I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Dead, dead?"

The Black Angel of Jihad was stabbed with a dagger.

It has to be said that this really surprised everyone.

The transcendent ghost beast that has been entangled with the red clothes for so long, was immediately killed by the storyteller when it came out?

"How strong is this?"

The red clothes can fight fiercely with ghosts and beasts, but if the enemy they are facing is an existence that no matter how well they play, they cannot match it.

A deep sense of despair rose in the hearts of everyone.

How to fight this?

Completely unsolvable, okay?

Lan Ling can clearly see the faint gray color rising from all the faces in red, which is a sign that she can't raise any fighting spirit at all.

"Steady."

She immediately sent a message to everyone: "The storyteller is strong, but not so strong. Don't forget, this is his ancient book space."

"Everything he does is nothing more than using the power of space to deify himself, so that everyone puts down their arms and listens to his orders."

"Be timid before fighting, is this the attitude of Hong Yi?!"

Everyone woke up.

Yes.

Indeed.

Although it is said that the vigil has changed the rules of the world into a dark tone, and won a little advantage.

However, this is only the geographical advantage in the space of ancient books.

No matter how it changes, in the final analysis, everyone is still in the space controlled by the storyteller.

It was like entering the realm of the enemy's throne.

The opponent looks strong.

But thinking about it from another angle, if everyone is in the realm of the night watch now, the night watch may not be unable to do all of this.

"Restrain your mind and don't mess up your mentality."

Lan Ling said heavily: "Put your position right, as long as you break through the space of ancient books, there will be a large array of Fengtian to help you, only one person guarding the night..."

She looked over to the vigil.

Vigil nodded silently.

"I can."

As soon as the three words fell, the flames of war rekindled in Hong Yi's eyes.

Yes.

The storyteller is certainly stronger.

But on my side, in addition to the letter of serious injury, there are Lan Ling, Hei Ming and Vigil, plus the "Sealing the Sky Array".

As long as you break through the space of ancient books, you may not be unable to take down the storyteller.

Hei Ming glanced at Vigil lightly.

He could see the old man's face was heavy.

Can?

hehe.

If it was possible, with this guy's irritable personality, it was impossible for him to endure Xin's injury.

But at this moment, belief is extremely important.

Hei Ming would not be so stupid as to attack his own people.

The real way to break the situation is to blow up the ancient book space and contact the outside world.

The "Holy Slave" should have been dealt with by Bai Yi!

Isn't that so?

...

"What are you thinking about again?"

The storyteller looked at the many red-clothed people whose fighting spirit had revived, and said amusedly, "Useless struggle won't bring you much good results, just be obedient and be patient."

"People have said that they don't like killing people."

"Come here this time, the picture is just..."

Stretching out his hand, the storyteller snatched the black sword from the hand of the headless figure passing by just as the ghostly aura dissipated.

"There are four swords, that's all."

Boom!

Boom!

The head and body of the Black Angel of Jihad hit the ground one after another, splashing dust all over the place.

Yu Zhiwen Xingtong shuddered violently.

The holy war black angel, shrouded in ghost mist from beginning to end, did not reveal his true face until his death.

But why did the face of the head that fell to the ground look so familiar?

"Cheng Xingchu?"

With a sudden twitch in his heart, Yu Zhiwen couldn't hide the horror in his eyes.

Cheng Xingchu, could it be a ghost?

"You know?" Lan Ling noticed Yu Zhiwen's mood swings, and asked with a tilted head.

Yu Zhiwen still couldn't believe it, but he still explained: "The branch of the Holy God Hall in Dongtianwang City, a member of the Cheng family, Cheng Xingchu."

Lan Ling frowned.

After a while of silence, he sighed softly.

"Used."

After saying that, she immediately came to her senses.

In the battle situation, apart from the terrifying existence of the storyteller, there should be one last character who has never appeared.

Ling Nian immediately set up the vigil, and Lan Ling asked, "How was the previous situation? The man from the 'Xuyue Gray Palace'..."

"coming."

Vigil looked down.

At the same time, the void suddenly shook.

Even when he got the storyteller with four swords, he couldn't help bowing his head.

On the side of the ground where Cheng Xingchu's head rolled down, a smooth arm suddenly stretched out from the crack in the void and grabbed the head directly.

In the next second, the caramel figure walked out of the crack.

The gray robe is torn, and the purple chain is no longer there.

Even the hair band was interrupted, and his hair was disheveled, as if he had encountered a big battle in the shattered flow of space.

"Yo, there's another one?"

The storyteller took a step back with a smile, felt the strong ghostly aura of this person, and said slowly: "Your mission?" He looked at the red clothes.

Killing intent exploded in Vigil's eyes instantly.

The woman's distressed appearance was created by him in the broken space.

At that time, the breath on his body was not so terrifying, it was just an ordinary throne.

But now, after stepping into the battle situation, with just a glance, Vigil knew that the woman had already removed the "restriction object".

"Zhan Dao... As expected of a ghost beast, it is another headache-like existence!"

"Moo—"

With a roar, four tall and unparalleled tauren came running across the sky.

