I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 769

[Chapter 734 “Eight Honors” debut]

Say it.

The storyteller in a red dress floated down from the sky.

He covered his red lips with one hand, and supported Yin and Yang in the other.

This local world has already become his re-engraved Tianqilin small world.

As for the three major slashers and Xu Xiaoshou, they were all trapped in this small world at some unknown time.

“Saint slave?”

When the real saint slave fell, the three major slashes in the field were all chilled.

The hypothetical book looked at the life and death of Yin and Yang in the hands of the real story book, and his eyelids had already started to twitch wildly.

Such a means of replicating the world… let’s

be honest.

The three major slashing paths in the field have long been heard, and they are the power of spatial rules of yin and yang life and death.

What Jiang Chaotian didn’t expect was that he was eager to save people and strayed into this space.

He hadn’t even figured out the situation, and he didn’t even know who had taken Sanyan Tongmu, and he was already in this inexplicable vortex.

What the King of Hell did not expect was that the moment before, the two of them were pretending to be saint slaves, and the next moment, the high-level officials of the saint slave really came over.

The point is, for some reason…the

two of them didn’t run away in advance after they got half of the Three Disgusted Eyes.

Being imprisoned at this moment is even more difficult to fly!

Slashing Dao is said to be a small realm in the third-order throne, but it is actually more like a big realm.

Between Zhandao and Taixu, there is a natural moat—Nine Death Thunder Tribulation.

Nine death thunder tribulations, a total of nine tribulations.

One catastrophe, one death, one death one heavy day.

Among the grades, the gap is huge.

From the point of view of cultivation, not to mention tears.

In such a situation, the two Kings of Hell, who were at the peak of Dao Slashing, were

naturally weaker than Jiang Chaotian, who had survived nine deaths and three tribulations.

But three tribulations are only three tribulations after all.

Storyteller, Nine Deaths Thunder Tribulation Completed, Who in the Field Doesn’t Know?

The other party does not know when to appear, so everyone is in the game first.

Xiu is already weak, and this time he was robbed of the first move. How to break the game?

“Seven heads of saint slaves…”

Jiang Chaotian looked at the storyteller who fell lightly, and his eyes were uncertain.

He didn’t know the identities of the two people in the back, but the name of the saint slave was like thunder.

“You guys, also participated in the action to seize my Jiang’s Three Disgusted Eyes?” Jiang Chaotian asked in a deep voice.

“No, no, old man, you have misunderstood me~” The

writer who heard the words just waved his hand lightly: “This time, I have nothing to do with your Jiang family, I just saw someone pouring my holy slave dirty water, look It’s nothing but eyes.”

Jiang Chaotian squinted: “So, the life and death of Jiang Shao of my family…”

“It has nothing to do with others!” The

storyteller took over with a smile: “They have no interest in Sanyan pupils at all. The things are not in the hands of others, but the two behind you…”

He said and looked at the two kings of hell, shrugged and said: “One flower fairy eye, one cross eye, you think carefully, who is it? I’ll take a fancy to you Jiang Shao’s three disgusted eyes!”

Jiang Chao turned around.

The two Kings of Hell are really eye-catching.

The other one is also intriguing, with his eyes closed tightly.

Jiang Chaotian is not stupid.

It is now clear who is more suspicious.

But before he could ask the question, Yin Cao was already angrily accusing the storyteller: “You didn’t take the three hated eyes, but Xu Xiaoshou took it.”

“Xu Xiaoshou?” The storyteller was startled, looked around, I couldn’t see anyone else here, “What Xu Xiaoshou? Are you talking about people?”

Xu Xiaoshou: “…”

He was invisible.

But he’s still here!

When is this storytelling, and it hurts him?

Jiang Chaotian also couldn’t see the existence of other people here.

But now this is a storyteller’s space, and it is understandable that he has hidden something and is not discovered by others.

As expected, Jiang Chaotian hugged Jiang Xian, and his face began to change.

If it’s all enemies…

he cuts the road and wants to deal with three people alone?

