I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 636

[Chapter 618 Returning today, I will slaughter Baiyi 700!]

“I have a passive skill ()”!

Bang!

Demonic blast.

When the space crack closed, Xu Xiaoshou, who was holding the straw hat with one hand, could vaguely see Sang Lao, who couldn’t hold an arrow, and the arrow pierced through it instantly, and was then enveloped by endless demonic energy.

That arrow can break open the body that is not forged.

But facing Lao Sang, he failed to completely explode his body.

However, the arrow of the evil sin bow, the scary thing is not the impact of the explosive form, but the demonization.

A low snort.

The rift in space closes.

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t see what happened next.

He completely froze himself with three days of freezing tribulation to prevent the body from being completely shattered by the spatial fragmentation.

A red light flashed before his eyes.

“Little guy…” The

storyteller appeared, holding the ice sculpture with one hand.

At this time, even he had a hard time joking.

They retreated silently, and the two broke away from the space fragmentation, cut in from the other side of the void, and stayed away from the battlefield.

As for the second child…

The storyteller did not choose to come back.

With his ability, it is the past, and it is also death.

After all, even Gou Wuyue, who was shot in the head with a punch, couldn’t easily die.

He couldn’t stand it because it was too empty, and he could only protect himself.

Not to mention the Sword Immortal in Taixu!

” Hurry up

!”

“Keep up, keep up.”

“The sword world has been broken, and the battle is bound to end,

At this time, our role will come out, and it is essential to clean up the mess, but it cannot be delayed.

”

“Damn, I didn’t expect the second-in-command of Saint Slave to appear. I don’t know what the final battle with Senior Wuyue will be…”

“Fart!”

”

“You still have to think about it, it must be Senior Wuyue’s complete defeat of the saint slave, and there are other endings?”

”

You know, that’s one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the world, the two masters of the Holy Spirit Temple… eh?”

”

A group of white clothes rushed to the battlefield one after another.

In the voices and discussions, there is no regret for not being able to watch the battle with your own eyes.

After all, it was a battle of emptiness.

Even if it was cut off, I tried to get some insights from it, so that if there is any follow-up. In the slightest possibility, I can better advance myself and step into the legendary realm.

However, amidst the roaring words, when I arrived at the battlefield, everyone was so shocked that they were speechless. In the

distance In the shattered mountain, a headless corpse slowly floated into the air.

Everyone looked away,

but saw that the headless corpse was in ragged clothes, and its body was red. But

between the ragged clothes and the sleeves, a faint blue tinge could be seen. In

the audience, there are people wearing blue clothes, but only Wuyue Jianxian!

“This…”

Everyone was horrified.

Wuyue Jianxian was shot in the head?

“My God, this is the Holy Spirit .”

The damage done by the second-hand slave?

”

These several hills, these ruins and ruins, here… what happened?”

”

“Senior Wuyue, is he still alive?”

”

No. 33 grabbed the unconscious Cenchov with one hand and stared at the blue-clothed figure floating in the air in disbelief.

He could smell a touch of life from it.

But if he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he couldn’t believe that Senior Wuyue would be hit so hard!

That second-in-command of the saint slave is really so powerful?

“Whoosh!”

In a flash, he immediately appeared beside the headless body.

“Senior Wuyue?”

“I…no problem.” Gou Wuyue stretched out her hand and stopped him from stepping forward to help.

No. 33 looked at the broken body whose head and neck were missing.

It’s okay…

he was silent for a while.

“Look!” In the

white clothes, there were a few more noises.

Everyone looked sideways, and saw that between the black holes in the sky, a group of black holes, but a force completely different from the power of the black holes, was surging in the air.

“Magic?”

Everyone was surprised.

This demonic energy doesn’t look like a ferocious demonic energy with four swords. It is more like a demonic energy that explodes after the inner emotions and six desires are detonated at the same time.

“Who?” The

magic mist enveloped him, and no one could see his appearance.

But according to the judgment, this person is inseparable from ten, so it should be the other side of the war – the second-in-command of the saint slave, sleeveless!

“The arrow of the evil sin bow?” In the

white clothes, the experienced ones have already seen something.

