I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 598

[Chapter 582 Holy slave, declare war!]

The storyteller’s face was tangled, this should be just his hearing.

Cenchov sighed, showing an expression that was as expected.

The masked man was overwhelmed with emotion, suddenly stunned, reacted, and said with a stern expression: “It’s all for now, you’re still playing tricks with me, aren’t you?”

“What?”

Xu Xiaoshou’s passion was extinguished on the spot.

“Xu Xiaoshou?” The masked man asked back, “Want to fool me? Does this count? You swear by Wen Ming!”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

“My name is Xu…”

“Wen Ming!”

“Oh.”

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless, and said in a sad voice: “Saint slave, I heard that, choose to join…”

“Mmmmmm.”

The masked man nodded with satisfaction, pressed the shoulder of the young man in front of him, and said, “Your token is mine, put it away temporarily, and engrave it for you later when you have time.”

“In theory, I still have some connections on the mainland.”

“Although I don’t know what enemies you will encounter in the future, if there is something that can’t be solved, you can try to take out the token. Maybe the flood washed the Dragon King Temple, and the other party may choose to let you go.”

“Is that so?” Xu Xiaoshou’s eyes lit up and asked, “What about the red and white clothes?”

“The old man advises you not to.”

Cenchov made up for it silently from behind: “You better find a chance to destroy it. If you take it out, you will only die worse.”

The masked man Yile: “Yes, take out the token, and it also depends on the situation.”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

this.

So what’s the use of this token?

Looking at the young man in front of him with a suddenly disgusted expression, the masked man added: “But if it’s really a mortal situation, you can try it.”

“One is a worse death, and the other is maybe to escape, a little more hope, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” Xu Xiaoshou shook his head and silently put away the token.

“Then, you are welcome to join us.”

The masked man let go of his hand, feeling like he had accomplished something important, turned to look at the storyteller, and said, “Introduce me.”

Xu Xiaoshou also tilted his head to look.

He knew that the other party should be introducing himself to the internal situation of the saint slave.

The storyteller pouted, but did not refuse.

“There are a total of ten saint slaves, representing the ten most powerful people, scattered all over the continent, each performing different tasks.”

“They are ranked seventh, that is, the seventh leader of the saint slave.”

The storyteller pointed to the masked man and said, “This is the head of the sage slave, you know, ranked first. The organization of the sage slave was created by him.”

The masked man’s eyes narrowed slightly, and his chest was slightly raised.

The storyteller pointed at Cenchov again, and the latter stood up straight and his aura also straightened.

“This old man… The four masters of the saint slaves are just older, nothing special.”

Cenchov’s face sank immediately, “What do you mean, storyteller?”

“That’s what it means, you just came in earlier than me, it’s no big deal.”

The storyteller pouted: “If people can live you for so many years, their strength must be more than the current level.”

“you!”

Zenchov pulled out his small axe.

“Hey, there’s a newcomer here.” The masked man suddenly stared at him, and then Cenchov put down his hand with a beard and staring eyes.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

“fourth?”

“The fourth is too empty, the one in front…”

He suddenly thought of Lao Sang, “By the way, second-in-command of the saint slave?”

“That’s your master.”

The storyteller took it up and said, “He is second in line. He is also senior, and he has known his brother early.”

“What about strength?”

Xu Xiaoshou felt that there was something wrong with the strength of this organization.

The fourth is too much.

Shouldn’t the top three be stronger?

But when Lao Sang met for the first time, he felt that he was as powerful as the throne!

Even slashing the road is a bit false.

“Strength…”

The storyteller frowned: “This is not easy to say,

These guys haven’t seen each other for a long time, and their strengths are basically fluctuating.

”

“Some have risen, and some have been injured and fallen. It’s very unstable.”

“But you only need to know that your master was more than ten years ago… a dozen years ago, right?”

The storyteller glanced back at the masked man, and when he saw that he was confused, he said to himself, “It wasn’t ten years ago, or decades ago.”

“He is already able to fight Gou Wuyue!”

this……

Although Xu Xiaoshou already had some bottom line in his heart, he was still shocked when Old Man Sang’s true strength was recognized by a strong man in the world.

Gou Wuyue is one of the Seven Sword Immortals.

Sword Immortal is the peak of combat power in Taixu.

Old man Sang, reached this level more than ten years ago?

Then he is in Tiansang Ling Palace…

“he is injured.”

The storyteller knew what Wen Ming was thinking, and said, “Even if you fight with Gou Wuyue, even if you can hurt the other party, the power of the sword fairy is not so easy to bear.”

“After that battle, he directly lost the greatest stronghold of the saint slave in the Central Territory, and even his strength almost fell below the throne.”