At this time, I saw Yin Cao indifferently took out one of the three eyes, and then looked at Jiang Chaotian.

“As you can see, I only took one of these things, and the other is in the hands of the saint slave’s Xu Xiaoshou.” Yin Cao couldn’t bear the blame for the saint slave.

“Why do you contaminate people’s innocence out of thin air?”

He never thought that the storyteller was not happy, he pointed at Yin Cao, his beautiful eyes slightly angrily: “People said that Xu Xiaoshou is not here.”

Yin Cao: “Haha.” The

two seemed to be

It’s the beginning of bickering under such turbulent scenes…

But Jiang Chaotian on one side, when he saw the eyes of three disgusted eyes in the hands of the King of Hell, he was angry and couldn’t hold it back at all.

He is from the Jiang clan.

The Jiang family, a semi-sage family.

Now in such a situation, the two forces in front of him actually treat his Jiang clan as a fool, playing back and forth and throwing the pot?

“Insult me Jiang Shi…”

“Tonight, you all don’t have to leave!”

said nothing.

Jiang Chaotian backhanded the unconscious Jiang Xian on his back, raised his hands, and the space here began to crack inch by inch.

In the sound of clicking, Jiang Chaotian floated in the air, and white clouds rose from his hands.

“Yun Kaitiandao!”

Angrily shouted.

The majestic spirit energy exploded.

The regular dao pattern that trapped the space here was like a cloud and mist moving with the wind on the sky. Under the force of Jiang Chaotian’s palms, a hole was broken open.

Subsequently.

There was an explosion in the night sky.

Qing Ming split into two halves.

It seems that a large hole has been broken in the sky above Tian Qilin.

Everyone here understands that Jiang Chaotian’s palm was the first to split the storyteller’s space.

“Interesting…” The

storyteller raised his brows.

Jiang’s beheading really lived up to its reputation.

But split a mountain, the mountain has countless weights.

What’s the point of doing this?

However, Jiang Chaotian saw that the small world of Yin and Yang life and death was split open with one palm. Before the storyteller was trapped in another small world, he did not try to break through this blocked space, but chose to communicate the power of the rules of the Holy Spirit Continent.

Slash the Dao on the mainland, and accept the Dao of the mainland.

“Clouds descend!”

Jiang Chaotian slammed down with a punch.

In the big hole that was broken open in the sky, a white cloud suddenly descended.

Cloud pillar descends.

The target seems to be the sly cao with the eyes of three disgusted pupils in his hand.

“Mad!” The Yin Cao guest scolded in a low voice.

Is this Jiang Shi stupid?

Without first thinking about breaking through the multiple spaces of storytellers together, I chose to take action here.

Isn’t this the same as letting the storyteller sit firmly in the position of the fisherman, watching the battle between the dragons and the tigers, and both losers?

The cloud column surged down, shocking the world.

This looks at the cloud and fog punishment robbery, which is not strong in attack power, but when it touches the space, it completely dissolves into nothingness.

It is conceivable, what will happen to the human body if it is to be covered by this cloud pillar?

“Silence!”

When it was, Bai Gui Yexing raised his head.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the cross-shaped pupil was aimed at the cloud pillar that fell from the sky.

“Boom–” The

void suddenly resounded with a cracking sound.

Silence is silent.

Under the power of the cross pupils, the melting cloud pillars withered away piece by piece.

But the plane receiving power, which is rich in the power of the continental rules, after receiving the order of “Silence” from the cross pupils, burst out the anger of resistance.

Heaven.

Not to be desecrated.

Not to mention silence?

“Pfft!” Bai Gui suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes dimmed immediately.

The power of catastrophe…

As soon as they fought, Bai Gui reacted and saw the gap in the cultivation bases of the two sides.

He has not survived the nine-death thunder calamity, and on weekdays, he seldom fights against the Dao Slasher who has survived the nine-death thunder calamity.

Subjective assumptions.

I thought this was just a spiritual skill rich in the power of dissolving, and it could be killed with the cross eye.

