I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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Inside and outside the Eighth Palace, there is a hill far away.

The quiet mountain forest should be a better hiding place for birds and beasts, but suddenly at a certain moment.

“hua la la ——”

The forest bird flies, the birds and beasts scatter.

When the branches fell and the leaves fell, a large flock of black and overwhelming birds flew away.

Immediately, a cry of horror came from the jungle.

“Eight! Respect! Proficient!”

Fallen leaves returned to the forest, hitting a crowd of white clothed, red-clothed, and gray clothes that were supposed to be quiet as piles, as well as gray clothes that hadn’t been able to wear white and red doubles, aroused the madness of hundreds of people in the audience. trembling.

“The Eighth Sword Immortal?!”

Everyone is not calm anymore, and even breathing becomes quicker.

This unit, located in Wuming Mountain, the east corner of Bagongli, is one of the four major control areas of the “Nation-Covering Sky Cover”.

This group of white clothed, red-clothed, and gray-clothed holy guards of the Holy Temple has the best training.

Even at the moment of being a last resort, it is impossible to lose self-control like this, Qi Qi loses attention to “the sky cover”.

But when the words of the masked man from the Eighth House confronting Wuyue Sword Immortal appeared on the light curtain of the atrium, no one could remain calm.

“He, he, he… what did he say? Eight masters?!”

“Is this the eighth Sword Immortal?”

“Should the Eighth Sword Immortal die?”

“This guy is also one of the fanatics posing as the eighth Sword Immortal?”

“Just kidding your mother!”

“Huh?!”

The crowd was in a commotion.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their faces were shocked, and their eyes were unbelievable.

But in the past, the chatting and laughing words that would be exposed casually, from the mouth of the saint slave’s first seat, the amount of information is really too explosive!

Look at Wuyue senior’s livid face…

Isn’t this what is being confirmed?

“no! “

“Impossible, how could the eighth Sword Immortal be still alive?”

“In the old days, the eight masters who knew how to break through the Sword Immortal realm, the three swords of the Hua Chang Deng abolished all of them, shouldn’t they be so powerful that they were all torn out?”

“This, this…reborn from the ashes?”

“Maybe, he still has a second life?!”

Among the ranks of the Holy Temple, there are also sword cultivators and fanatics of the eighth Sword Immortal.

Even though it didn’t show up in Normally, but at this moment, it is like seeing Divine Vestige.

That man, is back?

“Quiet!!”

An angry rebuke suppressed the restlessness of the audience.

The Palace Lord, the branch hall of the Holy Temple in East Heavenly King City. The geese by the river smashed the wooden case to pieces, shouted: “Noisy sky, what kind of style!”

Everyone fell silent in an instant.

Even if the person in front of you is not the most powerful powerhouse in the audience.

But as the Palace Lord of the branch palace, it is also the Palace Lord of the East Heavenly King city. The power in the hands of others cannot be resisted by a crowd of people present.

What’s more, Jiangbian Yan, as the Chief-In-Charge of the East Cape of the Eight Palaces, controls the power of life and death.

At this critical point of the war, if someone is not enough to cause panic in the military, it may be possible to be dragged out and killed.

“What is called what is called?”

“If someone said ‘eight masters’, did you all believe it?”

“Look at what this man looks like… Can the eight masters be so shabby? You have never seen the eight masters, and you should have seen a portrait of the eight masters!”

“These one by one…”

Jiangbian wild goose is extremely angry shaking his hand, as if speechless with anger, his right eyelid jumped wildly, but he was still shaking after shaking his hand.

“Jiang Palace Lord!”

Suddenly a white clothed man holding a sword stood up in the crowd, and the whole person looked extremely excited, his eyes sparkling, he was about to ignite the entire mountain forest.

“The eighth…”

Before he finished speaking, Jiangbian Yan suddenly turned his head, and almost didn’t poke his eyebrows directly through the void with his fingers: “You fucking sit down for Lao Tzu!”

“Oh.”

white clothed sit down obediently.

