I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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“Holy slave, storyteller!”

Almost the moment when the red dress fell, the vigil focused on the incoming person.

He can be sure that the storyteller who appeared this time is no longer the External Body Incarnation he faced then.

Because, in the case of External Body Incarnation, the opponent is basically impossible to control all the red-clothed in the field at the same time!

Almost at the same time, many red-clothed people have said in their hearts the name of the man in the red dress.

Moreover, I have a clear understanding of the strength of this man.

“Dao Severing Peak, the Thunder Tribulation of the Nine Deaths are all crossed.”

“The distance is too empty, only half a step away.”

It can be said that this is a man who has reached the top of the world with one foot!

“唳——”

It was not the red-clothed people who lifted the imprisonment first, but the Holy War black angel holding four swords.

The storyteller can control the audience.

But there are four swords, which are obviously not in his control.

In just a short time, the Holy War black angel broke free from the shackles, and then he held the Black Sword and slashed towards…Hei Ming!

Hei Ming suddenly turned black all over.

He has experienced the methods of a storyteller.

But every time this guy appeared, he was so unpredictable.

When there is no time to react, trying to break free is a problem in itself.

This ghost beast… get sick!

Come here to make things worse?

“We have been waiting for you for a long time.”

While Hei Ming was still struggling to avoid a four-sword blow, Lan Ling chuckled his red lips and chuckled softly.

“Sealing Heaven Great Formation, pump!”

With a soft shout, many red-clothed within the body condensed trying to break open the ancient book Space Power, and was drawn thoroughly by Sealing Heaven Great Formation in an instant.

Before everyone had time to react, Lan Ling’s fingers were also softly trembled.

“Solution.”

Dozens of rays of light descended from the sky, instantly enveloping all the red-clothed.

The storyteller only saw a flash, and the Lan Ling in his hand had disappeared.

I looked up again.

All the red-clothed, all appeared above the head.

The night watch, the letter, and the panicked Hei Ming, and the remaining dozens of red-clothed confused, while lowering his head, his eyes were cast on the storyteller below.

The scene seemed to calm down.

Even the red-clothed never thought that the power of the state to break through the world is one of the methods that can be used to deal with the storyteller.

“Lanling, this?”

Since he turned sideways, he immediately moved to Lan Ling’s side.

Before the situation was urgent, Lanling’s sound transmission only gave a general idea.

What they understand is that the situation has changed, and they need to break the world first.

Never thought, the storyteller came out!

This guy has been hiding here?

“Yin and Yang life and death, ancient book space?” The night watch also tilted his gaze, already seeing something.

“en. ”

Lan Ling’s head is a little bit, nothing needs to be said.

“Fuck!”

There was an angry curse on one side. Hei Ming looked at the Holy War black angel who continued to pounce like a sticky spirit, and his whole body became irritable.

“Don’t act alone.”

Just when he wanted to rush to the death battle, Lan Ling stopped him.

“Sealing Heaven Great Formation, transfer.”

A raised hand.

Holy War black angels holding swords, including the four Ox Head Man who were still imprisoned, were suddenly transferred to several li.

“It’s urgent, storyteller.”

Lan Ling’s eyes never left the man in the red dress from beginning to end.

When this person appeared, the center of the battlefield had already shifted.

Even if they are red-clothed, ghosts and beasts are the main purpose.

Looking at Hei Ming as if he still wanted to continue to act, Lan Ling immediately added: “Be alone, die.”

Crack.

Hei Ming stepped on the space with one foot, forcibly braked, and stopped his footsteps.

Smelly girls…

Although he was a little uncomfortable with Lan Ling’s instructions, as soon as the “saint slave” appeared, Hei Ming felt that he could no longer mess around.

At that time, the fear of being dominated by the storyteller’s fantasy in the Eighth House came to my heart again.

If you really leave the red-clothed crowd, you can’t say this step, you will really go directly to death!

“pa pa pa.”

There was a crisp sound from below.

The storyteller couldn’t help but patted the left and right palms with his right hand fingers, his face was full of admiration.

“Great, tsk tsk, great.”

“It’s worthy of being red-clothed…”

The second child is right, he really underestimated these guys.

“We didn’t expect that in the space of others, we can still use Force of Great Formation to change Heavenly Dao.” The storyteller shook his head and said.

“Excessive reputation.”

Lan Ling squinted his eyes and said: “Marely a trifling Great Grandmaster, just prepared, not comparable to the legendary ‘sage slave’ seven masters.”

“Um…” The storyteller turned his head to make a long note, then snapped his fingers.

“Good point.”

“Trifling, it’s just…you know you very well.”

Shin was suddenly provoked with anger by the man in the red dress.

