Fantasy: All my skills are passive

The Saint was at a loss what to do when she heard this, and thought for a long time before speaking.

"I have never heard of your situation. I think you should stop using the Eight Great Innate Swords. Wait until you see the Hidden Sword Immortal and ask him about it!"

Fan Jian shook his head and said.

"It's a pity that it doesn't work! You don't know that my sword heart is a bitch. Every time I make a bitch, the sword pill will be activated by the sword heart to generate sword energy. I used to be able to stuff the sword energy back, but what should I do now? Even if I can resist taking action, I can’t resist being a bitch!”

"How bad do you have to be to get the whole point wrong!"

The Saint Gu said while covering his forehead.

Fan Jian suddenly jumped out of bed and said angrily.

"No matter! If you explode early or late, you will explode. Isn't it just an explosive elixir? I have five golden elixirs, but I'm still worried that they won't explode?"

"Today, I, Fan Jian, will let him know that I have the final say on my body! I can't help it!"

Fan Jian said, jumped out, flew out of the village, gathered his true energy, and rushed straight to the Great Golden Pill in the lower dantian.

However, the imagined scene of the pill explosion did not appear, but the sword energy generated was also tamed a lot! Not as restless as before at all.

Fan Jian was immediately overjoyed.

He danced a butt-twisting dance to serve Haojia shrimp crackers and sang excitedly.

"A blessing in disguise! Hiccup! I'm a blessing in disguise! Hiccup! I'm a blessing in disguise! Hiccup! Dajindan Mixed Sword Pill, I'm a blessing in disguise! Hiccup!"

Gu Shengren chased him out and saw him twisting after swinging his sword. He immediately knew that he was fine and said in a voice that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Look at you, you're squeaking again!"

Fan Jian said happily.

"How can you not be embarrassed? I am now a member of the Five Pills Sect, and there is a large golden pill among them. Who doesn't like big ones?"

The saintess couldn't laugh or cry, and suddenly her smile froze, her face darkened, she turned around, took a deep breath, and spoke softly.

"Let me teach you how to fly with a sword!"

Fan Jian was immersed in his own joy and did not notice the strangeness of Saint Gu, and immediately said with a smile.

"Hurrah!"

With that said, he raised his hand and took out the Jingji Sword.

Gu Shengren turned her back to Fan Jian and said softly.

"It starts with the introduction of the golden elixir energy into the three yin of the foot, and ends with the three yang of the foot!"

Fan Jian listened and quickly followed the instructions.

"The Qi condenses at the end of the ten fingers and flows through Yinbai, Dadu, Taibai, Gongsun, and Rangu, over and over again."

The Qi end is located at the top of the ten toes, and the following acupuncture points are from the thumb to the sole of the foot. Fan Jian moved the Qi back and forth according to her instructions, and a flow of air suddenly appeared under his feet, and his feet floated faintly from the ground.

"If you use this kind of airflow to transport your sword, you can fly with it!"

Hearing this, Fan Jian raised his hand and waved, Jing Ji hovered in front of him, jumped up, and landed firmly on Jing Ji.

Fan Jian suddenly felt a sense of surprise in his heart, his luck was shocked, and his whole body suddenly soared into the sky.

"It's so cool!"

Fan Jian exclaimed, Jingji felt his master's excitement and moved forward faster.

In the blink of an eye, Fan Jian flew hundreds of miles away.

Gu Shengren watched Fan Jian flying back and forth in the sky, and felt a twinge of pain in his heart, as if someone had punched him in the heart, and even his breathing was sluggish.

Fan Jian flew around, flew back to the village, and said to the saint.

"What about walking thousands of miles? How to use it?"

The Saint Gu quickly forced herself to smile and said.

"After you have traveled thousands of miles to reach the realm of divine transformation, you can use your spiritual thoughts to travel around, wherever your thoughts point, and your body goes. You can't learn it now."

Fan Jian curled his lips when he heard this, looked at the Jingji Sword in his hand with a smile and said.

"It's okay, you have to learn it sooner or later!"

The saint was even more shocked when she heard this.

Yes, sooner or later he will learn, and sooner or later he will leave...

With this thought in mind, he could no longer hold back, a tear rolled down his face, and he quickly turned around and said.

"I'm a little sleepy, go back to sleep first!"

"Go ahead!" Fan Jian said with a smile.

"I'll fly around again!"

After hearing this, the saint immediately returned to his room.

Fan Jian jumped onto Jingji and flew into the sky again.

The nineteenth realm.

The world of yin and yang.

This is the connection point between the lower eighteen levels of hell and the middle eight realms of mortals.

Although there are still people there, they are still very few.

Most of the people who come here are herb collectors who are not afraid of life and death, or warriors who have tempered their will, or spiritual cultivators who have experienced the seven realms.

There is also a small town here, but it is much lonely compared to other worlds.

At this moment, the town was shrouded in gloom.

Everyone in the small town gathered in front of a house, pointing at the house, shaking their heads, sighing, and talking about it.

In that room, two warrior-looking men were seen squatting next to three corpses with their brows furrowed.

The flesh and blood on the bones were completely gone, leaving only a remaining skeleton. There were splashes of blood all around the house, and there were dots of beach, which was hideous and terrifying.

At this moment, a figure pushed aside the crowd.

Everyone turned around in shock and anger, only to see a big monk who looked like a hill walking in. After separating the crowd, a thin and rickety monk slowly walked into the room from the crowd.

The thin, stooped monk wore a bamboo hat on his head and held a nine-ring tin staff in his hand. Every time the long staff landed on the ground, there was a sound of the iron rings hitting the ground.

He walked to the corpse and took off the bamboo hat on his head. Only then did everyone realize that it was an old monk.

I saw the old monk taking the prayer beads from his neck, lowering his head and reciting the scriptures silently.

The great monk also bowed his head.

The two of them chanted for a while, then they saw the old monk wave his hand, and a golden light suddenly fell on the three bones.

Everyone was shocked when they saw this.

Provoking visions is the method of the immortals from the upper realm!

The corpse was shrouded in a scorching white light, and after a moment, it turned into ashes.

"Ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust! Since you are no longer a worldly person, let's go to the Pure Land for bliss! Amitabha! Go!"

After the old monk finished speaking, he raised his hand and the ashes floated out of the door like mist.

Everyone looked at the strange scene and turned to look back into the room. The two people had disappeared from everyone's eyes.

When they reappeared, the two monks had arrived at Zhujie Mountain, the gate of hell where the two worlds met.

When the old monk saw the crack in the destiny lock, he immediately clasped his hands and said:

"Amitabha! Sure enough, the destiny lock was damaged! Two peerless swordsmen actually led the hell world to see the light of day again! What a disaster!"

"Master, what should we do?" the great monk asked in a deep voice.

"For today's plan, only the poor monk will stay here to prevent any more blood demons from escaping."

As the old monk spoke, he handed over the tin staff in his hand, and took off the Buddhist beads from his neck. Finally, he raised his hand and waved, and a purple gold alms bowl appeared in his hand, which he handed over as well.

"You take the Brahma Tin Staff, the Great Sun Mantra Buddha Beads and the Prajna Golden Bowl to find the Blood Demon and take it away. Then if you find the person who has the Blood Demon's heart seed, you must bring him over. If he doesn't come, Even if you kill him, you can't leave any trace of trouble!"

When the great monk heard this, he immediately put his hands together and said.

"Disciple understands!"

"Go!"

The great monk was about to leave when he heard the old monk say again.

"Wu Sheng, this matter is of great importance. Even if you go to hell, you must not be merciful!"

Wu Sheng nodded and said.

"Disciple understands!"