I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

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"This is the Eight Masters!" A few words were full of pride. Everyone was relieved, as if they saw the Eighth Sword Immortal who was high-spirited and defeated the world back then, and they could also see the Eighth Sword Immortal who was downhearted but still complacent.

However

"Three-breathing innate, three-year sword immortal", or the celestial immortal who returned and was still the acquired spirit.

from that sentence

"Why don't you be at ease", it can be seen that his state of mind has never been turbulent. Success and failure seem to be nothing more than a life experience in his eyes, and both can be enjoyed.

Not pleased, not to have compassion. This state of indifference and detachment is surprising. The way of swordsmanship, the way of refining spirits, and even the three thousand ways of the Dao... A monk needs either talent, perseverance, or chance.

But anyway,

"Heart" is the most indispensable.

"Why don't you feel at ease when you become a banished immortal?" Many spiritual masters muttered this sentence, vaguely understanding why the eight gods are the eight gods, and they can only become the eight gods, but they can only feel ashamed.

With this kind of Dao heart, even if they only use three parts of talent and three parts of hard work, how can they not succeed? This is God chasing and feeding!

Even if the eight masters don't know how to practice swords, they will be able to do it overnight in other ways at a certain moment, right?

"Why not be free, why not be free..." Above the void, the condescending Dao Qiongcang was blocked by a word, but he wanted to applaud himself.

He really didn't expect that Ba Zun's words of derogation and innuendo would be easily resolved and counterattacked by such methods.

But if you think about it carefully... yes! How can this guy be an ordinary person, who can fluctuate his mood because of just a few words for outsiders?

Different from Rao Yaoyao's externalization of emotions and Xu Xiaoshou's flexibility, Ba Zun's arrogance has not weakened even if he looks downcast now.

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The word "exiled immortal" can be glimpsed: he never thinks that he has failed, but just comes to the mortal world temporarily to experience the world of mortals.

When the time limit expires, he will eventually skyrocket to a height of one foot.

"What happened back then really didn't have the slightest impact on him?"

"Everyone thinks that he has been degraded for thirty years. Is there a possibility...he just took the initiative to slow down and choose another path of cultivation?" It broke the mind of the eight masters.

If it was someone else, he wouldn't believe that someone could take the initiative to make such a choice and choose to be silent. If the eight gods are familiar with it, everything is possible.

So what's worth

"Three-breathing innate, three-year sword immortal" eight masters, let go of the rapid entry, instead choose a full thirty years to settle down, just waiting for the accumulation of accumulation, a blockbuster?

After Dao Qiongcang's thoughts settled down, Tong Kong slowly enlarged. He shook his head slightly, and said to the person below in a rather embarrassing tone: "Ba Zun Fan, Ba Zun Fan, what should I say... you really deserve it?"

"So far, do you think you can do it?" ——What is the master of Taoism talking about? In such a vast battlefield, no one could understand the meaning and implication of Dao Qiongcang's words when the conversation suddenly turned to the sky.

On top of the ruins, the eight deities just laughed lightly, bent down among the rubble, and picked up a fistful of sand with their left hand, which only had four fingers.

Everyone looked at him, not knowing why he did this, even Dao Qiongcang was puzzled. When Bazun straightened up again, he only gently released his four fingers, allowing the wind howling after the battle to carry away the quicksand from his fingertips little by little until the sand was almost gone, and a small bird appeared in his palm. Small, black, like a toon bug that has lost its breath of life.

The world is quiet, even the wind is waiting. The eight masters caressed the cold black insect with their fingertips, slowly closed their eyes, and said faintly: "The dust doesn't know what is fixed, and the toon worm doesn't know what is eternal life... So, I don't know what to do either." Talk to you about it."

"In your world, I'm too crazy. In my eyes, this is a normal step, one step forward." The eight gods took a step forward, raised their heads, and looked at the former opponent from a distance.