Mompao don’t say it.

How to say it is so hateful?

“damn pervert, can you put away your orchid fingers, I…well.”

As he said, he suddenly felt like he was silent, unable to say anything.

Turn your head over.

Obviously, at this time, it should be Lan Ling’s Force of Great Formation that can seal oneself.

The eyeballs gu lu gu lu turn.

“wú wú wú huh?”

——What did you do for me?

Lan Ling ignored this big guy, because the atmosphere between Heaven and Earth seemed to chill because of the word of the letter.

Others don’t know, but she knows it perfectly.

The word “abnormal”, to the seven “saint slaves”, is a general existence of a reverse scale, it can’t be said at all!

Sure enough…

“Just now, what did you say?”

The storyteller’s corner of mouth twitching twitched, and his brows were even squeezed into one big and one small because he couldn’t suppress his anger, “Change, abnormal?”

He grabbed his head forward.

“xiu!”

Before everyone had time to react, they only felt that the void was distorted.

Go back to God again.

The letter has been caught by the storyteller.

“No!” Lan Ling shouted.

It’s late.

Snorted.

Poke with two fingers, blood spattered.

Xin’s throat was directly penetrated, and when the storyteller pulled his hands back again, there was already a piece of bloody cartilage between his fingers.

“pu! ”

Xin’s blood spurted out, and the hole in his throat was gurgling with blood.

He wants to resist.

But even if I tried my best to bulge up the spirit essence, I couldn’t even make the traces of the delicate hands on my neck collapse.

The veins are suffocating.

But the whole body was blocked.

Even Heavenly Dao was completely cut off by the storyteller.

Obviously, the red-clothed partner is not far above his head.

But at this time, the letter can only feel between Heaven and Earth, isolated and helpless!

All the resistance he could do was to force his injuries to intensify, and blood from his throat spurted faster that’s all.

To the storyteller, it makes no sense!

“This guy…”

Shin’s heart suddenly picked up.

Pain is nothing to him.

But with this move, he knew it.

The strength of these two parties is not on the same level at all.

End abuse!

As long as the storyteller thinks.

On the red-clothed party, no one can stop him.

This is an existence that belongs to the level of Wuyue Sword Immortal and can only be captured!

“Jaw knot…”

The storyteller played with the small bones in his hand and knocked himself with the back of his hand.

not at all.

He smiled and pressed the small bone into the letter’s throat, and whispered in his ear: “Remember, there is no next time.”

“pu! ”

Because of these two injuries, the letter spit out another mouthful of blood.

He felt that his “Golden Hyun Spirit Physique” was like a display in front of the man in the red dress.

The other party doesn’t even need to use the spirit essence.

Just blocked everything with Heavenly Dao.

A random blow can cause fatal damage to yourself.

Until this time, the red-clothed people above their heads were once again released.

“Letter!”

The vigil’s face became gloomy.

In front of many red-clothed people, the letter was taken down.

This is no longer just a facial problem, the other party is so provocative, simply can’t bear it!

“Night, swallow the sky!”

Almost the moment when the killing intent burst out, the sky was immediately swallowed by darkness.

“Oh, is it you?”

As soon as this familiar force appeared, the storyteller couldn’t help but cast his gaze over it.

The night watch didn’t even dare to hide half of the strength, and the shot was the trump card.

Not only immediately used Power of Darkness to change the Heaven and Earth Rule, but the whole body also began to show great righteousness.

“Little Old Man…”

The storyteller’s palm was tight, and Xin’s throat was deformed.

“cough cough…puff.”

A blood spurted out again.

There are more killing intents in the list of storytellers.

Not long ago, unfathomable mystery was dispelled by an External Body Incarnation, and the anger surged in my heart.

The storyteller, who didn’t intend to break out at this moment, couldn’t help it anymore when he saw that the night watch was still taking action.

He raised his hand.

“Wait!”

Lan Ling shouted at the right time.

She dashed to the side of the vigil and patted his shoulder.

“Relax, let me come.”

The watch turned sideways, full of sorrow, silent.

“Trust me.”

Lan Ling is very serious and nodded.

The vigil suppressed the impulse and returned to the awe-inspiring righteousness.

But the darkness above the sky is still invading, directly regaining control of the battlefield.

In the situation where the strength is weaker than the opponent, if even the geographical advantage is controlled, then red-clothed can’t be beaten at all, and it can only be slaughtered.

“little girl…”

The storyteller squeezed out a smiling face again, “You are so confident.”

“The storyteller, you don’t want to kill, do you?” Lan Ling tilted his head and looked over.

“Oh?”

The storyteller raised his brows, “Are you irritating me? Are you grudges against him?”

He read the letter back and pressed his palm.

