Fantasy: All my skills are passive

The fantasy saint slowly stood up.

The tight binding of the Heart-Seducing Snake Sword caused his body to be covered with circular sword wounds, and blood spurted out every step he took.

Fortunately, this is Qingmumen's property, and there are still some wild herbs around.

Huan Sage found some hemostatic grass to stop the bleeding, and then he jumped into the sky again.

He searched around and finally found a town where ordinary spiritual cultivators lived. When he saw a boy herding cows outside the city, he immediately flew down from the sky.

He wants blood.

Living blood!

The phantom saint's thousand phantom bodies have the ability to absorb the blood of living people and heal injuries.

He didn't tell even the people closest to him about this.

For the world of spiritual cultivation, the act of killing people and drinking blood is no different from the demons in the hell world.

Even he would not use this method unless absolutely necessary.

Warm blood flowed into his throat, and the fantasy saint felt that his strength had recovered somewhat.

The shepherd boy let out several frightened shouts, but could no longer say anything.

The Phantom Saint greedily sucked his blood, and he felt that the time for his revenge was getting closer and closer.

Yao Yinghui!

Xuan Sanniang!

And those bastards from Qingmumen!

All must die!

Thinking of this, Huan Sage sucked harder.

"Evil beast!"

A loud bell-like roar sounded from the sky, and then a Buddhist curse emitting golden light fell from the sky, immediately smashing the Huan Saint into the soil.

Then he saw Wu Sheng and Jing Fan descending from the sky.

Wu Sheng's face was filled with anger, and Jing Fan's face was filled with tears.

"Donor Fan! You still failed to resist the blood demon's heart seed after all!"

Jingfan took a deep breath, and the divine eye on his forehead also closed.

Wu Sheng picked up the Huan Saint who was only breathing out, and said angrily.

"I shouldn't have let you live! It was a waste of life!"

Huan Shengren opened his blurred eyes, saw Wu Sheng's angry face, and immediately said with a bitter smile.

"It's you...hehe...what a destiny!"

Wu Sheng threw Huan Sheng down and said in a deep voice.

"Jingfan, back off!"

Jingfan sighed and stepped back dozens of steps.

Wu Sheng raised his hand and took out the Prajna Golden Bowl. He flicked his fingers on the golden bowl, and it immediately made a sound.

"There will be no killing in the pure land, and there will be Bodhi in destroying demons and defending the way!"

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..."

Seeing the sound of Buddhist chants, Huan Sage suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if his heart began to beat violently with the sound of the golden bowl.

He struggled to cover his ears, but still couldn't resist the sound that pierced his eardrums.

"puff!"

Finally, with a violent shock in his heart, Huan Sheng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground. A Nascent Soul also flew out. Just as he was about to fly away, he was shattered by a Buddhist curse.

Wu Sheng put away the golden bowl and said in a deep voice.

"Donor Fan, the things you have committed are too bad! Only by exposing your body to the sun and being eaten by insects and birds can the sins on your body be washed away! Amitabha!"

As Wu Sheng spoke, he recited the death sutra on the shepherd boy's body. Then he dug a hole and put the shepherd boy in without covering it with soil. He took out paper and pen and wrote down the cause of his death. Cai and Jingfan jumped away.

I don't know how much time passed until it was almost dusk.

The fantasy saint's hand suddenly moved.

He opened his eyes, looked around, and then sat up with a raging smile on his face.

He looked at the piece of paper left by Wu Sheng and roared angrily.

"Wu Sheng! If I died so easily, how could I have done so many things! So many people are chasing me, and I can still live well. Do you really think that you can kill me with just one scripture! "

The illusion is like death!

Completely simulate the appearance of death, including the Nascent Soul leaving the body.

This is also the biggest reason why he can escape the pursuit of the divine cultivator again and again.

But at this time, he was exhausted.

There was no trace of true energy in his body, and the wounds from the sword collapsed.

He stood up with the medicine hoe and was about to leave when he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Fan Jian?"

Huan Shengxin was shocked, and when he looked back, he saw a young goddess cultivator looking at him in surprise.

"It's really you!" The goddess Xiu looked at the saint Huan coldly and said.

"If you hadn't abolished the furnace cauldron, my cultivation would have broken through the distraction realm long ago! How could I run away from the battlefield and not dare to go back to Qingmumen! It's really a narrow road for enemies today! Let me, Liu Yanxi, meet you here!"

The illusory saint wants to cry but has no tears.

Fan Jian, Fan Jian, how many enemies do you have!

Finally, Huan Sheng could no longer hold on and fell to the ground.

Morning light breaks.

I don't know which spiritual cultivator brought a rooster with a loud crow, and bursts of smoke began to rise around the mysterious venue.

Fan Jian turned over and suddenly felt as if his hand had touched something soft, and his nose smelled a refreshing and alluring aroma.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Ye Qingqing looking at him with a red face.

When he looked carefully, he saw that his hand was placed on an extremely soft place. He squeezed it subconsciously and blurted out immediately.

"Although it's not big, it's quite soft..."

"Uncle Guo, raise your glass and make a toast again, your eyes will be drunk and your mind will be full of energy!"

"Guo Lao throws the cup and kicks it in a series, and the donkey is smiling with joy!"

Then he saw Ye Qingqing grabbing Fan Jian's neck and kicking Fan Jian's abdomen with both legs.

"Don't... don't fight... I was wrong... my brother! Oh..."

After the farce, the sage sighed and folded the quilt.

Fan Jian looked at Ye Qingqing, who was pouting beside him, with a sad face, and said earnestly.

"Qingqing, I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Ye Qingqing narrowed her eyes and looked at Fan Jian coldly.

"I shouldn't touch randomly..."

"What else?"

"I shouldn't pinch randomly..."

"What else?"

Fan Jian's facial features were squeezed together, and he raised his head and asked.

"What else?"

The sage raised her hand and changed her pajamas. She walked past Fan Jian and said.

"You shouldn't say small!"

Fan Jian suddenly realized it when he heard it.

"Oh... I didn't say small, I said not big!"

"Get out! I'll change clothes!" Ye Qingqing said angrily.

Fan Jian sighed slightly and said.

"I'll just take a look, no..."

"Get out!"

Yun Tianye walked downstairs and saw Fan Jian walking out of the room in disgrace, saying with a smile.

"Good morning, Senior Brother Fan!"

Fan Jian laughed dryly twice, looked at Yu Huaqing who was holding Yun Tianye beside him, and said immediately.

"Junior Brother Yun, I have something to ask you! Can I have a word with you?"

Yu Huaqing immediately let go of his hand and walked towards the yard.

Fan Jian pulled Yun Tianye aside and asked in a low voice.

"Junior Brother Yun, I want to ask you something, tell me honestly!"

Yun Tianye said in confusion.

"What is it? Ask me, as long as I know, I will not hide it!"

Fan Jian scratched his head and said.

"How far have you and Junior Sister Yu progressed? Have you... that..."

Fan Jian said, and deliberately raised his eyebrows.

"Which one?" Yun Tianye was stunned for a moment.

"That one!" Fan Jian made a gesture and said.

"Have sex!"