Chapter 61 Indeterminate Spirit Emperor

The legendary seven-tailed sky fox is not very good at strength. Only in terms of agility, it is still passable.

However, his talent is the most top-notch among all the monster races. The reason lies in his talent of the 'illusion' department, as long as he has the blood of the sky fox, if he is a spiritual master, he is naturally good at illusion. And if it is martial arts, the ability in this area is also extremely outstanding.

Recalling the Wuding Linghuang Jue in his mind, and the matching boxing method, Wuding Killing Fist.

With his martial arts experience in his previous life, Zong Shou only had a little comprehension of those patterns and formulas, and he had initially mastered part of the profound meaning of the Wuding Killing Fist.

As soon as he punched out, he immediately saw the shadows of fists in front of him, vague and uncertain, unpredictable.

"Good boxing!"

Zong Shou's eyes brightened slightly, according to the memory of this body. The Wuding Linghuang Jue and Wuding Shaquan are both martial arts created by Weiran.

But at this moment, Zong Shou, although he only observed the general outline, he knew that this technique must be able to enter the level of sixth-level unique learning. And the potential is endless, there is still the possibility of rising. Combined with the talent of the Tianhu family, the power is even more unpredictable.

It can be seen from this that the unrealized martial art has reached a very high level.

It's a pity that he is not good at boxing, and the way of fantasy martial arts, and he doesn't study much.

However, based on his martial arts achievements in his previous life, after comprehending the Wuding Shaquan, creating his own set of illusion swordsmanship is also a very simple matter.

After passing the test of physical skills, Zong Shou began to test spiritual skills again.

In the realm of watching the soul, some low-level spells with low power can already be used. Although he had never practiced soul energy in his previous life, he was at the level of a master.

At this moment, he was summoned casually, and with just one gesture, a phantom mist was created, filling the entire carriage.

"With the help of this technique, I am afraid that no one can stop my Wuding Killing Fist under the secret martial arts of the Nine Meridians! But in the eyes of those innate martial artists, it can only be regarded as a child's play!"

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, when the fog cleared, Zong Shou changed the spell again, and then two phantoms appeared around him. Lifelike, but the face is a bit dull.

Zong Shou looked left and right, then frowned slightly. It's not this phantom body technique that makes it bad. Although the expressions and movements are somewhat untrue, how many people can accurately distinguish between the lightning and flint in the middle of a battle?

On the contrary, the effect was better than he expected.

"No, the power of the illusionary Taoism I use seems to be much stronger than other spiritual masters? And at least twice as much! What's the reason for this? Remember that I don't have any spiritual weapons or the like. Is it possible? Is the bloodline of the Seven-Tailed Sky Fox really so powerful?"

Zong Shou pondered for a while, then sat down cross-legged resolutely, settled his mind, and entered into meditation.

Although there are abnormal people in the blood of the Yaozu, even the blood of a divine beast like the seven-tailed sky fox cannot exceed too much.

There should be another reason for his current situation.

Consciousness entered the sea of ​​soul power and observed carefully. After about a moment, Zong Shou knew the reason.

In the depths of the vortex, the soul energy spewing out has also increased by about 50%.

"Strange, the source of my soul seems to have grown by nearly 50%. Could it be because of the fusion of that little guy's soul?"

The increase of the source of soul is dispensable to him who possesses the Dafa of Tuntian Yuanhua. However, the increased power of the spiritual law is enough to make those spiritual masters jealous to the point of madness.

Then he felt that there were two more sources of spiritual energy in the sea of ​​souls. Zong Shou divided two strands of thought, and followed the clues to explore the past.

I saw that the source of these psychic energies was the two fox tails behind him, which were swaying back and forth.

Not only is he absorbing spiritual energy, but also makes him control the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth, and it is close to doing whatever he wants.

Zong Shou couldn't help but suddenly realized that the fox tail still had such abilities, and it wasn't completely useless.

Harmonizing and absorbing the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth is not only beneficial to the practice of soul power, but also can strengthen the spiritual law and increase the speed of holding seals and forming spells.

Others need ten breaths of time before they can use the spiritual method. For him, it may only take nine breaths or close to eight breaths. Just look at this little time, but it can give him an overwhelming advantage over those ordinary spiritual masters.

"With my body, I can't practice martial arts. I didn't expect this spiritual master to possess such aptitude by accident, along with his soul power—"

Zong Shou couldn't help laughing at himself. Originally, he practiced spiritual techniques just to suppress and ease the conflict between his body and the blood of human beings. But if you don't work hard now, you will really waste your talent.

Opening his eyes, Zong Shou took out another jug ​​of wine and two wine glasses. After filling up, he drank the glass himself, but the glass was poured in front of him.

"Toast to you, let's go!"

With a hint of sadness in his eyes, Zong Shou poured the wine again silently.

At this moment, apart from him, I am afraid that no one will know that just yesterday, a young man with a cruel fate disappeared in this world without a sound and no longer exists.

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At some point, the black mud swamp began to rain again.

In a place full of wolf bones and carcasses, a woman in red is holding an umbrella, standing gracefully in the rain.

The red embroidered shoes under the feet are suspended half a foot in the air, and they are in the air. The crescent-like black eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and the full autumn water-like eyes are carefully looking at all traces here.

More than ten days have passed, and all the marsh wolves that died were left with only a pile of bones.

The day before yesterday, there was a torrential rain here, which washed the place over again. However, in the woman's eyes, there are still some information that can attract her attention.

"Lingyun Longruo's green dragon has advanced again. In another twenty years, can't he enter the dragon genus? This little guy is lucky to be escorted by a dragon. It is better than other descendants of the same generation. down—"

However, the place where the woman's gaze rests is still the inconspicuous flat land in the distance.

"It's really sword intent! Seventeen days later, there is still a trace of sword intent remaining, which is plausible. Who left this? Could it be that this person is really less than thirteen, and only in the realm of a martial artist?"

A figure in the distance suddenly appeared in the rain. From a distance, it was Zhao Yanran.

It still turns water into ice and slides. The red-clothed woman still thought it was too slow, and with one dodge, she was thirty feet in front of Zhao Yanran.

Just as she was about to ask, she suddenly saw a black strip on Zhao Yanran's neck.

The woman was startled for a moment, but in the next moment, she flickered again and came in front of Zhao Yanran. A bare hand popped out, grabbed the snow-white neck, and lifted her from the ground.

Zhao Yanran was not surprised either, but she was a little upset and said, "Old witch, you want to strangle me? Why don't you let me go?"

Before he finished speaking, he was knocked on the head, and the woman in red said coldly: "It's not big or small, call me uncle!"

But she didn't intend to let go at all, her eyes fixed on the black line on Zhao Yanran's neck.

It was originally a scar, but for some reason, not only did it not heal, but it completely rotted, making people sick. It formed a strong contrast with the skin next to it, which was a little whiter than snow.

The woman in red watched for half an hour before letting out a sigh of relief, and finally put Zhao Yanran down.

"This sword intent is far from formed, why didn't you dispel it. With your ability, it shouldn't be difficult to do!"