In an open field, the grass leaves were withered and yellow, and the cold wind blew up Rosalian's sleek black hair. She was seen carrying a sharp-toothed stick and wearing special evergreen soft armor. She chuckled.
, leaped out.
Opposite Rosalian, Mida was holding a nine-turn cultivation tower that was like a nine-section steel whip. Her eyebrows were lowered, as if she didn't notice Rosalian who was attacking with a stick in front of her. With one hand and a sword finger, she lightly glanced at the magic weapon, dark purple close to it.
Nine talismans lit up in sequence on the black ebony whip, which affected the surrounding natural energy and twisted and tangled. As Mida swung the whip in the air, a tangled and swirling mist collided with Rosalian head-on.
"Oh?" Rosalian froze. After taking the Nine-turn Purple Gold Pill with the help of Xuan Weizi, in addition to having a human body, she could also transform back into the original saber-toothed leopard body at any time, and she could still be in the human form.
Retaining the strong muscles and bones of the original saber-toothed leopard, she can run with such vigor and agility that even high-level rangers cannot match it.
But now Rosalian was trapped in a swirling fog, her body movements were greatly sluggish, and she swung the sharp-toothed stick several times, which seemed to hit an ooze monster, slowing down the powerful attack.
Sha Lian sniffed when she saw this and muttered: "Starlight creeping monster? Heavy fog technique? They don't look alike."
At this time, Mida raised her ebony whip, opened and closed her lips slightly, and with the help of silent spells, the fog that trapped Rosalian suddenly became denser. Not only did Rosalian's movements become slow, but her body shape, hands and feet even changed.
There was an inexplicable heavy pressure on her buttocks, trying to push her to the ground.
"Xiaomi Da, you're so awesome." Rosalian praised her. Now she could no longer perceive the situation outside the fog with only her normal facial senses. However, she found that there were a few bits of frost condensing rapidly in the fog, as if from far away.
Shooting at yourself everywhere.
"Can it still be like this?" Rosalian relied on her agility to dodge several ice picks, and then swung the sharp-toothed stick to smash two fist-sized ice cubes.
The ice cones that Rosalian dodged flew back into the fog, then emitted orange-red light and turned into several fireballs that struck Rosalian's back.
Rosalian didn't look back, and jumped away like a prophet, but was dragged to the ground by invisible weight, and saw a fireball about to hit her head and face.
But in an instant, a powerful force arose in Rosalian's body. She opened her hands with five fingers and a layer of illusory beast claws on the outside. She actually grabbed the fireball, threw it into the mist with her backhand, and exploded with a bang.
.
"found it!"
Rosalian knew in her heart that she was trapped by a magic circle, and the surrounding space was controlled by Mida's spells. If she could not find an effective way to break through, she would not be able to escape the magic circle no matter how hard she ran.
The fireball exploded, Rosalian found a flaw, and her body's potential suddenly soared. Although her appearance did not change, her original potential continued to emerge, her strength and agility increased dramatically, she broke free from the invisible pressure, and leaped directly towards the flaw in the magic circle.
At this time, the mist changed again, and more than a dozen long vines sprang out from the sky and the ground, attacking from different directions, intending to entangle Rosalian's hands, feet, and limbs. Unexpectedly, Rosalian had the supernatural power to "move freely" and could easily do so.
Escaping from the criss-crossing vine net, his movements were incredibly dexterous. He jumped out of the mist and landed steadily on the dry grassland.
Rosalian stood still, punching the sharp-toothed stick on the ground, and was about to look for Mida's figure. Suddenly, stone thorns came out of the ground around her, coming very fast. But Rosalian moved faster, holding her hand
The big stick swung around like a giant dragon flicking its tail, smashing all the stone thorns.
"That's not possible, Xiaomita." Rosalian put the sharp-toothed stick on her shoulder and stared at the empty position in mid-air with a smile. She pointed to her nose: "At least your invisibility effect can still hide you."
But my sense of smell. Next time, remember to keep yourself at a disadvantage, otherwise I will hit you with one leap."
Mid-air, Mida lost her invisibility and slowly fell down thoughtfully. She put the ebony whip on her back and heard Xuan Weizi's voice coming from the side:
"Your strength has already approached that of a legendary warrior. Ordinary warriors cannot approach a spellcaster in the sky instantly like you."
Rosalian turned around and saw Xuan Weizi walking slowly, holding a shining green leaf in his hand.
"Aren't you going to have a meeting? Have you finished talking so early?" Rosaleen asked with her hands on her hips.
