The legendary seven-tailed sky fox lineage is really not very good at strength. Only in terms of agility, it's pretty passable.
However, his talent is the most outstanding among all demon clans. The reason lies in his 'illusion' talent. As long as he has the blood of the Sky Fox, if he is a spiritual master, he is naturally good at illusions. And if you are a martial artist, your 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, he immediately saw the shadow of many punches in front of him, which was ethereal and uncertain, and 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 are both martial arts created by the sect Weiran.
At this moment, Zong Shou, even though he was only looking at its general outline, he knew that this technique would definitely reach the level of the sixth-level secret skill. And the potential is endless, and there is still the possibility of rising. Combined with the Tianhu clan's talent, its power is even more powerful and unpredictable.
It can be seen from this that the martial arts that has not yet been established has reached an extremely advanced level.
It's a pity that he is not good at boxing and has not studied the magic of magic.
However, based on his martial arts achievements in his previous life, it was extremely simple to create his own set of fantasy swordsmanship after understanding this undetermined killing fist.
After passing the physical test, Zong Shou began to test the spiritual method.
In the soul-watching realm, some low-level spells with lower power can already be used. Although he had never practiced soul energy in his previous life, he was still at the master level of talismans.
At this moment, he was summoned by hand. With just one gesture, a phantom mist was brought up and filled 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. It's lifelike, but the face is a bit dull.
Zong Shou looked around, then frowned slightly. It's not that the body illusion technique is bad. Although their expressions and movements are somewhat unrealistic, once they are in a battle, how many people can distinguish them accurately among the lightning and flint
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 Sky Fox bloodline really so tyrannical?"
Zong Shou only pondered for a while, then decisively sat down cross-legged, calmed down, and entered meditation.
Although there are abnormal people in the demon clan's bloodline, 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 enter the sea of soul power and observe 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 is considered dispensable for him who possesses the great method of Devouring Heaven and Yuan Transformation. However, the increased spiritual power was enough to make those spiritual masters go crazy with jealousy.
Then I felt that there were two more sources of spiritual energy in this sea of souls. Zong Shou separated two thoughts and followed the clues to explore.
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 it also allows him to control the spiritual energy between heaven and earth as close as he wants.
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 skills and increase the speed of holding seals and forming spells.
A spiritual method that others need ten breaths of time to use. In his case, it might only take nine breaths or close to eight breaths. Just look at this little time, but it can give him an overwhelming advantage over those ordinary spiritual masters.
"With this body, I can't cultivate martial arts. 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 methods just to suppress and ease the conflict between his own body and the bloodline of humans and monsters. But if you don't work hard now, this great talent will really be wasted.
Opening his eyes, Zong Shou took out another pot of wine and two wine glasses. After filling up, he drank one glass by himself, but 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 am 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 his feet were hanging half a foot in the air. The crescent-moon-like dark eyebrows are frowning slightly, and the eyes like autumn water are 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 is still some information that can 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 be protected by a dragon. Compared with other direct descendants of his generation, Go down—"
However, the place where the woman's gaze rested was still 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 is paradoxical. 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 still turns into ice and slides in. The woman in red still thought 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, and 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.
There was originally a scar here, but for some unknown reason, not only did it not recover, but it became completely rotten and disgusting. It formed a strong contrast with the skin next to her that was a bit 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!"
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