Fantasy: My skills are all passive

The sky was already dark, and the minions of the night eroded every inch of the world, and the surrounding area was so dark that Fan Jian couldn't breathe.

Seeing the cliffs flying upwards along the way, Fan Jian turned his head to look at Gu Shengren and Ye Qingqing and said with a smile:

"It's okay, let's go on a trip!"

Gu Sheng smiled wryly and shook her head, Ye Qingqing also forced a smile.

Fan Jian wanted to dispel their fear, but he didn't know what to do.

He doesn't know much about hell creatures, but he can feel the ferocious and evil violence with just a few words.

Even a virtuous and eminent monk like Xing Xing can kill his fellow disciples after going to the hell world, so these people will be eaten to the bone when they go down?

Thinking of this, Fan Jian frowned and asked:

"Old monk, what did you see in hell world?"

Wusheng and Jingfan also looked at Xing after hearing the words.

Seeing it, Xing said in a deep voice:

"the truth!"

"What truth?"

"The truth of hell, the truth of the spiritual world, the truth of everything!"

Let's go and hit the front again.

Fan Jian gritted his teeth with hatred, and said in a deep voice:

"Can't you explain it? What is the truth? Is it interesting to hide it?"

But seeing Xing shook his head and said:

"can not say!"

I can’t say it again, why so many things can’t be said!

and many more!

A flash of thunder flashed in Fan Jian's mind.

Liang Qian, the ancestor of the Qingmumen, must not say anything, and neither can the people of Muyue Pavilion, nor can they say it now.

That means, this unspeakable object is all in the same place!
And Muyue Pavilion's so-called "cannot be said" must be related to the upper realm!
Could it be that all of this has something to do with the upper realm?

In an instant, every word they had ever said to him came to Fan Jian's mind.

"Think about where we are now, think about who I am, think about what I just did to you!
Think about the places you have been to, think about what happened in the world of spiritual practice!
Think about those people in the spiritual world!Think it over and tie it all together, that's what I'm going to tell you! "

"If one day you were asked to make a choice between righteousness and personal feelings, how would you choose?"

"If you can figure it out, you can have it all; if you can't figure it out, you can only choose one!"

"You just need to know that I can't help myself. Anyone in this secret realm can't help themselves."

"What do you think monsters are? What are we?"

"Tens of thousands of years ago, for a research, the master of Muyue Pavilion caused all the people in Muyue Pavilion to turn into half-beast bodies, what's more, they turned into full-beast forms. A very bad thing."

The body of a half-beast!The body of the whole beast!
Demons were once humans too!
Could it be... this hell creature was once a demon from the upper realm that was influenced by Muyue Pavilion?

Thinking of this, a bold guess immediately passed through Fan Jian's mind.

Could it be that the current hell realm is the half-beast body exiled here by the upper realm?
And the world of spiritual practice is their guardian?
If this reasoning logic is correct, it proves that the upper realm is trying to cover up this matter!
But what is Liang Qianjue's so-called great disaster in the world of spiritual cultivation?

Fan Jian felt that he still missed some important information.

Maybe he really wants to go through this hell world.

It's not that he wants to be the savior.

He just wanted to see, what kind of tricks did these mysterious guys want to play!
Fan Jian doesn't have the heart to be a savior, but Fan Jian has the heart to stir up trouble and poke Lou Zi!

Not only is there, but it's huge!

After flying for about an hour, I finally crossed the Zhujie Mountain in the Eighth Middle Realm, and came to the No.19 Realm, the ghost gate of the Yin-Yang Companion Realm.

Ever since Fan Jian was taken away from the Greenwood Gate by Gu Shengren, since Fan Jian heard about this ghost gate for the first time, he has been imagining in his mind what kind of existence it is.

However, standing in front of the ghost gate at this moment, Fan Jian still couldn't help being shocked.

At this moment, the Zhujie Mountain, which stands on top of the sky, finally lost its boundary.

It seems that this is the bottom of Zhujie Mountain.

The ghost gate stands against the mountain, like a gate across the mountainside.

It's just that the door has no head, no door frame, no bolt, only a huge metal lock one person tall standing upright under the closed door.

The lock has been locked here for more than 800 years, but it still looks brand new.

It's just that there was a gap in the middle, and there was a faint violent air in the gap, which made Fan Jian and others shudder.

Liao Xing put down Fan Jian and said:

"It's here!"

As soon as the words fell, a deep voice came from the gap in the fate lock:
"Okay, you finally brought him here!"

Fan Jian frowned immediately when he heard this, and said in a deep voice, "Are you the commander of Blood River?"

"Not bad! It's me!"

Commander Blood River said with a smile:

"Boy, I can smell your scent! You are the first person who can eliminate the blood demon heart seed in ten thousand years!"

Fan Jian sneered and said:
"Congratulations, you are the first one I have seen with such an ugly voice!"

The commander of Blood River burst out laughing when he heard this.

Fan Jian curled his lips and said, "The gap is so small, how do we get in?"

"Take you into the Withered Bones Pagoda, and then you can bring your body in!" the commander of Blood River said with a smile.

"Damn! Do you think I'm stupid?" Fan Jian said in astonishment.

"The flesh has gone in, how can we get out?"

I heard the commander of Xuehe said with a smile:

"The ghost gate is open, can't you come out?"

Fan Jian rolled his eyes.

"As long as you are a co-author, you must help you get through the ghost gate, otherwise you will never return? Then I won't play!"

"I can't help you!"

As soon as the words fell, the withered bone pagoda suddenly turned around and turned into a size of several tens of feet in an instant, like a towering mountain, enveloping all the people present in an instant.

Fan Jian only felt that the strength in his whole body suddenly faded, and he couldn't mobilize any zhenqi in his whole body.

Then a pale ray of light poured down from the withered bone pagoda, immediately sucking everyone into the pagoda.

Fan Jian felt dizzy for a while, and then completely lost consciousness.

In the haze, he seemed to have come to the world in the painting where he saw Liang Qianjue again.

It's just that this time the world seemed extremely unreal, and Fan Jian himself felt like a dream.

The Liang Qianjue at this time was also quite different from what he had seen before. Now he looked haggard, sitting on the edge of the cliff with wine in his hand, but couldn't drink it for a long time.

"What are you doing?" Fan Jian asked suspiciously.

I don't know if it was because of the dream, but Fan Jian himself felt that his voice was very ethereal and illusory.

"I'm waiting for you!" Liang Qianjue said.

"Wait for me? Wait for me for what?" Fan Jian asked suspiciously.

"Wait until you come to see me!" Liang Qianjue said, holding up the wine glass and handing it to Fan Jian.

"Wait until you understand everything!"

"I already understand!" Fan Jian said.

"No, it's still far away!" Liang Qianjue said.

"You just picked up the key that knocks the door of truth! You are still far from finding the truth!"