“crackle…”

The skull crackle instantly exploded from all over the letter’s body.

In just an instant, Xin was soaked in blood and turned into a bloody man.

Under the instillation of the spirit essence of the storyteller, his fleshy body couldn’t hold it at all, and even the internal organs were shattered.

A skeleton, almost torn to pieces by the collapse.

“You!”

The night watch narrowed his eyes and wanted to make a move.

Lan Ling grabbed him and looked towards the storyteller, gnashing teeth said: “Return the person to me, whatever you want, whatever you want.”

“This…”

Hei Ming turned his head and looked over in disbelief.

“Shut up, let me come!”

Lan Ling couldn’t help but yelled.

At this moment, the night watch finally took a step back and gave the dominance back to Lan Ling’s hands.

“Oh, so majestic!”

The storyteller Ji smiled and said: “But the prestige is certainly a little prestige, what qualifications do you have to claim someone from others?”

His hand tightened again, and the dying message wilted directly.

This time, even Spirit Qingming couldn’t hold onto, and he fainted on the spot.

“His.”

Everyone looked dumbfounded.

The red-clothed at the back, dare not even move.

They all know that the “Holy Slave” storyteller is very strong.

But the strength to this person in the past is only a conceptual thing.

I see it with my own eyes, this…

No one can stop it!

Even if it is a letter, in the hands of a storyteller, it is like a giant baby.

“Is this gone?”

The storyteller looked at the big man who had fainted completely, and couldn’t help Qiong’s nose wrinkle, “I can’t help but play.”

Lan Ling stretched out his hand and pressed down the angry people behind him, and slowly said: “I know you can’t kill, at least, you don’t want to kill red-clothed.”

“You know, this is not at all good for you.”

The storyteller suddenly squinted: “You threaten others again?”

His hand tightens again.

Lan Ling hurriedly stepped forward, “Wait!”

“en?”

“It’s not a threat. Your opponent, not red-clothed, kills people here. After going out, not talking about you, including your entire ‘saint slave’, is very dangerous.”

She paused and added another sentence: “This sentence is not a threat, I am just telling a fact.”

The storyteller released his hand and weighed the big man forward a few times.

It’s pretty heavy!

“Although you keep on saying that it is not a threat, it sounds like a threat.”

“Anyway, these words caught people’s ears…”

The storyteller closed his eyes and thought for a while, and said, “I’m very upset, listen.”

“But the truth, isn’t it?” Lan Ling asked back.

“Yes.”

The storyteller actually admitted, said with a smile: “You are very smart, at least among these few people, it should be the most brainy one.”

He put the letter in the void in front of him, took out a handkerchief from the ring and wiped the blood, and said: “People really don’t want to kill people, but they all owe them to clean up, so they have to do it. Understand, right?”

“Yes.”

Lan Ling was nodded and stretched out her hand, “Then send someone here first?” She sternly signaled the letter lying lying in the sky.

“dong!”

The storyteller kicked people over with one kick.

“Remember.”

“People can give it back to you, but this is because they don’t like killing, not your threat, it worked.”

“Understood?”

The vigil received the letter and immediately fed a medicine pill.

He clenched his fists, but didn’t say anything.

Rao is Hei Ming, who has nothing to do with Lan Ling. He saw that Xin was beaten before, and his heart didn’t have the slightest turmoil. When he heard the storyteller’s words, he couldn’t help but be agitated.

This is simply too dismissive of people.

But, shot?

Yu Guang glanced around at the crowd.

Here, no one is the opponent of the man in the red dress.

Even if everyone joins together, it may not be enough for others.

How to fight?

The storyteller wiped off the blood, threw the handkerchief away, and looked around at the crowd and said: “It’s good to be a little safe, as they said, don’t kill.”

“As long as you don’t make noise, there will be nothing.”

“People came here not for you, but…”

“唳——”

At this moment, a whirr came from behind.

The Holy War black angel, who was teleported away, has returned to attack, holding a four-sword in his hand, and slashing at the storyteller nearest to him.

“Yeah!”

The storyteller clenched his fists in anger, fiercely stomped his foot.

“Why do people always like to interrupt when they talk?”

He turned around furiously, glaring at the black sword energy coming in front of him, and cut his slanting hand horizontally.

“Shut up, okay?!”

A loud roar sounded, which was a little broken.

The black sword energy coming from the face is divided into two directly.

The storyteller stretched out his hand, and the void twisted again.

Holy War, the black angel is like a moth flies into the flame, directly sending his neck into the opponent’s hand.

“puff!”

Take a dagger out of his arms, and the storyteller cut it abruptly, and a head is lifted high into the sky by a pillar of blood.

“Noisy, noisy, noisy!!!”