Fantasy: All my skills are passive

Liaochen said with a slight smile.

"Not too early! I saw it when you started to debate with Mr. Fan!"

Fan Jian looked around, and hurriedly pulled Jingfan to the side, asking in confusion.

"What's going on? Who is the Illusion Saint?"

Jingfan said with a serious look.

"He is an evil cultivator from the upper realm of Xiu Le Jing! He has an extremely strange skill that can transform into the form of others, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake! He commits all kinds of evil deeds with this skill, but rarely is his true form discovered!"

Fan Jian was shocked.

Transfiguration? There is such a skill?

"What about your telepathy? Can't you tell?" Fan Jian asked in surprise.

"Telepathy can only see what he is thinking at the moment. The greatest strength of the Illusion Saint is that he can control what he thinks in his heart to the greatest extent, and let himself devote himself to the role he has changed into!"

Self-hypnosis?

Awesome!

Fan Jian looked at the Illusion Saint in surprise.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around and said in a deep voice.

"You don't think this barrier can trap me, do you?"

Ku Kong said angrily while holding a copper stick.

"What if it can't trap you? Can you still walk out of this Sakya Gate today?"

As he said that, he jumped up and smashed the copper stick head on.

The shadow of the stick instantly turned into tens of millions, and it was like tens of thousands of copper sticks smashing at the same time at the same time.

Seeing this, the Huan Saint didn't move his feet at all. He raised his hand and waved it. A huge clam shell suddenly appeared around him. The clam shell was transformed by the true qi and blocked all the copper sticks.

Huan Saint sneered and said: "Ku Kong, you can't even break my magic weapon, so don't embarrass yourself!"

Ku Kong was extremely angry when he heard this, and picked up the copper stick and smashed it.

However, the stick kept smashing down, but it couldn't break the clam shell.

Fan Jian was surprised to find that the power of each of Kukong's sticks was almost earth-shattering, but not even a speck of dust was raised. Instead, every time the stick hit, the surrounding barrier became brighter.

"No wonder Lexing is so confident, it turns out that this barrier is so awesome?"

Kukong hit for a long time but there was no response.

Lechen saw this and immediately chanted: "Pure and bright, powerful and wise, supreme and true, Sakyamuni Tathagata!"

Then he raised his palm and waved it, and a five-finger golden seal suddenly hit the Huanshengren.

The five-finger seal just touched the clam shadow condensed by the true energy and immediately smashed it into pieces.

Huanshengren said in astonishment: "Sixteen-character emptiness Brahma mantra?"

"What is it?" Fan Jian asked in confusion.

"It's a spell that specifically breaks magic weapons!" Jing Fan rolled his eyes and said, "How come you don't know anything?"

"Nonsense, I'm not a monk!"

After Lechen broke the clam shell, he smiled at Kukong and said, "Fighting Saint, it's up to you!"

Kukong sneered and said, "Thank you!"

He leaped up and hit Huanshengren with a stick. Huanshengren was about to dodge when he saw Kukong's figure split into three, squeezing Huanshengren in the middle. The three sticks came out at the same time, and Huanshengren was immediately hit so hard that he vomited. Blood, fell to the ground,

Fan Jian exclaimed in surprise: "What a good trick of splitting the mind! You are worthy of being a fighting saint! Even the mind splitting is so powerful!"

Ku Kong bowed to Fan Jian upon hearing this, raised his hand and waved, pointed the copper stick at the illusion saint and said: "Tell me! Where did you take my master?"

The illusion saint sneered, and his body suddenly rushed towards Fan Jian like mist. In just a moment, Fan Jian was surprised to find that there was another identical self standing next to him.

That Fan Jian pointed at Fan Jian in surprise and said: "You! How did you become like me? You are fake!"

Fan Jian looked at that self as if looking in a mirror, and immediately smiled and said: "It really looks like him! But his brain is not very good!"

This is really a road to heaven, but you don't take it!

There is no door to hell, but you come to it!

Who else can you become? Become me?

Fan Jian looked around at his other self, dancing with joy and saying, "Liaochen, now you have a leader!"

Liaochen pointed at the fake Fan Jian and said, "That one is fake!"

Kukong raised his stick and was about to hit him.

Fake Fan Jian immediately said, "How dare you! Don't you even know the future leader?"

Now even Jingfan knew who was real and who was fake, and quickly hid aside. The monks around him also looked at the fake Fan Jian like a fool.

Fan Jian laughed and danced the hula dance aside and said, "You don't even know what my personality is, and you dare to become like me? How stupid are the people you met before?"

Fake Fan Jian was stunned when he heard the words, and then he realized that he had made a big mistake!

Before he could say anything, Kukong sneered and raised his stick again.

But the body of the illusion saint turned into a green mist, instantly covering the entire barrier.

Before everyone could react, a flute sounded.

Fan Jian's heart was shocked, and he felt that the moment the flute sounded, all his emotions were put down, without joy, anger, sorrow, or fear, and he sat down cross-legged involuntarily.

Sanskrit flute, a mid-level magic weapon of Tianji, a famous magic weapon of the flute medicine Buddha.

As the flute sounded, all thoughts were lost!

The green mist dissipated, and everyone in the hall sat cross-legged with dull eyes.

The barrier also disappeared at this moment.

While playing the flute, the illusion saint slowly walked out of the door.

At this moment, a voice came from outside the hall.

The voice was as loud as a bell.

"Om, 嚩日啰, Tuodu, 鍐."

Then he saw a swastika mantra condensed with mana flying straight into the hall.

Everyone suddenly woke up.

Fan Jian gasped and looked at the door, and saw a great monk nearly three meters tall walking towards him, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and looking at the fantasy saint coldly.

The fantasy saint was shocked when he saw this.

"Great Sun Mantra Beads!"

The great monk sneered and said, "You know a lot about the magic weapons of our Sakyamuni Sect!"

"Uncle Wusheng!" Jingfan shouted happily.

Upon seeing this, Saint Huan frowned and his whole body turned into blue mist again, flying straight towards the door.

But he saw a red gauze floating towards him, instantly enveloping the green mist.

The red gauze tightened, and the fantasy saint suddenly fell to the ground.

When Fan Jian saw this, he was immediately overjoyed and ran out of the hall. He saw Gu Sheng and Ye Qingqing standing at the door of the hall.

"A beautiful girl! Qingqing!"

Fan Jian shouted in surprise.

When the two of them saw Fan Jian, their eyes suddenly turned red, and they rushed forward desperately, holding Fan Jian on the left and right and crying loudly.

Fan Jian rubbed their shoulders with a smile and said, "Stop crying! It's not like we're having a feast, what does it look like!"

Ye Qingqing glared at Fan Jian with red eyes and said, "You bastard! If you do this again, I will just find someone to marry! I won't wait for you anymore!"

Fan Jian smiled and hugged Ye Qingqing and said, "Let's see who dares! Whoever dares to marry you, I will kill him!"

Upon hearing this, Gu Shengren immediately grabbed Fan Jian's ear and said, "You dare to scare my sister?"

"" Fan Jian looked at the two of them in shock, "Sister? You two..."

Gu Shengren sneered and said, "It's a big deal for you little naughty guy to be able to enjoy such blessings!"