“Fortunately, I returned to the prosperous place of the Eastern Region, and it seems that I have found a medicine that can restore the realm, and it has been slowly improving over the years.”

“So that’s the case…” Xu Xiaoshou nodded and asked again, “What about the others?”

He glanced at Cenchov secretly: “If the fourth is too empty, who is the third, and the strength of others…”

“Not much to say about this.”

The masked man interrupted aloud: “Anyway, you just need to know that none of the top ten saint slaves are made of virtual wood, they are real existences.”

“Every time the top spot is placed in a certain place, there will be a great turmoil in that position, for that is the ultimate goal.”

“As for whether we are afraid of other people…”

The masked man paused and seemed to be thinking, and said for a long time: “Let’s put it this way, including the storytellers who are about to break through, almost all of the top ten saint slaves are about to get angry.”

“Get angry?” Xu Xiaoshou was puzzled.

“Ok.”

The masked man nodded his head: “The power of emptiness.”

“hiss.”

This time Xu Xiaoshou was shocked.

Ten, ten are too imaginary?

“This is just the power on the surface.”

The masked man smiled and said, “Secretly, there are still many people who we haven’t been able to contact, but they are all the same as our ultimate goal.”

“They’re waiting, and so are we.”

“Waiting for a suitable opportunity, it is estimated that we can completely break the cage of this world.”

Xu Xiaoshou was speechless, but he couldn’t help but have questions: “What is the ultimate goal?”

“That’s your goal.”

The masked man said: “If you don’t become holy, you will end up being a slave!”

slave?

Xu Xiaoshou felt that the shackles in his mind were suddenly opened, and he seemed to understand something.

In the past, he could always feel the existence of this layer of confinement, but he couldn’t speak, and it was difficult to tell what kind of feeling it was.

but now……

“Saint slave, holy slave, not sanctified, will be a slave in the end?”

“So that’s what it means?”

yes!

Isn’t the fact that you are homeless and run into walls everywhere, that you are not strong enough and can only be a true portrayal of slavery?

Those powerhouses who have smashed their scales and broken their armor in the chess game, even if they look majestic, aren’t they still someone else’s chess piece, a “slave”?

“If you don’t become holy, you will end up being a slave…”

Xu Xiaoshou murmured and asked, “Saint, what is it?”

He thought of the embarrassed saint.

If you are sanctified, can you really be freed from slavery?

The masked man paced with his hands behind his back, his eyes turned slightly upwards, and he looked at the pattering rain in the sky: “Saint means saint.”

“Under the subdivision, it is the realm above Taixu, that is, the semi-sage, and the ten-level holy emperor.”

“When you reach this point, you can count as half of your feet on the top of the world…”

The masked man gave a “hmm” and added, “Really, on top of the world!”

Half a foot… Xu Xiaoshou heard the outside voice of his words, the image of the embarrassed saint flashed in his mind again, and couldn’t help asking: “Then you can really be free when you are sanctified?”

As soon as this sound fell, Cenchov, the storyteller, and even the masked man cast a surprised look.

“how?”

Xu Xiaoshou took a few steps back in fear, “What’s wrong?”

“Being able to ask this question…”

The masked man said thoughtfully, “Have you ever met someone?”

“Who?”

“Where’s your Yan Python, I’ll take a look.” The masked man stretched out his hand.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly hesitated and refused to take it out.

“join member fee?”

It’s too expensive!

The masked man lowered a black line on his forehead for a while: “No! Just take a look.”

“Oh.”

Then Xu Xiaoshou reluctantly took out the famous sword Yan Python.

“It really is…”

The masked man took the famous sword.

The famous sword trembled in an instant, but after he stroked it with a palm, it was completely quiet and made a jubilant sound.

Xu Xiaoshou looked surprised, but didn’t say anything.

Famous swords recognize their masters, and they will always have a sense of exclusion from other people.

But if the person in front of him is really…

“Why does it listen to you?” Xu Xiaoshou still couldn’t hold back his curiosity.

He remembered that when he touched Su Qianqian’s tomb named Chengxue, the sword slipped and flew directly back to the owner’s side, not giving him a chance at all.

The masked man laughed: “Well, the famous sword is also psychic. If you want to make friends with it, it will naturally not object.”

“It’s really that simple?” Xu Xiaoshou was a little suspicious.

“Of course not.”

The masked man smiled and handed the sword back, “But if I really want to make friends with it, will it dare to refuse?”

“…”

Now Xu Xiaoshou was choked to death.

When he took the sword, he could actually feel a relief-like joy from Yan Python.

This sword was in the hands of the masked man just now. Are you nervous?

“There is such a breath.”

The masked man tightened his fingers, looked back at Cenchov and said, “It’s him.”

Zenchov nodded.

