I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3351: Chapter 1675: Arrow Rain Pours Down on the Desert, Technique Seed Restriction Follows the Bow Release_4

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BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM!

A solitary plume in the desert, nine fissures tear through the heavens.

Only after barely grinding down the force of the first Arrow of Evil God to its limit did he swallow it whole, yet it remained undigested.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man had already begun to feel a semblance of satiation.

But then, his pores abruptly expanded, and with merely a lift of his eyes, he saw from within the Nine Heavens’ fissures, nine more Arrows of Evil God emerging!

Another nine?

In that instant, the pupils of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man constricted sharply.

“Boom!”

Nine sounds merged into one.

When the arrows became visible to the human eye, the Arrow of Evil God had already shattered through his form.

The Immortal Body of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man was completely torn apart by immense force.

Half of his head flew into the sky, spinning as it rose, where he could see the remnants of his body exploding outward in four directions below.

Is my body truly this fragile?

In that fleeting moment, the thoughts of the Five Decays of Heaven and Man were blank—he was either dazed or stunned by the arrows.

He could not comprehend why his body, nourished by countless void attendants, spiritual medicines, and spiritual ores, could disintegrate so swiftly…

This level of force.

Compared to the previous level of force.

It seemed to be entirely different in magnitude?

“Thud!”

No pause whatsoever.

The moment his body fragmented, the moment his thoughts attempted resistance…

The sky collapsed again—yes, this time it wasn’t a rupture but a collapse; the entire expanse of the desert’s sky turned to darkness!

As the saint’s will of Five Decays of Heaven and Man swept upward, it probed countless arrow tips densely packed together, like torrential rain, pouring upon the arid wasteland.

At that exact moment, his thoughts halted.

“Swish swish swish swish!”

“Swish swish swish swish!”

“Swish swish swish swish swish swish swish…”

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“Forbidden Arrow Rain!”

Atop the sacred mountain, in front of the Saint Hall.

Under the horrified gazes of the five regions, Ai Cangsheng’s wheelchair was gradually recoiled to the hall’s doorway.

As if, with the next breath, he would tumble into the hall.

Those small barefoot boys who had been pushing the wheelchair behind him had, at some unnoticed moment, reappeared, forming a long queue behind the chair.

Two of them would step forward at a time, their hands grasping the wheelchair’s backrest, and from the billowing sleeves of their robes, four Qilin Arms, each twice the size of their heads, were revealed.

Every three breaths, the boys rotated their positions.

The new ones took their places, while those resting retreated to the back of the line, applying salves to their arms as they cultivated to absorb the medicinal effects.

Unexpectedly, these barefoot boys seemed to have undergone special training.

When Ai Cangsheng drew the bow, the reverb of the power of the evil god surrounding him made even Ninth Divine Priest and Elemental Divine Envoy not dare to approach.

Yet the barefoot boys remained completely unaffected.

“I…”

Feng Zhongzui stood dumbfounded, entirely unable to narrate the scene.

He felt that this sight was even more maddening than the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, yet reality continued to assault his vision, as well as the eyes of the people in the five regions.

The hand of the Lord Cang Sheng, after releasing the first shot from the Evil Sin Bow, had never paused once.

The Evil Sin Bow, one of the nine supreme divine weapons, trembled violently in its rapid firing state, its bowstring glowing red as though it was being pushed beyond its limits.

The sinful patterns upon the bow were activated, like demons awakening from slumber, their eyes snapping open.

Ai Cangsheng’s expression was indifferent, and his hand transformed into fleeting afterimages.

With each touch of the bowstring, arrow rain pierced the void, sweeping across realms.

With each tremor of the string, the reverberation returned to his fingertips, condensing arrows upon release.

While there might be pauses for human breath, Ai Cangsheng’s arrows kept flowing as if a broken dam had unleashed its flood, ceaseless and unrelenting.

Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus crouched slightly behind Zhong Yuanzi.

Zhong Yuanzi discreetly held Fang Wenxin’s sleeve.

Fang Wenxin glanced around, noticing that whether it was members of the Defeated Faction or the Head-up and Chest-out Faction, all had now turned into the Shrinking Turtle Faction.

They were arranged in a fan shape behind him.

He himself was positioned at the forefront, like a shield for the group.

It seemed as though they were chicks, he was a mother hen, and the eagles didn’t exist; thus, the group formation took shape.

The arrow rain poured incessantly.

No one knew how much time had passed before Ai Cangsheng in the wheelchair ceased his movements, gently setting the bow aside.

“Sizzle…”

The black cloth remained motionless.

As the wheelchair’s handrest touched the reddened bow, black smoke immediately began billowing from the contact, the material dissolving from the heat.

Ai Cangsheng exhaled a breath of relief.

Just as everyone assumed he had completed the battle, he shook his head and sighed once more:

“It cannot be killed.”

Cannot be killed — What did that mean?

Feng Zhongzui’s mind flashed with those words, failing to interpret them right away, when suddenly his pupils constricted.

He saw Ai Cangsheng, after placing down the Evil Sin Bow, begin to form seals.

His seals were crafted deliberately slowly, allowing all to clearly observe that some of them used basic hand seals from the Southern Region’s evil techniques.

Even the Lord Cang Sheng relies on forming seals?

Such thoughts flitted through the minds of several people, only for them to witness Ai Cangsheng finally freeze his hand seals before his chest. The Eyes of the Great Path gazed westward as he softly muttered:

“Forbidden · Technique Seed Restriction…”