I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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“The sword bearer has no god in his chest and no Buddha in his heart…”

“One sword is supreme, those who disobey will cut it, and those who disobey will cut it…”

“Where the Tao is, the heart yearns for it, the body is more than a sword, higher than the sky…”

Gou Wuyue suddenly staggered a few steps, looking at the silhouette of the eight masters leaving slowly, the picture of the two getting acquainted on the eve of the battle of the ten masters appeared in his mind.

At that time, Moonless Sword Immortal was famous all over the world.

The name of the eighth Sword Immortal has gained a great reputation in the Central Region.

The two cherished each other, and Gou Wuyue asked what a sword is, and the eight masters had a few words, and then he gave his own answer.

It is true that there is no Buddha in his heart, but a natural god with a sword.

The swordsmen who pursue Peak have never had so-called beliefs, or their beliefs, just swords, just themselves.

Once there is something hanging on the head, the sword will be blocked inexplicably.

Gou Wuyue understands this truth.

The eight statues at that time knew the same truth.

But nowadays, they have not seen each other for decades, and the two sides have parted ways.

One became the first slave of Saint, and the other became Sovereign in the temple of Saint.

It seems that everyone has their own ambitions, and each has its own future.

You can take a closer look, the eight masters are still the eight masters of the year, the sky is one foot eight masters, and the first eight masters of the saint slaves.

Along the way, even if he lost under the sword of Hua Chang Deng, there was still nothing that could hang above his head.

But what about yourself?

The golden Buddha’s radiance dissipated, leaving only hundreds of floating corpses in the field, and blood flowing into a river.

Gou Wuyue looked up at the sky, and he saw the sky that was already broken under the eight masters of a sword.

But behind the sky, there is a majestic Holy Mountain hanging over my head.

-Guizhe Holy Mountain!

There is nothing on the heads of the eight masters.

There is far more than one person in his head.

“Bend in fear? I am too low…”

Gou Wuyue groaned, his eyes a little lost.

Suddenly he understood why the eight masters shook their heads frequently, and they always had an attitude of indifferent expression when they asked him repeatedly.

On the other side’s slightly curved back, what bears is the entire sky, the suppression of the avenue, and Saint’s looking down.

Even so, he still dared to say “bow in fear, I am too low”.

This also shows that even if the Hua Chang Deng three swords cut off his two fingers and cut his head back then, he still never took seriously.

It is even said that the suppression of the prohibition on arms for so many years has been threatened and suppressed by all parties.

The eight saint slaves who are well-versed in leadership have never taken it seriously, and even have a dismissive attitude of disdain and carelessness.

He is not afraid!

But what about yourself?

Gou Wuyue lowered her eyes and saw the sound of the famous Jian Nulan on the ground.

“Perhaps, he is right?”

Gou Wuyue suddenly became sober as he asked.

He was beckoned, the famous Jiankeng started with a cry, and then shouted at the distant back: “Eight masters, do you know the ultimate consequence of fighting against those people?!”

Click.

The eight masters stopped, and he didn’t look back.

“Don’t you know?”

The dead branches are broken.

Under the big Buddha, trifling can withstand the strength once the branches are broken?

Hand is empty.

The eight masters are carefreely smiled, carefreely smiled on the concave scar on the thumb.

“But what about it?”

“Being right… After the three swords, it has already started. Even if they don’t come to me, one day, I will go to them.”

“By then, if you have not awakened, my departed spirit under this sword will have one more life for you.”

Silence.

Gou Wuyue returned in low spirits after failing. His questioning was like throw a stone and see it sink without trace in the sea, and what he got was a slightly shocking ripple as expected.

too.

Ruuo the ambition of that person is still there, Ruuo he was simply never beheaded to death by the three swords of Hua Chang Deng.

Shouldn’t this reply be a reasonable answer?

Or maybe, what happened here is really just a signal.

After all, although the movement is big, the eight masters are only dead branches picked up from the ground.

And what he prepared was something that even the former eighth Sword Immortal 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 step by step walk away, and suddenly remembered something, the eight masters who floated up and lost a laugh.

Sometimes he would envy such people.

But people are in the bureau, involuntarily.

It is Sword Immortal and Tai Xu, who can only look at the scenery outside the cage with envy.

“Freedom, who doesn’t yearn for it?”

Muttered, looking back at the corpses everywhere, even Gou Wuyue still couldn’t help corner of mouth twitching.

Capture a Mulberry Qiye, die white clothed seven hundred.

This is still because of the demonic energy that loves the common people, the reason why the eight gods can’t understand it.

Otherwise, it is very likely that this battle will really lead to nothing.