Even if he didn’t believe it in his heart, he fully understood at this moment.

The young man in front of him may have more potential than he saw.

The first one can be seen.

The Holy Emperor of the Void Island actually fell in love with this person?

horrible!

“What do you mean, is there a secret that people don’t know?” The storyteller looked at the two of them in front of him, looking at each other with anger.

The masked man did not explain, but looked at Xu Xiaoshou and answered his question just now.

“Sanctification is indeed not necessarily able to break free from the cage.”

“After all, the sky is staring at your eyes all the time, and it is estimated that there are more than one pair.”

Xu Xiaoshou raised his head again and saw the rain curtain.

He already knew that the masked man was not lying.

After all, there is basically no other way of saying that the information bar is “watched”, which is refreshed every once in a while, except that it comes from the rain curtain of the White Cave.

“It’s hard to cry alone, but it’s hard to destroy the mountains.”

The masked man stared at the Nine Heavens Rain Curtain and said earnestly, “There are too many cages that the Du Saint can’t break open, and they won’t be able to close them.”

Xu Xiaoshou felt a little ridiculous.

Semi-sanctuary is already difficult.

In this world, how can there be so many saints for you to find and organize?

Arabian Nights!

But he thought about it again and recalled what the masked man had said.

How many talents are there in the world?

Really everyone can only stop at slashing the Tao, too empty?

more than this.

Why is the Taoist Temple Master of the Holy Temple Hall able to surpass the world with a mere half-sage?

Holy Emperor, isn’t he the pinnacle of combat power in this world?

Xu Xiaoshou, who had already understood the situation of some of the peak powerhouses in the Holy Spirit Continent, had doubts about this statement for the first time.

Either the sky is more than a half-holy realm.

Or, the metaphor of caramel candy at that time is not a metaphor!

“I have one more question, the last one.” Seeing the masked man’s expression, Xu Xiaoshou spoke up again.

“Say.”

The masked man looked away from the Nine Heavens Rain Curtain, he really didn’t want to say any more.

But the last word…

Well, let’s answer it again!

Xu Xiaoshou was holding the Yan Python in his hands, and after Su Qianqian was captured by the sword, he seemed to have grown up overnight, and he didn’t know how to speak for a while.

“What’s the problem?” The masked man turned around.

“sword.”

Xu Xiaoshou paused for a moment, then asked firmly: “If you are a famous sword, why do you want to… take it away?”

“Famous sword?”

The masked man looked at the Yan Python in his hand, wondering why.

“The name of the tomb is snow in the city!” Xu Xiaoshou regarded death as if at home.

“Oh, you said it…”

The masked man was happy and said, “Like you, I can’t stand the sword holder. After all, I want to donate the famous sword. It just so happens that I need this strength.”

“Still that sentence, instead of falling into someone else’s hands, it’s better to leave it in my hands for the time being, understand?”

temporary……

Is it really so?

Xu Xiaoshou thought of Su Qianqian’s pain, and looked at the masked man who didn’t seem to be in a bad mood to talk, and then asked, “Why, you want to kill everyone in the Su family?”

This time, the storyteller and Cenchov raised their brows at the same time.

After Xu Xiaoshou finished the question, he felt that the atmosphere was not right, and with a step back, he blocked Yan Python in front of his chest.

“Ah.”

The masked man laughed and didn’t care at all.

“kill?”

“No, not to mention that I didn’t kill everyone, just a few guys who dared to attack me.”

“Just at that level, it can’t be called ‘kill’, such a serious word.”

“Well.” Xu Xiaoshou’s tone was sinking, but his expression was a questioning expression.

He didn’t say much, quietly waiting for the masked man’s next words.

“I don’t actually like killing people.” The masked man spread his hands.

He didn’t really want to explain.

But it is estimated that if the little swordsman in Tiansang Linggong also knew this, it would be the knot in his heart, so he had to say it.

“Do you know what the greatest honor is for a true swordsman?”

Xu Xiaoshou shook his head.

The masked man continued, “The greatest honor is to die under my sword.”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

“not lying to you.”

The masked man looked at him and said seriously: “They choose to defend, I choose to fulfill, if you want to understand it as killing, that’s okay, after all, that’s the truth.”

“Of course, I’m telling you this now, and it’s impossible for you to understand.”

“When you can fully understand, that is when you truly master the profound meaning of kendo. At that time, I welcome you to ‘complete’ me…”

“If you dare to attack me.”

There was a relieved smile in the masked man’s eyes, showing some respect and appreciation for his opponent at that time.

“This question, I can only explain so much.”

“If you really want to fully understand the situation, maybe, go to Su’s house in person and you may understand.”

Xu Xiaoshou was silent.

He really couldn’t understand.