But apart from a few tree stumps, another red clothed middle aged man dressed as a swordsman with a Spirit Sword on his back stood up.

“Jiang Palace Lord…”

“Why do you shut up to Lao Tzu!” Jiangbian Yan moved his finger.

“Uh.”

The latter purchase one’s lip and return to the ground.

“Jiang Palace Lord!”

“Jiang Palace Lord!”

“Jiang Palace Lord…”

However, the rise of the previous two people seemed to have caused a chain reaction.

One by one, white clothed, red-clothed, and even gray clothes, as long as they are holding a sword, pinning the sword, and carrying the sword, which one can still sit down after hearing the words “Eight Masters”?

These people all stood up, and the scene suddenly returned to some turmoil.

“Rebelled, right?”

The geese from the riverside loudly shouted and flew directly into the sky: “I am the throne, so I can’t suppress you anymore, can I?”

He took out a token backhand and fiercely volleyed it into the ground.

There was a sound of “Keng”.

The huge rock on the ground was nailed to pieces, and the ear-piercing sound made everyone’s mouths and tongues closed, and all kinds of words were blocked in the throat, and the choking was extremely uncomfortable.

“Quiet, understand?”

The face of the wild goose by the river was a little red.

He pressed his right eyelid, which was jumping wildly, as if he wanted to flatten it.

However, as soon as the hand was released, the eyelids jumped involuntarily.

He gave up and threatened: “Whoever dares to speak more, I won’t say much, just get me out of Wuming Mountain.”

Jiangbian Yan flicked his sleeve robe, and its silhouette fell to the ground.

After a pause, he began to bend over to the ground of the shattered wooden case to find something.

“This is so exciting than us…”

A white clothed swordsman couldn’t help but muttered a few words in a low voice, “If it’s not the eighth Sword Immortal, how excited is this ghost?”

“Who is talking!”

Jiangbian Yan pouted his butt and turned his head, his face flushed as if a devil had descended, his face was hideous.

“Shhh.”

The whole audience lowered their heads.

The face that should be given is still to be given, after all, it is the commander-in-chief of the East Corner of the Eight Palaces.

“Found it.”

After a few clicks of wild goose feet by the river, a crystal ball was finally found out of a crowd of broken wooden boards.

He blew his breath, exhausted the sawdust, and wiped it with his sleeve robe, even if he wanted to inject the spirit essence.

But at this time, as if thinking of something, he suddenly got up and looked back.

“Don’t say anything later, understand?”

The audience was extremely silent, one after another staring at the light curtain of the atrium and the geese by the river.

The geese on the riverside sighed, their voice softened:

“Don’t panic.”

“Isn’t it just a fake eight masters? This seat will contact the superiors of the headquarters!”

……

The four corners of the mountains in the Eight Palaces.

Almost everything like this is happening.

As long as it is practicing Spirit Master Converging Ground, there is a sword cultivator.

And as long as there is a sword cultivator, there is an exclusive fanatic of the legendary eighth Sword Immortal.

In Zhongyu, perhaps the influence of the Eighth Sword Immortal can only be considered good.

At least the coercion of the Holy Temple, plus the fall of the Eighth Sword Immortal for many years, should have enthusiasm, and it has been wiped out by time.

But in the Sword God of the Eastern Region, it would be completely different.

As a region respected by swords, the name of the eighth Sword Immortal is almost faith.

After wandering around the world and suddenly waking up, Three Breaths Innate, the legend of Sword Immortal for three years, is simply the existence of Divine Vestige.

It can be concluded that once the news of the resurrection of the eighth Sword Immortal spreads, eight of the ten Spirit Masters will go crazy.

Among a hundred swordsmen, only half of them will be crazy.

The remaining half will be blown up on the spot!

This is faith.

An absolute belief in the Peak Swordsman who has overwhelmed the entire age without any reason!

……

Zhongyu, Guizhe Holy Mountain, where the headquarters of the Holy Temple is located.