After a long time, he laughed uncontrollably, but in the end he couldn't say more: "How did the summer insect talk about ice? Scold him for laughing at Kunpeng!"

"Think whatever you want!" This time, let alone Dao Qiongcang, everyone could hear the disdain in the words of the Eight Masters.

I have heard that the Eighth Sword Immortal is crazy! But few people can think that one day they will be able to experience this wanton arrogance firsthand.

Even the unpredictable sky, in the eyes of his eight masters, is not from the same world? He actually thought that Dao Qiongcang couldn't understand him because of his lack of level?

"Hiss!" All the onlookers in the venue took a sharp breath, and couldn't help being even more curious that the eight masters knew what the picture was. What is that, even the Dao Palace Master can't accept it?

Bigger than the sky, more difficult to calculate and imagine than this void island situation? Only in the distance is the outsider, hugging Lei Xi'er who is still soundly sleeping Xu Xiaoshou, with a few strands of silver hair lifted by the wind pinned to her red lips, she can vaguely understand what Qiong Kung said.

I still remember that after the battle in the Eight Palaces, the saints and slaves shrank into a dark cave. At that time, Ba Zunwen was still guiding Xu Xiaoshou.

She was still Lei Xi'er in Mu Zixi's time, and had overheard the conversation between the two. when talking about

When it comes to the meaning of "If you don't become a saint, you will end up as a slave", Bazun once mentioned the reason for his canonization: "The saint is too vague, and the emperor is also unable to return to heaven."

"So I want to become a god, and I just wait for the day when I draw my sword again, and cut this filthy world to the brim with blood." At that time, Xu Xiaoshou and even Mu Zixi thought that such remarks floated above the surface, which was really too high. It's too empty, and it will be treated as a joke afterwards.

How can there be a game that a semi-sage and a saint emperor can't break? Now that the battle on the Void Island is over, Lei Xi'er believes that if Xu Xiaoshou wakes up again, he should be like himself, knowing that the eight masters have never joked before.

"Fengshen..."

"Beyond the semi-sage and the holy emperor, and point to the realm of conferring gods and proclaiming ancestors..."

"Is this his ambition?" Lei Xi'er pursed her lips silently, and lowered her eyes to glance at Xu Xiaoshou in her arms.

She felt that if she relied on herself alone, she might spend her entire life without having such crazy ideas. But with Xu Xiaoshou here, thinking about it at this moment, he could calmly accept this crazy existence.

Those who sleep soundly in their arms will have no less ambition than this. In the sky, Dao Qiongcang didn't have many good colors to see on his face.

Just because of the importance he paid, he couldn't ignore the words of the Eight Venerable Masters just like what others said.

But when you think about it carefully, it's still too irritating! After so many years, the Eight Venerables are still so defiant, and even his Dao Qiongchuang has not been able to enter his Dharma eyes?

Oh, how noble it is! Dao Qiongcang sneered, his mood soon stabilized, and he said noncommittally: "Every line is like a mountain, I can only wish you success."

"But I can't wish you success!" The Eight Masters turned back, pointing out something,

"Old Daoist Saobao, I don't know about others, but I know a little about your thoughts..." After a pause, the eight masters glanced in Lei Xi'er's direction. To be precise, they looked at Xu Xiaoshou, and then slowly Shaking his head: "I advise you, it's best not to." Dao Qiongcang narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

At the right time, Xu Xiaoshou in Lei Xi'er's arms groaned, and opened his eyes, just in time to meet the averted eyes of the eight gods.

"Are they talking about me?" he

"Perceive" to gain insight into the audience.

"Are you awake?" Lei Xi'er was pleasantly surprised.

"No, it's your old eyesight...are they talking about me?"

"Cursed, passive value, +1." Lei Xi'er's beautiful eyes turned cold, she threw Xu Xiaoshou out, and spat: "You think too much, you are so important?"

