Chapter 111: Entering Taoism Due to Wind, Becoming a Demon when Encountering Blood (Asking for Recommendation Votes and Monthly Votes)

"What should I do?"

Caesar asked expectantly, his eyes sparkling.

"As we all know, every Word Spirit has its own domain. If you have the same Word Spirit, the strength of your bloodline will determine the size of the Word Spirit's domain, just like the example I just mentioned."

"The blazing sun of an A-level hybrid is enough to illuminate half of the academy, but the hybrid priest who can barely use the Word Spirit can only create a light ball less than one foot in diameter, put it behind his head and claim that he is the resurrection of Jesus."

Jiang Shouyun looked at Caesar, turned his head to look at the people in front of him, and smiled: "So, if you want to advance and downgrade the Word Spirit of the same sequence without changing your bloodline, there is only one simple way."

In the curved stepped classroom, the boy put one hand in his pocket and wrote on the blackboard with chalk in the other hand.

The straight black suit sets off his tall figure, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose give him a more academic atmosphere.

The students in the whole classroom were silent, and several pairs of eyes were staring at the blackboard, as if they were afraid of missing any details. Only the rustling sound of chalk could be heard.

Such a serious class atmosphere and such well-behaved little dragons, if seen by other teachers, they would definitely be envious.

After all, Kassel College implements an elite talent system, which leads to loose academic atmosphere and the prevalence of freedom. What is most lacking is those self-important and unconventional students.

With the cultivation and etiquette of these little dragons, they may not disrupt the order of the class, but it is too difficult to make them listen carefully.

The mixed-bloods also have the admiration of the dragon race in their bones, and instinctively do not recognize those old professors, even if they are geniuses among ordinary people.

However, Jiang Shouyun did it on the first day of class, creating the class environment that all teachers dream of.

First slap them, and then give them two sweet dates.

Under the combination of kindness and force, the little dragons who used to be arrogant and ambitious are now like docile sheep under the shepherd.

"That is, learn to converge and expand your domain."

Jiang Shouyun turned to look at Caesar, who seemed to understand, and said: "Next, I will inject pure spiritual power, the so-called spiritual element, into your spiritual body to strengthen your spiritual power."

"After you use the Word Spirit, use your spirit to converge your domain, be careful not to go too far."

"...... OK." Caesar came back to his senses and nodded, his ice-blue eyes burst into golden light, and in the high-pitched chanting of the Word Spirit, he fully released his Word Spirit, Kamaitachi.

"Kamaitachi" is a wind demon in Japanese mythology. They are three brothers who hide in the wind and cut passers-by with the vacuum formed by high-speed wind.

The Word Spirit named after it, the releaser orders the wind in the domain, and the wind captures all sounds and gives them to him as if it were enslaved by him.

"Close your eyes and feel the power I give you with your heart." Jiang Shouyun said softly, placing his palm on his shoulder.

Hearing this, Caesar closed his golden eyes and stood silently.

At the same time, he felt a faint cold current flowing slowly along his shoulders to his body.

His brain gradually became clear, and his perception of the world became clearer, just like uncovering a layer of hazy gauze.

His spirit was raised to the extreme by him, invisible decrees were issued, the original domain expanded again, and the sickle weasel danced wildly in the void.

All the sounds within a radius of hundreds of meters, like the sound of surging sea waves rushing towards him, echoed in his mind at this moment.

Including outside the classroom, pigeons pecking their wings on the roof, insects digging gently on the ground, spiders crawling slowly on spider webs, and hundreds of heartbeats with different rhythms in the teaching building.

Even in the darkness without a trace of light, he can still use the wind as his eyes to grasp all the sounds around him.

This sudden surge of power and the feeling of controlling everything made Caesar a little addicted.

But when he was addicted and couldn't extricate himself.

"Caesar, close your domain." A calm voice exploded in his mind like thunder.

Caesar's body trembled, and the whole person seemed to be splashed with a basin of cold water, and he woke up instantly.

With the blessing of the gentle spiritual power on the spirit, the domain with a radius of hundreds of meters gradually began to close, and shrunk to the size of the classroom with all his strength.

As the domain of the word spirit was compressed, the range of activities of the wind monsters became smaller, and finally they began to bite and merge.

"That is..." In the eyes of everyone, the originally transparent and colorless domain actually had a dark red color.

Like a blood mist, it rose around Caesar and in the classroom.

But that was not a real blood mist, but a group of invisible creatures, a group of monsters transformed by wind.

"Because of wind, you enter the Tao, and you become a demon when you meet blood."--Abe Haruaki.

Word spirit·blood-sucking sickle!

"I succeeded?" Caesar showed an irrepressible joy.

The power bestowed by Jiang Shouyun made Caesar tremble and be surprised. The power flowing deep in his blood had never been so active.

Tens of thousands of invisible sickle weasels were merging and biting each other. The will of the dragon blood turned them into bloodthirsty wind monsters. The last few remaining ones screamed silently.

His unparalleled confidence made him particularly excited, as if he could still awaken groups of sickle weasels...

But soon, the smile on his face froze, and he suddenly began to feel a sharp pain in his brain, as if a long needle pierced his body from the inside out.

The originally gentle sickle-tails suddenly became violent and bloodthirsty. This word spirit was no longer the harmless messenger sickle-tails. They turned into blood-thirsty thugs after biting and merging.

Caesar felt a panic in his heart and chanted the dragon script in his mouth, trying to control them again, but the decree seemed to have lost its effect.

The bloodthirsty wind monsters no longer surrounded him, but like a swarm of mosquitoes under a street lamp,

the whirlwind of invisible sharp blades swept directly towards the crowd in front of him with Caesar as the center.

What a joke? !

If a human body faces a blood-sucking sickle like a wind blade, it would be fatal if one of the aortas was exposed.

However, just when Caesar opened his eyes in panic and wanted to remind everyone.

He suddenly felt that the strongest heartbeat around him disappeared.

"This is a negative example of forcibly converging a field." A calm voice came into his ears.

Jiang Shouyun stood in front of everyone, waving the short knife in his hand gently, and taught the confused people earnestly.

"...What?" Caesar stared at him in disbelief, as if he was looking at a ghost that shouldn't exist.

His sickle-weasel didn't bring back any heartbeats. If he hadn't seen it with his naked eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that there was actually a person standing there...

No.

Caesar widened his eyes and finally saw it clearly.

It's not that the sickle-weasel has lost its effect.

It's that those bloodthirsty wind monsters can no longer return to him.

Jiang Shouyun's seemingly casually swung the knife light, but it cut all the wind monsters that tried to attack them into pieces, and completely disappeared in Caesar's domain.