Fantasy: All my skills are passive

After an unknown amount of time, the river of blood still seemed to have no end.

Several people's demand for air has become higher and higher.

Once you reach a certain level, you can indeed use the turtle breathing method to not rely on air for a long time.

But the turtle-sucking method has its limit after all.

Just like the green clouds falling in the light water, they still use the honey in the palm of their hands to produce the air for survival.

And there is no source of air in this turbulent river of blood.

Ye Qingqing and Jingfan could hardly hold on any longer.

Their faces have begun to look pale, and their veins have gradually begun to pop out.

What's even worse is that Liao Xing's condition is getting worse and worse. He has started to vomit blood, and he doesn't look like he can continue to hold on.

Even Fan Jian himself felt a little uncomfortable in his chest.

If this continues, even if everyone is not suffocated to death, their bones will be eroded by the river of blood.

Even though Fan Jian knew in his heart that these problems existed, at this time he could only use Jingji to lead everyone upward with all his strength.

"What to do? What to do?"

Fan Jian was worried.

There is a technique in the system mall that does not require breathing, but it can only be used by himself and will not help the situation at all.

"Jing Ji! Haven't you eaten? Hurry up!"

When Jingji heard this, he immediately let out a cry of aggrievedness.

At this moment, I heard the Saint Gu let out a slight moan.

Fan Jian quickly looked down and saw her brows moving slightly, and her eyes finally opened a crack.

"Fan Jian..." As the saint said, he felt a tightness in his chest.

"Stop talking, we are in a river of blood now, there is no air!" Fan Jian said quickly.

The saintess struggled to sit in his arms, and when she saw everyone there, she immediately had a clear understanding in her heart.

"It was Fan Jian who saved us!"

Gu Shengren felt a surge of joy in her heart, but when she saw Fan Jianjian's rags and Ye Qingqing's face covered with sweat, her heart suddenly felt sour again.

"Lack of air? Let me do it!"

As Gu Shengren said, he raised his hand and waved, the red Heavenly Luo condensed into a sword, and shouted in a deep voice:

"The Ancient Sword Technique, distinguish between pure and turbid!"

He saw the sword energy condensed, and the surrounding area suddenly became green and yellow.

The Taikoo Sword Technique is a secret skill passed down from Gu Bufan's family. It was created with the idea of ​​evolving the heaven and earth in mind. This technique of distinguishing between pure and turbidity can separate all the chaos between heaven and earth, and can produce green and yellow qi.

What is green, light and clear is the sky, which is the air.

The one that is yellow, heavy and turbid is the earth, that is, the earth.

The Saint Gu separated the pure and turbid air and dispersed the turbid air, leaving only the pure air. This gave everyone some relief.

When Fan Jian saw this, he suddenly had a sense of enlightenment.

Just talking about generating air, the Tianmai Qi in the Liuxu Sword Jue should also be pure Qi!

Thinking of this, Fan Jian had a thought in his mind, raised his hand and waved his Qi through the Heavenly Veins, and immediately condensed a stream of air that spread in all directions.

“What is pure and superior is called heaven!”

Fan Jian suddenly remembered the words of Gongyang Sword Immortal in his mind.

It turns out that this is the true power of Liuxu Sword Technique!

Creation!

Fan Jian has always known that the water pulse energy can condense a certain amount of water, and the fire pulse energy can also condense fire.

But after all, this was just a superficial understanding. Without someone's guidance, he would never have thought that the Six Void Sword Art could condense the real Eight Symbols.

Finally, after another long day of swimming upstream, Fan Jian suddenly noticed that the current of the Blood River had become more rapid.

There is only one possibility for this situation.

That is very close to the top of Zhujie Mountain!

The higher you go up the cone-shaped Casting World Mountain, the smaller the area where the blood river can flow, which requires a faster flow rate to ensure that the blood river below has enough blood to replenish it.

Fan Jian immediately activated the Silence Sword again and accelerated towards the top of his head.

It wasn't until a glimmer of light appeared ahead that Fan Jian was overjoyed.

It’s finally coming to an end!

Fan Jian led everyone to fly towards the light.

But when he got there, he realized that the light was not the exit he imagined, but an array similar to a magic circle.

The array diagram exudes a strong light, and in the light, a river of blood rushes downwards.

Fan Jian looked at the magic circle and suddenly thought of something, and said quickly:

"You said, since all the blood river flows into the hell realm, why is the hell not full?"

When Liao Xing heard this, he glanced at Fan Jian and said weakly:

"Because there is also a magic circle in the hell world, all the blood that flows into hell will eventually flow back through the magic circle."

I see!

Fan Jian suddenly realized!

What a clever design!

The river of blood flows down from the top of Zhujie Mountain, absorbs the hostility of the divine cultivators in Zhujie Mountain, flows into the hell world to provide nutrients for hungry ghosts and demons, and then flows back from the magic circle to complete a cycle!

What an astonishingly ingenious idea!

wrong!

Is this man-made?

Fan Jian was suddenly shocked.

If a project as big as the Blood River is man-made, is the hell world also created by others?

The Divine Cultivation Realm, the Casting Realm Mountain, the entire thirty-three realms...

Are they all man-made?

who?

A true immortal from the upper realm?

Fan Jian realized that he was starting to think too much again.

"Just cut off its source!" Fan Jian said as he raised his sword.

"Let them all starve to death!"

But when he saw Xing, he quickly stopped him and said:

"Donor Fan! This magic array involves Zhujie Mountain. Not to mention that you have no ability to destroy it, even if you have it, it will shake the foundation of Zhujie Mountain! If the fate lock is broken because of this, wouldn't it be dangerous?"

Fan Jian gave up after hearing this, curled his lips, looked at the dark and thick Zhujie Mountain above his head and said:

"Then how do we get out? We can't dig a hole, right?"

Le Xing put his hands together, his eyes seemed to be unable to open, and said in a deep voice:

"The Zhujie Mountain is extremely hard, and it cannot be penetrated by non-heavenly-grade divine weapons. Donor Fan, I'll trouble you!"

Fan Jian shrugged and said:

"Forget it, those who are capable will do more work!"

Just out of the water, it's time to dig a hole again, okay, I'm Mario!

But then I thought, since the Six Voids and Eight Swords can create, they should be able to control it!

Thinking of this, Fan Jian immediately circulated the mountain true energy and gently pushed the mountain above his head.

The mountain was seen turning back like a brick, and soon a passage several feet long appeared in front of him, which could be used for people to pass.

"Sure! Diagon Alley?"

Fan Jian couldn't help but think of a famous scene in a Western fantasy movie.

He immediately took Ye Qingqing's hand, flew upward, and controlled the true energy to disperse the surrounding mountains.

After walking for more than an hour, he finally saw a bright light in the turning of the mountain.

The light shone through the mountain as the hole became larger and larger, forming a beam of light.

Fan Jian was overjoyed.

He raised his hand and waved, pulling everyone out of the corridor.

The air around him was filled with the calamity power of the Haomiaoxiaju Realm, but it still made Fan Jian feel comfortable all over.

He stood on the top of the mountain, surrounded by the rolling sea of ​​clouds, which made him feel wild and he laughed up to the sky:

"Hahaha! You guys from the underworld! I, Hu Hansan, am back again! Hahaha!"

Just when he was happy, he heard a groan from behind him. He turned around and saw Xing lying on the ground with a pale face.