Fantasy: All my skills are passive

After hearing Gu Shengren's words, Fan Jian felt a little calmer, but he still said:

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the worst. The commander of the Blood River has strange methods and strong strength.

It would be fine if they ran away as soon as they saw the Blood River Commander, but if they didn't run away and had any luck, the Blood River Commander might find an opportunity to plant the blood demon's heart seed! "

The Saint Gu frowned slightly when he heard this and said in a deep voice:

"You are right to say that. The three of them are the top powerhouses among the land gods. They will not give in immediately when they encounter the Blood River Commander."

Ye Qingqing pursed her lips and said:

"I hope the leader is safe and sound!"

After flying for a long time, when the three of them arrived at the gate of the Ghost Gate, it was already late at night.

Fan Jian was startled when he saw about ten people sitting cross-legged outside the ghost gate. He thought the devil from hell had escaped.

When the two sides met like this, they were both surprised.

"Seven Great Vajras?"

"Donor Fan?"

Wu Nan also said in shock:

"How did you get out?"

After struggling to explain this mistake, the seven Vajras sighed in unison, Wu Nan said in a deep voice:

"Donor Fan, now that you have escaped, don't go back again!

When Hidden Sword Immortal and the three of them went to hell, even if they couldn't harm the Blood River Commander, it would still be easy to escape, so why bother with so much effort? If you go in and they come out again, wouldn't it be another joke? "

"You don't understand." Fan Jian said eagerly:

"The Commander-in-Chief of Blood River is full of tricks..."

"Donor Fan!"

Before Fan Jian could finish speaking, Ting Wunan continued:

"Do you believe in destiny?"

"What's the fixed number?"

Fan Jian frowned and said.

Wu Nan said in a deep voice:

"You were kidnapped by Master Luo Xing to the hell realm, and Master Luo Xing finally brought you out. This is a destiny!

You have left the hell realm, and Hidden Sword Immortal and the others have entered the hell realm again. This is also a given!

Master Ling Xing’s more than ten Nascent Soul reincarnations have all been eminent monks guarding the destiny lock. This is a destiny. And because of him, the blood demon’s heart seed can be re-refined. This is also a destiny!

It was a given that the Ancient Sword Immortal brought the Blood Demon Heart Seed out of hell for the first time, and now it is a given that he will enter hell again!

It’s a given that the demons from hell will appear, and it’s a given that they won’t appear! "

"It's fixed, it's fixed! I'm determined to be your grandma!"

Fan Jian was furious when he heard this and said:

"Didn't they choose these things themselves? You guys said everything. Weren't you the people of the Sakyamuni Sect who yelled at me to beat me and kill me?"

What are you talking about with me now? Since there is a certain number, what are you doing here? "

Seeing Wu Nan said in a deep voice:

"We are staying here to end the destiny!"

"End you..."

Fan Jian was about to get angry when he suddenly realized what he meant. He looked at the seven of them and immediately understood what they meant by ending!

"OK!"

Fan Jian sneered and raised his hand, holding the long sword in his hand, and said in a deep voice:

"If they can come back safely, it would be best if they don't bring the Blood Demon Heart Seed. If not, you will terminate them. Is this what you mean?"

Wu Nan didn't admit it, but he didn't object either. He just put his hands together and said:

"Amitabha!"

"Hmph!" Fan Jian sneered and said:

"Do you think the seven of you can beat any of the three of them?"

"The blood demon heart seed enters the human body for the first time through spiritual thoughts, which will make the host fall into a weak state!"

The aunt saint also snorted coldly and said:

"That's what Gu Bufan was like back then!"

When Fan Jian heard this, he immediately sneered and said:

"I finally understand you monks! They are just a bunch of bald donkeys who only dare to pinch weak persimmons! Why didn't you go find Gu Bufan when he had the blood demon heart seed in him?"

Wu Wenyan said expressionlessly:

"When Gu Bufan was carrying the blood demon's heart seed, the destiny lock had not been damaged. As long as he controlled the heart and did not eat people when the blood demon attacked the heart, the blood demon's heart seed would not grow. However, Gu Bufan and Gu Shengren were against the blood demon. The mind seed control is pretty good!

Later, the Destiny Lock was damaged and the Blood River Commander released the Blood Demon. This made it possible for the Blood Demon's Heart Seed to grow into sanity, and then it would be out of control. That's why Master Ling Xing took the initiative to find a solution!

All of this did not happen overnight, but was the result of a combination of reasons! How can we say that Sakyamuni is picking on the weak? "

Fan Jian thought for a moment after hearing this, and it seemed that this was indeed true!

If Xiao Guizang and Gu Bufan hadn't had a fight that shook the foundation of the world, the Destiny Lock would not have been destroyed.

But they were fighting because they were kidnapped by the Saint.

And he was kidnapped by the Gusheng because he killed Yuan Qingshou by mistake and attracted the Xuanyuan Clan!

What the hell, it turned out to be my fault?

Fan Jian was stunned.

Could this be what is called a drink and a peck, all cause and effect?

Seeing that Fan Jian was silent, he said in a deep voice:

"Donor Fan, the matter has come to this, even if you go in, it won't help.

Regardless of whether the blood demon heart seed is planted or not, and whoever it is planted in, the result is that the destiny lock must be destroyed by the blood demon heart seed to open the gate of hell!

It would be best if we could stop the person with the blood demon's heart seed. If not, then ultimately we need to protect the civilians of all the eight realms in China.

If the hell blood demon eats people and gains sanity, tens of millions of saint-level blood demons will have an impact. I think you, Donor Fan, know better than anyone else! "

Fan Jian was shocked when he heard this.

The blood demon was a demon derived from the foam of the blood river by the great commander of the blood river.

Once he eats a person and gains sanity, he will become the saint-level blood demon he saw before who can imitate the opponent's skills at any time.

When the time comes, let alone the middle eight realms, even if you go to the seventh realm, your life will be ruined!

Fan Jian gritted his teeth, thought for a moment and said:

"Yun Gu, Qing Qing, let's go!"

"Where to go?"

Ye Qingqing asked doubtfully.

"Go back to the Qingmu Gate, split up, gather all the sects from the upper seven realms, evacuate the mortals from the middle eight realms first, and then set up a defense line!"

No matter what, it’s best to be prepared in advance!

Seeing this, Wuyan said in a deep voice:

"Thank you so much, Master Fan!"

Fan Jian glanced at them coldly and said:

"Remember, if one of the three of them dies because of you, I will never let you off lightly!"

After saying that, Fan Jian raised his hand, jumped onto Jingji, and flew towards the sky with Ye Qingqing and Gu Shengren in his arms.

Fan Jian felt very complicated at this time.

He doesn't want to be a savior!

But there are too many things in this world that he misses now, including the Qingmu Sect, Yunyu Sect, several great monks from the Sakyamuni Sect who help him practice martial arts, and even the auction house that helps him sell medicine.

He wants to save all these people!

But how to save?

The middle eight realms are vast. Let alone mortals, even ordinary practitioners from the upper seven realms would find it difficult to leave the closest realms in a short period of time!

The only way is to mobilize everyone in the spiritual cultivation world to use magic weapons that can carry the population to take away all the people!

But the world of spiritual cultivation is like a plate of loose sand. To cure it from house to house, it is almost as difficult as climbing to the sky!