Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Hearing this, Xiao Guizang immediately sighed and said:

"Don't worry, whether you can push through or not, you've done enough."

"You shouldn't have considered these things, but you took the initiative to take care of them."

"Shen Wuxin and Qiong Jianxian have already told me about your arrangement."

"No matter what the future of the spiritual world is, I always believe that you have done well enough, and no one else can do this except you."

"The rest, maybe it's what Guan Shuya said, everyone lives in peace!"

Xiao Guizang said, looked at Fan Jian and said:
"Master didn't teach you anything useful. I won't ask where you got your exercises from."

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

"He dares!" Fan Jian was furious when he heard the words, "If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have taken care of this mess!"

"Brat!" Xiao Guizang said, and was about to raise his hand.

But Fan Jian sighed and said:

"Tomorrow is also tomorrow. Whether the world of spiritual cultivation is life or death, it will be tomorrow!"

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

The two looked towards the horizon at the same time, where a star stone inlaid in the bottom of the world was flickering faintly, suddenly falling from the sky, with the last ray of light across the sky.

In the early morning, the light of the sky tore through the night, red clouds were flying all over the sky, and the whole sky was glowing with a strange look.

Everyone got up early and started to practice.

But seeing the red clouds all over the sky, they felt a little uncomfortable.

bloody...

Ominous omen!
Before everyone could think about it, they heard a burst of explosions coming from the entrance of the boundary, and then the entire Zhujie Mountain shook violently.

Kong Lian hurriedly activated his clairvoyance, his face turned pale, and he said with a wry smile:

"Fan Benefactor, they have already left Wusi Jiangyou Realm, and went to Taihuang Wengzhong Realm..."

Fan Jian nodded upon hearing this.

The last two formations.

At the latest in the afternoon, the two sides will meet!
Fan Jian said, looked at Xiao Guizang and said:

"Are we just here to meet the hell monster?"

Xiao Guizang smiled immediately when he heard the words.

He heard Gu Bufan ask:
"Xiao Guizang, your Jiuxiao is still holding the Jade Tenglong Shengjie, do you have other weapons?"

Xiao Guizang laughed loudly and said:
"Don't be afraid if you don't have a weapon!"

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

"This is the saber I used before refining kong. It's called Jiang He, and it's a low-grade heavenly sword."

Xiao Guizang took the sword and drew it out, seeing a cold light surge, he immediately smiled and said:

"Good sword!"

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

"Let's go, go to the high cliff of Wanli, and wait for them to come over!"

Everyone crossed thousands of miles of high cliffs, quietly waiting for the final decisive battle.

Fan Jian left the last formation on the mountainside, which was casually laid down with his own blood, just to give everyone a charge.

When I went up to the Dragon Transformation Brahma Realm, I saw that everyone was already waiting.

Yun Tianye and the others also took the people from the Qingmu Sect to occupy an area, and on the high platform behind them, there were two hundred little girls from the Yunyu Sect.

But Fan Jian was terrified, and quickly flew over and said:

"Yunling, why did you bring them out?"

The little girl Yunling stood up with a smile and said:

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

"Why can you help me, you just don't want to cause trouble! Go back quickly, go back to the Green Wood Gate!"

Some of the little girls are not as tall as swords this time, how could Fan Jian let them go to the battlefield.

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

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

"But if we were capable of fighting against war at that time, we would have taken up arms and fought the invaders to the death! We couldn't do it before, but we can now!"

"Nonsense! These are two different things!"

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

See Lou Changkong said with a smile:

"Senior Brother Fan, they are also kind, don't worry, even if we try our best, we won't let them get hurt in the slightest!"

Fan Jian frowned, looked at the crowd and said:

"Listen, everyone is not allowed to say death easily! Even if you have one breath left, you must persevere! As long as I am here, you can all recover, do you hear me?"

Everyone laughed when they heard the words.

Bai Jiushi smiled and said:

"General loyalty is more important than life and death, and literati's pride is more important than ancient and modern! Brother Fan, you can leave it alone, we have a sense of proportion!"

"There's a sense of proportion!" Fan Jian said dumbfounded.

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

"Do not worry!"

Everyone said in unison.

Fan Jian sighed.

Looking around, the entire boundary is bustling with people from almost every sect in the spiritual cultivation world, and countless people are waiting in full force, each phalanx has a clear banner.

With a wave of his hand, Fan Jian spilled all the remaining Yunling Pills into his hands, and then stood at the boundary with several land gods.

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

The dense black clouds were pressing down on everyone's heads in a blink of an eye, and the surrounding atmosphere gradually became solemn.

At this moment, only a loud bang resounded through the sky.

Fan Jian's heart was shocked, the formation was broken!

"Hit directly! Don't care if people come up or not!"

Fan Jian shouted in a deep voice.

Right now is the last line of defense, and when you see the monster, it's time for bloody swords!

I saw the fireball falling all over the sky, and there were countless sword qi rushing down.

Just as everyone was throwing skills one after another, a pillar of fire shot up into the sky, followed by a vast river of fire.

In the river of fire, the monsters wandered away, their ferocious appearance appeared, and they were about to rush to the entrance of the boundary in a blink of an eye.

There was a flash of thunder, heavy rain poured down from the sky, and a gust of wind swept across. The rain was like the Milky Way tearing apart and pouring into the world, pouring all of it at the boundary.

The river of fire was irrigated by such a large amount of rain, and a lot of it was immediately extinguished.

Fan Jian was taken aback when he saw this, the rain was wonderful.

The fire river of the hell monster is pure flame magma, which is transported by the fire river monster through its own storage of fire river magma.

It is also fire in nature.

And such a heavy rain is exactly the nemesis of Huohe.

But everyone's fireball is a real energy condensation, but it is closer to the flame in appearance, and it is different from the real flame, and it is not affected by the rain.

It's as if this rain came specially for the world of spiritual cultivation!
Before I had time to say anything, I heard a voice from the sky:
"Majestic Heavenly Dragon! World Honored One Ksitigarbha! Prajna Buddhas! Prajna Ba Mamu!"

Fan Jian looked up and almost spit out.

Seeing the old monk Fei Hai whom Shaqiu Gate had seen before, his cassock fluttered in the wind behind him, his body shone with golden light, and a golden dragon danced wildly behind him, shouting loudly:
"How dare you do tricks even if you don't know how to do it! Look at me flooding Jinshan!"

Fan Jian's facial features were all crowded together.

Is Shuiman Jinshan yours?

Isn't that Bai Suzhen?