Thinking back to the Holy Force that had passed away in the last moment, Gou Wuyue was helpless.

“Seal the sword until you are old, and you will become holy.”

“I don’t know how long it will take to break through to Innate halfway, and then return to the Natural State…”

With a flick of his sleeve robe, one silhouette appeared.

As soon as Yuzhi Wenfu landed, he was frightened by the headless corpses all over the floor.

“This!?”

“Don’t ask.”

“Huh?”

“Just what you see.”

“?”

“Let’s go, it’s time to switch.” Gou Wuyue seemed to be tens of years old all of a sudden, and laughed at herself, “This time, it should be a reward, or a punishment… well, lead…”

He lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yuzhiwen hurriedly kept up.

Gou Wuyue stopped suddenly and turned around and said: “After you go back, tell me everything you know about that little stone…Xu Xiaoshou.”

Yuzhi Wen startled.

For a long time, the eyeball gu lu turned, and the star pupil blinked.

“Good.”

……

In Space Crack.

“Is this the Great Buddha Sword?”

Behind the storyteller in the red skirt, Xu Xiaoshou with a cat waist suddenly poked his head out.

Since he was thrown away by Sang Lao, he was rescued by the storyteller, and the two should have left at the same time.

But when the situation changed and the eight masters appeared, the storyteller could no longer ignore it.

Adhering to the same Haitanger’s idea, if it is the moment of crisis, you will have to replace the eight masters if you are desperate.

But how can I ever think that the scene of the hundreds of virtual images of the Buddha ascending to the sky, slashed with a sword, ended everyone’s sadness.

The eight masters are still the eight masters.

The eighth Sword Immortal has never changed.

“This is too strong…”

The storyteller murmured, even Xu Xiaoshou’s question was never heard, his eyes were full of twinkling little stars, and the love in his eyes was almost overflowing.

“Here.”

Xu Xiaoshou pointed to the mirror in front of him.

In the picture, the eight masters in the sky were out of sight of Gou Wuyue, their bodies began to tremble, and their hands and feet were obviously a little vain.

Immediately after a few violent coughs, the blood came with fragments of the five internal organs, almost coughing out the lungs.

“big brother!”

The storyteller immediately thought of the repercussions after his big brother started, but the figure has not moved yet, and a begonia flower is in full bloom under the eight masters.

Under the closure, the whole person is disappeared.

“tsk tsk, you are a step slower, your giegie was robbed~”

Xu Xiaoshou tilted his head and teased his tone.

The storyteller glared at him irritably, without talking nonsense, beckoned directly, and the two of them switched at the speed of light in Space Crack.

The Blade of Void Turbulence that brushed quickly disappeared.

Xu Xiaoshou felt that after only a few breaths, people returned to the ground and sensed the familiar Dao Qi.

“What is your ability?”

He was curious.

If this is a space, it doesn’t look like it.

After all, Xu Xiaoshou has seen Ye Xiaotian’s Power of Space.

But it is not Space Attribute…

Xu Xiaoshou thinks of the ancient book space of the man in the red dress, as well as the avenues and scenes that can be completely reproduced, it makes no sense at all.

“The world in the mirror.”

The storyteller seems to really regard Xu Xiaoshou as his own, and he is unambiguous, explaining:

“People’s abilities, to put it bluntly, are just a mirror copy, but the “Yin and Yang Life and Death” is the Supreme Treasure. With the cooperation, it can be used similar to Space Power.”

“Understood?”

Xu Xiaoshou nodded.

Now he understands.

Originally, the ancient book space was the formidable power of “Yin and Yang Life and Death”, but the mirror world, such as the Spiritual Melt and Lijian Grassland, was reproduced by the storyteller himself.

Think about it this way.

Even if it is not a space, such an ability is really terrifying!

“Mirror re-engraving…”

Xu Xiaoshou feels that there is nothing simple for saint slaves.

The abilities and treasures it possesses allow each of these people to be on their own.

To put it bluntly, maybe it is,

If it weren’t for such an outstanding ability, how could the eighth Sword Immortal be photographed and become one of the nine saint slaves?

While thinking about it, the ground squirmed suddenly.

Then, a Begonia flower was in full bloom, and Begonia’s silhouette appeared with eight statues that were so weak that they were so pale.

“What about Mr. Sang, what do you say?”

Xu Xiaoshou did not delay for half a minute, and hurriedly stepped forward to inquire.

Although he was always on the sidelines, he could clearly see that Cen Qiaofu was brought out by the eight masters, and Old Sang was still in Gou Wuyue’s body.

“My second child is out of play.”

Eight masters seemed to be unable to say a word, his lips squirmed a few times, and Haitang’er was speaking for him.

