Fantasy: All my skills are passive

"Ah!" The Plague Taoist screamed in pain!

Then he quickly retreated, his attacking posture collapsed in an instant, and his left hand quickly protected his injured right arm.

The Plague Taoist's right arm was hanging to the ground, his skin was charred black, and blood kept dripping on the ground like clouds. Seeing that his right arm was already useless.

The Plague Taoist never thought that he was almost beaten to the point of losing his combat effectiveness by the boy in front of him with just one move.

"You... kid, dare to hurt me with evil methods?" The Plague Taoist kept panting, and it happened almost in an instant from being arrogant to being extremely embarrassed.

"You old bastard are also interesting. You cheat when you can't beat me, and you say that the moves you haven't seen are evil methods. How can you be so shameless!"

Fan Jian shook the blood on Jing Ji, looking very disgusted and disgusted.

"What kind of monster are you? Why doesn't my black poison mist have any effect on you?" The Plague Taoist talked to delay time while trying to use his true energy to heal his wounds.

Until this moment, the Plague Taoist really realized the horror of Fan Jian.

This mortal boy who looked not so good must have been left in Lingxiao Realm by Qingting for a reason. Why didn't I think it through at that time!

"Why are you so impulsive? I should have dealt with this kid at the Medicine Fighting Conference!

At that time, the master and the strong men of the entire Plague Department were there, and they would have taken down this weird kid anyway!"

The Plague Taoist regretted it very much at this time. At first, he thought Fan Jian was just an ordinary mortal god cultivator who couldn't make any big waves, so he looked down on him a little.

So he suffered a loss at the hands of Fan Jian, and didn't take it seriously.

Originally, he left the Tushita Palace to go back for healing, but after feeling Fan Jian's breath, he immediately chased after him.

Because he felt that Fan Jian did not pose any threat to him, he did not make any preparations.

Who knew that Fan Jian's attack was so terrifying, and the most terrifying thing was that Fan Jian was not afraid of his black poisonous fog.

"I'm not a monster at all. I'm just an ordinary god cultivator in the 33rd level of god cultivation. It's your fault for being too careless and too impatient!"

Fan Jian Jingji drew out a sword flower, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the Plague Poison Taoist.

"Try to stabilize this old bastard. Don't launch too fierce attacks, otherwise it will attract other people in the Lingxiao Realm, or wake up the two gatekeepers, and it will be troublesome!"

Fan Jian kept thinking about how to kill the Plague Poison Taoist quietly.

"Impossible, I have existed in this Lingxiao Realm for tens of thousands of years, and I haven't found anyone who is immune to my black poisonous fog? It's just a matter of resistance!"

"Tell me, what secret magic weapon do you have? Or are you really a monster?"

The Plague Poison Taoist obviously didn't believe that Fan Jian was just an ordinary god cultivator.

"Forget it, forget it, I won't tease you anymore. Since you won't live long, I'll answer your questions!" Fan Jian shook the Jingji long sword in his hand and continued.

"As for me, I am immune to poison, which means that all poisons are ineffective against me. No matter how powerful the poison is, it can only be my nutrition, but cannot hurt me!"

"That's why I am still alive and kicking in front of you when you released the black poison mist on me when we first met!"

"You can't kill me, because your ultimate move doesn't work on me, but I can kill you!

Because I felt from the previous fight that you rely too much on poison attacks, and your actual combat strength is too poor!"

Fan Jian shook his head as he spoke.

"Impossible, impossible, I have lived for so long, and I have never seen anyone who is completely immune to poison. You must have practiced some evil skills and then lied to me here! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"

"And even if my strength is poor, how can you, a god who has not even reached the realm of land immortals, hurt me!"

After listening to Fan Jian's explanation, the Plague Taoist felt even more confused and shouted like crazy.

"You must be lying to me! I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

While yelling, the Plague Poison Taoist re-condensed his poison-attributed Qi, turning it into a palm-sized black light ball on his left hand.

Then his left hand turned into a claw and grabbed Fan Jian's chest!

"You don't believe me no matter what I say, alas..." Fan Jian straightened his chest and once again withstood the full-strength attack of the Plague Poison Taoist.

As soon as the light ball touched Fan Jian's body, it quickly sank into his chest. Fan Jian was shocked, and his body suddenly stepped back a few steps, and then he burped hard.

"This full-strength attack of the Plague God is still a bit painful!" Fan Jian rubbed his chest and said to himself.

Although the toxins in the Plague Poison Taoist's poison-attributed Qi could not hurt Fan Jian, but throwing away half of the poison-attributed Qi, the full-strength attack of the upper world god should not be underestimated.

"Fortunately, the Buddha's golden body helped me resist a lot of damage!"

Fan Jian let out a long sigh, and secretly praised the system in his heart.

Seeing that his full-strength attack was easily resolved by Fan Jian, the mentality of the Plague Poison Taoist was completely broken. He originally thought that even if he was not good enough, it would not be a problem to fight a draw.

But the result was a slap in the face of the Plague Poison Taoist.

At this time, he realized what a huge mistake he had made by chasing Fan Jian just now.

The Plague Poison Taoist quickly calmed down and turned around to escape. Since he couldn't beat him, he would run away first. He could settle the score at the remaining medicine competition.

Who knew that just as the Plague Poison Taoist turned around and prepared to take off, Fan Jian came in front of him in an instant, blocking his escape route.

"Want to run? It's not that easy!" As he said, Fan Jian's Six Void Sword Technique was activated again, and the Qi moved the Thunder Veins. Countless lightning snakes kept entangled on the Jingji Sword, crackling.

"Young Master, don't, don't kill me! You can ask me to do anything, please leave me a way to live!"

The Plague Poison Taoist didn't expect Fan Jian to be so fast and kill him in front of him in an instant.

Seeing that Fan Jian didn't seem to be joking, the Plague Poison Taoist was also flexible, and quickly begged for mercy, hoping that Fan Jian could spare him.

"Then give me a reason not to kill you?" Fan Jian put the Jingji Long Sword on the Plague Poison Taoist's neck.

"You...you...you'll find use in keeping me. The Medicine Contest is coming soon. I can help you win the contest!"

The Taoist of Plague Poison tried his best to show his value in order to survive!

"Do you think my poison immunity technique requires you to cooperate with me?"

Fan Jian hit the nail on the head with one sentence!