But he never thought that Jiang Chaotian’s sky-splitting skill had already secretly brought in the calamity of the mainland rules.

Such a forcible shot angered Tiandao, and the backlash was naturally serious.

“Is it a cross with different pupils?” On the

other side, Jiang Chaotian beard was flying, and there was a look of surprise in his eyes.

He looked at Baigui Yexing, as if he was also shocked by Tongli.

Such a power that even the rules of heaven can be annihilated is truly appalling.

But in a trance for a moment, he took out a drop of golden holy blood from the ring with his backhand, and opened his mouth to swallow it.

“Stop him!”

At this moment, Bai Gui was in a hurry.

Half-Saints are indeed rich.

In the previous battle, he killed Jiang Xian’s three drops of holy blood.

I never thought that when Jiang Chaotian came out at this moment, he would drink half-sacred blood essence without saying a word.

But at this moment, he was already seriously injured, and he forcibly used the cross pupil once.

Think again, the price is too high!

As soon as the holy blood came out, the ghosts panicked, and the storytellers watching the battle were even more frightened.

“Scared the baby to death, so you directly sacrifice your trump card?”

Said Shuben who wanted to use the power of rules to forcibly remove the holy blood.

But out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw Yin Cao’s eyes open anxiously, and he immediately retracted his magical powers, took a few steps back, and gave way to the battlefield.

“Flower fairy eyes, magic!” The

Yin Cao visitor formed a seal on his hands, and the cherry blossoms bloomed in his eyes, so he wanted to use the same method to remove the imprint of the semi-sacred blood at that time, and also remove the holy blood.

But the other party has a move.

Jiang Chaotian even took the holy blood on his hand, which instantly turned into a cloud of smoke and dissipated in place.

“Cloud?”

This hand caught everyone off guard.

Cloud properties.

Not for shape trapping, not for intentional movement.

The body is a cloud, the world has no hold.

Yin Cao’s Huaxian eyes were aimed at Jiang Chaotian, and Jiang Chaotian’s phantom was still there.

But his body and spirit…

form and mind…

all dissipated in a single thought, at the same time!

“Insult me Jiang?” As soon as

the battle situation changed, a low and dark voice appeared in Yin Cao’s ears.

When Jiang Chaotian appeared again, he had already fallen behind Yin Cao, his face was dark and pale, and his eyes were filled with pain and anger.

“Die!”

After saying that, Jiang Chaotian poured his holy blood into his throat.

At this moment, not even the storyteller could react.

Cao Laike has lost his way!

The Hua Xian eyes of her, she was not able to control Jiang Chaotian in the first time!

As for Jiang Chaotian, who is about to swallow the holy blood, the power that he can exert in this place may surprise even his storytellers.

This is not Jiang Xian.

This is Jiang Chaotian, who is beheaded.

His utilization of holy blood is hundreds of thousands of times that of Jiang Xian’s icon!

“Nima…”

Angrily cursed in his heart, this time the storyteller wanted to run away.

But…

“Xu Xiaoshou, where are you?”

He wanted to call Xu Xiaoshou.

However, Xu Xiaoshou in the disappearing state was not something he could take the initiative to communicate with.

Although Mingming was aware, no one escaped from this space.

But Xu Xiaoshou, who disappeared in this space, after all, disappeared.

At least, the storyteller has absolutely no idea where it is.

…

at the same time.

Before the holy blood enters the throat.

In the electric light flint, Xu Xiaoshou, who had been watching the battle secretly, chose the speed of light to shoot.

He saw Jiang Xian took out the holy blood.

This thing is something that even a hundred ghosts have to worry about, as soon as it appears, it needs to be extinguished immediately.

I was moved before, but dared not move.

That’s because there is no one behind you.

Now that the storyteller is here, he Xu Xiaoshou, what else is he afraid to move?

The most important thing is that after Jiang Chaotian consumes the holy blood, he will definitely become the leader of the battle here.

