Fantasy: My skills are all passive

At this time, behind him is the battle between the blood river commander and the Gongyang sword fairy, and in front of him is the battle between the killing heart lie brothers and the mad Buddha.

Except for the younger brother Shaxinpo, the rest of these people are existences beyond the land gods.

Even if it is just the influence of residual power, it is enough to make several people's internal energy disorder.

In addition, those thousands of headless demon generals waved their flags and shouted.

It can be said that there is no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

Just when Fan Jian was frowning, he saw a sudden burst of noise in the team of the headless monster general.

Fan Jian's heart was shocked again, who is here again?
Before I had time to think about it, I saw a huge golden fist rushing out with a loud shout:

"The 32 phases of the Great Virtue Fist, the Great Virtue!"

Wusheng and Jingfan were overjoyed when they heard this and said:
"Yes, Uncle Xing!"

Fan Jian frowned upon hearing this.

Wasn't this old monk knocked down by the blood river commander?
But Tripterygium wisteria was transformed from Manzhushahuahua demon, whether it is true or not is still uncertain.

So is he dancing again now?

Then I heard Xing's voice coming loudly:
"Fan Benefactor, come with me! I'll take you out!"

Fan Jian heard that he didn't want to think too much about it, let's talk about how far he can run now.

At this moment, I saw a sword energy flying past behind me.

The sword energy tore through the sky, rose from the ground, and rushed into the monster in an instant, tearing a big hole.

Then Jingji suddenly appeared beside Fan Jianjian, and heard the voice of Gongyang Sword Immortal behind him:
"Boy, remember to pass on my exercises after you go out! It's worthy of my painstaking efforts, old scholar!"

Fan Jian looked back at Gongyang Jianxian, and saw that his body was scorched black and covered with scarlet wounds, but he was still struggling with the leader of Xuehe.

Fan Jian felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

Since ancient times, heroes have no self, and they are willing to give up their remaining lives for the world.

"Shock!"

Seeing Fan Jian raised his hand and waved it, he was startled immediately.

He raised his hand and took a sip of wine, then spilled all the remaining wine in the bottle on the ground, and shouted loudly:

"Listen, you monsters. My name is Fan Jian. If you are still in hell, I can't control any of you! But if there is one who steps into the world of spiritual cultivation, I will kill him!"

Saying that, together with Wusheng, he jumped forward to open the way.

Seeing the startled sword energy lingering, with a wave of his hand, a sword energy surged out.

The true energy of water veins can breed water vapor, and the Kanshui sword potential can use water vapor to transform into countless water swords.

Coupled with the lingering sword energy of the Qiantian sword, it is perfect for triggering a flaw attack.

Going up and down, the Tianshui lawsuit is like raindrops dancing in the sky.

No matter how much higher the cultivation base of those demons was than Fan Jian, they would all melt instantly under his sword energy like blazing iron falling into snow.

Thousands of troops, just mere ants!

After some fighting, Fan Jian led the crowd to Xing's side.

I saw that although he still looked stooped at this time, his whole body was shining like gold, and there seemed to be a bloody aura lingering around him.

"go!"

After saying that, he took Fan Jian and others and flew into the sky.

He only heard the voice of the blood river commander behind him:
"You can't escape!

Listen up, all hell demons and hungry ghosts, gather at Casting Mountain and block their way! "

The sound resounded through the heaven and earth, and spread throughout the hell world along the blood river.

Countless monsters and hungry ghosts began to flock to the pass of Zhujie Mountain, and Zhujie Mountain in the hell realm has no mountain support.

Because the entire hell world is in the middle of the mountain, at the cracked Forge World Mountain pass, only the blood river turned into a waterfall gushes down from the sky.

At this moment, the demons from the eighteen realms poured in at the same time, and even filled the gap between the Blood River Waterfall and all realms, piled upon piles like a black sea of ​​people.

Everyone fought a bloody path from the second realm, looked up, but couldn't help being terrified.

"Uncle Wusheng, what should I do..."

Jing Fan frowned, and said with a little trembling.

Wusheng frowned and said:

"I'll make the way!"

But Fan Jian shook his head and said:

"Don't think about it, it's impossible to forcefully kill it.

It's okay to say that there are hundreds of thousands of demons in each realm, and the hungry ghost realm above doesn't know how many hungry ghosts there are, there are only a lot more, no matter what, they can't kill them all! "

Just as everyone sighed, only one voice came:
"Hey, little brother, aren't you quite capable? Why are you starting to talk frustratingly now?"

Fan Jian frowned immediately when he heard this, turned his head to look, and saw Shui Yaoyao looking at him with a sneer.

"I want you to take care of it!"

Fan Jian said with a sneer.

Shui Yaoyao smiled and said:

"Isn't your water sword move very powerful? Why don't you use it?"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes.

The water vapor transformed from the true energy of the water veins can only be regarded as water droplets at most, and it is not worth mentioning at all compared with the weak water sea in the weak water soul immersion world.

"Is there no water? Hehehehe!"

Shui Yaoyao circled past with her waist in her arms, took out a quaint listening wind bottle with a smile and threw it to Fan Jian and said.

"Use it!"

Fan Jian took the listening wind bottle, frowned suddenly, and said in a deep voice:
"What do you mean?"

Shui Yaoyao waved her hand, looked up at the monster and said:
"It's nothing interesting, I just saw some hope!"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and saw a wave of weak water gushing out, immediately rushing away the headless monster blocking the entrance of the third realm.

"Ju Shui Ting Feng Vase is the magic weapon of Muyue Pavilion. It can produce countless water lakes, and it is no problem to turn them into rivers and seas. If you are lucky enough to ascend to the upper realm, remember to bring me a man named Zhe Qianming and tell him, Wait for me to go back!"

Fan Jian's heart skipped a beat when he heard the words, and was about to speak when he heard a long howl of an eagle.

When I looked up, I saw a huge giant eagle flying over, hovering in the sky and shouting loudly:
"Shui Yaoyao, you're still thinking about Zhe Qianming! There's nothing I can't compare to him!
For you, I am willing to accompany you to this hell realm, what about him?He only has Muyue Pavilion in his heart!
He is a person who has no feelings. If he has a little attachment to you, he should come down with you! "

Shui Yaoyao frowned when she heard the words and said:

"It's windy! Shut up!"

"Shut up? Okay! Then I'll do it! You want to send them away, and use their strength to return to Muyue Pavilion, right? I just want to stop them!"

Feng Wanli, the eagle demon, said, flapping his wings and shouting loudly:

"A thousand winds have no companion!"

Seeing a gust of wind sweeping from the wings, Fan Jian was almost blown away by the gust of wind.

Jing Fan and Ye Qingqing were hugging Gu Shengren, and they flew down again and again. Fortunately, Fan Jian had quick eyesight and quick hands, and stopped the two of them. When he raised his hand, a gust of wind and true energy enveloped the crowd, which allowed them to stand still. Certainly.

Seeing this, Shui Yaoyao shouted loudly:

"Feng Wanli, don't involve other people in the matter between me and you!"

As he said, he jumped forward and waved his hand, and a wave of water swept away.

Fan Jian saw the two fighting and said quickly:
"Come on!"

Saying that, he leaped to fly to the sky again.

With a flick of the slender listening wind bottle, a stream of water gushed out immediately, and the stream instantly turned into a surging river, rushing out.

"Han Shui Jianshi, the water will moisten down!"