Three hundred and eighty seventh chapter brother planning
"Using the power of countless admiration and admiration as a plow, in the silent kingdom of death, you have discovered three abilities and are qualified to choose one from them:"
"1, the sign of shackles;"
"Instant skill; you will see the power that will kill you three seconds in advance and understand everything about it immediately."
"2, source of death;"
"Talent of the dead; you will obtain a certain amount of death soul power, its effectiveness is the same as soul power, and its amount is about one-third of your original soul power."
"3, Silent Magic Mist;"
"Special skill: With the help of the magic of death, your soul instinct is transformed into a magical mist of silence. This magical mist will use your character as the vane to show its characteristics and power in the kingdom of death."
"Additional instructions:"
"No matter which item you choose, its initial level is 0."
"Remember: Death has the attribute of devouring. You can only increase the power of death skills by sacrificing other skills."
"Every time your ability improves, your power will become stronger (nonsense, but I have to say it)."
"There is no end to death, and there is no end to the power of death."
"Strive to improve your abilities!"
Wu Xiaode read it quickly and couldn't help but clenched his fist.
That's it.
There has never been a skill known to all sentient beings.
Even the one-eyed giant doesn’t know!
The most important thing is that its power can be continuously improved, there is no end!
Although it takes a lot of skills.
But I am not afraid of this.
——Only by using such power to fight against it, can your own destiny have a glimmer of hope!
But how to choose?
His eyes fell on the "Omen of Shackles."
This ability allows you to see a certain force that will kill you three seconds in advance.
In general combat, it's really useful.
But it's different when facing the one-eyed giant——
Even if you know that it is going to release the crimson ray, can you avoid it? Can you block it?
You can't run away, you can't fight, you can't fight.
no.
Wu Xiaode shook his head and looked at the second "source of death".
Frankly speaking, this item is actually very useful, it is equivalent to directly increasing one-third of the soul power.
But it’s still the same problem.
Useless against Cyclops!
The last item——
"Silent Mist" can transform the original skill into a death skill.
Unlike the first two, it is a trait.
Its key point is to be able to "show its characteristics and power in the kingdom of death."
In addition, although I don’t know what “use your xinxing as the wind vane” means, but judging by the logic of activating this wall, you can definitely know——
The one-eyed giant does not know this skill from the kingdom of death.
Just choose this one!
Wu Xiaode thought to himself: "I choose the third one, Silent Demon Mist."
As soon as he finished speaking, the explanatory text about the other two abilities suddenly disappeared.
In the skull's eye sockets, small white flowers bloomed slightly.
Lines of small words in ice crystals appeared quickly:
"You have gained the ability: Silent Mist (Passive)."
"Silent Demonic Fog, Level: 0."
"Trait attributes: Impenetrable, unable to explore, unable to dispel."
"With the help of the magic power of death, this magic mist is extremely in line with your character and will assist you in fighting."
...I don’t quite understand.
Wu Xiaode looked back and forth several times, feeling a little baffled.
But now there is no time to study it any further.
The Bone Dragon is making an emergency landing!
The strong wind roared in my ears, and the world quickly moved backwards.
However, the Bone Dragon's movements were silent and almost undetectable.
It exudes some kind of "field"-like power around it, turning all movement into nothingness.
It even flickered all over, with distorted light gradually covering its surroundings, making itself invisible.
Even Wu Xiaode was enveloped in it.
finally.
The bone dragon drew a long track in the fields outside the city and stopped in the endless field of rapeseed flowers.
Silence.
Wu Xiaode stepped on the bone dragon's head and was about to jump down when he found his cell phone ringing again.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Where are you?" Zhao Junyu asked.
"In the rapeseed fields in the western suburbs of the capital, it's best to send someone over to deal with the bone dragon." Wu Xiaode said.
"Okay, don't worry about it. It will hide itself. We will send someone to pick it up immediately." Another female voice said excitedly.
It sounds like she is the girl who calls herself Zhao Junyu's sister.
"Then I'll be back first."
"Well, come back."
The phone hangs up.
Wu Xiaode jumped off the bone dragon and looked back.
——I can’t see the big guy here at all.
This is fine.
It won't cause any more commotion.
No one even noticed the movement here.
Wu Xiaode stepped lightly, quickly jumped onto the field ridge, and walked forward along the country road, hoping to get to the main road quickly and catch a car back to the city.
"Why not fly?" asked the crow.
"I want to think about my newly acquired abilities." Wu Xiaode said.
As he walked, he thought silently.
The Silent Demon Mist uses one's own character as a guide to change existing skills.
So.
What is your own character?
I have no clue.
Wu Xiaode fired a few punches at random.
——No changes.
How is this "Silent Magic Mist" used?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a shout coming from the road ahead.