How could he, Xu Xiaoshou, put himself in such a dangerous situation?

“Holy blood? Bring it to you!” He took one step to the

sky.

Looking at the overall situation, Xu Xiaoshou seemed to be interspersed with Jiang Chaotian and Yin Cao before everyone could react.

Then, his black glove hand, which had been changed in the disappearing state, was inserted.

Immediately, he was isolated in the bloody mouth of the Holy Blood and Jiang Chaotian.

“Disappearance, release!” I

muttered silently in my heart.

Void ripples appear suddenly.

In the spiritual thoughts of everyone, a figure of a masked man in a black robe covering his head and covering his face suddenly appeared in the center of the battle.

He blocked the holy blood from entering his throat with two fingers.

Then, his fingertips flicked to the left, which was the direction of Jiang Chao’s mouth.

With a bang, the sword energy exploded.

Jiang Chaotian reacted extremely quickly at the critical moment, and his spirit energy gathered on his head, wanting to take a sudden blow from this uninvited guest.

The next second, his figure was smashed apart by two fingers.

The spirit element was cut.

There was even a bloodstain on Jiang Chaotian’s face, as well as a sword qi power that was similar in shape and thought.

The crowd was horrified.

However, seeing that the masked man who suddenly appeared finished punching with his fingers, and then curled his fingertips, he hooked the golden light holy blood and put it in his pocket.

“???”

Everyone looked confused.

This person appeared suddenly…

Although Jiang Chaotian’s defense was not in time, it was very weak.

But if he can slash the Dao Lingyuan with two fingers, he can still leave such bloody wounds.

Who is this person?

At this moment, almost no one thought that this was Xu Xiaoshou.

Even the King of Hell, his impression of Xu Xiaoshou’s performance was still on Lao Sang who appeared last time.

And the masked man who appeared here, the move used…

is the sword finger!

It’s a sword move!

This is clearly a new character!

…

the audience was dumbfounded.

Xu Xiaoshou landed behind Yin Cao, covered his face, hoarse voice, and smiled softly: “Everyone, give me a face, and stop here, how about it?”

Until now.

Jiang Chaotian’s tendency to retreat stopped, wiped the blood on his face, and found that Lingyuan was repairing the residual power in it.

He was stunned, looked up at the masked man, suddenly realized something, and said aloud: “This is… Jian Nian?!”

At the same time.

Jiang Qi and Jiang Si, who had been on the sidelines and did not dare to speak, looked at the familiar figure, and the person who trespassed in Tianyang Zhuang suddenly appeared in their minds.

When it was, the two of them were so frightened that they both took a half step back, and their faces were filled with suspicion: “No. 8, the Eighth Sword Immortal?!” The

storyteller was even more dumbfounded in the air.

He looked at the figure that was supposed to be in the Yunlun Mountains, but inexplicably appeared in Tianqilin, and the whole person fell into a state of confusion.

“Brother, brother?”

Xu Xiaoshou looked back at the storyteller when he heard the sound, his expression softened, his tone became angry, and he scolded, “Why are you doing things so slowly?”

Storyteller: ?

?

?

At this moment, he reacted immediately.

This is not brother!

This is Xu Xiaoshou!

“You…”

“People…” The

storyteller stretched his neck, and his face suddenly flushed.

After he thought about the three-level realm of whether a mountain is a mountain, not a mountain, or a mountain, he realized that this might really be Xu Xiaoshou… At this

moment, the whole person was once again shocked and speechless.

again?

!

This kid plays someone else, UU reading www.

sonicmtl.com Playing addicted?

How dare he?

With such a chaotic situation, how could he be a congenital mess?

Picture what?

It ca n’t be because of that drop of holy blood… The

storyteller roared wildly in his heart, while trying his best to cooperate with the acting, curling his fingers, he murmured: “Yes, it’s someone’s fault…” As soon as the words came out

, The storyteller suddenly realized again.

Xu Xiaoshou came out now, wouldn’t he want to take revenge for his casual loss?

sky!

It’s not like…