"Those are all specific matters. I haven't interfered much anymore, so I left a clone to listen. You also know the situation."
Xuan Weizi is about to leave the main material plane and prepare to find Morgan Merlin. Rosalian and Mida already know about it. Compared with Sandori having to deal with various affairs, the two of them can focus on Qing Cultivation.
.Right now, Rosalian is the most suitable target for practicing spells in the outskirts of Evergreen City because of her superb strength.
"Mida, show me your magic weapon." Xuan Weizi took the ebony whip from Mida's hand, and then motioned to Rosalian: "How is her magic? Just tell me."
Rosalin scratched the back of her head: "Actually, I don't know much about magic. Just from the perspective of trapping enemies, the effect is not bad. But the specific attack effect is too weak, and the conversion between different elements is not flexible enough."
What Mida used before was actually the spiritual talisman array taught by Xuan Weizi. Mida condensed the spiritual talisman in the Nine-turn Cultivation Tower and practiced it every day. Once activated, the nine-fold spiritual talisman was connected to form an array, which was also miniature and simple.
Dharma altar.
"Indeed." Xuan Weizi said to Mida: "Don't be too impatient and lay out the nine-fold spiritual talisman at once. Such a magic circle is too complicated. It must absorb and transform various energies from the outside world, and also perform dimensional topology internally.
Trap the enemy, and even launch various elemental attacks... Driving this magic circle at your current level is like a small horse pulling a cart. A lot of your strength is wasted on maintaining the stability of the magic circle."
"Yes." Mida listened sincerely.
"You can focus on some functions of the magic circle first, and then extend and improve it when you are proficient enough." Xuan Weizi handed the Nine Turns Cultivation Tower back to Mida.
"By the way, I'd better give this stick back to you." Rosalin smashed the sharp-toothed stick to the ground, wrinkled her nose and said, "I think its smell is not right, and occasionally I hear there is a soul in it.
Wail."
Xuan Weizi couldn't help but laugh: "When you saw this big stick yesterday, you said it was some kind of magic weapon and took it away happily. Now you know it's not clean?"
This sharp-toothed stick originally belonged to Gushim. Countless souls of the dead were gathered in it, and then sealed with Gushim's divine power. This sharp-toothed stick can release the souls inside when attacking, impacting the enemy's mind.
With the soul, or even swallowing the other party's soul together, it is more terrifying than any necromancy spell.
Such an attack cannot be resisted by the "anti-death barrier" alone. It must be resisted by pure and powerful souls. Or like the saints on earth of the church, opening the "gate of heaven" to collect the countless souls released.
Take a shot.
Although Xuan Weizi could use the Star Gang Altar to transcend the dead souls in the sharp-toothed stick, that would not be accomplished in a short period of time, so he did not intend to do it himself.
…
"Are you going to let me come?"
The Sky Singer, who looked like a mixed elemental body, shrunk down to a medium size, held the sharp-toothed stick in his hand and waved it twice, and then said to Xuan Weizi: "It's a good thing, but according to what you said, the soul inside
If they are all released, this artifact will probably be almost useless."
Xuan Weizi sat cross-legged on a huge rock, holding a glistening green leaf in his hand. He was now deep in an ancient dense forest, and the complex root system of the nearby ancient trees outlined a huge formation on the ground, stretching
For several miles in radius, there are stars above and mountains and rivers below. The light is faintly visible circling and tangled in the air, and the slightest trace of light hangs down.
"I guess the souls here come from a certain ethnic group in an alien plane, and contain corresponding natural ecological information. And this level of artifact cannot be handled by others, so you are the most suitable person." Xuan Weizi
Said: "If you are not willing to release the soul inside, then I can rest assured that I will leave this artifact to you and regard it as a reward."
Not long ago, Xuan Weizi commissioned the Sky Singer to help him build a teleportation circle, which was a necessary means to find Morgan Merlin.
Unlike the Twilight Royal Court, which has a clear goal, Xuan Weizi does not know which plane Morgan Merlin is in now. Without accurate plane information, the teleportation is likely to cause deviations. It is possible to directly teleport the body into a solid body.
possible.
Fortunately, Xuan Weizi had a leaf from Morgan Merlin's original Green Oak, which could point him to the closest plane space. But even so, a sufficiently accurate and efficient teleportation array must be prepared on the main material plane.
