Fantasy: All my skills are passive

The sky was already dark, and the claws of darkness were eroding every inch of the world. The surroundings were so dark that Fan Jian felt a little breathless.

Seeing the cliffs flying upwards along the way, Fan Jian turned his head to look at Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing and said with a smile:

"It's okay, just think of it as a trip!"

Gu Shengren smiled bitterly and shook her head, and Ye Qingqing also forced a smile.

Fan Jian wanted to dispel their fears, but he was not sure.

He didn't know much about the creatures in hell, but he could feel the hideous and evil violence just by a few words.

Even a great monk like Xing, after going to the hell, could kill his fellow disciples. Then these people would be eaten to the bone?

Thinking of this, Fan Jian frowned and asked:

"Old monk, what did you see in the hell?"

Wu Sheng and Jing Fan also looked at Xing after hearing this.

Then he saw Xing said in a deep voice:

"The truth!"

"What truth?"

"The truth of hell, the truth of the world of gods, the truth of everything!"

Xing made another witty remark.

Fan Jian was so angry that his teeth itched, and said in a deep voice:

"Can't you tell me clearly? What is the truth? Is it fun to hide it?"

But Xing shook his head and said:

"I can't say it!"

I can't say it again, where are there so many things I can't say!

Wait!

A flash of lightning flashed in Fan Jian's mind.

The ancestor of Qingmu Sect Liang Qianjue couldn't say it, the people of Muyue Pavilion couldn't say it, and now Xing couldn't say it either.

That means that the objects that can't be said are all in the same place!

And the so-called "can't say" of Muyue Pavilion must be related to the upper realm!

Could it be that all this is related to the upper realm?

In an instant, every word they had said to him suddenly emerged in Fan Jian's mind.

"Think about where we are now, think about my identity, think about what I did to you just now!

Think about the places you have been to, think about what happened in the world of divine cultivation!

Think about the people in the world of divine cultivation! Think carefully, connect all the things together, that is what I want to tell you!"

"If one day you are asked to make a choice, one side is justice, the other side is personal feelings, what will you choose?"

"If you can think it through, you can have both, if you can't think it through, you can only choose one!"

"You just need to know that I can't help myself. No one in this secret realm can help themselves."

"What do you think demons are? What are we?"

"Ten thousand years ago, the head of Muyue Pavilion turned all the people in Muyue Pavilion into half-beast bodies for a research, and even worse, into the form of full beasts. This matter had a great impact and even caused an extremely bad thing."

Half-beast body! Full beast body!

Demons were once human!

Could it be... this hell creature was once a demon in the upper realm that was influenced by Muyue Pavilion?

Thinking of this, a bold guess suddenly crossed Fan Jian's mind.

Could it be that the current hell world is the half-beast people exiled here by the upper world?

And the God Cultivation World is their guardian?

If this reasoning logic is correct, it proves that the upper world is trying its best to cover up this matter!

But what is the huge disaster of the God Cultivation World that Liang Qianjue mentioned?

Fan Jian felt that he still missed some important information.

Maybe he really has to go to this hell world.

It's not that he wants to be the savior.

He just wants to see what tricks these mysterious guys want to play!

Fan Jian doesn't have the heart to be a savior, but he has the heart to make trouble and make mistakes!

Not only that, but it is also very big!

After flying for more than an hour, he finally crossed the Zhujie Mountain in the middle eight realms and came to the ghost gate of the nineteenth realm, the Yin-Yang companion realm.

Ever since being taken away from Qingmu Gate by Gu Shengren, Fan Jian had been imagining what kind of existence this Ghost Gate was after hearing about it for the first time.

However, standing in front of the Ghost Gate at this moment, Fan Jian couldn't help but feel shocked.

The towering Zhujie Mountain finally lost its boundaries at this moment.

It seemed as if this was the bottom of Zhujie Mountain.

The Ghost Gate stood against the mountain, like a gate across the mountain.

However, this door had no door head, no door frame, and no door bolt, only a huge metal lock as tall as a person standing under the gate.

The lock had been locked here for more than 1,800 years, but it still looked like new.

There was only a crack in the middle, and a violent aura faintly emanated from the crack, which made Fan Jian and others shudder.

Le Xing put Fan Jian down and said:

"This is it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a deep voice came from the gap of the destiny lock:

"Le Xing, you finally brought him here!"

Fan Jian frowned and said in a deep voice: "Are you the Great Commander of Blood River?"

"Yes! It's me!"

The Great Commander of Blood River said with a smile:

"Boy, I smell your scent! You are the first person who can remove the blood demon's heart in ten thousand years!"

Fan Jian sneered and said:

"You are too kind, you are also the first person I have seen who speaks in such an unpleasant voice!"

The Great Commander of Blood River laughed when he heard it.

Fan Jian curled his lips and said: "This gap is so small, how can we get in?"

"I'll put you in the bone stupa, and then I can bring my body in!" The Blood River Commander said with a smile.

"Damn! Do you think I'm stupid?" Fan Jian said in astonishment.

"How can we get out if our bodies are in?"

Then the Blood River Commander said with a smile:

"If the gates of hell are opened, won't you be able to get out?"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes.

"So if you go in, I have to help you get through the gates of hell, otherwise you'll be out without return? Then I won't play anymore!"

"It's not up to you!"

As soon as the voice fell, the bone stupa suddenly turned around and turned into a size of dozens of feet in an instant, like a towering mountain, instantly covering all the people present.

Fan Jian felt that the power around him suddenly faded, and he couldn't mobilize a trace of true energy in his body.

Then a pale light sprinkled from the bone stupa, and immediately sucked everyone into the stupa.

Fan Jian felt dizzy for a while, and then completely lost consciousness.

In the haze, he seemed to have come to the world in the painting where he saw Liang Qianjue again.

But this time the world seemed extremely unreal, and Fan Jian himself felt like it was a dream.

Liang Qianjue at this time was also very different from the one he had seen before. Now he looked haggard, sitting on the edge of the cliff, holding a glass of wine in his hand, but he couldn't swallow it for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Fan Jian asked in confusion.

I don't know if it was because of the dream, but Fan Jian himself felt that his voice was very ethereal and unreal.

"I'm waiting for you!" Liang Qianjue said.

"Wait for me? Wait for what?" Fan Jian asked in confusion.

"Wait for you to come to see me!" Liang Qianjue picked up the wine glass and handed it to Fan Jian.

"Wait until you understand everything!"

"I already understand!" Fan Jian said.

"No, it's still a long way off!" Liang Qianjue said.

"You just picked up the key to knock on the door of the truth! If you want to really find the truth, you're still a long way off!"