The legendary seven-tailed sky fox lineage is really not very good at strength. Only in terms of agility, it is pretty good.
However, its talent is the most top-notch among all monster clans. The reason is that its talent in the "illusion" system, as long as you have the blood of the Sky Fox, if you are a spiritual master, you are naturally good at illusion. And if you are a martial artist,
His ability in this area is also extremely outstanding.
Recalling the Wudingling Emperor Jue in his mind, as well as the matching boxing technique, Wuding Killing Fist.
From his martial arts experience in his previous life, Zong Shou only briefly understood the patterns and formulas, and he had already initially mastered part of the secret of this undetermined killing fist.
As soon as he punched out, all he could see in front of him was the shadow of numerous punches, which was so vague and uncertain that it was difficult to predict the actual situation.
"Good boxing skills!"
Zong Shou's eyes brightened slightly. According to the body's memory, the Wudingling Emperor Technique and Wuding Killing Fist were both martial arts created by Zong Weiran.
At this moment, Zong Shou, even though he was just looking at its general outline, he knew that this skill would definitely reach the level of the sixth-level secret skill. Moreover, the potential was endless and there was still the possibility of improvement. Combined with the talents of the Tianhu clan, its power was even more powerful and unpredictable.
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It can be seen from this that the yet-to-be martial arts has reached an extremely advanced level.
It's a pity that he is not good at boxing and phantom martial arts, and he hasn't studied much.
However, based on his martial arts achievements in his previous life, it was a very simple matter to create his own set of fantasy swordsmanship after understanding this undetermined killing fist.
After passing the test of physical skills, Zong Shou began to test spiritual skills.
In the soul-watching realm, he can already use some low-level spells with low power. Although he had never practiced soul energy in his previous life, he was still at the master level in terms of talismans.
At this moment, he was summoned by hand, and with just one gesture, a cloud of phantom mist was brought up, filling the entire carriage.
"With the help of this technique, my set of indefinite killing fists will be unstoppable by the Nine Meridians Mystic Martial Arts Master! But in the eyes of those innate martial arts masters, it can only be regarded as child's play!"
After waiting for a quarter of an hour, when the fog dissipated, Zong Shou changed the spell in his hand again, and then two more phantoms appeared around him. They were lifelike, but their faces were a bit dull.
Zong Shou looked around, and then frowned slightly. It wasn't the phantom technique that made him bad. Although his expressions and movements were a bit unrealistic, once he was in a battle, among the lightning and flint, there were a few people who could accurately
Unmistakably distinguish?
On the contrary, the effect was beyond his expectation.
"No, the power of these phantom Taoist spells I use seems to be much stronger than that of other spiritual masters? And it is at least twice as powerful! Why is this? Remember, I don't have any spiritual weapons on me. Is it possible?
Is this seven-tailed fox bloodline really so tyrannical?"
Zong Shou only pondered for a while, then decisively sat down cross-legged, calmed his mind, and entered meditation.
Although there are abnormal people in the bloodline of the demon clan, even those with the bloodline of divine beasts like the Seven-tailed Sky Fox cannot exceed that much.
There should be another reason for his current situation.
Consciously entering the sea of soul power, he observed carefully. After about a moment, Zong Shou already knew the reason.
I saw that the soul energy gushing out from the depths of the vortex had increased by about 50%.
"Strange, the source of my soul seems to have grown by nearly 50%. Could this be due to the fusion of that little guy's soul?"
The increase in the source of the soul was considered dispensable to him who possessed the great power of Devouring Heaven and Yuan Transformation. However, the increased power of spiritual power was enough to make those spiritual masters go crazy with jealousy.
Then he felt that there were two more sources of spiritual energy in the soul sea. Zong Shou separated two thoughts and followed the clues to explore them.
I saw that the source of these psychic powers was the two fox tails swaying behind him.
Not only is he absorbing spiritual energy, but he is also able to control the spiritual energy between heaven and earth as he pleases.
Zong Shou couldn't help but suddenly realized that this fox tail had such an ability and was not completely useless.
Harmonizing and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is not only beneficial to soul power cultivation, but can also enhance spiritual techniques and increase the speed of holding seals and forming spells.
Others need ten breaths of time to use the spiritual method. In his case, it may only take nine breaths or close to eight breaths. Just look at this little time, but it can make him stand up to those ordinary spiritual masters.
There are overwhelming advantages.
"I can't cultivate martial arts with this body. Unexpectedly, this spiritual master's soul power, but inadvertently, he has such a qualification——"
Zong Shou couldn't help but laugh at himself. He originally practiced spiritual arts just to suppress and ease the conflict between his own body and the human-monster bloodline. But now if he doesn't work hard, he will really waste this great talent.
Opening his eyes, Zong Shou took out another pot of wine and two wine glasses. After filling them, he drank one glass himself and poured the other glass in front of him.
“Here’s to you, let’s go!”
With a hint of sadness in his eyes, Zong Shou silently poured the wine again.
At this moment, except for him, I'm afraid no one will know that just yesterday, a young man with a cruel fate disappeared silently into this world and no longer exists.
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I don't know when, but in the black mud swamp, it started to rain again.
In a place covered with wolf bones and corpses, a woman in red was holding an umbrella, standing gracefully in the rain.
The red embroidered shoes under her feet were hanging half a foot in the air. The crescent-shaped eyebrows were slightly frowning, and the eyes like autumn water were carefully looking at all traces here.
More than ten days have passed, and all that is left of the dead bog wolves is a pile of bones.
There was a heavy rain here the day before yesterday and the place was washed away. However, in the woman's eyes, there was still some information that could attract her attention.
"Ling Yun Long Ruo's green dragon turned out to have advanced again. In another twenty years, wouldn't he be able to enter the dragon genus? This little guy is lucky enough to have a dragon-shaped escort. Compared with other direct descendants of his generation,
Go down——"
However, the woman's gaze rested on the inconspicuous flat land in the distance.
"It's really the sword intention! Seventeen days later, there is still a trace of the sword intention left, and it's not true. Who left it? Could it be that this person is really less than thirteen, and only has the realm of a martial artist?"
A figure in the distance suddenly appeared in the rain. Looking from a distance, it was Zhao Yanran.
The water was still turning into ice, and it was gliding over. The woman in red still felt it was too slow, so she dodged and was already thirty feet in front of Zhao Yanran.
Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly saw a black stripe on Zhao Yanran's neck.
The woman was immediately startled. The next moment, she flashed again and was in front of Zhao Yanran. A bare hand popped out, grabbed the snow-white neck, and actually lifted her from the ground.
Zhao Yanran was not surprised, but she was a little unhappy and said: "Old witch, you want to strangle me to death? Why don't you let me go?"
Before he finished speaking, he was hit on the head. The woman in red said coldly: "No matter how big or small you are, call us uncle!"
But he had no intention of letting go, and his eyes were fixed on the black line in Zhao Yanran's neck.
This place was originally a scar, but for some unknown reason, not only did it not recover, but it completely rotted and was disgusting. It formed a strong contrast with the skin next to it that was a few points whiter than snow.
The woman in red looked at her for half an hour before letting out a sigh of relief and finally putting Zhao Yanran down.
"This sword intention is far from being formed, so why haven't you dispelled it? With your ability, it shouldn't be difficult to do it!"