"I'm so important!" Xu Xiaoshou pouted, standing in the air with unfinished thoughts, feeling the cool wind, clearly not as sweet as nephrite's warm bosom, he suddenly regretted waking up.

But it is more important to sense the sea of ​​Qi immediately. Not long after, Xu Xiaoshou saw that his Qi Sea was short and his foundation was damaged.

With a thump in his heart, Xu Xiaoshou's face turned pale.

"How are you?" Lei Xi'er supported the confused fool who staggered and almost fell.

"It's okay, there's nothing serious..." Xu Xiaoshou waved his hands while cursing madly. The sea of ​​qi was cracked, and the Dao foundation was actually damaged!

He was frantically transporting his passive skills, but he was only transported back to his senses, and the rest of his injuries did not know whether he could recover.

Even if it can, judging from this speed... How long will it take to return to the previous state?

"It can't really be repaired, can it?"

"It's true, forcibly accepting the power of the Four Great Sage Emperors, and finally slashing out a sword of Prajna Wu after exhaustion, it's too reluctant!" Xu Xiaoshou's face was weird, and he finally calmed himself down.

No serious problem, no serious problem... The eight masters of the family lost two fingers, and they couldn't recover after so many years, and they can continue to practice swords.

The injury on his body should be insignificant. He is doing psychological counseling by himself here, and Lei Xi'er saw Xu Xiaoshou's indifferent expression.

The appearance of "don't care", on the contrary, he knows that this guy is in serious trouble. She didn't say much, just grabbed Xu Xiaoshou's hand with her backhand and accompanied her quietly.

"Worried, passive value, +1."

"Don't worry..." Xu Xiaoshou was talking, his body froze suddenly, his hands felt numb, and they were sleeveless and scorched.

Soon he squinted his eyes and looked towards the battlefield.

"What are they talking about?" Lei Xi'er glanced at him: "Talking about something specious, something ordinary people can't understand."

"that is you!"

"Um?"

"Oh, I mean tell me, maybe I can understand you."

"Oh, you're so smart." Lei Xi'er glanced at him coldly, not intending to argue with the injured, and told what the two had said just now.

Xu Xiaoshou rubbed his chin thoughtfully. The picture of the eight masters is very big, and Dao Qiongcang's guess is not small.

But the former sealed the sword in order to confer gods, and what is the latter for? Same? Or something else, but with the same purpose?

Xu Xiaoshou's mind suddenly jumped into Dao Qiongcang's arm that seemed to be made of jade, which had been illuminated before, and was powerful enough to blow away the power of the bluestone emperor of the god prison.

Recalling that Lao Daoist Sao Bao was actually a calm man on the outside, but a maniac on the inside, who was also stopped by the five great emperors' families because of some research.

Xu Xiaoshou had a guess or two in his mind. Maybe the Tao is different, but the picture of Tao Qiongcang is not much lower than the road of the eight gods, and even more shocking?

In the distance, the two fell into a brief stalemate, like old friends reunited, staring at each other for a long time, clearly a little affectionate.

As Xu Xiaoshou looked at it, the corners of his lips almost turned up. But the confrontation between the two quickly collapsed. Dao Qiongcang laughed suddenly, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth: "How do summer worms talk about ice? Scold them for laughing at Kunpeng!" The eight masters then flicked the dead worms away from their palms, and said softly: "Ants follow suit, the way to death .”

"Eight Masters, you are too crazy!"

"If you don't match your virtue, you will fail. This is the reason why you were suspended, so let it go."

"you……"

"It's just a piece of advice, that's all, it's up to you whether you want to listen to it or not." The eight masters waved their hands and interrupted Dao Qiongcang's words, obviously not wanting to say more.

hum! Just as Dao Qiongcang was about to refute, the Void Island trembled, and the power of the Holy Emperor gathered around it rapidly.

"Hmm." Lei Xi'er snorted, and the white flames ignited on her body again. Although Bai Yan didn't hurt her, but it was the power of the Holy Emperor after all, even if she was the Ultimate Demon Physique, she still had to bear the pain caused by the appearance of the power.