After Lord Gale's calculations and Xuan Weizi's deduction, he believed that there was a place in the tribal alliance suitable for setting up a teleportation circle, and that was exactly where the ancient giants created the Sky Singer. After secret discussions, the Sky Singer was willing to provide
Xuan Weizi provided assistance and set about making arrangements.
"Haven't the reward been given before?" The Sky Singer suddenly turned into a one-horned giant rhinoceros, rolling in the quagmire among the roots: "The previous Gale Lord built a fairy sanctuary not far away.
It has made my place more vibrant. I just said that something seemed to be missing before. It seems that the experiments of the ancient giants were still not perfect enough."
Xuan Weizi smiled and said: "You have been secretly taking care of Lai Luo, I must express my gratitude."
"I also followed him around." The sky singer looked at the leaves in Xuan Weizi's hands: "Is this what the great druid left behind? It looks extraordinary, and it has a familiar aura."
Xuan Weizi twirled the leaves, looked at the fine veins inside, and with a slight wave, a little bit of light was scattered, forming an unpredictable tree shape in the mid-air.
"This is...'the ladder of ascent'?" the sky singer asked.
"To be precise, it's the 'Ladder of Ascent' in Morgan Merlin's eyes." Xuan Weizi said: "Because 'Ladder of Ascent' is just a name given by ancient giants, ordinary people are used to treating it as a ritual leading to the top. And in
According to Morgan Merlin, the 'ascending ladder' is like a tree that absorbs nutrients through its roots, branches and leaves, and eventually bears fruit."
"The roots are obviously the main material plane and the ancient giants, and the branches and leaves are entangled with those alien planes?" the sky singer asked.
"Absolutely." Xuan Weizi added: "But when different races and different minds look at the 'Ladder of Ascension', they will also see different pictures and extend it to different applications. By the way, the matter between the 'Headmaster' and Gushim,
What do you think?"
"Can you become a god by absorbing the power of faith?" The sky singer pondered: "I heard your description before, and I found that there are problems. Although Gushim is a god worshiped by the orcs, it is obviously controlled by you using the psychic network.
Why did Gushim respond to the call from the orcs? Either the god cannot understand the physical and mental state of the believers and people at all, or the god itself cannot refuse the collective prayers and calls of the believers."
"If it is the former, Gushim, as the god of orcs, cannot fully control the situation of his people, which means that his divine power is limited after all." Xuan Weizi said: "If it is the latter, then the problem is serious."
"As for the 'leader'." Sky Singer asked: "You mean the way it uses psychic powers is very similar to Spider-Man?"
"That's right." Xuan Weizi asked: "Are you trying to say that while the 'leader' absorbs the power of faith, he is actually being influenced and shaped by the believers?"
The sky singer turned into a big furry spider and said telepathically: "Did you know? In fact, in the tribal alliance, the belief in me appeared very early. At that time, I was used to turning into a huge bird and flying in the sky.
Soaring in the sky. At that time, I was very ignorant and enjoyed the food provided by believers. When I later wanted to transform into another form, my transformation almost failed."
Xuan Weizi frowned: "The power of faith has fixed you into the form of a bird?"
"Perhaps, or maybe I am too weak to control the power of faith." The sky singer said: "From that time on, I understood that faith is definitely not something that can be easily controlled. This thing is not magic. Just recite a few spells.
, can be manipulated with a few gestures. Belief is the mutual interference between gods and believers. The gods guide the beliefs of the believers, and the believers also shape the gods based on their own observations and thinking."
Hearing this, Xuan Weizi suddenly realized that if the incarnation of Yang Shen Zhenren is an analysis of one's own state of mind and personality, then the believers' understanding of a certain dogma, a certain behavior, or a certain concept of the god is also like a certain understanding of the god.
The embodiment of the cross-section, if the gods can be divided into incarnations, may have to be shaped by faith.
If the core of the god is not strong enough and pure enough, the "incarnation" of the god shaped by the believers may in turn usurp the core of the god, and the sky singer will almost suffer disaster.
"So since then, you have been constantly changing your appearance, making it impossible for believers to grasp your true face, and totem belief is impossible to talk about." Xuan Weizi said.
"That's right." The Sky Singer shook his body and turned into an ape again. He scratched his head and said, "Actually, I enjoy this ever-changing feeling. You want me to really look like the one on the totem pole.
, then you might as well kill me."
Xuan Weizi thought of Gushim back then. There was no doubt about his power, but his endless blood rage and terror were bound by the race of orcs. The racial characteristics and thinking of orcs were polarized into ancient times.
Shimu's divine core, the two sides are anchored to each other, and it is difficult to escape.