I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3555: Chapter 1741: Buddha Palm Captures Land and Strikes the Cage Theory, White-clothed Sword Me Issues Command_3

Cold...

No warmth to the touch.

The arm in the palm felt like a corpse, as if the blood had stopped flowing. The Storyteller closed his eyes heavily, saying nothing more.

"Push me... a little..."

Bazhun’an’s voice was incredibly weak.

So weak that if seen from the front, his dirty and unclear face seemed somewhat senile.

"How to push?"

"With your hand..."

"How much strength?"

"Seven parts..."

Seven parts strength, are you sure you won’t die on the spot?

The Storyteller hesitated a bit, slowly releasing a hand, just as he gathered his strength, a voice came from the front:

"No... spiritual source..."

Boom!

A palm struck.

The weakened Bazhun’an didn’t move an inch.

Yet from within him, a silver stream of light leapt out, soaring like a dragon gate toward the sky!

The Storyteller raised his gaze, his beautiful eyes full of astonishment.

"Brother..."

What did he see?

It was a white-clothed figure in his prime, with a long sword at his waist, Bazhun’an Jianwo, standing proudly with sword in hand.

Weak and fragile in front of the eyes.

In those youthful days, he went to the horizon again.

The silver light leapt and formed in mid-air, its sword will wild, sword power gigantic, almost uncontrollable from the first moment it appeared...

Central Region’s Dao Imparting Mirror scenes were captivated!

"Ding——"

The Mother Mirror of the Dao Imparting Mirror should have been under control.

Suddenly, the mirror seemed to go berserk, instantly projecting many scenes to the people of the five regions.

Feng Zhongzui tried to show something unimportant to everyone.

The Mother Mirror of the Dao Imparting Mirror had its own ideas!

"What is this?"

Feng Zhongzui was shocked.

He thought the spirit of the Dao Imparting Mirror was shocked and demonized, wanting to act against him, just about to ask the old family head what was going on.

But when his peripheral vision accidentally glanced at those scenes, his pupils started trembling violently.

"Wait! Wait a minute!"

"No, not that! This..."

Feng Zhongzui’s whole body spasmed out of control, his hands couldn’t stop shaking, hastily releasing the Dao Imparting Mirror.

He wanted to grasp something!

But he could only tremble and point at the scene in front of him.

The scenes were thrown out by the Mother Mirror, forming picture after picture, piecing together the entire process of sword cognition light flowing from the Central Region to the South, leaping into the sky, and stepping onto the top of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe!

"Ah ah ah——"

Feng Zhongzui let out a piercing scream.

Usually a person with a slick tongue, capable of explaining the war situation of the five regions.

Now, the sounds from his mouth were the same as those of ancient swordsmen at Burial Sword Tomb, Fringe Moon Immortal City, Feng family in the Southern Region and other places!

The crazy "ah ah" lasted for a while, Feng Zhongzui even choked on his own saliva.

When the stream of light disappeared from the mirror scenes, and appeared in front of him, Feng Zhongzui’s excitement and loss of control reached an extremity.

Stuttering, too!

"He, he, he..."

"Him!"

Before this, Feng Zhongzui thought he had no reverence for gods and buddhas.

Whatever the Eastern Region’s Holy Sword Land, any Sword God would do, to worship an ordinary person seemed excessive.

After this, Feng Zhongzui realized he was wrong, terribly wrong.

Some people, though not dead, may not seem perfect, with many flaws and criticized aspects.

——Yet alive, they can still become legends!

"The! Eighth! Sword! Immortal!"

The white-clad figure drifted past the crouching and roaring Feng Zhongzui, walking with calm ease.

In his memory, at this time he shouldn’t have had a wine jug.

But now, the white-clad figure was like A Sword from the East, drunkenly traversing the blue sky, indulging to the extreme.

He walked past.

The Dao Imparting Mirror couldn’t even capture a side profile, no one remembered its true Form.

"..."

No sword hymn.

Yet Feng Zhongzui’s sword will was instantly ignited.

He enjoyed the utmost bliss, the utmost comfort, feeling that when one gains the Way, even the dogs and chickens ascend to heaven.

When that white-clad figure passed by, as the breeze brushed his face, all the doubts concerning the Way of the Sword in his heart were completely explained.

Holy Mountain’s ruins flew with sand and leaves floated in the air, pieces of sword cognition unfurled, overflowing but not releasing.

Outside the mountain, void followed by ten thousand swords, gathering but not scattering, facing but not bowing, daring not to speak.

When spring comes, I dare not speak, which insect dares to sound?

The whole world was silent, until the white-clad figure passed by, drifting towards the original site of the Stairway to Heaven.

From Central to Southern Regions, far away with the wind came several chuckles, and the carefree short song:

"As a guest in the secular world... my intent is like carefree beyond the heavens..."

"Wishing to be as high as the blue sky... the Buddha lies on the golden stair at dawn..."

The white-clad figure approached Lord Shou.

The reverberation merged and faded away.

Feng Zhongzui didn’t even need to grasp the Dao Imparting Mirror, it automatically locked onto that silhouette.

But saw, under Lord Shou’s tooth-gritting look, the white-clad figure "passed" through Lord Shou, seemingly taking something from his chest.

He stood behind the duo of Sleeveless and Lord Shou, leaving only his back, with fingers pointed over his shoulder, pinching a command token.

The token was extremely black, the "eight" character on it did not reveal.

But when the sword cognition filled it, the white-clad black token’s "eight" character glowed with a dazzling silver light, accompanied by a soft exclamation:

"Black and White veins, heed my command... return!"

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