This is a towering snowy Holy Mountain, all year round, it is covered by the fragrance of fairy guilin products. It can grow here with weeds and weeds, and it has also been infiltrated by the uninterrupted sacred power day and night. Birthday spirit.

A blade of grass anywhere, the lowest is Grade 5.

Guizhe Holy Mountain has two legends.

On the west side of Luoshen Peak, the tree has a stele with no words on it. The surrounding of the stele is filled with Broken Swords, and there is a breath of silence that is incompatible with the character of Xiangui Ling.

That is the wreckage of the Holy Path, the power of solitude.

Luoshen Peak is the Holy Mountain a Great Forbidden Land in Guizhe.

Everyone who cultivates Spirit Master knows that this place is the place where the previous generation of the Palace Lord fell.

The Old Master of the Seven Sword Immortal, the Old Master of the Seven Sword Immortal, slayed alone in the Holy Temple, the Palace Lord of the Seven Sword Immortal, directly ended the previous era, and then hidden in the world, spreading it as a good story.

Daoqiang was ordered to take over when he was in danger, and then he returned to the regime that consolidated the Temple of the Holy Spirit.

And the reason why Yoo Tu killed Guizhe Holy Mountain is because of another legend of Holy Mountain.

……

East side.

Screen and candle ground.

Guizhe Another forbidden area of ​​Holy Mountain.

A towering broken willow stands alone in the forbidden ground.

This place should be full of greenery, Yang Liu Yiyi.

But since the legend of “Single Sword East-Rising-Sword Immortal”, even the first of the nine ancestor trees, the “God worship willow” listed in front of the sky tree, has also been broken.

It was so abrupt.

Even decades have passed, it is still hard to spit out a new green.

Under the broken willow, on the gravel ground, there is an ancient table.

The ancient table is very small and dilapidated, covered with dust, as if no one had patronized it for several decades.

But on the table, there is still a candle that will last forever.

The dim lights directly turned the infinite light all around into a dim space.

Others light up lights for illumination.

But this long bright old lamp is for dimming.

On the dark and gloomy tabletop, besides the ancient lamp, there is a sword.

This sword is untainted by even a speck of dust.

The sword body is azure and pitted, as if it has experienced countless chopping, hammering, and iron repair.

The sword body is connected to the sky, and it can draw the human soul in at a glance. If there is a ghost struggling on it, the will of death will disappear, and the desire will be dying.

The eighth of the famous sword list, the name of the sword hunter, one of the seven Sword Immortal-Hua Chang Deng portable saber!

In this empty but lonely screen candle ground, next to the broken willow, and far away from the ancient table, sits a middle age person with gray hair.

Although the person is middle-aged.

But the vicissitudes of life, outsiders will only think it is a dying old man.

“Hua Chang Deng?”

Beyond the screen and candle ground, there was a wave of wind and waves.

The sonic aura swept the ground with rustle and gravel, but it stopped silently after the middle age person with closed eyes and leaning on the willows, like a sleepy middle age person around the hundred zhang.

Screen screen…

The stranger does not enter, the wind does not approach, the old candle does not go out.

The falsely sleepy man who was called a Hua Chang Deng trembled his eyelids and slowly opened his eyes.

In this gloomy place, it seems that the sword is coming out of dust.

The residual candle on the ancient table swayed automatically without wind, and a new drop of candle wax appeared in the sound of chi chi, which barely supported the shadow of the candle and prevented it from disappearing.

“Guizhe Holy Mountain is going to be broken again, this time, who is looking for me?”

Hua Chang Deng leaned against the broken willow, and his eyes covered the amazing sword intent.

He supported the ground with his hands, pushed his feet forward, and leaned against the broken willow behind his back to support himself, barely sitting upright.

“Da, da, da.”

The footsteps are getting closer.

A white robed man walked out of the corner, holding Sinan in his hand, and the hexagrams on the seal were heavy, and the Heavenly Dao Qi machine followed it.

