Fantasy: My skills are all passive

Speaking of just that moment.

Fan Jian was so desperate to wipe his spear with his hands that he didn't hesitate to let blood out, so he already knew that this move must be his ultimate move.

He also knew that if there were no changes at this time, not only would he not be able to save Wusheng, but even Ye Qingqing who had already been rescued would have to be involved.

Thousands of thoughts flooded into his mind at this moment, and he hurried to run.

"380 one, eight two, eight three, four, five..."

Until the moment when Shaxinpo made his move, Fan Jian was only one step away from the limit of Jiujiu Shengong Step, and Jiujiu Chaoxin Step.

He gritted his teeth, raised his hand and took out a bottle of Ziyun Qinglu wine, took a sip and put it in his mouth, facing the billowing flames, he took the last step.

As the first raindrops fell from the sky and the earth turned into ripples that spread out, Fan Jian also activated the Harmonious Heart Sword and pointed it at Sha Xinpo's neck.

The Lihuo sword in Lie Yanzhao's hand was even more dazzling. At this moment, there was only one sword in the world, and it was the sword in Fan Jian's hand.

Jianmang flashed by.

I saw Shaxinpo's head spraying a stream of hot magma and flying down.

Fan Jian's Lihuo sword momentum and Huomai true energy were completely shattered, and the murderous move almost made him carbonized.

But he has the passive skill of powerful food therapy to heal instantly, as long as he is not dead, he can recover instantly by swallowing the clear wine in his mouth!
This is the biggest advantage the system gives Fan Jian!
No one can fight against Fan Jian!
No one can withstand his move!
But seeing Fan Jian raised his hand with a sneer and waved, the fire sword dissipated, and was about to speak, when he saw a figure rushing towards him in an instant, picking up the murderous head from the ground and holding it in his hand.

Fan Jian was startled, and when he took a closer look, he was murderous.

I saw the madman Buddha sighed, hating iron for being weak:

"Boy! You made a big mistake! Whether the headless demon generals have a head or not only affects their strength, but they will never die! But you cut off the head of Shaxinpo, but you gave Shaxinlie an opportunity to take advantage of! "

Fan Jian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, followed by a burst of anger!
Why didn't you tell me sooner?

Well, you never pretend to be mellow when you pretend to be emotional?

He killed an old bald donkey and survived by beheading him. He said he was possessed by some kind of flower demon.

There is also a racial characteristic that is not afraid of beheading?

play?Is it true that everyone is immortal?

After cooperating with my powerful digestion plug-in, the price dropped instantly!

Seeing Shaxinpo's body suddenly ran a few steps to Shaxinlie's side and said:
"Brother! Give me back the head, and I will kill that kid with my own hands!"

Seeing that Sha Xinlie raised his hand and swept him away with a halberd, he said in a deep voice:

"A defeated general, how can you speak bravely? Brother, I'd better lend this head to my elder brother, and I will avenge you!"

As Sha Xinlie said, he held up the head and put it on his head.

The flesh and blood at the broken neck fused together, and then the killing head and the killing body merged into one.

Killing Heart twisted his neck, made a sound of muscles and bones, and then said with a burst of enthusiasm in his eyes:

"Although it's not very strong, it's still passable! It's been a long time since I experienced this kind of power to regain my head!"

Seeing this, the Epilepsy Buddha frowned, stopped in front of Fan Jian and the others and said:

"Go! He is not something you can resist!"

"Go? Where are you going?"

Seeing Sha Xinlie sneered and said:
"The world is within the scope of my moves, where are you going?"

As soon as the words fell, he saw him lift the spear and wave it casually, and suddenly a monstrous force surged.

Fan Jian suddenly felt that his breathing was stagnant, and he hurriedly pulled Ye Qingqing and Jing Fan into his arms, blocking the force with his back.

Seeing the Madman Buddha raised his hand to hold the skull beads around his neck, he drank in a deep voice:

"Hey, the Lapis Lazuli Light King Buddha! The golden relic shines on the Buddha's land!"

As soon as the words fell, the epilepsy demon Buddha suddenly showed a burst of glazed color, as if colorful rays of light flowed, and immediately blocked the energy in front of him, forming a barrier of flesh and blood.

Seeing the power dissipate, a gully of unknown depth appeared in front of the Mad Demon Buddha.

The remaining vigor spread around the crowd, and a deep ditch was also extended.

Fan Jian looked back, and saw the Epilepsy Demon Buddha with his arms crossed in front of him, and there were bursts of hot white air on his hands.

One of the skull beads on the wrist made a crisp sound at this moment, shattered and fell to the ground, turning into a burst of bone powder.

Seeing this, the Epilepsy Buddha let out a long sigh, and said in a deep voice:

"Amitabha, your sins have been paid for, go to reincarnation!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and saw the bone powder dissipate in a flash of light.

Fan Jian was shocked when he saw this, and blurted out:
"Aren't you a demon?"

"Whether it's a demon or a Buddha, as long as you can subdue the troubled times, is it important to become a Buddha or a demon?"

The Madman Buddha sighed and said:
"What's more, this demon is not the demon you think, and hell is not the hell you think. The poor monk has been in this hell world for 850 years, and all he has seen is the suffering in hell and the eighteen realms of hell that should not have appeared. That's all!"

Fan Jian frowned and savored his words carefully, and said immediately, "What are you playing?"

Epilepsy Buddha said in a deep voice:
"It's nothing! Let's go now. The poor monk is not sure how long he can hold back the current murderous intent. The move just now can't even be done with all his strength!"

Fan Jian's heart skipped a beat.

That move was almost as good as Shaxinpo's full blow, but it only used Shaxinlie's attack power?

What is the strength of this person?
Can he sweep the world of spiritual cultivation alone?

Wait, having said that, how did such a strong monster lose its head?
But Fan Jian couldn't help but think too much, if things were really as the Mad Demon Buddha said, he could only run away now!

Thinking of this, Fan Jian quickly grabbed Ye Qingqing and Jingfan, took Wusheng and Tripterygium vine from the sky, started Qianshan Feidu, stepped out, and appeared in Zhujie Mountain.

At this time, Sha Xinlie already had a spare head in his body, and he had no interest in Wusheng, so he looked at the Mad Demon Buddha and said:

"Crazy monk, I am very interested in your head now! If I connect your head to my body, how much will my strength improve? Maybe I can beat the blood river!"

The Mad Buddha shrugged and said without fear:

"You can try! However, since you want to fight, let's go inside again!"

The Epilepsy Buddha said, and flew towards the depths of that world.

Seeing this, Sha Xinlie immediately flew up to follow.

At this time, Fan Jian continued down the blood river.

After being so delayed by Sha Xinlie, another hour passed.

Right now, I don't know what's going on with the aunt. If it takes one more minute, she will be more dangerous.

Ye Qingqing poured some wine into Wusheng, but the Ziyun Qinglu wine couldn't heal his wounds, and they didn't have mustard seed bracelets on them, and they didn't have any medicinal materials on them, so they could only pin their hopes on the Ziyun Qinglu wine.

Flying downward, Fan Jian felt that he suddenly had an extra foot on his shoulder. When he met him and turned around, he was shocked.