Chapter 709 Take it Back
Seeing this, Lu Ming was speechless for a while.
Damn it, after working on it for a long time, there are only three highest level passive skills.
But thinking about the number of level 8 peak experts at the top of the psychic system, he suddenly understood.
There are six spiritual professions, and it seems to be born in balance. Three high-level passives are enough.
As for these passive effects, you can get a feel for them just by looking at their names.
Overlord's majesty and momentum type things either increase one's own combat power or reduce the opponent's combat power.
Thousands of thunders and bursts of speed.
The Master of Ten Thousand Weapons, linked to weapons, probably masters the power of psychic weapons.
Thinking this, Lu Ming immediately activated the Eye of Truth and read the detailed information of the skill.
[Overlord's Prestige]: Passive spiritual skill, power increased by 100 times, psychic defense increased by 100 times. When looking directly at a target whose level is lower/equal to itself, the Overlord's prestige will be spontaneously formed, suppressing 20% of its comprehensive ability.
[Thunder and Thousand Movements]: Passive spiritual skills, speed increased by 100 times, endurance increased by 100 times, spiritual energy quality increased by 100 times, additional thunder psychic attributes were obtained, and explosive power was increased by an additional 200%.
[Master of Ten Thousand Weapons]: Passive spiritual skill, you can control all spiritual weapons at will except the spiritual weapons. The performance of the spiritual weapons controlled by it is increased by 100 times, the power is increased by 100 times, and it will no longer be worn when used. and gain the ability to cashier psychic weapons at will.
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Do you see it? This is the sensitivity of being well versed in skills. It is basically consistent with what I guessed.
Just look at the strength of the skills, and at most they are exclusive levels. In a world where the power system is close to the mid-level Abyss Transformer, there are only about a dozen exclusive skills. Compared to the end of Jialan, it is indeed not enough. But compared to its Blue Star and Terra Stars, it was also a proper dimensionality reduction attack.
However, among the three passives now, the font color of Overlord's Majestic and Thunderous Thousands of Movements is much darker than that of Army of Ten Thousand Soldiers. He couldn't help but ask: "These two colors are different. Has anyone awakened?"
After all, according to what Zhu Xie said, each passive can only be awakened by one person. If their brilliance is dim, they are naturally not among the choices.
Zhu Xie heard the words and replied: "Yes my lord, but as long as my lord is willing, he can take it back directly."
"Then take it back."
Lu Ming sneered and gave the deprivation instruction.
Only the strong will be given the highest-level passive. Among the war spirit masters, there are only two who are qualified to be given the highest-level passive. That is Hai Dongsheng, the peak war spirit known to the local residents, and another named Nan. The dean of Wentian College.
These two guys are both top-ranked core members of the main force of the Court. They have obviously chosen the Strange Court camp, but they also want to coyly use the power of the psionic camp and engage in dual formations. How shameless can they be?
"Okay my lord, get the slave sword back now!"
Zhuxie doesn't care about integrity and morality. If its owner wants to take back the things it sends out, it can't do so immediately. How can a mere spiritual belief compare to its owner's instructions? Isn’t that rebellion against Tiangang?
brush!
In an instant, Zhuxie's surface glowed with golden light.
At the same time, three hundred kilometers away from the temple, four figures stood on the deck of the psychic airship in the wind and snow.
"Are you sure you can wait here until the spirit master returns to the temple?"
The person who spoke was a tall, white-haired man in luxurious clothing. There was a spirit pattern between his eyebrows and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. Jade Zhenbao's hand held up the mirror frame that glowed with wealth.
This person is none other than Bai Chen, the president of the Capital Chamber of Commerce in Changguang City of Tenglong Kingdom, a level 8 peak spiritual master, and the second court master codenamed [Rich Man].
"nonsense!"
After hearing his words, without waiting for anyone else to respond, Han Xiya on the outside spoke coldly.
"This is the only way to enter and leave the temple. All the awakened spiritual masters who return to the temple take this route. If you can't wait here, then in your opinion, where should you wait?"
Bai Chen clicked his tongue and said in disgust: "If you can speak, please speak properly. If you can't speak, let someone who can speak answer. I am not your assistant in the research institute. You can yell at me as you please."
Han Xiya blushed instantly: "What did you say!"
Her achievements in the institute were inversely proportional to her reputation, and she was often edited in private. Although those who arranged her ended up becoming her guinea pigs, rumors of her harsh treatment of her subordinates still spread throughout the upper class.
"What did you say? Is it important to say what you say? As for you, figure out your identity and don't forget who is the person who keeps your institute running?"
Bai Chen was directly heartbroken.
"You!" Han Xiya was speechless.
"Oh, okay, okay, we are all our own people, why bother making trouble just for a word."
The first person on the right is a bald-headed old man wearing a long gown and leaning on a cane. He has a kind-faced white-bearded old man and is trying to smooth things over with a smile. It is Lu Ming who remembers another war spiritual master, the apex, Tenglong Kingdom, Qihu City, Nan Wentian, the dean of the city's Higher Soul-Slaying Academy, a level 8 peak battle spiritualist, and the fourth court master, codenamed [Educator].
"Uncle Wentian is right, it's just one sentence. There is no need to escalate to the level of a quarrel. Don't forget that we are now part of a team and are preparing to carry out an unprecedented operation."
On the outside on the right, a short-haired woman wearing a black woolen coat and a burgundy beret, with her hands in her pockets, echoed.
She has fair skin, a slender figure, extremely beautiful looks, and a very mature charm. Unlike Han Xiya, who is beautiful on the surface but crazy in character; she exudes intellectual and rational beauty all over her body, but in her emerald green eyes, she hides a reckless indifference.
She is He Liyuan, the head of the Fifth Court, a high-level 8th-level spiritual healer codenamed [Doctor].
"Of course I know the importance of this mission. I just want to get a definite answer. After all, I am different from you idle people who are leisurely. I need to make money to support the country and the two systems of the Weird Court, and time is money. If I delay here for a day, I may lose the operating funds of the entire institute for more than half a year. By then, this Dean Han Xiya will probably make a scene in the institute again!"
"Bai Chen!!"
Han Xiya's spiritual energy is pouring out.
"What are you talking about? You look so happy."
Just when the situation was about to develop in a tense direction, a deep and steady voice came from the boat room.
Then, a one-eyed, shaved head and resolute figure came towards them with heavy steps.
Clang!
The golden black blade, as big as a door panel, stood on the deck, stirring up a huge spiritual energy. The spiritual energy spread and dispersed all the blizzards that hit the deck.
The heavy coat draped over his broad shoulders was rustling in the wanton wind. The sharp combat suit that was slimming but full of texture was also looming in the storm. With his 2.4-meter-tall, tower-like figure, he actually had an amazing power that dominated the sky.
It was this power that made the four people involuntarily retreat to both sides and let the middle position give way to each other.
Yes, this figure was none other than the Tenglong God of War, Hai Dongsheng.
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