Xu Xiaoshou has personally experienced this kind of pain, so he naturally knows it. He frowned, and the red gluttonous animal head appeared behind him, and he opened his mouth to swallow all the power emerging from Lei Xi'er.

Dine!

With a sound of "Dole", Lei Xi'er recovered, but Xu Xiaoshou almost groaned.

"Oh~" He finally couldn't suppress it, and his seriously injured body was healed a lot by this energy. But with just this sound, he noticed Lei Xi'er's strange eyes on the side, he hastily whispered, coughed and said: "You don't have to come out, there is only a harmless Dao Qiongcang left, and you are not needed." What Xi'er has on her body is exactly the power of Zhao's ancestor.

Xu Xiaoshou has a little guess as to why the ancestor of Jinzhao dare not possess himself. Perhaps, it was precisely because it sensed the danger - there might be a danger similar to that of Yu Jin's seal breaking into his body with his intelligence, but being beheaded by the passive system.

Therefore, at the time of the Four Divine Pillars, the ancestor chose Lei Xi'er according to the opportunity. It doesn't matter, and it doesn't affect the final outcome anyway.

Now that everything is over, the eight gods are going to get rid of Dao Qiongcang. Xu Xiaoshou, who had been brilliant for a while, knew that it would not take such a big show to deal with mere semi-saints, so he made a noise.

According to the strength of the ancestor, he disappeared, and he really didn't come out.

"Am I good?" Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyebrows proudly, and soon realized that Bing Binglian was no longer a junior junior sister, and turned his head away to make fun of himself.

"It's so-so..." There seemed to be a low-pitched voice in my ears. Xu Xiaoshou was so keen that he could barely hear, so he glanced over immediately: "What are you talking about!" Feng raised his silver hair, blurred his side face, and Lei Xi'er stared at the distant battlefield intently, the battle was imminent.

"Weird..." Xu Xiaoshou whispered, trying to shake off Lei Xi'er's hand but couldn't.

The rich spirit of life is transmitted through the warmth of the palm all the time, and is quickly transformed by the method of breathing, nourishing the injury.

Xu Xiaoshou opened his mouth, about to speak out. There was a loud roar in the distance, and his sentence

"I have a seal of life in my Yuan Mansion" was interrupted.

"Long—" He looked up, but seeing the two people whose conversation had collapsed, he shot without thinking. The eight masters only mobilized three-quarters of the power of the four divine pillars, and Dao Qiongcang chose to blew himself up without saying a word!

Yes, it is self-destruct! The roaring sound did not swing out, did not change, and did not hurt anyone.

Instead, under the wrapping of a layer of secret art, all the traces left by the sky on the void island are erased.

The eight gods were familiar with the cyan chains raised by their sides, so they naturally lost their target. Oh, how fast you run. Looking at the black hole of nothingness in front of him, feeling the aura belonging to the Dao firmament that gradually disappeared into nothingness, the eight gods just shook their heads and smiled, and let go of this matter.

It is impossible for him to win Dao Qiongcang, this has long been expected. This guy has prepared countless backhands for himself, and it is impossible for him to be caught after he is forced to carry it like the Sage Emperor Huang Ze, and he will damage his own power.

He is very shrewd! This round, it can be said that he has never really stepped into it, and he is wise and safe. It's just... If you don't enter this game, if you are in the game, where can you escape?

The eight masters stretched their hands into their bosoms, took out a sound transmission stone, faced the huge black hole in front of them, and looked around at the trembling people on the void island.

It's time to end. When the spiritual energy was injected, Bazun's body trembled violently, but he concealed such a huge shock very well, and he always hid the stone in his palm.

As a result, the sound of Dao was exhausted and reverberated in all directions. This was also advice that Dao Qiongcang could not hear!

"Daily daydreams often come true."

"I want to free myself, and enter the way of madness."