Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Fan Jian curled his lips when he heard this.

How come entering a secret realm is like leveling up and fighting monsters, like playing a game?

"If you don't have any good stuff, why don't you just put the secret realm down for no reason?" Fan Jian said.

"I spent so much effort just to pick some grass and flowers. I made such a big fuss, but in the end it was useless and I got very little benefit."

"Look at your stingy appearance, you are not that big.

Why don't you just stop wasting time? Those who know you are opening up the secret realm, and those who don't know you are helping the victims!"

The divine mind projection looked at Fan Jian immediately after hearing this, and said thoughtfully after thinking for a while:

"Your words are quite interesting, you just want benefits, right?

That's easy, you can be like those land immortals and force your way through all the checkpoints you encounter, that's it!

Defeat the gatekeepers and you can choose everything.

However, once you choose to force your way through, the gatekeepers at the next checkpoint will kill you!

Whether to follow the rules and save your life while taking one or two items and leaving, or force your way through and take everything, it depends on your own ability!"

The divine mind shadow said, and then laughed and disappeared.

Seeing this, Fan Jian immediately said:

"You are really sick!"

The Saint Gu frowned and said:

"This secret realm is different from the previous ones. The previous secret realms were not guarded, and the dangers were all in the environment and mechanisms in the secret realm.

But this secret realm is full of weirdness, as if it was specially arranged and released."

Fan Jian scratched his head and said:

"Never mind, let's see what's going on behind. If you can pass the level, then pass it. If you can't, just fight your way through!"

As he said, he pushed the door and walked in.

Who knew that as soon as the door was opened, a murderous aura instantly rushed over, and everyone was already in a military formation.

There was a desolate plain all around, with two armies facing each other, and a handsome young man stood opposite.

So damn handsome!

But his legs were a bit weird!

The young man had fair skin and was handsome, wearing a short robe and was skilled in martial arts, but his legs looked a little bent, and they didn't look like human legs at all.

Behind him stood a huge army, arranged in a particularly strange way.

"What's going on again? Illusion?" Fan Jian muttered to himself.

Then the young man jumped on a horse and said with a smile:

"Welcome to the Tiandi Xingluo Bureau, I am the defender Yan Xianji."

"Stop talking nonsense, what's the trick this time?"

Fan Jian frowned and looked at Yan Xianji.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you the rules." Yan Xianji said with a smile.

"The Tiandi Xingluo Bureau is a military chessboard. Everyone goes to the chessboard and plays the six armies of chariots, horses, cannons, elephants, soldiers and soldiers respectively, and fights against me.

Everyone can act once in each round, and it's up to you how to act.

Kill one of my pieces, reward a set of skills, and you can continue to move forward. If you kill one piece without killing it, you can only go to the side to wait!

If you lose the chess game, the people waiting to be determined can only stop here. If you win, you can continue to move forward to the next area. How about it?"

"Trouble!" Fan Jian said in a deep voice.

"What if I choose to force my way in?"

The young man laughed loudly upon hearing this:

"Okay, you can force your way in too! Defeat me, or kill me, and you can take all the skills in Yanyue Tower! But you have to have the ability to do so!"

Fan Jian smiled upon hearing this and said:

"Needless to say, I choose to force my way in!"

"Very good! Very courageous!"

The young man said, raised his hand and waved it, and a large flag suddenly appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers around him suddenly changed dramatically.

The armor on the soldier who was originally holding a spear and wearing armor was embedded in the flesh and absorbed by the body.

The armor became a part of the body, and then sharp keratin appeared on the body, piling up on the body like another set of armor.

The spear in his hand gradually connected with the body, and the forearms of both hands seemed to grow two long spearheads.

In addition to the spearmen, the other soldiers behind also changed. Some merged with the horses under them to form a huge chariot, and some merged with the cannons beside them to form a human-shaped cannon.

The clothes around Yan Xianji began to shatter, and his body suddenly swelled. His height, which was not even as tall as Fan Jian's shoulders, suddenly rose to nearly ten feet.

White hard hair grew all over his body, and two horns on his head rose to the sides of his forehead. His legs stepped on the ground like hooves, his hands were strong and brave, and he exuded a manic aura that made people shudder.

Fan Jian was shocked when he saw this.

This situation, how can it be like a group fight!

Didn't the secret realm come from the upper realm?

Why do all of them look like monsters?

Yan Xianji finished his transformation, stretched his muscles, smiled at Fan Jian and said:

"I'm ready, how about you?"

Fan Jian swallowed his saliva and said:

"Well, can I regret it? I want to play chess!"

Yan Xianji smiled and said:

"No! Go!"

As soon as the voice fell, the rows of soldiers jumped out, as fast as a flash of light.

Everyone felt that the ground under their feet was shaking with their running.

Seeing the distance getting closer and closer, Gu Shengren immediately flew to the front row.

Fan Jian said in a deep voice:

"Everyone step back, let me test their strength first!"

Fan Jian stepped forward with the Nine-Nine Palace Steps and met the attack of one of the spearmen head-on.

The spear came and pierced Fan Jian, and the spear shattered instantly.

The muscle golden wheel was not broken, and the opponent's strength was less than the fifth level of the Nascent Soul.

Fan Jian raised his hand and waved it, and a sword energy slashed the soldier's body, and the flaw attack was triggered, and the soldier was immediately cut in half by the sword energy.

"The soldier's strength is around the Golden Core Realm." Fan Jian said in a deep voice.

"The main stand is in front, and the auxiliary ones retreat!"

Everyone jumped forward immediately after hearing this.

The scene was full of swords and blood and flesh flying.

Most of the people in the Yunyu Sect had profound cultivation and skilled skills, and they killed one or two of the soldiers as soon as they met.

The people in the Sakya Sect were not much behind, and the monks of the Kong generation of the Weituo Court were golden all over.

A punch has the power to split mountains and rocks. The little nuns in Jialanyuan are also good at swordsmanship. They can fight against a soldier in a measured way. Often, they can kill a soldier after ten moves.

Half of the people in Qingmumen are auxiliary fighters. The five pavilions of Xiaoyi Yao Fuyun cooperate with the five pavilions of Daojian Tianling Jiu, which can often make Bai Jiushi and others play three to five times the combat power.

Not to mention Gu Shengren and Fan Jian.

Seeing that the three to five thousand soldiers died hundreds of them in one round of charge, Yan Xianji sneered, waved the flag in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"Send out the chariot, advance the cannon, and jump the horse!"

As soon as the voice fell, the hundreds of special soldiers rushed over. The chariot soldiers rushed forward with unmatched momentum, and the blades on the wheels were covered with tearing whirling sword energy, rushing towards everyone.

Before everyone could react, a cannon sounded, and then a huge fireball hit everyone.