Chapter Two Hundred and Ninety Four [Playing Dead]

"Buzz!"

"Buzz!"

The void trembled.

Tang Mubai's fists waved inexplicably, making a series of mechanical friction sounds. With the sound, the air around Tang Mubai's body seemed to disappear.

The competition of will and mind seems to have no changes, but in fact the speed is very fast, and there will be no trace left behind!

Tang Mubai flicked the fist intent in the ancient painting, relying on the opponent's impact to temper his spiritual power and continue to breed.

In the process of talking to himself, the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Fist intention has no consciousness or intelligence, but Tang Mubai can hear the meaning it expresses through his mind and will.

This seems incredible, but artistic conception is such a magical existence!

While flickering, while colliding.

Suddenly, Tang Mubai seemed to have realized something, but soon, that mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful feeling disappeared suddenly.

It's like a fleeting moment, fleeting.

No matter how Tang Mubai thought about it, he tried to capture it, but he couldn't think of any way to recall the sudden inspiration.

time flies.

Tang Mubai kept his punching posture, and in his brain, the collision of will and fisting went on to the last moment.

It can be overwhelmed by sight--

Huh~

Suddenly, the shock in my mind was suddenly silenced.

The domineering, ferocious, and roaring terrifying fist retreated in an instant.

If it weren't for Tang Mubai who could sense the strangeness in the ancient painting, he would have thought that the fist was crushed and obliterated by him.

But in fact, this thing actually hides!

It seems to know that it can't beat Tang Mubai, if it persists, it will be absorbed and fused by Tang Mubai, and become Tang Mubai's fist.

Therefore, stop the invasion immediately, and huddle in the inner space of the ancient painting, motionless, as if it does not exist.

Tang Mubai was speechless and amused, "Should I run away if I can't beat it?"

Artistic conception is dead most of the time, and needs to be stimulated, activated, and controlled by people.

But there are some exceptions.

For example, if the artistic conception of spiritual objects is integrated, self-awareness will be magically born.

That's right, the ancient painting hidden on the old man's chest is a spiritual object!

It's just that without spirituality, the incompleteness Tang Mubai felt refers to this.

But the boxing intent sealed in the ancient painting made the ancient painting have spirituality again, and the two merged to become a new spiritual thing.

Although this spirit has no external ability, the spirit is a spirit.

As far as Tang Mubai knew, spiritual objects were also divided into high and low levels.

Low-level spiritual creatures are very rigid, like the fairy vines, conscious but inflexible.

Although Hong Xiao said that the Yaoxian Vine has unlimited potential, but at the moment it is very low-level.

Seniors are different, they are no different from people, some are even old foxes.

Ancient paintings are one of them!

Can't fight and hide,

The image should not be too vivid.

Tang Mubai tried to stimulate it a few more times, but the ancient painting still didn't respond.

The sealed fist obviously remembered Tang Mubai, and continued to pretend to be dead.

"Fine."

Tang Mubai was speechless about this, he hid his fist sincerely, there was nothing he could do.

You can't tear up the ancient paintings, can you?

That's too bad.

From the current point of view, only like the Yaoxian vine, it is temporarily kept.

The old man died, but the soul he absorbed did not dissipate.

At this moment, it was still hovering over the psychic fruit tree, being slowly swallowed by the three psychic fruits.

Judging from the color change of the peel, the three fruits are about to ripen!

It's fine if you haven't come across such a good thing as the psychic fruit. Now that you have encountered it, Tang Mubai doesn't mind waiting for a few days.

And this wait is four and a half days.

When all the souls hovering over the psychic fruit tree were swallowed up.

Three fruits, two of which had turned reddish-purple in color.

There is a little purple in the red, which is a sign of the maturity of the psychic fruit!

The other one is still glowing red, and it will be several years before it matures.

Of course, if you continue to absorb soul power, it will also shorten the maturity time.

It's a pity that Tang Mubai can't absorb the soul and can't "feed" it.

Two psychic fruits are just enough.

Pick the fruit from the treetop, eat one for himself, and give the other to Hongxiao.

The latter was excited and pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly shook his head, "I...I..."

"Here, you just take it." Tang Mubai chuckled, "You can eat one psychic fruit, and the effect is the same if you eat it more or less. In addition, it must be eaten as soon as possible after it matures, and it cannot be stored for a long time. Eating it is a waste."

"Thank you...thank you." Hong Xiao knew this, and holding back his excitement, gratefully took the psychic fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.

In fact, it was her luck that she just came out with Tang Mubai.

There is really no difference between eating one psychic fruit and eating ten.

But it can't be stored for a long time, it depends on what method is used.

System space, it can certainly be stored!

Tang Mubai has tested that the storage space attached to the system is dead inside, there is no time passing, and there is no air circulation.

Put a roast chicken in it, no matter how long it's been out, it won't spoil when you take it out again.

Therefore, if the psychic fruit is placed in the storage space, it can also be preserved.

Hong Xiao was lucky and followed Tang Mubai. In this case, Tang Mubai could not give it to her, but he could give it to her.

Anyway, they are all their own people, and giving Hong Xiao a psychic fruit is the same for Tang Mubai.

When the psychic fruit enters the stomach, it first turns into a ball of energy, which spreads from the stomach to the whole body, and then gathers in the brain to nourish the soul and give birth to spiritual power.

During this process, Tang Mubai felt warm all over his body, as if he was in a hot spring ocean... No, it was more comfortable than a hot spring ocean.

Not only is it comfortable, but the brain is also unprecedentedly clear. Some thoughts that were not sorted out before are all completely and clearly presented in the mind at this moment, as if...

dangerous!

Suddenly, Tang Mubai's heart skipped a beat, and he regained his sobriety from the transformation atmosphere of the psychic fruit.

"Buzz!"

At the top of the silent stone pillar, the void suddenly trembled.

The sky above Tang Mubai and Hong Xiao's heads suddenly became pitch black.

A large group of dark clouds rolled in, covering the top of the stone pillar.

The terrifying invisible power stirs up the nothingness, pulls the terrifying air mechanism, and disturbs thousands of meters in all directions.

"boom!"

The crackling sound of thunder echoed in the sky.

In the dark clouds, thunder like an electric dragon drew a dazzling light in the void, dancing wildly.

The terrifying power seemed to tear the sky apart and the earth shatter.

"boom!"

The sound of thunder exploded in my ears.

Tang Mubai almost instinctively ejected into the distance.

Even so, he was still hit by an impact force, the impacted body shield was shattered, his back was hit hard, his blood rolled, and blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Roar~!!!"

A roar piercing the sky sounded from behind.

Tang Mubai couldn't help but turned his head to look, only to see Hongxiao screaming up to the sky, with black and red rays of light twining around his body, shredding his clothes, stimulating his body to swell continuously.

Three meters, four meters, five meters...

In less than three seconds, he turned into a ten-meter-tall giant, roaring into the sky!

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