Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"Killing formation?"

Fan Jian suddenly said doubtfully after hearing this.

"You mean the sword formation?"

But Elder Shen shook his head and said:

"It's not a sword formation. The sword formation is a form of cluster attack. Its power will not be improved. It's just that the attack density increases due to the number of people, making it difficult for the enemy to dodge and parry.

But the killing formation is different. According to my research, when two different people with the same cultivation level, the same strength, and the same technique perform their moves at the same time, they will have a fusion effect, and their power will increase exponentially.

This kind of killing formation can be used not only on two people, but also on three, four, or even more people. The children of Yun Yu Clan are almost the same in strength, and their techniques are exactly the same.

In this case, dozens of them used the killing array attack at the same time, and the damage caused was not even lower than the full blow of the Dacheng realm god cultivator! "

Fan Jian immediately said happily after hearing this:

"This is a good thing! Brother Shen, just discipline them. These children are hardworking and talented. If they learn well, we will have a few more helpers!"

Elder Shen shook his head when he heard this and said:

"If they need to play, it means that the world of spiritual cultivation is completely in chaos!"

Fan Jian sighed.

He understood what Elder Shen meant. In fact, he understood this truth better than Elder Shen.

But in a time of life and death, who can guarantee that they have the ability to give them a safe place?

It was late at night and everyone was sleeping deeply. The Saint Gu had not come back yet. Ye Qingqing also fell asleep peacefully, but Fan Jian couldn't sleep.

He walked out the door, took out a bottle of wine, and tasted it carefully.

I don’t know how many more days I can live like this.

In fact, if he thought about it carefully, Fan Jian thought that he might not have a chance to compete with the Blood River Commander.

After the vulnerability attack is advanced, the resurrection and healing ability of Manzhushahua Flower Demon Manzhuer has basically been invalidated.

As long as he can be sure that his attack will not fail and will not be blocked by the demon heart of the Blood River Commander, he will have a chance to kill him.

strength!

What is lacking is strength!

As long as the realm is sufficient, the power of Fan Jian's passive skills can be greatly improved.

Thinking of this, Fan Jian took out the medicine furnace and made more than a dozen furnaces of Yunling Pill in one breath.

Seeing the thousands of pills in front of him, Fan Jian raised his hand to grab a handful and ate them without hesitation.

Under the passive power of Fan Jian's medicine god, each Super Spirit Pill has twenty-five times the effect, and the majestic spiritual power instantly fills Fan Jian's Dantian.

Fan Jian quickly sat cross-legged and performed the mudra of the word "Ji" in the true flow of Buddhism and Taoism, and the compassionate posture of Medicine Buddha to absorb the spiritual power.

The huge spiritual power was continuously transformed into Fan Jian's cultivation by the true flow of Buddhism and Taoism, and the dense alchemy energy all over his body gradually turned into spiritual power.

As soon as the elixir energy dissipated, Fan Jian immediately grabbed a large handful of medicine and stuffed it into his mouth.

At the same time, he released the phantom of his spiritual thoughts and also grabbed the medicine and drank it.

Fan Jian's spiritual shadow is no longer any different from his own. Under the double increase, Fan Jian's cultivation level is also rising rapidly.

By the time he had finished all ten furnaces of Spirit-enriching Pills, Fan Jian's cultivation had reached the fifth level of God Transformation.

But he didn't continue to eat.

It wasn't because of anything else, it was just because he really couldn't eat anymore.

Although the Yunling Pill was not bitter, it still tasted like medicine. After chewing several thousand pills, his mouth seemed to be full of medicinal taste.

"The next step is to increase the power of the Harmony Heart Sword!"

Thinking of this, Fan Jian immediately took out a jade slip from his mustard bracelet.

On the jade slip, there were three engraved words:

"Tiandao Ce."

Daozang Sect's secret technique that is not passed on is said to be a technique that can control the power of heavenly calamity and communicate with the upper world.

When Ye Wuya gave this technique to him, Fan Jian stuffed it into Gushengren's mustard bracelet.

Originally, he wanted to hand her over to Ye Qingqing, but the little girl said nothing.

After several twists and turns, it finally returned to Fan Jian's hands.

"Are you that mysterious after all?"

Fan Jian murmured, sinking his mind and integrating his spiritual thoughts into the jade slip.

At this moment, Fan Jian seemed to have arrived in a vast white place, surrounded by an ethereal and boundless space.

"What are you doing? Isn't this a Kung Fu?" Fan Jian said doubtfully.

"This is indeed a skill!"

Then a voice suddenly sounded.

Fan Jian was startled. He quickly looked around and saw a figure appearing in the vast mist.

I saw that the man was wearing a Taoist robe, with a huge Yin-Yang fish and Tai Chi picture painted on the Taoist robe. He was holding a whisk in his hand. He looked like an immortal and independent person.

"Uncle, who are you?" Fan Jian said in surprise.

The old Taoist priest shook his fly whisk and said in a deep voice:

"Who do you think I am?"

"I think? I think you are Thomson Cruise!" Fan Jian said speechlessly.

"Do you have any skills to teach? Leave without me!"

The old Taoist priest shook his head helplessly, raised his hand, and a strong wind suddenly blew around him.

The wind seemed to blow straight into his soul, causing Fan Jian's whole body to feel pain as if it were cut into pieces by a thousand knives. Immediately, the wind energy encircled his body. Fan Jian felt a little better, but then he was stunned.

Because this wind was somewhat familiar to him.

It is the wind outside the boundary, the undetermined wind.

Just when Fan Jian was confused, he heard the voice of the old Taoist priest coming from all around, but it sounded a little illusory at this time.

"This strategy is called the Heavenly Dao Strategy, the Heavenly Dao is the beginning and the Heavenly Dao is the end."

"The Heavenly Dao is the beginning of the tangible, and the Heavenly Dao is the end of the intangible."

As soon as the voice fell, a force suddenly appeared in front of Fan Jian, causing Fan Jian to dodge hurriedly. Just as he was about to get angry, he saw the force sinking into the vastness under his feet, and then gradually condensed, gradually turning into a solid, thick and chaotic like mud.

Before Fan Jian was surprised, the mud suddenly swelled and instantly turned into a height of tens of thousands of miles.

Seeing this, Fan Jian was suddenly shocked.

Is this... Zhujie Mountain?

Before Fan Jian thought about it, he saw more than a dozen forces circling around Zhujie Mountain, turning into layers of divine cultivation worlds.

"The way of heaven is to reproduce, and all things grow and develop. The way of heaven punishes and destroys, and all things collapse and fall."

Everything in the Zhujie Mountain suddenly began to evolve and generate, from flowers and grass to trees and stones, all of which appeared out of thin air in front of Fan Jian.

Fan Jian's mind was like shuttling between heaven and earth. As soon as his mind moved, he flew over immediately.

Is this the power of creation?

Seeing this, Fan Jian's mind moved, and he raised his hand to take a newly opened flower in his hand, but as soon as he put it in his palm, the flower began to wither and die, turning into withered soil and flying away from Fan Jian's hand.

Is this the power of ruin? The power of heavenly tribulation?

"All things have tribulations, birth is a tribulation of life, and extinction is a tribulation of death. People have three disasters, nine tribulations, and ten tribulations.

One disaster for life, one disaster for life, and one disaster for death."

As soon as the voice fell, Fan Jian realized that his body suddenly became smaller, like a baby, without a trace of strength in his body. What he wanted to say turned into a cry.