Several young people gathered around a child carrying a schoolbag and were slapping him.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Wu Xiaode shouted.
The young men turned around and said with a smile: "Here comes another one, very good, hand over the change."
Wu Xiaode was startled, slowed down, and said, "I'm afraid you won't dare to take it out."
"Arrogant! Get over here and squat on the ground!" a young man shouted.
Wu Xiaode smiled and was about to move——
Bang!
Something fell from his trouser leg and fell to the ground.
He looked down and saw an extra shot put on the ground.
Shot put...
Where did the shot put come from?
The Book of the Dead floating in mid-air was quietly opened, revealing a line of small words in ice crystal:
"The magic mist of silence has enveloped you, turning into a vague mist and starting to work."
"Current level: lv0."
"At this level, the mist begins to bless you."
"With the first blessing, the mist tool has become a shot put."
Wu Xiaode looked around him.
Sure enough, there was a faint layer of gray mist.
This is the Mist of Silence.
It turns out that if you want to fight, the ability of Silent Demon Mist will come into play.
It just got itself a shot put.
asshole!
Why do you need a shot put to beat these little gangsters?
Wu Xiaode calmly picked up the shot put and said with a smile: "Everyone, I am a shot put player, so it is normal for a shot put to fall out of my pants."
"Damn, you brat..." Several young men stared at him and cursed fiercely.
Wu Xiaode didn't want to spare them, so he simply kept walking.
Bang!
Another thing fell from the hem of his shirt to the floor.
Wu Xiaode looked down.
I saw that it was a dark barbell, thick and big, and it made a hole in the ground.
The young people's eyes shrank.
Wu Xiaode also felt that something was wrong.
It's just to deal with a few ordinary people, why do you always manifest this kind of thing for yourself?
Now I have to explain the past first, so as not to let the person opposite realize that something is wrong.
"Don't worry, I am a shot put thrower. I have to practice barbell every day. This is reasonable."
Wu Xiaode bent down, picked up the barbell, and explained patiently.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, a cold light fell from his sleeve with a "swish" sound and stuck straight into the ground.
machete.
Yes.
This is a machete about half the length of the body.
It fell out of Wu Xiaode's sleeve and stuck on the ground. It looked quite sharp.
God knows how it fell out of the sleeve.
"Ah ha, well, actually I usually do some part-time jobs, such as doing magic." Wu Xiaode said.
when!
A crisp sound.
Everyone looked down and saw a dark object falling out of his pocket and hitting the machete, making a metallic knocking sound.
gun.
pistol.
"Crazy!"
The young men couldn't hold them anymore, so they turned around and ran away. After a while, they turned around the alley and lost sight of them.
The child carrying a schoolbag ran over to him, saluted him, and said, "Thank you, uncle."
"Call me brother, I'm not even eighteen yet." Wu Xiaode glared.
"Thank you, brother."
"Well, be careful in the future and don't get caught up in this group of rubbish again."
"I see."
The child seemed a little afraid of him, so he turned around and ran away.
Only Wu Xiaode was left standing there.
He looked at the shot put and barbell in his hand, then at the sword and gun on the ground, and sighed.
"That's not right. Supposedly, the Mist of Silence should be a skill in the world of death."
"——Why did the shot put fall?"
He looked toward the Book of the Dead.
I saw a line of small words in ice crystals already appearing on the Book of the Dead:
"The Mist of Silence is indeed an extremely rare special skill in the world of death. Depending on the user, it will be extremely consistent with the user's temperament and temperament."
"But just now it just embarrassed me." Wu Xiaode spread his hands and said.
Two more lines of small words in ice crystals appeared:
"Please respect this skill."
"You know, the most popular skills in the death world now are 'social death' skills."
The veins on Wu Xiaode's forehead swelled, and he said loudly: "But why do you want the owner of the skill to die!"
Another line of ice-crystalline characters:
"What the mist embodies is not a random choice, but comes from your nature and is a projection of your own fighting style."
"But why is my instinct to drop the shot put?" Wu Xiaode asked persistently.
The Book of the Dead fell silent, and a few lines of small ice crystal characters appeared:
"It produces a shot put based on your character."
"When it comes to fighting, there is only one word to describe your character."
"What word?" Wu Xiaode asked with interest.
A bright red bold character appeared on the page:
"dirty."
——Your sister!
Wu Xiaode was furious, threw the shot put and barbell on the ground, turned around and left.
Am I dirty?
This is a life-and-death matter, and it’s not a treat for me to have dinner with, yet you actually called me dirty!
Fighting means doing whatever it takes!
The shot put, barbell and knife and fork suddenly turned into mist and flew back to him.
The Book of the Dead saw him leaving and quickly chased after him.
(Thanks to book friend Xixi Young Master for the reward. The boss is very generous. I will continue to work hard to write a good book!)
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