I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 641
[Chapter 621 God and Demon Eyes, Do You Know?]
“I have a passive skill ()”!
“Those who hold the sword have no spirit in their hearts, and no Buddha in their hearts…”
“A sword is supreme, those who refuse to obey will be killed, those who disobey…”
“Where the Tao is, the heart yearns for it, the body is higher than a sword, and it is higher than the sky… …”
Gou Wuyue staggered a few steps, watching the figure of the eight statues walking away slowly, the picture of the two getting acquainted on the eve of the battle of the ten statues appeared in his mind.
At that time, Moonless Sword Immortal was famous all over the world.
The title of the Eighth Sword Immortal has even gained a great reputation in the Central Territory.
The two cherished each other, Gou Wuyue asked what a sword was, and the eight masters knew a few words before giving their own answers.
It is true that there is no god and Buddha in the heart, and the sword is naturally god.
Swordsmen who pursue the peak have never had so-called beliefs, or their beliefs are just swords, just themselves.
Once there is something hanging on the head, the way of the sword will be blocked inexplicably.
Gou Wuyue understood this truth.
This is also what the eight statues at that time were familiar with.
And now, after decades of not seeing each other, the two sides parted ways.
One person became the head of the holy slave, and the other became the master of the Holy Spirit Temple.
It seems that people have their own aspirations and go their separate ways.
But if you take a closer look, the eight statues are still the same eight statues of the year, the sky is one foot high, and the eight statues are the first of the saint slaves.
Along the way, even if he loses under the sword of Hua Changdeng, there is still nothing that can hang above his head.
But what about yourself?
The golden Buddha light dissipated, leaving only hundreds of floating corpses in the field, blood flowing into rivers.
Gou Wuyue looked up at the sky, and he saw the sky that had already been shattered under the sword of the eight gods.
But behind the sky, there is a majestic holy mountain hanging over his head.
– Guizhe Holy Mountain!
There is nothing on the head of the eight Zungan.
There is far more than one person on his head.
“Bow down and be frightened? My Daotian is too low…”
Gou Wuyue murmured, her eyes a little sloppy.
He suddenly understood why Ba Zunji shook his head frequently, and always kept a noncommittal attitude towards his repeated questions.
On the other side’s slightly curved back, there is the entire sky, the suppression of the avenue, and the drooping eyes of the saint.
Even so, he still dared to say the sentence “I bow in sincerity and fear, I am too low”.
This also shows that even if Hua Changdeng’s three swords cut off two fingers and cut off his head, he still did not take it to heart.
It is even said that after so many years of suppression by the prohibition of arms, all parties are coerced and encircled.
The eight saint slaves who knew how to lead also did not take it to heart at all, and even had a sloppy attitude of dismissing it and leaving it in vain.
He is not afraid!
But what about yourself?
Gou Wuyue lowered her eyes and saw the voice of the famous sword Nulan on the ground.
“Perhaps, he is right?”
Gou Wuyue suddenly sobered up between the rhetorical questions.
He made a move, and the famous sword started with a bang, and then shouted loudly to the distant back: “Ba Zunyan, do you know the final consequences of fighting against those people?!” A
click.
Eight Zunyan stopped, and he did not turn his head.
“Why don’t you know?” The
dead branches were broken.
Under the slashing of the Great Buddha, how much strength can a mere dilapidated branch and tree withstand?
Hand is empty.
The eight masters rubbed the concave scar on the thumb and smiled lightly.
“But so what?”
“Opposition… After those three swords, it has already begun. Even if they don’t come to me, I will go to them one day.”
“At that time, if you haven’t woken up yet, The soul of the dead under my sword will have one more life for you.”
Silence.
Gou Wuyue returned with a slap in the face, his question was like a stone sinking into the sea, and what he got was a slightly startled ripple.
Too.
If that person’s ambition is still there, if he has never been killed by Hua Changdeng’s three swords.
Shouldn’t this answer be a reasonable answer?
Or maybe, what happened here is really just a signal.
After all, although the movement was big, what the eight statues were familiar with were only dead branches picked up from the ground.
And what he prepared was something that even the Eighth Sword Immortal in the past would take decades to accumulate strength.
Hidden swords for many years, when the real sword light is born, how bright will it be?
Gou Wuyue watched as she walked away step by step, and suddenly remembered something.
He sometimes envies such a person.
But people are in the game and can’t help themselves.
Even Jianxian and Taixu can only look at the scenery outside the cage with envy.
“Freedom, who doesn’t yearn for it?”
whispered, looking back at the corpses everywhere, even Gou Wuyue couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth.
Arrest a mulberry seven leaves and die in white clothes for seven hundred.
