"If it's not just my good luck, but someone designed this road, it may have deviated from my control at this moment."
Xu Zhi looked at the attribute panel blankly. Under the normal panel, like a dog's tail followed by a mink, an extra section was added.
Under the three skill trees, two more positions are isolated. A white skull is floating up and down. In the eyes and nostrils of the skull, three black holes are bottomless. From time to time, a black airflow spurts out, and then remains intact.
He sucked it back from his mouth without moving.
Advanced Death Magic: Allows you to learn and use secondary death magic.
This is a new skill tree. It does not have any sub-skills. This skill has climbed to a high level on its own. A sudden realization came to Xu Zhi's mind. On the magic book, a first-level magic skill icon took shape.
Disintegration Ray (Level 0/10): Reduces the enemy's melee and long-range defense by 10% for one minute.
Xu Zhi curiously used his experience to improve it, and it could be improved normally. The first few levels of first-level magic did not consume much experience, and the rhythm of improvement was also very even. Xu Zhi only stopped the rhythm of upgrading when he reached level five.
Disintegration Ray (Level 5 0/320): Reduces the enemy's melee and long-range defense by 15% for five minutes.
He was immersed in the attribute panel for a very short time. There were inexplicable rules rushing over his head, and there were two big guys in front and on the right. It was hard to distinguish this place.
Seeing that the color of the huge white skull on the altar summoned by Baron Fontakin was getting lighter and lighter, everyone felt that the weight on their bodies was getting less and less.
"The rules of death are almost gone, haha, not even two days have passed."
"Wow hahaha, I'm so happy, so happy, the master of death magic, the hand of death, I'm coming."
Baron Von Tarkin opened his skull and laughed, his golden crown shaking crookedly.
"Congratulations, master, congratulations, master." Glick continued expressionless, and suddenly, he turned to Xu Zhi.
"Little one, are you looking for death by spying on me again?"
"Boss, I didn't mean to do it. I'm leaving. I'm leaving now."
Seeing that the restraints on his body were almost gone, Xu Zhi returned to the elemental world with a silent thought, and his body turned into a point of light.
In front of the portal, Xu Zhi wiped away a trace of cold sweat on his forehead. This time, the attribute panel used some kind of strong identification technique. Grik's specific attributes were fully displayed, but the time for identifying the results was very short. In the blink of an eye,
However, Xu Zhi didn't have time to study it carefully and only saw clearly that the other party's name was followed by the words "pseudo.immortal".
Perhaps, this was the reason why those extremely tyrannical people were able to block his appraisal many times. Similarly, these strong people had a different perception of being spied on by others, which made him secretly warned not to rely on the attribute panel for anything in the future.
Blindly, if you encounter someone with a bad temper, just crush him to death and then ask someone to reason with you.
"Hey, King Zhizhi, is that blood flowing on your head?"
"Yeah, Maggie, get me a cloth, I need to wipe it."
"Okay, King Zhizhi, that staff you are holding is so beautiful."
After a little tidying up, Xu Zhi lay down on the bed. He had to quickly return to the real world. This time he spent a long time in the dream world, hoping that Qiao Mu wouldn't be angry.
After all, the martial arts book has been obtained, and it doesn't take much time to memorize the secret technique from the Daimyo Academy's secret library. The three groups all have enough time. It's no problem to go for one day and rest for one day.
Firstly, I have told Qiao Mu that he has a talent for sleeping, and secondly, with Gu Yuxi as an insider, he should not be studied as a patient at this moment.
Of course, I hope that for the sake of their students and juniors, they will remember to feed him a sip of nutrient solution. After dozens of hours, Xu Zhi will feel hungry if he does not replenish nutrition and energy.
He Shiran, entered the cabin of his mind, opened the door, and returned to the real world.
Immediately, the feeling of being hit on the head with a hammer came over me.
Xu Zhi hugged his head and began to roll continuously.
"Ah~ it hurts, my head hurts so much."
"I'm going to die, I'm going to die."
"I have the Golden Head Kung Fu. I am indestructible and will never fall. Give me pain relief."
"Ah~"
Listening to Xu Zhi's screams, everyone who squeezed in was speechless.
This guy's brain fluctuation rate is surprisingly low. Now he suddenly wakes up and can still perform head-type exercises. It seems that his brain is not stupid.
"Do you think Masaki Sakai cast some kind of spell on Xu Zhi? When he died just now, the spell was automatically canceled because no one was controlling it."
Prince Renhe had a lot of anger in his eyes, feeling that nothing happened to your family. The grandmaster of our country died so inexplicably, but after hearing the whispers of the people next to him, his mind began to calm down.
Even he couldn't explain the strangeness of Ying's secret art. Everyone was good at it, practiced it differently, had different abilities, and the results were all kinds of strange.
There are no two identical flowers in this world, and naturally there are no exactly the same secret techniques. It is normal for the same secret technique to produce countless similar effects.
Maybe Xu Zhi was really trapped by the secret technique of Sakai Masaru, and was freed only after Sakai Masagi died.
Spiritual secrets are the most unpredictable, and sometimes the practitioner himself does not know what serious consequences it may have.
"Ding, don't resist, your inner energy will flow with me."
Yan Xuankong grasped and sucked with both hands, and Xu Zhi came into his hand. As the internal energy circulated, Xu Zhi's head was filled with heat from time to time. After a few minutes, traces of blood continued to appear on his head.
"Tsk, there is another good baby."
When Yan Xuankong's internal energy was circulating, he casually took off the bottle of ambergris from Xu Zhi's chest and crushed it. He saw that the solid ambergris instantly turned into liquid in his hand, and wisps of green energy continued to rise.
Get up and keep drilling into Xu Zhi's nostrils.
A mouthful of black blood spurted out from his mouth. Xu Zhi looked feebly at the familiar world, as well as the piles of people and various medical equipment around him.
"Why, why did I end up in the hospital again?"
"Boy, you are very lucky. You can still recover after being attacked by Sakai Masaki's secret technique."
"Sakai Masaki, what kind of ghost is this?"
"Yeah, this guy who's not worth mentioning is half dead."
Yan Xuankong said carelessly. Seeing the ambergris disappear, he withdrew his inner energy and threw Xu Zhi back to the hospital bed.
"Ah, junior brother, you are finally alive." Gu Yuxi held Xu Zhi's head with tears streaming down her face.
"I, I'm not dead in the first place. There are so many people. If I get sick, am I ready to mobilize so many people?"
Xu Zhi was a little uneasy. The room full of people seemed to be rich or noble, and there were many privileged people. Their temperament and appearance were different at first glance.
This is somewhat flattering.
He barely managed to squeeze out a few smiles. Everyone came here in a friendly manner. As a patient, he always wanted to express his gratitude.
"Senior sister, do you have any change? Would you like to seal a few small red envelopes and give gifts in return to those who left the gifts?"
"Eh" Looking at Xu Zhi who still didn't understand the situation, Gu Yuxi didn't know what to say.
I can see that you all really like the undead’s signature skills. I’ll talk about playing Little Skull in the future. Friendly introduction, the game icon for English 3 is Sandru, and the icon for English 4 is Baron Von Tarkin. This Mr. BOSS is pretty good.