At that time, the arrow that pierced through the void was not only seen by those in the battle situation in the Eighth Palace.

In the entire Eastern Region, almost everyone whose cultivation base has reached the throne or above can have a glimpse of that terrifying power.

Now, Wu Xiu’s ending is nothing more than an arrow of love for the common people.

“So, Senior Wuyue alone can’t take down the Slave Sleeveless at all, and he needs the help of Lord Cangsheng to shoot an arrow to completely take down the person?”

Immediately, Bai Yi began to make up his mind.

At the scene, they couldn’t bear to think too much.

“Shut up!”

No. 33 immediately yelled.

These people think that they have lived too long. Senior Wuyue just got a headshot, but he hasn’t completely lost his consciousness!

When the men in white and the others were shocked, they seemed to realize that they had made some blunders, and they all chose to keep their mouths shut.

The power of cyan is entangled.

Gou Wuyue’s head grew slowly, and after a short pause for half an hour, his head was completely straight.

“Xiao Shi Tan Ji…”

With a low voice, Gou Wuyue’s eyes were filled with misgivings, not knowing what she was thinking.

With a backhand shake, the boundary was released, and Yu Zhiwen appeared beside him.

Thirty-three was surprised.

This woman may have never been seen before, but his knowledge base has this person’s information stored.

“Miss Zhiwen.”

With a slight bow, No. 33’s voice was a little more respectful.

Yu Zhiwen didn’t pay attention at all, as soon as he appeared, he looked at Gou Wuyue eagerly.

“Where’s Xu Xiaoshou?”

“Xu Xiaoshou?” Gou Wuyue was slightly startled.

“Golden giant!” Yu Zhiwen Xingtong was full of worry.

Gou Wuyue suddenly understood.

Xiao Shi Tan Ji…

It really wasn’t his real name.

Could that Xu Xiaoshou be a false name for the young man?

“You and him are very familiar?”

Gou Wuyue asked softly.

His sight caught sight of Sang Qiye who was still screaming and struggling in the void.

Lost consciousness, the second-in-command of the saint slave who only had violent desires, even if his head has not recovered, the “man is the sword” can hold it in place, so that it can’t be shot indiscriminately.

“Cooked!”

Yu Zhiwen nodded solemnly, and also turned to look.

He knew that Ai Cangsheng’s arrow was aimed at Xu Xiaoshou.

Although I don’t know the reason, but judging from the results…

“He, he…” Yu

Zhiwen

pointed at the magic fog, his voice trembling, “Is the arrow hit?”

what.

He stepped back silently, and his figure disappeared.

The next content is obviously not for him to listen to.

“It’s not him.”

Gou Wuyue shook his head: “It was his master, Sang Qiye, who was hit by the arrow, and the Xu Xiaoshou you said… is gone.”

Yu Zhiwen’s expression froze.

Immediately, like a sigh of relief, the voice soothed.

“Here?”

She seemed to mutter to herself, repeating unconsciously.

Seeing her reaction, Gou Wuyue lifted the corners of her lips, took a step forward, and asked, “You know each other very well, what’s the matter?”

“I…” Yu Zhiwen

suddenly heard the outside voice, and his ears were all over the place. famous.

“No, Senior Wuyue.”

“It’s not what you think. I met him in the White Cave. This person is very powerful. I just want… to draw him into the Holy Spirit Temple.”

“It’s just.”

Gou Wuyue smiled lightly: “It’s just?”

“Well.”

Yu Zhiwen’s eyes twitched and he looked away.

She saw a group of white clothes and realized that at this moment, she had already left the White Cave and was in the Eighth Palace.

That is to say, the battle between them is likely to be over.

What I encountered just now was just a picture at the end.

“Xu Xiaoshou…”

Gou Wuyue muttered to herself, without investigating the relationship between the two too much.

In other words, the focus of the young generation of the saint slave, at this moment, has suppressed his pure curiosity about the private affairs of the saint in front of him.

“You said that you met him in the sage slaves, do you know it well?”

“Well.”

“How deep?”

Gou Wuyue paused and added: “You said you want to People are drawn into the Hall of the Holy Spirit, why?”

Yu Zhiwen’s mind flashed Xu Xiaoshou’s inexorable appearance, a little anxious.

