I Am Loaded With Passive Skills

Chapter 3456: Chapter 1709: Great Brahma Dragon Sound Purifies Spiritual Will, Cold Desolation Fills the People Below

Can’t be moved!

Can’t be budged at all!

After this strike, not just Pei Yuan, but people from the five regions have realized that Lord Shou’s physique is at least at the level of the Holy Emperor.

The Dead Sea previously had never prohibited ancient warriors of such strength; today, it won’t hinder Lord Shou even a bit.

“Will you continue to fight, Demi-Saint Pei?”

Feng Zhongzui held the Dao Imparting Mirror and couldn’t help but murmur softly.

The Dao Imparting Mirror focused on Lord Shou’s back, and as the image on the Heavenly Tower Pillar dissipated, the clear water accumulated on both sides of the Dead Sea swiftly surged back.

The waves engulfed everything once more, including Lord Shou.

But everyone knows…

The dragon will soar in the sea!

Until the clear water once again covered his body completely, the icy touch still couldn’t calm Pei Yuan’s uneasy mind.

“Why is this happening?”

“Why was I chosen?”

“Why is his physique completely unaffected?”

Pei Yuan looked at the figure standing not far away at the bottom of the Dead Sea, appearing like an insurmountable young mountain.

He hesitated.

The Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict prohibits ancient martial arts.

He was certain he hadn’t remembered wrong; one of the contents was this.

Could it be that Lord Cang Sheng unsealed his combat power and also unsealed Xu Xiaoshou’s?

Does he want to see a fair, just, and open battle?

But isn’t this too unfair? How could I move even half a step against Xu Xiaoshou in his prime?

“Hesitation leads to defeat.”

When the unemotional voice of Lord Shou sounded again in all directions, Pei Yuan couldn’t help but glance back at the Dao Imparting Mirror.

Indeed, the Dao Imparting Mirror was filming him!

His hesitation at this moment was witnessed by the five regions.

At this moment, every Spiritual Cultivator in the world was likely ridiculing him, just like at the end of the Battle of Ancient Times?

Pei Yuan’s old face flushed, forcibly squeezing out a trace of courage from his previously weak self, and shouted:

“The Dead Sea can’t prohibit your physique, but what about your spiritual will?”

This shout, which was supposed to be words of anger and strength, should have boosted his morale.

But the young man in black nearby slightly curled his lips and said calmly:

“Feel free to give it a try.”

This shout suddenly turned into an inquiry.

Even Pei Yuan belatedly noticed the hollowness hidden in his words, questioning his True Heart.

I am actually afraid!

I am actually inquiring!

In the battle for robbing path, I am trying to confirm whether his spiritual will is sealed to sway my resolve, then decide whether to make a move…

I actually want to escape?

When this impulse flashed in his mind, Pei Yuan’s waist even slightly twisted backward.

But he firmly restrained his steps, cutting off the thought of leaving a disgraceful back.

With both his peripheral vision and saint’s will, he scanned again.

The Dao Imparting Mirror was still staring at him.

If I run now, even if I survive, the wrong path will leave me infamous forever.

A Saint cannot flee!

…

“Xu Xiaoshou, you’re forcing me!”

Pei Yuan’s eyes were wide with rage, as if forced into a dead end with no way out, like a wild dog cornered and ready to fight back.

He suddenly raised his hand, his fingertip fiercely pressing on his brow, instantly causing a trail of bloody mist to burst forth.

This drop of Holy Blood floated out.

In the dark Dead Sea, it emanated a golden radiance.

That light was sacred and brilliant, containing a majestic power that soothed the heart, and with just one glance, it completely calmed Pei Yuan’s mind.

“This is…”

Feng Zhongzui was stunned.

The golden light fell into his eyes, resembling Buddhist light.

Inexplicably, the soft Buddhist sound rang in his ears, but instead of clearing confusion or calming, it was like demonic whispers invading his mind.

Feng Zhongzui became agitated.

Amidst the Dead Sea, within the Holy Mountain Refugee Group, many demi-saints who had retreated became extremely volatile in their emotions.

“What is this?”

“What sound!”

Even Beibei furrowed her brows tightly, holding Du Zun horizontally before her, relying on the Supreme Emperor Sword’s might to slightly ease the demonic sound.

“Buddhist Sect techniques?”

As the oldest among the spectators here, Fang Wenxin could not understand Pei Yuan’s actions.

The techniques of the Western Region Buddhist Sect have been recorded in the five regions.

But the power of the Buddhist Sect had always been solemn and rarely caused such confusion now.

“Perhaps it has to do with Pei Yuan’s current state?”

Fang Wenxin immediately saw the root of the problem, Pei Yuan at his current state of chaos couldn’t wield the Buddhist Sect techniques?

“He shouldn’t be using this move…”

No!

But Fang Wenxin quickly understood why.

Pei Yuan isn’t foolish; there’s no fool who could cultivate to a demi-saint.

But when there’s no way up to Heaven or way into Earth, if he hoped to rely on his own methods against Xu Xiaoshou even half a step, it was delusional.

Despite the poor state, despite conflicted spiritual techniques, he must resort to external forces.

Even if this external force opposed his current state, it risked leading him into cultivation deviation!

In the Dead Sea high above, Pei Yuan’s robe fluttered fiercely.

His face was half solemn.

Amidst eye dizziness, his true nature of ferocious fangs was revealed, hideous.

He infused all his heart energy into the drop of golden Holy Blood.

The Holy Blood vibrated and transformed into a golden Shariputra, the size of a baby’s fist, hovering in the Dead Sea, its golden radiance piercing the sky.

Pei Yuan raised his hands, sleeves swirling high, and shouted aloud:

“Zhengxin, assist me!”

This shout layered upon itself, its strength rippling through the waves.

As it reached Xu Xiaoshou, the Holy Mountain Refugee Group, and the ears of the people in the five regions, it transformed again into distinct sounds.

Like that of the solemn Buddha softly spoken.

And like the sinister whispers of a demon!

…

“Zheng…xin…?”

Among the many spectators from the five regions, few recognized who Pei Yuan referred to as Zhengxin.