I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3221 - 1634: Remembrance of the Ultra Path Reverse Attack, Tracing the Evil Pants Easy Dragon_3

Chapter 3221: Chapter 1634: Remembrance of the Ultra Path Reverse Attack, Tracing the Evil Pants Easy Dragon_3

“Good! Who betrayed…”

“Who is the dog!”

…

Swoosh! Swoosh!

Amidst the starry sky, the river of memory surged.

A faint silver light meandered for countless miles, traveling from one end of the plane of Divine Relics to an unknown other end.

Wandering…

Endlessly wandering…

No one could see, following this dim silver line, there were also two completely invisible and intangible figures swiftly advancing.

The starry sky was deadly silent, without a sound.

As if from ancient times, everything remained peaceful to this day, undisturbed even by calm waves.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

“Cut!”

Within a collapsing black hole of stars, the Dragon character transformed first, followed by strands of violet mist emerging.

The cursed Yin’s Sacrificial Spirit Forbidden Escape halted within this black hole.

It took a lot of effort for it to forcefully borrow more power from the reluctant Dragon character.

“Sizzles…”

The violet mist split and repaired itself.

Cursed Yin barely gathered its own divine sense.

Looking around, the starry expanse was boundless yet barren, evidently empty.

Even the location it relied on for survival needed the help of the Dragon character to counteract its own collapsing force.

This meant that it required constant energy expenditure.

Yet, because it was a black hole, should any accident occur, accidents themselves dared not approach.

“Cackle cackle…”

Cursed Yin looked around and burst into laughter, but the laughter carried a hint of bleakness.

It resented!

It resented The Divine, resented Hallmaster Dao, and even more, it resented that damn Xu Xiaoshou!

The resurrection plan was initially proceeding smoothly, devouring so many demi-saints and positions of demi-saints, and even capturing Ran Ming’s inheritance site.

Based on this foundation, gathering strength, and then striking at Shengshen Continent, wasn’t everything there for the taking?

But now…

Due to the interference of those three, continually disrupting its plans, repeatedly creating variables.

Finally, with misfortunes stacking up, a minor scar turned into a gaping wound, leaving no strategy to mend, causing a total loss.

Cursed Yin was unwilling!

It was way too unwilling!

It reviewed everything again.

Whether it was The Divine, Hallmaster Dao, or Xu Xiaoshou…

Without exception, had it taken them seriously from the start, just once, that’s all!

One by one, they could all be slaughtered, step by step, and swallowed to nourish itself.

No accidents would happen!

Their strongest combat strength couldn’t defeat it!

“But accidents, variables, why did they occur? And where did they originate?”

Cursed Yin reviewed but couldn’t figure it out, its memories only narratives of trivial, insignificant details.

No matter how it pieced them together, those things weren’t sufficient to lead to its current dismal state, right?

On one side was the Ancestral God, a genuine Ancestral God!

On the other side were demi-saints, higher void, Cutting Path.

How could it lose?

Such a great start, opening its eyes to an Ancestral God, its subordinates including Ancestral Trees Di Ying, and controlling an entire plane of Divine Relics…

Where exactly did it lose?

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Cursed Yin thought and thought, but still was unclear.

At this moment, it realized that those people were no ordinary beings, each possessing the posture of an Ancestral God. From the very start of its “self-confidence,” it had already lost.

“Also!”

Cursed Yin felt something was wrong.

That last swordsman, that Xu Xiaoshou, gave it an incredibly terrifying sensation, not reflective of his previously demonstrated strength.

Starting from the Carefreeness sword, including it, each successive sword was stronger than the last.

It was as if possessed by Sword Ancestor, such a sudden burst was so unexpected.

Cursed Yin, in the end, did not activate “Reverse Prohibition Reincarnation” because it knew, while targeting The Divine this technique could be used, after all, The Divine had no backups.

Targeting Xu Xiaoshou, even if it activated this technique, what then?

Hallmaster Dao was still there, The Divine’s soul might be able to sacrifice itself, not to mention there possibly was an invisible and intangible “Sword Ancestor” who might have possessed Xu Xiaoshou!

Who could it be?

With Xu’s divine aura, was there another like him in Shengshen Continent?

Cursed Yin sighed deeply, giving up on thinking. The resurgence plan collapsing didn’t matter, losing the main base of the Divine Relics didn’t matter.

If the green mountains were preserved, there was no worry of running out of firewood.

It turned over the Origin True Stele it brought along as its last resort.

“Dragon…”

This was an unexpected gain from this trip.

