Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Fan Jian sneered when he heard this.

That sounds nice!

Can the temptation of a demon be taken seriously?

After opening the gate of hell, Fan Jian will be the eternal scum of the world of spiritual cultivation from now on!

Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, and the Jingji sword came out of its sheath with a clanging sound.

"If it were before, I would definitely think of some crazy ideas and go out first! But now..."

Seeing Fan Jian's back straight, he said in a deep voice:

"Liang Qianjue, the first generation head of the Qingmu Sect, made an unforgivable mistake in his life due to a moment of confusion, and even after a lifetime he has not been able to wash away that stigma!

Countless people in the spiritual cultivation world have tried their best to lock you monsters in hell!

Although I, Fan Jian, am not a gentleman, I know how to be upright and unyielding! A swordsman would rather break than bend!

One word! I am a man, I should treat nothing like rape!

The third ancestral precept of the Qingmu Sect! Stay true to your heart! Watch the world! I will fight to the death! "

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fan Jian's forehead glowing with light, and then the Aoki Sword Seal shone brightly!

Fan Jian has already thought clearly, the situation in front of him may only lead to death!

A blood river commander is enough to kill him instantly with just a raise of his hand, not to mention the immortal ability of Manzhushahua flower demon Manzhuer.

Even though there is a wounded man with unknown strength on his side, Wu Sheng is still standing there!

In short, in one sentence, death is inevitable, and Fan Jian just wants to die more gloriously!

Just listen to Manzhuer say with a smile:

"Wait a minute to refuse, don't you want to know the truth?"

"the truth?"

"Yes, the truth!" Manzhuer said with a smile.

"The truth about Muyue Pavilion, isn't this what you want to know from Shui Yaoyao?"

Upon hearing this, the Commander-in-Chief of Blood River immediately glanced at Fan Jian and said:

"Oh? Do you still know about Muyue Pavilion? It seems that I can't let you go!

How about it? Do you want to know the truth? Just sit on my throne! "

The Commander of Blood River said, turning aside to give up the position of the throne.

Fan Jian frowned and snorted coldly:

"What's the truth? What does it matter if you know it or not?

I only believe in one sentence: No matter how evil people become evil, the evil deeds have already been done.

Originally I was a little interested in this truth, but now I look at it, haha, how about love!

Even if I die here, it will definitely not be me who opens the destiny lock! "

"Well said!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Mad Demon Buddha laughed wildly, raised his hand and tore off the skull from his neck. His handprints changed continuously, and he muttered silently:

“Greed, anger, stupidity, jealousy, and ignorance are delusions.

If you receive a blow, wake up and eliminate the three corpses! "

"The wrathful person is a Buddha, the power of suppressing demons and subduing obstacles!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the skull rosary beads were all broken into pieces and turned into a huge shadow covering the blood river commander.

He saw the phantom wearing a skull crown, with an angry and ferocious face, and a skull bowl in his hand, with blood dripping from the bowl.

Wearing human skin and stepping on demons, with blazing fire all over his body, he looks domineering and angry, with a majestic demeanor!

The Commander-in-Chief of Blood River looked at the phantom shrouded in his body, and immediately looked at the Demonic Buddha thoughtfully and said: "So that's it, pretending to be a demon from Buddha, and become a Demon of Blood River.

In fact, he just turned to practice Dark Buddha and became a Buddha in wrath, hiding himself in order to contribute to the world of spiritual cultivation in the future? You've been hiding for more than 1,800 years, crazy monk, you can really endure it! "

The Demonic Buddha sneered and said: "The poor monk went to hell and never wanted to leave! Whatever the truth is, the poor monk doesn't care as much as the donor!

The poor monk only knows that no matter what, if the hell demons escape from hell, the world will be devastated! As for the future, the poor monk also believes that someone can stop that future from coming!

Donor, the Commander-in-Chief of the Blood River was restrained by the poor monk’s dharma, please take the people away quickly! "

Fan Jian was confused when he saw this. What is going on?

Why does this crazy demon Buddha jump sideways repeatedly?

What exactly does it consist of?

Just when Fan Jian was confused, he heard the Commander of Blood River say in a calm tone:

"It's just the appearance of the wrathful god as Buddha. Even if the wrathful god comes in person as the Buddha, it's just the soil under my feet, stopping me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a burst of red power disperse in all directions, and the phantom of the Dharma was immediately dispersed by the power.

The face of the Mad Demon Buddha changed and he immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

Fan Jian was shocked when he saw this, and quickly hugged Gu Shengren to run away.

But Xue He raised his hand and waved, and a ray of red light suddenly hit Fan Jian.

A strong feeling of palpitations filled Fan Jian's heart. He quickly escaped and used all his strength to protect the saint.

However, he was knocked out by the force and fell to the ground, his internal organs hurting like fire.

He spit out a mouthful of blood suddenly, without even a chance to swallow the blood.

Fan Jian immediately took out the wine and took a swig, but his heart was almost filled with despair.

This difference in strength was as big as clouds and mud. Just by being passed by that force, his internal organs were almost shattered.

Fan Jian stood up and said in a deep voice:

"Jing Ji, take Yun Gu out to find Qing Qing! If she is damaged in any way, I will break you in half!"

When Jingji heard the words, he let out a clang and immediately flew out with the saint.

The Commander-in-Chief of Blood River did not stop him, he just looked at Fan Jian with a smile and said:

"What? Do you think you can fight with me?"

"Of course not." Fan Jian said with a sneer.

"I'm just a Nascent Soul Realm divine cultivator. My cultivation age is not even a fraction of your age. Naturally, I don't think I can do anything to you!"

Fan Jian said, raising his hand and waving, the two swords of water and fire were already in his hand:

"It's just that I'm a stupid person. I know I can't do something, but I still want to try it!

What's more, if I beat a top player like you, I won't lose no matter whether I win or lose! "

As he said that, he raised his hand and Shangganxiali Tianhuo took action. The sword energy surged towards the blood river, but he dispersed it all with an understatement of raising his hand.

Then he saw him taking a step forward and already appearing in front of Fan Jian.

His tall stature made him two heads taller than Fan Jian. He looked down at Fan Jian and said:

"My only interest in you is whether you can open the destiny lock!

Recruiting you is just to give you an extra opportunity. Since you don't cherish it, I can only use the method I am most accustomed to! "

As he spoke, he raised his hand to grab Fan Jian's head.

At this critical moment, Shangtanweng was seen floating in like a leaf.

He jumped up and rode on the neck of the Commander of the Blood River, his legs tightly holding the Commander of the Blood River's arms.

"Blood River, I challenge you now!"

The Commander-in-Chief of Blood River immediately snorted coldly after hearing this:

"Challenge now? You just want to save him!"

"Whatever you say, in short, I challenge you!"

Shang Tanweng looked at Fan Jian and said while imprisoning the Blood River Commander.

"Friend, remember to burn some charcoal for me when you go out!"

Fan Jian gritted his teeth, turned around and flew out of the garden.

Before he could even take two steps, he heard a muffled groan behind him. When he turned around, he saw the wounded man flew out and fell down on the throne, his life or death uncertain.

"Hell is so big, where do you want to escape?"