Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Xiao Guizang sighed immediately after hearing this and said:

"Don't worry, no matter whether you can handle it or not, you have done enough."

"These things should not have been considered by you, but you took the initiative to take them over."

"Shen Wuxin and Qiong Jianxian have already told me all your arrangements."

"No matter what the future of the spiritual cultivation world is, I always believe that you have done a good enough job. No one else can do this except you."

"Perhaps the rest is really what Guan Shuya said, everyone can settle down with their destiny!"

Xiao Guizang said, looked at Fan Jian and said:

"Master didn't teach you anything useful, and I won't ask where you got your skills from."

"I believe that even the Patriarch of Heavenly Punishment will not blame you for your actions."

"How dare he!" Fan Jian was furious when he heard this, "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have accepted this mess!"

"You brat!" Xiao Guizang said, raising his hand.

But Fan Jian sighed and said:

"It's only tomorrow. Whether life or death in the world of spiritual cultivation is tomorrow!"

"Yes!" Xiao Guizang sighed, "It will be tomorrow too!"

The two of them looked to the horizon at the same time, where a star stone embedded at the bottom of the boundary was dimly flickering, suddenly falling from the sky, and crossing the sky with the last trace of light.

In the early morning, the sky broke through the night, red clouds were flying all over the sky, and the whole sky was filled with a strange look.

Everyone got up early and started practicing.

But seeing the red clouds in the sky, I felt a little uncomfortable.

The sky is filled with blood...

What an ominous sign!

Before anyone could think about it, they heard a burst of explosions coming from the boundary, and then the entire Casting Mountain was shaking violently.

Kong Lian hurriedly opened his divine eye, his face suddenly turned pale, and he said with a wry smile:

"Donor Fan, they have left Wusi Jiangyou Realm and gone to Taihuang Wengchong Realm..."

Fan Jian nodded upon hearing this.

The last two formations.

The two parties will meet in the afternoon at the latest!

Fan Jian said, looked at Xiao Guizang and said:

"Let's just meet the demons from hell here for a while?"

Xiao Guizang smiled immediately after hearing this.

Then I heard Gu Bufan ask:

"Xiao Guicang, your Jiuxiao is still holding the Jade Tenglong Shengjie. Do you have any other weapons?"

Xiao Guizang laughed loudly and said:

"Don't be afraid even if you don't have weapons!"

Gu Bufan sneered, raised his hand, took out a long sword, threw it over and said:

"This is the sword I had before I practiced the sky. It's called Jiang He, and it's a low-grade heavenly sword."

Xiao Guizang took the sword and pulled it out. He saw a cold light surging, and he immediately smiled and said:

"What a sword!"

Fan Jian smiled, looked at everyone, and said with a smile:

"Let's go to the cliff thousands of miles high and wait for them to come!"

Everyone crossed the cliff thousands of miles high and waited quietly for the final battle.

Fan Jian left the last formation on the mountainside, casually placing it with his own blood just to give everyone a charge.

When they got to the Dragon Transformation Brahma Realm, they saw that everyone was already waiting.

Yun Tianye and others also led everyone from the Qingmu Sect to occupy an area. On the high platform behind them, there were two hundred little girls from the Yun Yu Sect.

But Fan Jian was so frightened that he quickly flew over and said:

"Yun Ling, why did you bring them out?"

Little girl Yun Ling stood up and said with a smile:

"Brother Immortal, we are here to help too!"

"Why are you helping me? Just don't cause any trouble! Go back to Qingmu Gate!"

In this case, some of the little girls are not as good as swordsmen. How could Fan Jian let them go to the battlefield?

"Brother Immortal, if the world of divine cultivation falls, where can we go?" Yun Ling said seriously.

"We are all orphans who lost our homes in the war, and we don't want to fight."

"But if we had the ability to fight the war at that time, we would also take up arms and fight the invaders to the death! We couldn't do it before, but now we can!"

"Nonsense! These are two different things!"

Fan Jian frowned immediately when he heard this and was about to speak.

Lou Changkong smiled and said:

"Senior Brother Fan, they are also kind-hearted. Don't worry, even if we risk our lives, we won't let them suffer any harm!"

Fan Jian frowned, looked at everyone and said:

"Listen, no one is allowed to die easily! Even if you have one breath left, you must hold on to me! As long as I am here, you can all recover, do you hear me?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately laughed.

Bai Jiushi even smiled and said:

"A general's loyalty is more important than life and death, while a scholar's pride is more important than the past and the present! Brother Fan, please leave it alone, we have a sense of proportion!"

"There's no sense of propriety!" Fan Jian said dumbfounded.

"Forget it, you must protect yourselves, do you hear me?"

"Don't worry!"

Everyone said in unison.

Fan Jian sighed.

Looking around, I saw that the entire boundary was bustling with people. Countless people from almost all sects in the spiritual cultivation world were waiting in formation, and each square formation had clearly defined flags.

Fan Jian raised his hand and spread out all the remaining Spirit-Absorbing Pills, dispersing them into individual hands. Then he stood at the boundary with several land gods.

It was now past noon, and the midday light in the sky was strong, but the morning glow gradually condensed into dark clouds, which soon enveloped the entire sky.

Thick black clouds loomed over everyone's heads in the blink of an eye, and the atmosphere around them gradually became more solemn.

At this moment, a loud explosion resounded throughout the world.

Fan Jian was shocked, the formation was broken!

"Just hit! Don't worry about whether the person comes up or not!"

Fan Jian shouted in a deep voice.

Now is the last line of defense. When you see the demon, it will be time to fight with blood!

He saw the fireballs all over the sky crashing down, along with countless sword energy surging down.

Just as everyone was throwing their skills, they saw a pillar of fire rising into the sky, followed by a vast river of fire sweeping in.

Demons wandered in the river of fire, appearing ferocious and ready to rush to the boundary in the blink of an eye.

A burst of thunder flashed, and heavy rain poured down from the sky. A strong wind swept across, and the rain was like a river tearing apart and pouring into the world, all of it dumped at the boundary.

The river of fire was watered by such heavy rain, and a lot of it was immediately extinguished.

Fan Jian was stunned when he saw this. The rain was so wonderful.

The fire river of the hell demon is pure flame lava, which is transported by the fire river demon by storing the fire river lava.

It is also fire in nature.

And such heavy rain is precisely the enemy of the Fire River.

But everyone's fireball is actually a condensed energy, but the image is closer to the flame, which is different from the real flame, and is not affected by the rain.

It's as if this rain came specifically for the world of spiritual cultivation!

Before I could say anything, I heard a voice from the sky:

"The mighty heavenly dragon! World Honored Ksitigarbha! Prajna Buddhas! Prajna Bamamo!"

Fan Jian looked up and almost squirted.

I saw the old monk Xun Hai whom Shaqiu Gate had seen before, his cassock flying in the wind behind him, golden light shining on his body, and a golden dragon dancing wildly behind him, and he shouted loudly:

"How dare you do even the best with your little skills! Look at me flooding the golden mountain!"

Fan Jian's facial features were all squeezed together.

Is Shuiman Jinshan yours?

Isn't that Bai Suzhen?