Stepping out of each step, it seems that they are measuring this world.

Each step stepped out, Sinan went on, and the spirit spoon swayed lightly, leaving a thin trace on the hexagram pan.

Engraving, record.

Each step, he is growing.

The swaying old candle reflects the contours of the human face.

This is a man with an extremely upright appearance. The heavenly court is like Cheng Taiyu, full and square, and his eyebrows are like Star River, deep and faint.

The nose court is tall and straight, with sharp edges and corners.

Between Gu and Pan, if Saint looks down, he is full of pity for the world.

“Dao firmament?”

Leaning on the swan-like lanterns of broken willows, the voice finally became more surprised, “What are you doing?”

“Tap.”

The firmament of the Tao reached the hundred zhang in front of him, and stopped precisely.

His gaze first glanced at the famous sword hunter, then measured the length of the candle remnants, and smiled: “Can’t stand up yet?”

“Why stand up?” Hua Changdeng closed his eyes again, and even looked at the person in front of him more than a waste of time.

“How can a half-holy body be as sad as an old tree?” Daoqiangcang shook his head.

“The sword can be Dao Severing! To the sword saint, Dao Sage only has to stop leaving a message, and there is no respect for the respect.” Hua Changdeng’s voice was low, as if he was going to fall asleep.

“It can be said, overlooking the sky and the earth; but the sword can’t break the sky.”

“Sneer, ignorance.”

“Although it breaks the sky, there is Heaven beyond the Heaven.”

“Oh, ignorance.”

“Gou Yujian, who is only an old lamp and long companion, will snuggle up with willows, although he wants to stand but cannot wait, although he wants to wake up but is exhausted, suffering?” Daoqiang smiled in his eyes: “Bitterness! Painfulness! ……”

Hua Chang Deng seems to be asleep.

The breath became well-proportioned, and the snoring sound was about to come out.

“Gou Zhi Daoist!”

Daoqiang suddenly burst into tears, and even the candlelight trembled for three minutes, almost not being shocked.

Hua Changdeng shook his body and opened his eyes abruptly.

“Are you sick?!”

Daoqiang smiled and caressed his beard again, raised his hand with one hand, and said in a harmonious voice: “Gou holds Daoist, three thousand destiny is in the palm, and the peace of Myriad Realms is inherited. One person lives in the world, and incense pays tribute. Add the python bird, you say Golden Dragon, how lucky is it?”

He was nodded with intoxicated eyes.

“Fortunately, fortunately…”

“I’m sick! What are you doing here? Just to make a literal sentence, and then startled me?” Hua Changdeng turned over and moved to the other side of the tree.

“Don’t you think it’s beautiful? I have recently become fascinated by poetry and words. These words have great secrets and are very suitable for me.”

Daoqiang’s footsteps started, and suddenly stopped in midair: “Me, come in and chat?”

“Don’t enter.”

Hua Changdeng waved his hand disgustedly, “Who did you learn from the broken stuff? Is it your Dao ancestor again? If you really think it’s boring to live, just knock your Po Sinan on your head, Dao ancestor can tell you for a lifetime The Tao.”

“no no no ……”

Daoqiang waved his hands, stopped at hundred zhang, and did not step in after all.

Hua Changdeng said that he could not enter, so he stopped.

“These words were not taught by Taoist ancestors.”

“Heh, what kind of shit is that flattery for you, and even the smell of the whole body has changed?”

“You know…”

Daoqiangcang watched him with a smile, his voice paused, and then chanted loudly: “Single Sword East-Rising a Sword Immortal, drunk Yellow Springs and go to the blue sky, not to be a mundane guest, how can Gui Zhan be so sincere? “

Huh!

The candlelight went out suddenly.

The sound of the wind started.

The silhouette of Hua Chang Deng’s ghost-like shawl suddenly came to face, and the ghost hunter in his hand was lying between the exposed neck of the Taoist sky, and his eyes were full of madness.

In the low voice, there are ten murderous intentions.

“Do you want to die?”