Fantasy: All my skills are passive

That feeling of powerlessness made Fan Jian feel extremely terrified.

But a moment later, Fan Jian felt that his body was gradually growing, and he could gradually make normal sounds.

He immediately cursed.

"You old bull nose! Pretending to be mysterious! Paint the dung ball white, why are you pretending to be a big garlic? If you have the guts, come out! I can't kill you!"

But as he cursed, Fan Jian realized that his body was getting heavier and heavier, his skin began to become loose, and his voice gradually became old.

This feeling of watching himself getting old, another strange fear surged into his heart.

"It's over! One disaster, one disaster, is the next disaster to die?"

Before Fan Jian's astonishment ended, he felt that his body's functions were gradually degenerating, and a sense of powerlessness filled his whole body, and he even lost the strength to raise his hands and stand.

In a blink of an eye, even the pasta began to become blurry, everything in front of him began to become dim and unclear, and finally he closed his eyes and died.

"Hiss!"

After an unknown amount of time, Fan Jian suddenly opened his eyes, checked his body, and was relieved to find that there was nothing wrong with him.

"Now you know who I am?"

The back of the old Taoist appeared in front of him. He sat cross-legged on the ground, with his back to Fan Jian.

Fan Jian scratched his head, floated over, sat cross-legged beside him and said, "I know."

"You are my uncle!"

The old Taoist turned his head and looked at Fan Jian, then shook his head and said, "You are a child who cannot be taught!"

"Heaven is the father, earth is the mother, you are the Heavenly Dao of the God Cultivation World, if you are not the uncle, what are you?" Fan Jian said with a sneer.

The old Taoist smiled and shook his head when he heard this, saying, "Yes, but not right! The Heavenly Dao is imaginary, but I am real. If I really want to say it, I created the Heavenly Dao of the God Cultivation World!"

Fan Jian smiled and said, "Then you are the uncle of the Heavenly Dao!"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Fan Jian thought for a while and asked, "Are you still alive now?"

The old Taoist looked at Fan Jian with some amusement when he heard this and said, "Why do you ask?"

Fan Jian shrugged and said, "I guessed it. You big guys keep everything hidden, which has cultivated a good habit of thinking and thinking for me.

Now the Heavenly Tribulation of the God Cultivation World is no longer controlled by you. From what you said and did just now, we can see that you have a very deep affection for the God Cultivation World. If there is no accident, you will not give such an important task to others.

You created the rules of heaven and earth in the God Cultivation World. This kind of power must be a threat to some people, so they I will definitely do my best to get rid of you.

So I guess you should be dead. What I saw may be just a wisp of your divine thought. "

The old Taoist looked at Fan Jian in shock. After a moment, he said in a deep voice: "Although it is not right, it is not far away! I just want to remind you that you know a lot of things, but you must not tell them outside, otherwise, you will be miserable!"

Fan Jian nodded and said: "I understand!"

The old Taoist nodded and said: "The Heavenly Dao Strategy is the way of life and death. The important thing is the word "enlightenment". Now I have planted the seeds for you. Whether it can grow into a towering tree depends on you!

Remember one sentence:

Life is complicated and complicated, and death continues. Understand the principle of life and death, and the world is a dust. "

As soon as the voice fell, the old Taoist gradually disappeared, leaving only a thumb-sized ball of light. Uncle Guang flew towards Fan Jian's right hand and went straight in.

In an instant, Fan Jian came out of the confused environment and looked around. It was still dark around him. He didn't know how long it had passed.

And there was no change in his body, as if nothing had happened.

Fan Jian was speechless.

It can be seen that this Tiandao Ce should be a practice related to the rules of life and death, but it is very troublesome to have no practice method.

So there is no difference between practicing and not practicing?

Even a jade slip was destroyed...

Fan Jian became more and more angry as he thought about it. He raised his hand and threw the jade slip out.

But it didn't matter. A white force poured into the jade slip, and the jade slip began to melt and turned into two balls, one black and one white.

Fan Jian was stunned when he saw this, and raised his hand to take the two balls in his hand.

The balls were as big as nectarines, but they were extremely heavy. Conservatively estimated, the two balls weighed at least several hundred pounds each.

It felt like jade and stone, smooth and delicate.

When Fan Jian took it in his hand, he suddenly thought of the fitness ball that the elderly often used to roll in their hands.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously rolled it twice.

He felt two streams of air, one cold and one hot, suddenly coming from the iron ball and flowing into it along the palm of Fan Jian's hand.

Fan Jian only felt that there was a force gathering in his palm, and he was immediately shocked.

Sure enough, it was used for rolling!

No! Sure enough, it was used for practicing!

After Fan Jian rolled it for a while, he felt that the alternation of hot and cold of the two iron balls became more and more obvious, one was as hot as a charcoal fire, and the other was as cold as an ice ball.

As the number of circles increased, the mass of the iron ball became more and more obvious. After hundreds of circles, Fan Jian even noticed that his hands were a little sore.

Fan Jian felt that the force in his palm became more and more obvious, and he immediately stopped the ball in his hand and waved his hand towards the open space.

Nothing happened.

"Is it the wrong posture? Or do I need to cooperate with some formula?"

Fan Jian scratched his head and raised his hand again, this time using the Taoist mudra in the true flow of Buddhism and Taoism.

"Pro!"

"Soldiers! Fight! Everyone march forward in formation!"

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

"Turtle Style Qigong!"

"Spirit Pill!"

"Swastika!"

"Fuck you!"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes and shook his hands angrily.

I only have so much magical power and no way to use it, so I can’t use it!

Have fun!

Fan Jian picked up the ball and was about to throw it out, but after thinking about it, he put it away and used it as a fitness ball!

After struggling for most of the night, fortunately, it was not without some gains. At least I improved a lot in my cultivation.

In recent days, it seems that Yun Ling Dan has been eaten like a jelly bean.

Fan Jian sighed, turned around and walked back to the house.

I saw that little girl Ye Qingqing had woken up at some point and was sitting at the table. There was a pile of empty wine bottles in front of her. This was the slightly higher-alcohol wine that Fan Jian had given her. From the look on her face, it was obvious that she had already drank it. We drank a lot and were all a little drunk.

"What are you doing? Why are you drinking?" Fan Jian asked in surprise.

"It's not because of drunkenness." Ye Qingqing said drunkenly with a red face.

"I'm practicing. I can't put all the pressure on Brother Jian alone! Hiccup!"

Fan Jian couldn't help but help her to the bedside and said:

"Go to sleep quickly and drink Ziyun Qinglu wine while practicing!"

"It's too precious, I don't want to drink it..."

Ye Qingqing said, looking at Fan Jian with two big eyes, biting his lip.

"Brother Jian, I want..."

"puff!"

Fan Jian was speechless, swallowed, and said awkwardly.

"Put on your black gloves..."