“This person is very powerful, whether it’s potential, strategy, skills…”

“He’s different from everyone I’ve met.”

Yu Zhiwen turned his head, looked at Gou Wuyue fixedly, and emphasized. : “Among all the young people I have met at the headquarters.” After

a pause, she concluded.

“He is very strong. In time, he will definitely be able to reach the height of the senior. He must be drawn into the Holy Spirit Temple and into the headquarters.”

“Because he is currently in a decision period. If one is not good, it is very likely…”

Seeing Gou Wuyue’s sudden contemplative expression, Yu Zhiwen’s voice froze.

“senior?”

My height… Gou Wuyue ignored it and looked straight at the mid-air demonic fog.

Xu Xiaoshou’s performance under the arrow of Ai Cangsheng really amazed him.

And this person is not only a disciple of Sang Qiye, but also a training object of the eight masters.

Yu knew what Wen said, and Gou Wuyue never took it lightly.

He even felt that with such help, Ru Ruozhen had grown up for that young man.

“Maybe it’s not just my height…”

Gou Wuyue didn’t express her thoughts as she pondered in her heart.

He looked at Yu Zhiwen and sighed: “Xiaoyu, you know a lot about that young man, but you seem to have forgotten something.”

“Huh?”

Yu Zhiwen’s lips were red, a little confused.

“I said it.”

Gou Wuyue pointed at the demonic air mass, “He, Xu Xiaoshou’s master!”

“?”

Yu Zhiwen couldn’t react for a while.

Gou Wuyue sighed: “Don’t you still know that your so-called Xu Xiaoshou has completely joined the saint slave?

”

Yu Zhiwen’s heart shrank.

When she reacted, her face instantly turned pale.

Stiffly, he cast his gaze on the demonic air mass again, and Yu Zhiwen suddenly woke up.

Yes.

This is the second-in-command of the saint slave, sleeveless.

That is to say, this is the vice president of Tiansang Ling Palace, Sang Lao.

Xu Xiaoshou’s master… In

other words, is he really a saint slave?

At that time, the conclusion that was reasoned in the White Cave, but was directly denied from the heart, popped into my mind.

Yu Zhiwen was speechless for a while.

Powerless to return to heaven…

This is the true feeling in her heart at this moment.

“It turns out that all of this was already doomed?”

…

“Alas.”

As someone who came here, how could Gou Wuyue not see through the little Jiujiu in the girl in front of her, other than righteousness?

But the positions are different, the camps are different.

Some people, some fates, are doomed and cannot be changed.

He didn’t say much, nor did he persuade.

As the saintess of the Holy Spirit Temple, Yu Zhiwen has the highest awareness of the Holy Spirit Temple, and this external emotion can’t affect the persistence in his heart at all.

He sighed and walked towards the magic air mass.

The endgame should also end…

“Sword.” A

hand move.

The voice of the famous sword Nulan “keng” rose from the ground and went straight into the palm of his hand.

Gou Wuyue raised the famous sword high.

“All…”

The white-clothed people waited solemnly.

Even No. 33 straightened up.

But Gou Wuyue hasn’t ordered yet.

Suddenly, an illusory pink and white Begonia flower quietly bloomed under the magic air mass of the void.

“Shushuashua!”

In an instant, many white clothes looked sideways.

The begonia flower was closed from the bottom, as if to quietly take away the people in the field.

“You dare?!”

Gou Wuyue’s heart trembled.

One thing he really didn’t expect was that Haitang’er, who had already escaped from birth, how dared to go and return?

With an angry shout, the famous sword turned into a cyan light stream and let it go out. When the Begonia flower was about to close, it pierced it completely with a bang, and it exploded to fester.

Gou Wuyue’s heart was hanging high and she couldn’t let go.

As soon as he stepped up, he jumped to Sang Qiye’s side.

With one move of the sleeve robe, he immediately recovered it.

After doing all this, he was startled to realize that he was already in a cold sweat.

Indeed, this wave of saint slaves came and went, and at the time when everyone was most comfortable and lazy, even he, Gou Wuyue, was almost inattentive, and people succeeded.

“Fortunately.”

