Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Fan Jian was speechless.

No wonder he was chasing me all the way with his spiritual shadows. He was really patient!

A gentleman's revenge is never too late, isn't it?

"Aren't you afraid that I will leave the secret realm halfway?"

Fan Jian asked as he ran.

Fan Buwei sneered and said:

"I know you divine cultivators too well. For the chance to ascend to heaven, you can give up everything! What's more, there are so many things that you think are priceless treasures!

You are against the power of heaven. With this kind of character, if there is a secret realm, would you not go all the way?

Counting it up, the two people went up for so long, the thing should have been built, so I don't have to hold back!

Although this body suppresses my strength, it is still enough to kill you! Go to hell!"

Fan Buwei said, raised his long sword and jumped over, twisting his body in the air, the long sword was full of energy, and with one sword, the power spread all over Fan Jian's body.

At this moment, Wusheng appeared in front of Fan Jian, raised his hands and shouted:

"Boy worships Buddha!"

The long sword chopped Wusheng, and even though it did not hurt his golden body, it still made his legs sink and his body bend down involuntarily.

"Get out of here!"

Fan Buwei said, kicking away.

Wusheng snorted coldly, grabbed his kicked foot with one hand, raised his hand and punched:

"Lion King!"

Fan Buwei was hit directly by the punch. Seeing this, Xiang Yingqiong raised his hand and waved, shouting in a deep voice:

"Stop fighting, don't attack!"

Then the Mo Gong sword decomposed and reorganized, and immediately turned into two shackles to lock Fan Buwei's hands and feet.

Fan Buwei was immediately furious, and with a burst of true energy, the long sword chopped at the shackles.

But Guigugu Gudeng raised his hand and waved, and the Guiche sword blocked it horizontally, holding the long sword tightly.

Seeing this, Ye Wuya let go of the Qingxuan Sword and floated beside him. The sword seal in his hand kept changing, and he shouted in a deep voice:

"Invisible is the Tao, silent is the Tao, yin and yang is the Tao, birth and death is the Tao, Qiankun is the Tao, heaven and earth are the Tao, the origin is the Tao, the great Tao is the Tao!"

Then he saw the thunder condensed on the blade of the Guiche Sword, and in a blink of an eye, the blade was covered with lightning.

Then Ye Wuya held the sword with one hand, jumped down, and a thunderbolt fell like a thunderbolt.

But Fan Buwei laughed wildly and said:

"Stupid! I am the one who controls the thunder punishment in Qingting. Can the thunderbolt do anything to me?"

"The thunderbolt may not work, but I think I can!"

Fan Jian raised his hand and waved it, and the sword that had been condensed for half a day came out at will.

"Six Voids and Eight Swords, Heaven and Earth Fire, Heaven Fire and One Person!"

The two sword qi of the Heaven Fire condensed by the Six Voids and Eight Meridians intertwined and came out. The Qiantian sword force was continuous, with hundreds of attacks in one breath. The Lihuo sword force was also continuous burning, and it was also a short attack, which was perfect for triggering flaw attacks.

The two sword qi swallowed up Fan Buwei in an instant.

Then blood splashed everywhere, and a blood mist suddenly spread out. Fan Buwei was instantly smashed into pieces by multiple flaw attacks and the fixed internal injuries of the Six Voids and Eight Meridians.

Just when everyone was relieved, a voice sounded.

"Don't be too happy! It's just that I destroyed my body in the lower world!

Stinky boy, we will meet again one day! Then I will make you pay with blood! Hahahaha!"

Fan Jian curled his lips and said, "Why do villains like to use this tune? Who are you trying to scare? If you have the guts, I will call your father over next time! I will beat you so hard that your father won't recognize you!"

Although he said so, Fan Jian suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

This battle was too tiring, not physically, but mentally.

Fan Buwei's pressure was so strong that if it weren't for Wusheng's Wei Tuo Jin Shen Gong, I'm afraid that the three land gods might not be able to hurt Fan Buwei at all.

Thinking of this, Fan Jian couldn't help but be a little surprised. He didn't expect that Wei Tuo Jin Shen Gong could also pass on skills.

The Eight Vajra combined?

Fan Jian turned to look at Wusheng, and just as he was about to ask, he saw that the golden light around Wusheng had dissipated, and his face not only did not return to its original color, but became a little gray, and his body softened, and he was about to fall down.

"Master Wusheng, what's wrong with you?"

Fan Jian hurriedly stepped forward to support him and said.

Wusheng said tiredly:

"I used the Sacrifice Seal! My life has been burned out!"

Fan Jian was shocked when he heard this.

No wonder Wusheng's combat power is close to that of the immortals on land. It turns out that it is not only the combination of the Eight Vajra, but also the burning of life in exchange for explosive power!

Fan Jian hurriedly took out a bottle of Ziyun Qinglu wine and poured it down for him, saying:

"It's okay, it's okay! Isn't it just life that is burning? With Ziyun Qinglu wine, I can make up for as much life as you want, just burn it for me!"

However, after drinking that bottle of Ziyun Qinglu wine, Wusheng's face did not get much better, but the degree of graying was slowed down a little.

"How could this happen?"

Fan Jian was shocked when he saw this, and quickly took out another bottle to make him drink it.

But Wusheng waved his hand and said:

"Master Fan, no need, use the Sacrifice Seal, and print out the Sacrifice Seal! What is burning is not only the life span, but also the life."

Fan Jian's heart sank when he heard this.

He understood what Wusheng meant by doing this.

Wusheng wanted to repay the debt he owed Fan Jian with his life.

Fan Jian frowned, raised his hand and waved, took out seven or eight bottles of Ziyun Qinglu wine, and poured them into Wusheng one by one, saying:

"Are you sick? Did I ask you to pay me back? Drink it!

Isn’t it just burning life? I don’t believe that one of its broken skills can produce more wine than my Ziyun Qinglu! drink! "

However, after drinking seven or eight bottles, Wu Sheng's face only became a little rosier, and his aura was still weakening.

At this moment, the saint sighed slightly, took out a flower from his body and pinned it on Wu Sheng.

It's the blood-crying cuckoo given by Mingyue Xia.

Blood Crying Cuckoo can block fatal damage once.

And in this sacrifice of life seal, what is sacrificed is life.

The moment the blood-crying cuckoo landed on Wu Sheng's body, its color instantly turned extremely bright red, and then a burst of blood-colored light bloomed, suddenly pouring into Wu Sheng's body.

The lifeless malaise stopped, and the effects of Ziyun Clear Wine began to show.

Fan Jian then sighed and said:

"It belongs to his grandma. If I had known that this flower was useful, I wouldn't have wasted so many bottles of it!"

As he said that, he looked at Wu Sheng lying on the ground and said:

"Get up, why are you still lying down?"

Wu Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was fine.

Fan Jian took off his blood-crying cuckoo and pinned it on Gushengren's chest. Gushengren was about to speak when he heard Fan Jian say:

"Don't refuse, I don't want to regret it!"

The saint smiled slightly and shook his head.

At this moment, he heard Elder Shen groan, and Fan Jian quickly turned around and saw Elder Shen half-kneeling on the ground with his arms covered, and Guan Shuya spit out a mouthful of blood in embarrassment.

Upon seeing this, Guigu Lone Deng said immediately:

"Brother Fan, take advantage of the moment!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately jumped forward and stabbed Guan Shuya with his sword.

At this moment, the scope of the main hall suddenly restored, and Fan Jian was jumping in the air. He was hit on the head by the suddenly lowered roof of the hall, and fell to the ground with his head covered.

Guan Shuya snorted coldly and jumped out of the hall.