The watchman wanted to move, but Caramel turned around and said softly, "Can you give me some time?"

"Time?" Watching the night was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Lan Ling.

Lan Ling immediately knew the idea of ​​caramel sugar.

At this moment in the ancient book space.

The biggest enemy of Hongyi and Guishou is not each other, but the storyteller.

And when Hong Yi still couldn't deal with the storyteller.

Caramelized sugar, seems to have the idea of ​​fighting it?

"There are four swords?"

Lan Ling's thoughts froze, and her eyes fell on the four swords on the storyteller.

Is it because of this?

Yes!

Of all the people who came to Lijian Grassland, which one was not for the Four Swords?

That is to say, this ghost beast body, which seems to be only as strong as Zhan Dao, wants to snatch food from the mouth of a tiger, and snatch four swords from the storyteller?

Although I don't know what this woman's plan is, but...

"cooperate?"

Lan Ling hesitated for a while.

The collaboration between the red clothes and the ghosts and beasts is simply the idea of ​​the great master of the wild world.

But under the strong pressure of the storyteller, it turned out to be a matter of choice.

In order to have the Four Swords, one side tried to break through the space of ancient books...

Lan Ling paused, unable to make a choice for a while.

"Can."

But the vigil helped to answer.

Having fought against this woman, he could vaguely sense that the other party had even more terrifying trump cards.

At this time, the best solution is to let the "Holy Slave" and the "Xuyue Gray Palace" fight internally.

As long as the battle is fought loud enough, it is not a problem to break the ancient book space.

And the grievances and grievances between the red clothes and the ghosts...

Get out, let's solve it!

"this?"

Hei Ming turned his head, somewhat unacceptable.

But before he could question, Lan Ling had already made up his mind.

"All, retreat!"

with a wave.

With a flash of light, the power of the great array directly sent all the red clothes to the extreme rear.

Watching the fire from the other side is a pleasure!

...

"Little sister, do you want to fight with others?"

The storyteller looked at the caramel candies on the ground with great interest, he didn't know where this sister got her confidence.

Just for having four swords?

Do you have this strength!

"I just want to ask a question..."

Caramel Sugar took a deep breath, "Senior Feng, is it in your hands?"

She doesn't want to fight.

But it appeared when he thought it was just to recycle the ghost orb, but when he got closer, he could feel the ghostly aura of the storyteller.

——Seal the breath!

Think back to what Xu Xiaoshou once said.

Perhaps, there is nowhere to find if you break through the iron shoes.

Senior Feng, it's really on the storyteller!

"Senior Feng?"

The storyteller tilted his head and pondered for a while, "Which character? I've never heard of it."

"To put it another way," Caramel Tang's eyes were burning, "seal the ghost beast."

"Oh, you said it?"

The storyteller looked dazed, and said indifferently: "That's a new pet, is it your senior?"

After a pause, the storyteller shook his head.

"Sorry, this is a small gift. If someone wants to give it to someone else, it should be unlikely to return it to you."

"Senior Feng..." Frenzy rose in Caramel Tang's eyes.

God knows, for this mission, she and Xin Gugu trekked across mountains and rivers, coming from the southern region, and experienced many twists and turns.

In the end, Senior Feng was actually trapped?

"Holy slave..."

"The storyteller..."

The enemies are very strong.

Caramel wouldn't even think of talking, provoking, if possible.

But as long as it is for the mission, all obstructions should be crushed!

"Then there is nothing to say."

A palm slapped Cheng Xingchu's head.

Caramel Tang's action of wanting to get back the ghost orb also turned into a prompting seal.

"Seal of Xuyue, solve."

There was a bang.

The earth was directly blown to pieces by the gray air waves bursting from Caramel Sugar.

A gray full moon suddenly rose above the sky that had been soaked in darkness for most of the time.

Under the moonlight, Caramel Tang leaped forward with both hands, and his complexion gradually became ferocious.

"Jihad Black Angel, open!"

The blood on the pretty face was drained instantly, the caramel seemed to have aged several decades, and there were a few wrinkles on her face.

And the ghost orb that has obtained the essence of life is no longer limited by the ghost and beast hosts before, and directly floats into the air.

"Boom!"

There was a loud explosion.

Cheng Xingchu's head didn't even support it for a moment, but it was blown into blood mist.

In the next second, the thick blood mist was directly absorbed by the ghost bead.

The earth began to squirm.

The sea of ​​blood that Xin Gugu summoned earlier, the blood that soaked into the bottom due to the cracking of the earth, was also summoned.

A misty blood color floats in the void.

One strand after another, it became dense into a mist, and then swallowed by the ghost beast beads in big mouthfuls.

Behind, all the red-clothed people watching from a distance frowned.

This kind of weird and inhuman method is almost unbearable for everyone.

But this time it was the ghost beast who wanted to fight the "Holy Slave".

Even if it was the vigil, he clenched his fists and endured it.

"What a terrifying power..."

Xu Xiaoshou, who was hiding underground and only wanted to escape from the battle scene, couldn't help being attracted at this moment.

Indeed.

The methods of ghosts and beasts are very disgusting.