“The “Evil Sin Bow” that loves common people is one of the nine Supreme Divine Artifacts opened by Chaos. If it is ranked, it can be as famous as the “Four Swords”.”

“And love the common people shot that arrow with half-sacred power, it is fortunate that the second child can not die, let alone the demonic energy, no one can solve it!”

“Neither can he?” Xu Xiaoshou pointed to the wilted eight masters.

“He really can’t.” Haitang’er said solemnly.

“cough cough cough ……pu!”

Eight Masters seemed to be struggling to refute, but after a violent cough, a mouthful of blood was sprayed directly behind Haitang’er’s ear.

“Cursed, passive value, +1.”

“……”

Several people were silent for a few moments, and they all 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 were nodded at the same time, and the Begonia flowers bloomed again, and the silhouette was disappeared.

The end of the battle.

The sky was filled with bitterness and scars were everywhere.

Even Heaven and Earth were shattered, even if at one time, it should be the setting sun like blood, and the west wind withered.

At the moment.

Without him, only quiet.

……

pa pa pa ……

Under the moonlit night, among the caves.

Piles of bonfires and crackling of firewood.

Xu Xiaoshou controlled Bai Yan in one hand, warming up the barbecue for everyone, while using his “perception” to peep at the people sitting around him.

Eight Masters, Begonia, Storyteller…

Two big Peak Dao Severings, plus a white clothed seven hundred with a sword that can defeat the eight masters of Moonless Sword Immortal.

Never even for a moment, Xu Xiaoshou dared to imagine that he could be together with such a big man.

Even in a dream, he dare not do it like this.

“Everything is impermanent, I am afraid it is this time!”

In front of him is the Three Great Giants, sitting beside him are the awakened Tear Shuangxing, Lorere, and own junior sister, Mu Zixi.

These people are much more interesting.

Luo Leilei made no secret, staring at Xu Xiaoshou with big eyes scorchingly, with amusement, teasing, and cunning trying to tease him.

But with the senior, she didn’t dare to talk nonsense.

And two lines of tears, this guy lost his wings after being kicked to death by the bloody Ox Head Man incarnation of Xin gu gu.

Apparently, the storyteller saved his life.

After a short rest, it is half-blood resurrected at this moment.

The pale and fuzzy face was shimmering in the light of the bonfire, and the direction of its head tilted to face Mu Zixi.

Mu Zixi only glanced at this ugly face carefully, but did not dare to look at it more, and shrank to Xu Xiaoshou’s side.

She was also saved by the storyteller after being thrown into the space stream by Sang Lao.

At this moment, sitting in front of the tears, I feel like sitting on pins and needles.

“Xu Xiaoshou, what does he always see me doing?”

With the sound of cautiously, Mu Zixi moved his buttocks and regarded Xu Xiaoshou as a shield.

Xu Xiaoshou, who specializes in game in his hands and uses spiritual medicine as a seasoning, is showing off his skill in “cooking proficiency”. He didn’t think much about it. Hearing this was to start by asking: “What do you keep looking at my Junior Sister? “

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at him.

Obviously Mu Zixi has sound transmission, Xu Xiaoshou is very generous.

Or to put it another way, he is not yet familiar with sound transmission.

The double lines of tears seemed to be startled, and the lips and teeth flicked: “I am blind.”

Xu Xiaoshou’s hand stiffened, his hands were grown, and he suddenly turned his head unhappy, fiercely clasped Mu Zixi’s head.

“People are… uh, how do I look at you? Besides, what do I look at you, do you have any comments?”

Mu Zixi hugged her head to talk, everyone was watching at the same time, her mouth slumped, and the person in the Bay of Tears’ Eyes couldn’t say anything.

“Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1…”

The scene fell silent again.

Xu Xiaoshou watched sitting for so long, and several big guys hadn’t spoken yet, he simply turned his head and looked towards the two lines of tears.

Since playing Heavenly Mulberry Spirit Palace, he has been very curious about this guy.

After Mu Zixi opened his eyes, 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 might be the connection between these two people?

Mu Zixi’s secret, it is impossible to find a solution to this person?

“Your eyes…”

Xu Xiaoshou just opened his mouth and saw everyone’s surprised eyes cast. Obviously, this kind of topic similar to revealing scars is not suitable for direct questioning.

But he didn’t care, he hesitated, still asked: “Is there a story?”

“en. “

The two lines of tears should be peaceful, without looking up.

The scene was quiet again.

Xu Xiaoshou was dumbfounded.

That’s it?

He glanced back at Mu Zixi, straight to the point: “God and devil pupil, do you know?”