“Fortunately, Sang Qiye couldn’t resist…”

Gou Wuyue’s heart of happiness had not yet fully bloomed, and suddenly her thoughts froze, and she realized that something was wrong.

If Haitanger goes and returns, what about the eight statues?

Eight Zun Ruo also returned, how could he not be able to steal Sang Qiye when he was in a trance?

With a chill down her back, Gou Wuyue’s pupils shrank, already thinking of something.

He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of No. 33.

“Yo.”

A boo sounded.

“It’s a little dull, is it old, Gou Wuyue?”

Ba Zun understood the tone of ridicule, but in his turbid eyes, it was full of cold killing intent.

With this sound, the temperature of the audience suddenly dropped.

“The Eighth Sword Immortal?”

“The Eighth Master!”

Bai Yi exclaimed, full of astonishment.

At this time, no one could have imagined that the legendary man would actually dare to go and return!

“Eight Zunya…”

No. 33 felt that his entire body was a little stiff.

Through the shocking eyes of many white clothes, even if he has no spiritual sense, he can still think of who the person standing behind him is from the direction of everyone’s gaze.

“Death!”

With Cen Qiaofu still in his hand, No. 33 didn’t dare to neglect at all, and he slammed a punch with his backhand.

“No—”

Gou Wuyue shouted.

But it’s too late.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

No. 33 did not dare to expose his back to the man who was only spread in legends.

When he turned over and retreated, a violent punch was about to hit him on the head.

“Om~”

Void air swayed.

Time seems to be completely slow at this moment.

In the corner of No. 33’s eyes, he could see Senior Wuyue’s anxious expression accompanied by exclamations, and the worried expressions and actions of his white-clothed companions.

And the person in front of him…

the eight statues are smiling.

The fist is close to the door, and he is only a slight sideways glance.

“Hey!”

No. 33 felt that something sharp was being born in his arm, and then saw his right arm fly away, completely separated from his body.

“This…”

My heart trembled.

Subconsciously, No. 33 was a kick, and a knee hit the top.

However, the action is still extremely slow, and even one ten thousandth of the turtle’s speed can’t be reached!

Ba Zungan was still smiling.

He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes.

The same tingling sensation was born in the knee.

“Hey!” The

broken leg emptied and slowly escaped.

Thirty-three still wants to struggle and resist.

“Alas.”

Ba Zunji sighed and stepped forward, stepping on the front of Begonia Flower.

boom!

Everyone in the audience felt that time and space were slow to restore order.

But No. 33 in front of him was chopped into pieces and exploded in the interlacing of endless sword thoughts.

A golden energy nucleus was smashed and flew out.

Everyone wanted to support, but they felt that the flow of time in the world was slowing down again.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Ba Zungan holding the small dead branch on his hand, gently poking and twisting the energy core.

“Crack!” The

energy core shattered.

Time and space restore order.

Gou Wuyue’s footsteps were worthy of mention, and Bai Yi’s heartbeat just shrank.

However.

Thirty-three, gone!

“Bang bang bang…”

The parts of the Tianji puppet smashed to the ground, thumping.

Cen Qiaofu fell to the ground and was engulfed by the begonia flower.

Everyone looked at the man standing on the top of the petals, and was silent for a while.

He clearly only has the acquired cultivation base…

He was obviously so hesitant before, so he didn’t dare to take action at all… But

why…

“Cough.”

Eight Zun understands a light cough interrupting everyone’s thoughts, and the color in his eyes is completely different from that time.

When everyone saw it, they only felt their eyes sting and their souls were cold.

The cold killing intent was completely different from the previous one.

“I didn’t want to kill…”

Ba Zunyan murmured, UU reading www.sonicmtl.com slowly tapped the dead branches on the palm of his hand, and then looked around, there was no pity in his eyes, and the conversation changed.

“Sang Qiye, you can take it away, anyway, I won’t be able to relieve the demonic energy of love.” The

voice paused.

He raised his chest slightly, breathed through the sky, and his words became a little more sullen, calming all directions.

“But when I return now, I will slaughter Baiyi seven hundred and practice it for my friend!”

“You can take people away… But if my friend dies, I will kill the temple and smash the osmanthus all over the mountains. !”

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