Even at this moment, he couldn't help but feel disgusted in his heart, and he faintly understood the red clothes' determination to exterminate the genocide.

As for Cheng Xingchu's death...

Indeed, it is too embarrassing!

Although it only has a very bad impression, but this kind of death...

Well, it's not incomprehensible.

After all, everyone who came to Lijian Grassland should be prepared to die.

Death is an instant thing.

What caramel sugar does is to use the residual value after death.

Even Hong Yi couldn't bear to look at this kind of method.

But Xu Xiaoshou understood that Lan Ling's previous wave of fishing was essentially taking advantage of the lives of those who practiced in the White Cave.

"Anyway, there is no good bird."

Xu Xiaoshou was full of worries.

He originally thought that once the storyteller, who had been planning for so long, appeared, he could forcefully suppress all existence.

But now, things seem to have changed?

But unfortunately...

Looking up at the indifferent storyteller, Xu Xiaoshou almost cursed.

Why the hell can't you curb your gaming mentality?

Do you have to let the enemy's strength take shape, and then compete in a grandiose manner?

Toxic it is!

I want to persuade a wave, but everyone is in the game now.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't dare to expose himself easily.

He can only hope for a little extravagance, that the thighs he hangs next to him will not lose the chain at critical moments.

...

"Jihad Black Angel...?"

The storyteller is indeed watching.

He had vaguely heard the legend of this ghost beast, but it was very vague.

I was also very disappointed when I saw the fighting power of this ghost beast before.

But now, it seems that this ghost beast is only limited by its host body, and its strength can be even stronger?

"How far will it grow?"

The storyteller's eyes were full of curiosity.

If possible, he would like to add one more gift to his brother, after all, good things come in pairs.

"Don't stop me?"

Caramel Sugar swallowed a elixir and managed to erase the wrinkles on his face.

But the loss of vitality cannot be made up for in a while.

Originally, many measures were prepared to prevent the real formation of the holy war black angel from being disturbed.

It's unbelievable that the storyteller is so arrogant.

"Chance!"

"This is an opportunity!"

Caramel, who was still slightly happy in his heart, suddenly found that behind the storyteller, the four big tauren were galloping, the scene was so familiar.

Isn't this the scene where the black angel of the jihad died before?

"Stop!"

Caramel Tang was impatient, "Xin Gu Gu, stop!"

"Moo—"

A bull roar sounded in the adjacent land.

Xin Gugu, who was completely transformed from ghosts and beasts, lost all his sanity and couldn't understand Caramel Tang's words at all.

Why stop?

The storyteller turned around with a smile and looked ahead with a calm and calm expression.

In the next second, put your palms together.

"boom!"

The space in front of the four bull-headed men suddenly collapsed, and the black hole shattered and twisted, directly devouring the four rushing bull-monsters.

"Chi Chi Chi..."

Blood spattered and scattered in all directions.

Before flying very far, it was sucked in by the broken flow of the black hole again.

"Fission?"

The storyteller is full of love.

He really wanted to know if this ghost beast really had such an ability.

So after this wave of attacks, can every drop of blood turn into a little calf demon?

If so, this third gift should be considered even more rare.

"Xin Gu Gu..."

Caramel Sugar looked at Xin Gugu who was swallowed up by the black hole space and no longer existed, and stretched out his hand in mid-air, and froze immediately.

"Beautiful and charming."

The weird smile that this guy would deliberately squeeze out after his brain twitched echoed in his ears.

Every time, after he whipped his legs, he would let go of all his defenses and let himself explode.

Then he used that disgusting blood drop rebirth technique to disgust himself.

Can……

Can!

Caramel covered his head and knelt down on the ground weakly with a bang.

"But... it shouldn't, it shouldn't be like this, just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer!"

My brain buzzed and exploded.

In front of Caramel Sugar, the scene when Xin Gugu parted from him in the White Cave seemed to appear again.

"Ann, just leave it to me, you go to Xu Xiaoshou first."

"I lay in ambush in the Lijian Grassland for a few days, refining the sea of ​​blood first, and hiding it deep underground, the kind that even the red clothes can't find."

"At that time, as long as you come over, I will go straight up and make a wave, and everyone will be able to pull into the water."

"No matter how bad it is, if there is a loss, the power of blood energy can also awaken the ghost beast orb, and it will be fine if the task can be completed... Then what is the senior seal?"

"I don't understand these, anyway, I'm in charge of the fight, so let's go!"

From the Southern Territory, from the Xuyue Gray Palace, from Lord Greedy God...

until now!

"He obviously, so cowardly..."

Caramel Tang's eyes were about to burst, and he clutched the ground stone tightly.

She suddenly realized that the so-called ghosts and beasts don't need feelings, and everything the so-called elders ordered and ordered...

It's all useless!

Before Xin Gugu was crushed, she also thought she could do it.

Everything, for the task.

but now……

Holding the ghost beast bead with one hand, Caramel Tang swallowed the ghost beast bead whose aura was extremely violent without thinking about it.

Task?

Let's talk about it later, if we can resist this wave.

Now, Caramel Sugar just wants to send this pervert in front of him... to hell! ! !

"Die to my old lady!"