That Wangze Holy Emperor, carrying treasures that exceeded the initial plan.

With this object alone, after complete refinement, even if forcibly controlled, it wouldn’t be much less valuable than an entire plane of Divine Relics.

This resurrection attempt, it had already gained enough, not a loss at all…

Lost!

Still a loss!

The more I think about it, the deeper the loss!

“Divine! Sky City! Kui Leihan! Water Ghost! And you… Xu Xiaoshou!”

Cursed Yin grinds his teeth in anger, remembering three people and many names.

Ten thousand years!

It wouldn’t be long, just another ten thousand years of slumber, and He could recover to His pre-Divine Battle state.

By that time, if these people were still alive, it wouldn’t be too late to seek revenge.

But as the era has come, ten thousand years, what if those three chanced upon fortune, wouldn’t they be able to…

“Ten thousand years is too long, I fight for every day!”

Lost in thought, Cursed Yin suddenly heard a telepathic communication, causing Him to tremble in shock.

Xu Xiaoshou?

How is he here?

Impossible, I have already made a far escape using Sacrificial Spirit Forbidden Escape without leaving a trace…

“Great God Descending Technique?”

In his mind, the Eighteenth Heaven, after Sky City finished talking, descended from the heavens with an ancient martial body, transforming into Kui Leihan who forced Him to hide inside the tower.

At that time, He used the Memory Path, gaining profound insights.

Cursed Yin scanned and focused on the Memory Path. Sure enough, He saw a silver trail behind Him.

His heart finally sank to the bottom.

Oh, no heart, no bottom.

Cursed Yin’s heart felt like dead ashes, and soon He saw two figures appearing above that silver trace used for tracing.

One Dao, one Xu.

“Heh.”

He chuckled lightly.

Violet Qi lingered, the Divine Throne materialized, and a three-headed and six-armed soul body lazily reclined upon it.

“As I expected.”

Cursed Yin, uncaring, glanced at the past, present, and future, extended a hand slightly and laughed softly:

“There are countless paths, yet you chose, to walk right into the trap.”

…

“Pfft!”

Uncontrollable laughter echoed.

Just hearing that sound, you knew a lot of spittle flew.

Cursed Yin’s eyes narrowed, focusing on this irreverent Xu Xiaoshou.

“I’m sorry, I’m usually more composed,” Xu Xiaoshou said embarrassingly, wiping off his drool.

Cursed Yin was cold.

He saw no reverence for the Ancestral God in this mortal’s eyes, nor fear of the “grand scheme.”

Turning His head, Cursed Yin looked at Sky City.

This guy, at death’s door, was still fiddling with two large walnuts in his hand, as if the inescapable net laid during his escape was just a fantasy.

“Heh.”

Cursed Yin chuckled, closing His eyes, fingers lightly resting on his crotch, gracefully sentencing the two to death:

“Ten Breath.”

“Leave your last words.”

…

“Pfft!”

Xu Xiaoshou burst into laughter again.

So funny!

This Cursed Yin, definitely the funniest Ancestral God he had ever seen.

Looking at Him was like seeing himself during his weaker days, back when facing Yi, facing Huang Quan, facing Rao Yaoyao, facing Jiang Buyi…

Damn, I walked here step by step, pretending to be a tiger eating pigs!

Your act is so poor, my Cursed Yin!

The smile vanished instantly, Xu Xiaoshou didn’t give Cursed Yin a chance for last words; in a flash, he drew the Fourth Sword.

Back then, what was I most afraid of?

Reckless men!

“Path!”

As this solid shout occurred, Cursed Yin’s body on the Divine Throne shuddered, foot almost tripping on air.

His illusionary body shattered with a snap, borrowing the “Dragon” character transforming into a streak of light, fleeing far away without looking back.

“Great Confinement Technique!”

Sky City raised both hands, and over twenty million Heavenly Mechanism Puppets emerged from the void, also lifting their arms.

The formation was set.

Clearly, Cursed Yin was truly weak; he hit a wall and got bounced back, dizzy and disoriented.

His eyes nearly splitting with rage.

Finger pointing, pinching spell, he shouted aloud:

“Forbidden·Reverse Prohibition…”

Xu Xiaoshou was one step ahead, stepping on the Phantom Swords Technique Dao Disc.

Finger pointing, pinching spell, shouting:

“Technique·Sky Stealing.”

A gentle rub of the fingertips, and under Cursed Yin’s feet, the “Dragon” was gone, replaced by underwear; Xu Xiaoshou’s held underwear was gone, transformed into…

A Dragon!