I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3579: Chapter 1750: Secret Technique of Death – Fighting with One’s Back to the River, Requesting Sui’s Great God Descending Technique Species Super Level_2

But Xu Xiaoshou only needed to glance at how Ai Cangsheng was escaping to see through his technique, and from the Path Principles’ traces, trace his whereabouts.

As he spoke.

With a glance, he saw Ai Cangsheng trying to hide the doll curled in his palm. Xu Xiaoshou’s lips curled, and he quipped:

“You like this?”

Although he lacked the Eyes of the Great Path.

Xu Xiaoshou’s various Great Path Diagrams were not just for show.

At a glance, it seemed to be the work of a young girl—could it be a gift from Lei Xiaoxiao?

Let’s see its vitality!

At this moment, he looked at it from the Life Upanishad perspective.

That doll seemed alive—the power inside was so overwhelming that it wasn’t even below that of Elder Yu before sanctification!

“What is this thing?”

Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.

The aura hidden within it seemed vaguely familiar, as if he’d seen it before…

Cursed Yin?

Cursed Yin Puppet?

Is this Ai Cangsheng’s trump card?

“Wait!”

Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils fixed.

His thoughts flashed back to the Flower World, to the time he encountered Cursed Yin, deducing many things.

Not only did Cursed Yin collaborate with the Demon Ancestor in the Inverted Pagoda.

It was supposed to have used some method to return to the Shengshen Continent.

Now it seems this “method” wasn’t Yue Gongli, but… Ai Cangsheng?

…

“Sorry, I dealt with some personal matters…”

Ai Cangsheng was always taciturn.

Having said this, he made the Cursed Yin Puppet in his hand disappear.

The aura around him suddenly changed, like a swelling balloon that exploded at its limit without hesitation.

“Forbidden·Technique Seed Restriction·Second Rank Unsealing!”

“Forbidden·Technique Seed Restriction·Third Rank Unsealing!”

With a loud roar, the vast void and land were instantly enveloped by the boundless aura of Cursed Yin.

This aura, named Cursed Yin, was not tainted with a single trace of active Cursed Yin, but entirely an expression of Ai Cangsheng’s will.

“Demon…”

“This is a demon!”

The evil wind howled, and Feng Zhongzui didn’t expect the battle’s rhythm to change so quickly, rapidly reaching a climax.

The Dao Imparting Mirror now locked onto Lord Shou, enlarging the battlefield view from his perspective.

When Lord Cang Sheng unsealed unscrupulously…

The power that erupted, with the force of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, decimated surrounding mountains, forests, as well as half the nearest city.

“All died!”

The Ancient War God Platform then immediately played its role.

Everything that was killed around Ai Cangsheng in that surging power suddenly re-coalesced.

“All lived again!”

The city and Spiritual Cultivators revived within the unsealed Technique Seed Restriction range, without experiencing death repeatedly, worse than dying.

The self-will of the Ancient War God Platform, exactly as Xu Xiaoshou predicted, was extremely strong, seemingly detecting the power state as “sustained type”…

All the living beings around the battlefield faded out of the battle scene.

They drifted within the battle, at the edge outside the battle.

“Huh?”

Feng Zhongzui analyzed and exclaimed in surprise, “Is this even possible?”

Dying once allowed close observation of the battle, and Eastern Region people, realizing this, rushed towards the front lines desperately.

At this time, Spiritual Cultivators from other places in the five regions, seeing through the Dao Imparting Mirrors, felt a bit envious.

They also wanted to witness the front-line battle.

But in reality, most people’s spiritual senses didn’t even cover the front lines, and even if they got close, they couldn’t see as clearly as the Dao Imparting Mirror’s analysis.

“Let’s observe the changes calmly, everyone.”

Feng Zhongzui understood the thoughts of the five regions, and said worriedly: “In my view, this seemingly massive momentum might just be… the beginning?”

Just as he finished speaking!

In the heart of the battlefield, Ai Cangsheng, with a resolute face, after finishing two shouts, without stopping, formed another seal:

“Forbidden·Technique Seed Restriction·Fourth Rank Unsealing!”

Crack——

It sounded like the fracture of Path Principles.

Instantly, countless Dao Chains binding his body appeared around Ai Cangsheng, strained and trembling, and then all collapsed with a flick of the chains.

“Boom!”

The power released at that moment almost raised a raging storm in the half-boundary land.

All surrounding living beings protected by the Ancient War God Platform were ejected out of the battlefield by the massive force.

Starting from Ai Cangsheng’s point, the dense and viscous Cursed Yin aura spread out, almost filling a world.

“Lord Shou, retreat three paces!”

This madness, it made the blood boil.

Feng Zhongzui could hardly describe his current emotions, a mere human form, and this was just a release of power.

It was about to fill a world just in form!

If it really started fighting, couldn’t it wipe out an entire realm of living beings with just a casual swipe?

“No wonder Lord Cang Sheng insisted on inviting the Ancient War God Platform…”

“The Shengshen Continent really limits this Emperor’s powers!”

After one move, Ai Cangsheng stood at the center of a twisted black hole filled with attractive force, motionless.

His hand seals remained.

His status was terrifying.

“No way?”

Feng Zhongzui’s pupils dilated, suddenly realizing something.

As soon as his murmuring ended, he heard over at the battle scene, a pervasive voice descending:

“Forbidden·Technique Seed Restriction·Fifth Rank Unsealing!”

Swoosh!

A world’s power of the evil god no longer exploded outward but instead swiftly was absorbed into Lord Cang Sheng’s body.

Not a single bit overflowed!

This scene left the hearts of the five regions in shock.

From afar on the sea’s surface, Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils also quivered.

Such overwhelming power, released with a whim, and you can retract it as easily?

“Wait…”

“Wait a moment!”

Feng Zhongzui shrieked.

Because from the perspective of the Dao Imparting Mirror, Lord Cang Sheng hadn’t stopped?

His hand seals remained over his chest, his expression calm though his form and features twisted horribly under the intangible terrifying force in the mirror.

His voice, resolute as iron, yet as indifferent as ever.

“Forbidden·Technique Seed Restriction·Sixth Rank Unsealing!”

…

“Ooo—”