people.”

Zenchov froze for a moment.

The storyteller’s pupils shrank, and he seemed to have thought of something.

…

“Which gang?”

Xu Xiaoshou was in the depths of the ground, and was directly dazed by these words.

Listening to the tone of these words, the legendary Taoist Temple Master should have wanted to keep Ah Jie.

But, blocked?

How can it be?

The pinnacle of this world, isn’t it the Holy Spirit Temple, isn’t it its contemporary temple master, Dao Qiongcang?

He, was blocked from research?

“Mama…”

A Jie suddenly murmured.

Xu Xiao was startled, and immediately clenched the stone-shaped iron ball.

“Don’t say anything, they’re not talking about you, don’t be afraid, darling!”

“Mama…”

Ajie’s mood seems a little wrong.

Xu Xiaoshou fully understood.

These secrets, if he hadn’t used the disappearance technique to lurk underground at this moment, he might not even know it.

However, why did A Jie, who should have been destroyed on Void Island, appear in the Tianxuanmen of Tiansang Linggong?

“Old Sang?”

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly thought of such a character.

The masked man said that he had seen A Jie before. Could it be that he went to Void Island with Lao Sang, the second-in-command of the saint slave?

It doesn’t seem right!

If the two really went together, there is no reason why A Jie would appear in such a small place as Tiansang Linggong.

It should have fallen into a large organization such as the Holy Slave and been fully utilized.

and……

“Void Island?”

Xu Xiaoshou thought about it, and suddenly remembered something.

He vaguely remembered Caramel Candy’s words.

Void Island, isn’t that a terrible place that is suspected of sealing a saint?

If nothing else, the different-dimensional space crack here was created by the embarrassed saint, which is the crack leading to Void Island.

some of……

“Ouch I’m going!”

Xu Xiaoshou felt that his mind was going to be messed up.

All of this combined is simply terrifying.

When he didn’t know everything, he still felt that the world was wonderful.

But every time he knew a little bit more and learned more about the secrets, Xu Xiaoshou always felt a sense of panic.

Why does it seem like everything is related to me, Xu Xiaoshou, and it’s all directed at me, Xu Xiaoshou…?

“Mama…”

“Hey, it’s okay, don’t worry, Mama won’t abandon you.”

Xu Xiaoshou heard A Jie’s murmur, and immediately hugged the poor little guy even tighter.

For fear that it could not help but fly out and be exposed, then the thing is…

Big deal!

…

“By the way, there is one more thing that people are more concerned about.” The storyteller hesitated.

“Say.”

“Wen Ming, or the second child’s apprentice?”

The masked man was startled: “How do you know?”

“this……”

The storyteller recalled the scene of being teased in the ancient book space, his face flushed red, and it was difficult to speak.

“This is a long story, so I won’t go into details.”

“People just want to know, where did the second child go when he disappeared?”

The masked man smiled: “You already know the answer, why are you still asking me?”

“So, it’s really…” The storyteller couldn’t believe it, but he couldn’t go on.

Cen Qiaofu laughed and shook his head, recalling Tiansang Linggong Sang Lao’s style of “Dragon Rongjie”.

Tell the truth.

If he hadn’t followed the first one to Naling Palace, it would have been hard for him to imagine that old man Nasang would go to such a corner.

“For that Wen Ming?” Cenchov asked.

Apart from this explanation, it was hard for him to imagine why Old Man Sang would go to such a place.

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“Do not.”

The masked man shook his head.

“Wen Ming is just an accident. Tiansang Ling Palace, the second child doesn’t stay much. This time back, I just want to stop my plan and prevent the famous sword from falling.”

“But it didn’t work.”

The masked man laughed and continued: “More importantly, it is a plan.”

“What plan?” the storyteller asked curiously.

The masked man glanced at the back lightly and said, “It’s done.”

The two looked back at the same time.

The void is nameless, and there is no other existence.

But they all know that in this space, there is a different-dimensional space crack leading to the Void Island.

It is invisible to the naked eye.

“There’s one more thing…”

When the storyteller understood, his eyes rolled, and a look of joy appeared on his face, and then he seemed to be asking for credit and squeezed out a flattering smile, and he was about to say something.

“Wait a minute.”

When the masked man saw this, he knew that it was not a good thing, so he stopped him directly, and turned his head to look in all directions.

Afterwards, he lowered his head and his gaze slid across the ground.

He frowned.

“I always feel like something is wrong…”

“You really only brought a sword here?”

The masked man looked at the storyteller suspiciously.

“What’s the meaning?”

The storyteller glanced at the four swords still floating behind him, and hesitantly said, “Wen Ming, are you really here?”

“It’s not Wenming…”

The masked man curled his hands tightly wrapped in black gloves, twisted his wrists, shook off the discomfort, and said, “But there are more than four swords.”

“What’s the meaning?”

The storyteller and Cenchov spoke at the same time.

The masked man was a little uncertain, and his eyes were hesitant.

“Is it an illusion? I always feel that there is still the breath of a famous sword at the scene…”