He clearly wanted to capture the sword, and he killed all the high-level members of the sword-wielding family, so he could say it so grandly.

However, after thinking about it, several times in the fight with the saint slave.

The most shouted sentence by the other party seems to be “Don’t hurt people”…

Looking at the awe-inspiring integrity of the masked man, it doesn’t seem like he is lying.

“Are you sure you’re not making things up?” Xu Xiaoshou asked.

“Sure.” The masked man replied.

“You said yes.”

“Huh?” The masked man raised his eyebrows.

The storyteller also twitched the corners of his mouth.

The tone of the command made him almost unable to hold back his shot.

The masked man did not say “yes”.

“When you really have the strength to verify whether what I said is true or not, I may answer your tone like this.”

“but now……”

The masked man smiled with cloudy eyes, but his voice was very serious: “No one in this world dares to order me like this.”

Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill in his heart.

He really just got used to it unconsciously, and wanted to pass the masked man’s words, and let the information bar verify it.

Can be fruitless.

That’s it.

Check it out!

Seriously die, kill and respect, the glory of sword repair…

Xu Xiaoshou felt very funny.

But these words came out of the masked mouth, and there was an illusion that it was like this.

He couldn’t tell whether the man was confident or just speaking for himself.

But obviously, by now, he was already in the maelstrom of saint slaves.

Just one Su Qianqian, just such a small obsession, can’t shake the overall situation at all.

“Is the Su family…”

Xu Xiaoshou murmured softly to himself without further investigation.

He is a saint.

But you still have to see your own way, no matter how fancy the other party is.

Indeed, to put it bluntly, this is just a “choice”.

And under this choice, if you can give yourself more time.

Xu Xiaoshou believed that in the not too distant future, even the saint slave wanted to frame himself in a cage. At that time, he probably wouldn’t be able to frame himself.

“All I need is time.”

“Time will also prove everything, whether you are the masked man, the head of the saint slave, or… the eighth sword fairy?”

Relieve.

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes to look at the sky.

“What’s the next step, how to go?”

The masked man turned around and stepped out, and the storyteller and Cenchov immediately followed.

“Use your feet.”

click.

The masked man’s raised foot gently stepped on the ground, and the four swords behind him trembled suddenly, and they flew over again.

“go back.”

He tilted his head slightly.

The ferocious sword froze on the spot and stopped in front of Xu Xiaoshou.

“this……”

Xu Xiaoshou opened his hands, some thought, but some didn’t dare.

“Hold it, when you can get the owner of this sword, then you are qualified to ask me questions.”

“Oh.”

Xu Xiaoshou grasped it.

Fierce Sword did not resist, and became quiet again, as if…

The anger has been vented.

Xu Xiaoshou wanted to follow in the footsteps of the three, but the information bar jumped again.

“Watched, passive value, +1.”

“Doesn’t matter, he?”

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the sky: “If this is a pair of eyes, can he hear what we just said?”

“If you can see, you naturally have the ability to hear.” The masked man didn’t turn his head.

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly woke up and was a little scared.

“Then what are you talking about?”

He turned his head and looked at the storyteller: “So we are actually in the ancient book space. UU Reading www.sonicmtl.com ‘His’ sight is blocked by you?”

“No.” The storyteller shook his head, “We have always been in the White Cave World.”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

This perverted man really made him lose sight of reality and fantasy.

“But, is it okay to be heard?”

Xu Xiaoshou was very panicked, what the masked man just said was a great secret!

About ten are too empty…

If the wind spreads to the Holy Spirit Continent, it is estimated that the whole world will be turbulent, right?

If the white clothes and the red clothes come out together, the Holy Spirit Temple has also made up its mind to encircle and suppress the saint slaves.

If you choose to join at this time, isn’t it self-defeating?

“No problem.”

The masked man waved his hand nonchalantly, step by step, slowly and firmly marching forward with a crimson head.

“After the White Cave is over, it’s natural to go out.”

“What are you doing here, waiting to die of old age?”

“And outside, you should know that there is a large wave of people waiting for us.”

“The words just now were not just for you to hear.”

“Huh?” Xu Xiaoshou’s raised foot stopped.

The masked man’s relaxed and freehand voice floated from the front.

“It was also told to Gou Wuyue.”

Snap it.

Xu Xiaoshou’s foot fell heavily on the ground, but it was difficult to lift it up again.

He looked up at the rain curtain above the nine days in astonishment, still unmoved, with a complicated expression, not knowing what expression to squeeze out.

on purpose?

declare war?

Looking at the white cave world that is on the verge of being broken, except for the vigil that is still struggling to support, the building is empty.

The words of the masked man were really meant for Gou Wuyue.

That……

“Holy God Continent, it’s really uneasy!”