I have a passive skill.

"Ugh."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed quietly: "After all these years, not only have you not grown up at all, but you have regressed so severely."

"Old Qi, you have to know that pride and arrogance will eventually bring you disaster!"

"Understand?"

"My..." The storyteller's tone was a little more ashamed, and he was speechless after being trained.

"Recognized, passive value, +1."

"Awe, passive, +1."

At this moment, the many red-clothed people who were in the midst of the battle with the ghosts flew away together as if they had received some orders at the same time.

At the same time, Lan Ling burst into a drink.

"Assemble, array!"

"Whoosh whoosh..."

Many figures in red clothes, including Hei Ming, Xin, and Vigil who disappeared in the shattered flow of space, suddenly appeared above the sky.

Standing next to each other, it coincides with the way of sealing the sky.

"Break the world!"

As soon as Lan Ling said these two words, the storyteller immediately admired the second child.

Sure enough, there is a reason why they can achieve the second position.

Obviously Hongyi didn't show anything, but he had secretly notified everyone, and immediately changed the policy, trying to break open the space of ancient books.

I didn't realize it, but my second child knew it like the back of my hand.

But will the plan stop there?

Everything is really that simple?

The storyteller hiding in the shattered flow of space smiled slightly.

"So what if you find out?"

"In the face of absolute strength, the brain is just a display!"

Seeing the spiritual energy exploding from each of the red-clothed bodies, they will work together to smash the ancient book space.

The storyteller raised his hand.

"Certainly!"

With a buzzing sound, the bloody tauren's momentum was stopped, and the wings of the black holy war angel couldn't move.

Among the red-clothed people, including Vigil and the others, all of them felt that the spiritual energy in their bodies was solidified, as if they had been imbued with a powerful force, so obscure that it was difficult to mobilize.

The entire space of Lijian Grassland was frozen.

The horror in everyone's eyes hadn't fully expressed yet, and Jiao Didi's voice had already fallen from the sky.

"Not bad, it's faster than people expected."

"I didn't expect to be discovered by you so easily, it's really annoying~"

A red dress fluttered down amidst everyone's shocked eyes.

The storyteller appeared beside Lan Ling, holding her slender waist with one hand, and blowing gently in his ear.

"Huh~"

"It's you, right? They should have guessed correctly...the brain is really easy to use!"

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Chapter 551 The Grumpy Storyteller

"Holy slave, storyteller!"

Almost at the moment when the red dress fell, Vigil's eyes were fixed on the person who came.

He can be sure that the storyteller who appeared this time is no longer the external incarnation he faced back then.

Because, if it is an incarnation outside the body, it is impossible for the other party to control all the red clothes present at the same time in the blink of an eye!

Almost at the same time, many people in red said the name of the man in red in their hearts.

Moreover, he has a clear understanding of the strength of this person.

"At the peak of Dao Slashing, the Nine Deaths and Thunder Tribulations will pass through."

"It's only half a step away from Taixu."

It can be said that this is a man who has stepped onto the top of the world with one foot!

"Wow—"

It was not the people in red who were first released from the imprisonment, but the jihad black angel holding four swords.

The storyteller can control the audience.

But there are four swords, which are obviously not within his control.

In just a split second, the Black Angel of the Holy War broke free from the shackles, and then raised the black sword, and slashed at... Hei Ming!

Hei Ming's entire face turned black immediately.

He has experienced the means of storytellers.

But every time this guy appeared, he was so unstoppable.

When there is no time to react, it is a difficult problem in itself to break free from the shackles.

This ghost... is sick!

Come here to make things worse?

"Waiting for you for a long time."

While Hei Ming was still struggling to avoid the four-sword strike, Lan Ling hooked her red lips lightly and laughed softly.

"Big Heaven Sealing Formation, draw!"

Accompanied by the soft shouts, the power condensed in the bodies of many red clothes trying to break through the space of ancient books was instantly wiped out by the Heaven Sealing Formation.

Before everyone had time to react, Lan Ling's fingers, which were also imprisoned, trembled slightly.

"untie."

Dozens of rays of light descended from the sky, instantly covering all the red clothes.

The storyteller only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and Lan Ling in his hand had disappeared.

Look up again.

All the red clothes appeared on top of their heads.

Vigil, Xin, Hei Ming, who was in a panic, and the rest of the dozen or so people in red clothes who were confused, all lowered their heads at the same time, and their eyes fell on the storyteller below.

The scene seemed to quiet down.

Even Hong Yi never imagined that his own power, which looks like he wants to break the boundary, is actually one of the means that can be used to deal with the storyteller.

"Lan Ling, this?"

Xin turned sideways and immediately moved to Lan Ling's side.

The situation was urgent before, and Lan Ling's voice transmission only gave a rough idea.

What they understand is that the situation has changed, and they need to break through this world first.

I never thought that the storyteller came out!

This guy, has been hiding here?

"Yin and Yang life and death? Ancient book space?" Watching the night also squinted his eyes and saw something.

"Ah."

Lan Ling nodded, not to say anything.

"Grass!"

There was an angry curse from one side, and Hei Ming became irritable looking at the jihad black angel who continued to pounce like a clingy spirit.

"Don't act alone."

Just when he wanted to rush to execute a death battle, Lan Ling stopped him.

"Seal the sky big formation, transfer."

Raise your hand.

The jihad black angels with swords, including the four major tauren who were still imprisoned, were suddenly moved several miles away.

"It's urgent, storyteller."

Lan Ling's eyes never left the man in the red skirt from the beginning to the end.

When this person appeared, the center of the battlefield had already shifted.

Even if they are in red clothes, ghosts and beasts are the main purpose.

Seeing that Hei Ming still wanted to continue to act, Lan Ling immediately added: "Order, die."

click.

Hei Ming stepped on the space with one foot, braked forcefully, and stopped his footsteps.

stinky bitch...

Although he was a little displeased with Lan Ling's instructions, as soon as the "Holy Slave" appeared, Hei Ming also felt that he could no longer mess around.

At that time, the fear of being dominated by the storyteller's illusion in the eighth house came to my heart again.

If he really left the red-clothed crowd, it is impossible to say that this step of his own will really lead him directly to death!

"Clap clap clap."

There was a crisp sound from below.

The storyteller couldn't help patting his left and right palms with his right fingers, his face full of admiration.

"Amazing, tsk tsk, amazing."

"As expected of a red dress..."

The second child was right, I really underestimated these guys.

"I didn't expect that in other people's space, the power of a large formation can be used to change the way of heaven." The storyteller shook his head and said.

"Overrated."

Lan Ling squinted his eyes and said, "It's just that the great master of the spirit formation is prepared, and it's not as good as the legendary seven leaders of the 'Holy Slave'."

"Hmm..." The storyteller tilted his head and made a long sound, then snapped his fingers.

"Well said."

"It's just... you, you are very self-aware."

Xin was suddenly provoked into anger by the man in the red dress.

Damn don't say it.

How can you speak so abominably?

"Pervert, can you put away your orchid finger, I... um."

As he spoke, he suddenly felt like he was being silenced, unable to say anything.

Turn your head sideways.

Obviously, at this time, it should be the power of Lan Ling's big array that can seal himself.