Fantasy: My skills are all passive

The phantom saint stood up slowly.

The tight binding of the Heart-Inducing Snake Sword made his body covered with circular sword wounds, bleeding out as soon as he took a step.

Fortunately, this is the industry of Qingmumen, and there are still some wild herbs around.

The magic sage found some styptic grass to barely stop the bleeding, and then flew into the sky again.

He searched around for a while, and finally found a town with ordinary spiritual cultivation. He saw a boy herding cattle outside the city, and immediately flew down from the sky.

He wants blood.

The blood of the living!

The Thousand Imaginary Body of the Magic Saint has the ability to absorb the blood of living people to heal wounds.

He didn't tell even his closest relatives about it.

For the world of spiritual cultivation, the act of killing and drinking blood is no different from demons in the hell world.

Unless it is a last resort, even he would not use this method.

Warm blood flowed into his throat, and then Huan Shengren felt that his strength had recovered a little.

The shepherd boy let out a few terrified yells, and then couldn't speak any more.

The phantom saint sucked his blood greedily, and he felt that the time for his revenge was getting closer.

Yao Ying regrets!
Xuan Sanniang!
And those bastards from Qingmumen!
All must die!
Thinking of this, the magic sage sucked even stronger.

"Beast!"

There was only a bell-like shout of anger resounding from the sky, and then a golden Buddha mantra descended from the sky, immediately smashing the Huansheng into the ground.

I saw Wusheng and Jingfan descending from the sky.

Wu Sheng's face was full of anger, and Jing Fan's face was filled with tears.

"Fan Benefactor! After all, you still failed to resist the Blood Demon Heart Seed!"

Jing Fan took a deep breath, and the psychic vision on his forehead was also closed.

Wusheng picked up the imaginary saint who was only breathing, and said angrily.

"I shouldn't have let you live! You killed a life in vain!"

Huan Shengren opened his blurry eyes, saw Wu Sheng's angry face, and said with a wry smile.

"It's you...hehe...it's destiny!"

Seeing Wusheng throwing down the magic sage, he said in a deep voice.

"Stand back!"

Jing Fan sighed, and stepped back dozens of steps.

Wusheng raised his hand and took out the Prajna golden bowl, flicked his fingers on the golden bowl, and there were bursts of ringing sounds.

"There is no killing in rebirth in the pure land, there is bodhi in exterminating demons and defending the way!"

"Namo Amitabha, Namo Amitabha..."

Seeing the sound of the Buddha's voice singing, Huan Shengren suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if his heart was also beating violently with the sound of the golden bowl.

He struggled to cover his ears, but still couldn't resist the sound that pierced the eardrum.

"puff!"

Finally, accompanied by a violent shock in his heart, the imaginary saint suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground on his back. A Nascent Soul also flew out, and was about to fly away when he was smashed to pieces by a Buddha mantra.

Wu Sheng put away the golden bowl and said in a deep voice.

"Fan Benefactor, what you have committed is too bad! You can wash away the sins on your body only by being eaten by moths and birds in the sun! Amitabha!"

As Wusheng said, he recited the sutras on the body of the shepherd boy, and then dug a hole, put the shepherd boy in, but did not cover the soil, took out a paper and pen and wrote down the cause of his death. Only then did he and Jingfan leave.

I don't know how long it took, until it was almost dusk.

The phantom saint's hand suddenly moved.

He opened his eyes, looked around, and then sat up with a raging smile on his face.

He looked at the piece of paper left behind by Wu Sheng, and roared angrily.

"No life! If I die so easily, how can I do so many things! So many people are chasing and killing me, I can live well, you really think that a scripture can kill me! "

Illusion is like death!

Completely simulates the appearance of death, including the Nascent Soul leaving the body.

This is also the biggest reason why he can escape the pursuit of the spiritual cultivation world time and time again.

But at this time, he was exhausted.

There was no trace of true energy in the body, and the wound from the sword wound also burst open.

He stood up leaning on the medicine hoe, and was about to leave when he heard a voice behind him.

"Fan Jian?"

Huansheng's heart trembled, and when he looked back, he saw a young goddess Xiu looking at him in surprise.

"It's really you!" said the goddess Xiu, looking at the Huan Shengren coldly.

"If it wasn't for your abolition of the stove, my cultivation would have already broken through the distraction realm! How could I run away and dare not go back to the Greenwood Gate! Today is really a narrow road to enemies! Let me, Liu Yanxi, meet you here!"

The phantom saint wants to cry but has no tears.

Fan Jian, Fan Jian, how many enemies do you have!

Finally, the phantom saint couldn't hold on any longer, and fell headlong to the ground.

The morning light breaks.

I don't know which spiritual cultivator brought the rooster's loud crowing, and there were bursts of cooking smoke around the mysterious venue.

Fan Jian turned over and suddenly felt as if something soft was touched on his hand, and his nose also smelled a refreshing and alluring fragrance.

Opening his eyes, he saw Ye Qingqing looking at him with a blushing face.

Taking a closer look, I saw that my hand was placed on an extremely soft place, I squeezed it subconsciously, and blurted out immediately.

"It's not big, but it's soft..."

"Uncle Guo raises his glass and then toasts, his eyes are not dizzy and he is full of energy!"

"Guo Lao throws a cup and kicks the chain, riding a donkey's heart with a happy smile!"

Ye Qingqing grabbed Fan Jian's neck and kicked Fan Jian's lower abdomen desperately with both legs.

"Don't...don't hit...I was wrong...my brother! Oh..."

After the farce, Gu Shengren folded the quilt while sighing.

Fan Jian looked at Ye Qingqing who was pouting beside him with a mournful face, and said earnestly.

"Qingqing, I was wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Ye Qingqing squinted her eyes and looked at Fan Jian coldly.

"I shouldn't touch..."

"anything else?"

"I shouldn't be pinching..."

"anything else?"

Fan Jian's facial features were all crowded together, he raised his head and asked.

"What else?"

Seeing Gu Shengren raised his hand and changed his pajamas, he walked past Fan Jianjian with a flick of his sleeves and said.

"You shouldn't say it's small!"

Fan Jian suddenly realized when he heard the words.

"Oh... I didn't say small, I said not big!"

"Get out! I'll change clothes!" Ye Qingqing said angrily.

Fan Jian said with a slight sigh.

"I'll just take a look, no..."

"go out!"

Yun Tianye walked downstairs, just as he saw Fan Jian walking out of the room disheveledly, he said with a smile.

"Morning, Senior Brother Fan!"

Fan Jianqian laughed twice, looked at Yu Huaqing who was beside him holding Yun Tianye's arm, and said immediately.

"Junior Brother Yun, I have something I want to ask you! Can I take a step to speak?"

Yu Huaqing immediately let go of his hand when he heard the words, and walked towards the yard.

Fan Jian pulled Yun Tianye to the side and asked in a low voice.

"Junior Brother Yun, I want to ask you something, tell me honestly!"

Yun Tianye said suspiciously.

"What's the matter? Just ask, as long as I know, I will never hide it!"

Fan Jian scratched his head and said.

"You and Junior Sister Yu, how far have you progressed? Have you...that..."

As Fan Jian said, he raised his eyebrows deliberately.

"Which one?" Yun Tianye was stunned for a moment.

"That!" Fan Jian said with a gesture.

"Have sex!"