This is also because of the demonic energy of the arrow of love for the common people, the reason why the eight statues are still incomprehensible.
Otherwise, it is very likely that this battle will really achieve nothing.
Gou Wuyue was helpless when she thought back to the holy power that was fleeting at the last moment.
“Fengjian is old, and the old self is sanctified.”
“I don’t know how long it will take to break through to the innate in the middle, and then return to the original one…”
He threw his sleeves and a figure appeared.
As soon as Yu Zhiwen Fu landed, he was frightened by the headless corpses all over the floor.
“This!?”
“Don’t ask.”
“Huh?”
“That’s what you see.”
“?”
“Let’s go, it’s time to change.” He
laughed at himself, “This time, should I receive the reward or the punishment… um, lead…”
He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yu Zhiwen quickly followed in his footsteps.
Gou Wuyue stopped suddenly, turned around and said, “After you go back, tell me everything you know about that Xiao Shi… Xu Xiaoshou.”
Yu Zhiwen was startled.
After a long time, his eyes rolled and Xingtong blinked.
“Okay.”
…In the
space crack.
“This is the Great Buddha Slash?”
Behind the storyteller in the red skirt, Xu Xiaoshou, who was a cat waist, suddenly stuck his head out.
After being thrown away by Lao Sang, he was rescued by the storyteller, and the two should have left at the same time.
But as soon as the situation turned, the eight Zunyan appeared, and the storyteller could no longer turn a deaf ear.
Adhering to the same thought as Haitang’er, if it really comes to a crisis moment, even if you die, you will have to replace the eight gods.
But who would have thought that the scene of hundreds of giant Buddha statues ascending to the sky and slashing them with a sword ended everyone’s sorrow.
The eight masters are still the same eight masters.
The Eighth Sword Immortal has never changed.
“This is too strong…” The
storyteller murmured, not even hearing Xu Xiaoshou’s question, his eyes were full of twinkling stars, and the love in his eyes almost overflowed.
“This way.”
Xu Xiaoshou pointed to the mirror in front of him.
In the picture, after the eight statues of Feikong escaped from Gou Wuyue’s line of sight, their bodies began to tremble, and their hands and feet were obviously weak.
Immediately after a few violent coughs, the blood carried the fragments of the five internal organs, and almost coughed up the lungs.
“Brother!” The
storyteller immediately thought of the sequelae of his brother’s actions, but his figure had not moved, and a begonia flower was in full bloom under the feet of the eight masters.
Under the closure, the whole person disappears.
“Tsk tsk, you are one step behind, your giegie has been robbed~”
Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head, his tone teasing.
The storyteller glared at him angrily, without talking nonsense, and with a direct move, the two of them were converted at the speed of light in the space crack.
The swishing Void Turbulence Blade quickly disappeared.
Xu Xiaoshou felt that in just a few breaths, the person returned to the ground and sensed the familiar Dao Qi machine.
“What kind of ability do you have?”
He was curious.
If it is said that this is space, it does not look like it.
After all, Xu Xiaoshou had seen Ye Xiaotian’s power of space.
But it’s not a space attribute…
When Xu Xiaoshou thought of the ancient book space of the man in the red skirt, and the avenues and scenes that could be completely reproduced, it made no sense at all.
“The world in the mirror.” The
storyteller seems to have really regarded Xu Xiaoshou as his own person, and he is not ambiguous, and explained:
“The ability of others is just a mirror replica, but ‘life and death of yin and yang?’ and even treasure, with cooperation , it can use the power similar to space.”
“Understood?”
Xu Xiaoshou nodded.
Now he understands.
It turns out that the ancient book space is the power of “Yin and Yang life and death?”, but the mirror world of Lingrongze, Lijian Grassland, etc., was re-engraved by the storyteller himself.
Think about it this way.
Even if it is not space, such an ability is really terrifying!
“Mirror surface re-engraving…”
Xu Xiaoshou felt that there was nothing simple for a saint slave.
The abilities and treasures it possesses enable each of these people to be on their own.
To put it bluntly, maybe it is,
if it is not such an excellent ability, how can it be recognized by the eighth sword fairy and become one of the nine holy slaves?
While thinking about it, the ground suddenly wriggled.
Afterwards, a Begonia flower bloomed, and Begonia’er appeared with the eight figures on his back, whose face was so weak and bloodless.
“What about Sang Lao, how do you say?”
Xu Xiaoshou didn’t delay for a minute, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.
Although he had been on the sidelines, he could see clearly that Cen Qiaofu was brought out by Ba Zunge, and Lao Sang was still on Gou Wuyue’s body.
“The second child is out of play.”
Ba Zunjun seemed to be unable to utter a single sentence, his lips twitched a few times, and Haitang’er spoke for him.
“Ai Cangsheng’s ‘Evil Sin Bow’ is one of the nine supreme artifacts in the beginning of chaos. In terms of ranking, it can be as famous as the ‘You Four Swords’.”
“And Ai Cangsheng shoots that one with half-holy power. Arrow, it is fortunate that the second child is not dead, not to mention the devilish energy, no one can solve it!”
“Neither can he?” Xu Xiaoshou pointed at the wilted eight statues.
“He really can’t.” Haitang’er was serious.
“Cough cough cough…Pfft!”
Ba Zunge seemed to be struggling to refute, but after coughing violently, a mouthful of blood was sprayed directly behind Haitang’er’s ear.
“Cursed, passive value, +1.”
“…”
After a few moments of silence, they seemed to understand something.
“Leave first!” The
storyteller waved his hand first, indicating that this place is not a good place to talk.
Several people nodded at the same time, the begonia flowers bloomed again, and the silhouette disappeared.
The war is over.
There is only bitterness in the sky, and scars are everywhere.
Even the heavens and the earth were shattered, even at one of these times, the setting sun should be like blood, and the west wind would wither.
now.
Without him, only quiet.
…
Pap pah…
Under the moonlight, between the caves.
The fires were piled high and the firewood crackled.
Xu Xiaoshou controlled Bai Yan with one hand, heating the barbecue for everyone, while using his “perception” to peep at the people sitting around him.
Eight Zungan, Haitang’er, Storyteller…
The two great peak slashers, plus the eight Zungan who can slash the white clothes with a sword and defeat the Moonless Sword Immortal.
Never even for a moment, Xu Xiaoshou dared to imagine that he could be with such a big guy.
Even in a dream, he dared not do it like this.
“The world is impermanent, I’m afraid it’s just this time!”
In front of him were the three giants, and sitting beside him were the awakened Lei Shuangxing, Lorelei, and his own junior sister, Mu Zixi.
These guys are much more interesting.
Luo Leilei made no secret of it, staring at Xu Xiaoshou with big eyes, with amusing, teasing, and cunning trying to make fun of him.
But with seniors there, she didn’t dare to talk nonsense.
And the tears double, this guy has disappeared since he was kicked to death by the bloody tauren incarnated by Xin Gugu.
Apparently, the storyteller saved his life.
After a short rest, this moment can be regarded as a half-blood resurrection.
The grayish-white face was shimmering and flickering by the bonfire, and the direction of its tilted head was just facing Mu Zixi.
Mu Zixi only carefully glanced at this ugly face, but did not dare to look at it any more, and shrank to Xu Xiaoshou’s side.
She was also rescued by the storyteller after being thrown into the spatial stream by Lao Sang.
At this moment, sitting facing the two lines of tears, I felt like sitting on pins and needles.
“Xu Xiaoshou, what has he been looking at me for?”
Mu Zixi simply moved her buttocks, using Xu Xiaoshou as a shield.
Xu Xiaoshou, who was focusing on the game in his hands and using spirit medicine as seasoning, was showing off his “cooking mastery” skills
. As soon as they came out, everyone looked sideways.
Obviously Mu Zixi had a sound transmission, and Xu Xiaoshou was very suave.
Or to put it another way, he is not familiar with the spiritual skill of sound transmission.
Xie Shuangxing seemed to be stunned for a moment, and his lips and teeth twitched: “I’m blind.”
Xu Xiaoshou froze, frowned, and suddenly turned his head in annoyance, and slapped Mu Zixi’s head hard.
“People are… uh, why are you looking at you? Besides, what are you doing, do you have any opinions?”
Mu Zixi held her head and wanted to speak. Can’t say anything.
“Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1…” The
scene was quiet again.
Xu Xiaoshou watched and sat for so long, several big bosses hadn’t spoken yet, he simply turned his head to look at Lei Shuangxing.
Ever since he hit Tiansang Linggong, he has been very curious about this guy.
Afterwards, Mu Zixi opened her eyes, and the black and white pupils were exactly the same as the two lines of tears that fixed Ye Xiaotian that day.
In other words, what is the connection between the two?
Mu Zixi’s secret, it is impossible to find a crack in this person?
“Your eyes…”
Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth just now, when he saw everyone’s astonished gazes. Obviously, this kind of topic, which is similar to revealing one’s scars, is not suitable to ask directly.
But he didn’t care, he hesitated
, and still asked, “Is there a story?
”
The scene was quiet again.
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.
That’s it?
He glanced back at Mu Zixi and said straight to the point: “God Demon Eye, do you know him?”
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