MTL - Divine Brilliance-Chapter 61 Undecided

The legendary seven-tailed fox is not very good at strength. Only agile, it is still too much.

However, its talent, among all the demons, is the most top-notch. The reason lies in its "fantasy" talent, as long as it has the blood of the fox, if it is a spiritual master, it is natural to be good at illusion. And if it is martial arts, the ability in this area is also extremely outstanding.

Recalling the infinite memory of the imperial concubine in the memory of the mind, and the set of matching boxing methods, there is no fixed killing.

In the previous martial arts experience, Zong Shou only had a slight understanding of those patterns, and he had already mastered some of the unsuccessful killings.

When a boxing is out, it will only be seen in front of him, and there will be a lot of punches and shadows.

"Good boxing!"

Zong Shou’s eyes are slightly bright, according to the memory of this body. This indefinitely, the imperial concubine and the undecided killing, are the martial arts that were not created by themselves.

At this moment, Zong Shou, although only looking at its probabilities, can know that this merit is a must for the sixth-order level. And the potential is endless, there is still the possibility of rising. In line with the talent of the Tianhu family, the power is even more arrogant.

It can be seen that the martial arts that had not yet arrived have reached a very high level.

It is a pity that he is not good at boxing, the magic of the way, and did not study.

However, after his martial achievements in his previous life, it was a very simple matter to create a set of magical swords after the unrecognized killing.

After testing the physical technique, Zong Shou began to test the spiritual method.

In the realm of the soul, some low-level spells with lower power are available. Although he did not practice the soul energy in his previous life, he was a master level.

At the moment, it was called by a hand, and with only one gesture, it brought up a magical fog and filled the entire carriage.

"If there is such a skill, my set of killing fists is only under the nine-pulse martial arts, no one can stop it! But in the eyes of those congenital martial artists, it can only be considered a play!"

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, the fog disappeared, and the curse of the sect was changed again. Then, after the week, there were two phantoms. It’s just awesome, but it’s just a little face.

Zong Shou looked around and the brow wrinkled slightly. It’s not this illusion that makes it worse. Although the look is somewhat unreal, but in the battle, there are several people between the electric and the flint, can be accurately identified?

On the contrary, this effect is better than he expected.

"No, I have made these magical ways, power seems to be better than other spiritual masters? And at least more than doubled! Why is this? Remember me, there is no spirit and the like. These seven-tailed foxes are really tyrannical?"

Zong Shou only sank for a while, and he sat down decisively, set his mind and entered meditation.

Although the blood of the demon family is abnormal, even the blood of the beast of the seven-tailed fox can not exceed too much.

His situation at the moment should be another reason.

Consciousness enters the soul of the sea and observes carefully. After about a moment, Zong Shou knew the reason.

I saw the depths of the whirlpool, the spewing soul energy, and it has increased by about 50%.

"Strange, my source of souls seems to have grown by nearly 50%. Is this because of the fusion of the little guy's soul?"

The increase in the source of the soul is worthy of the fact that he has the ability to swallow the Dafa. However, the increased spiritual power is enough to make those spirits jealous of madness.

Then I realized that there are two more sources of psionic energy in this soul sea. Zong Shou divided out two thoughts, and he sneaked into the past.

I saw the source of these psionic powers, and it was the two behind him, the foxtail that was shaking.

It is not only the absorption of psionic power, but also the manipulation of the psionic power between heaven and earth, and it is also close to whatever you want.

Zong Shou could not help but stunned. It turned out that this foxtail, and such ability, is not all ineffective.

Reconciling and absorbing the psionic power of the heavens and the earth can not only benefit the spiritual practice, but also enhance the spiritual law and increase the speed of holding and cursing.

The spiritual method that can be used by others before they have to pay ten minutes. If you change to him, you may only need nine or near eight. Looking at this little time can make him an overwhelming advantage for those ordinary spiritual masters.

"I have this body, I can't do it. I don't care about this spirit, but I have inadvertently possessed such qualifications-"

Zong Shou couldn’t help but ridicule himself. He used to practice the spiritual law, just to suppress the conflict between his body and the blood of the demon. If you don't work hard now, you can really waste this great talent.

Open your eyes, Zong Shou took out a jug of wine, two wine glasses. After the fullness, a cup of himself was drunk, but a cup fell in front of him.

"Grace you a cup, go!"

In the eyes, the slightest sense of sadness, Zong Shou and silently sip again.

At this moment, besides him, I am afraid that no one will know. Just yesterday, a cruel teenager with a fate is silent, disappearing in this world, and no longer exists.

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I don't know when, in the black mud swamp, it started to patter the rain.

In a place full of wolf bones, a woman in red is holding an umbrella and standing in the rain.

The red embroidered shoes at the foot are suspended half a foot and are virtually in the air. The crescent-like eyebrows are slightly squatting, and the eyes of Yingyingqiu are looking at it carefully, all traces.

It’s been ten days since the dead marshes have only a bunch of white bones left.

Here the day before, there was a torrential rain, and I washed it here. However, in the woman's eyes, there is still some information that can attract her attention.

"Ling Yun Long Ruo's head is green ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ It has been advanced. After another 20 years, can't you enter the dragon? This little guy, luck is good, can have a dragon-shaped car. Other rumors of peers have been compared -"

However, the woman’s gaze is still in the inconspicuous flat land in the distance.

"It’s really a sword! After a full 17 days, there is still a hint of swords left, and it seems plausible. Who is this? Who is this person? Is it really not the thirteenth, only the martial arts?"

A figure in the distance suddenly appeared in the rain. Looking far away, it is Zhao Yuran.

Still water is ice, sliding to the ground. The woman in red is still too slow, and one has already reached the top of Zhao’s body.

I was about to ask, but I only saw Zhao’s neck between them, and there was a black color.

The woman immediately flicked, and the next moment, once again, the body flashed slightly, in front of Zhao Yuran. A plain hand popped up and grabbed the white neck, which was actually lifting her from the ground.

Zhao Xiaoran was not surprised, but it was a bit uncomfortable: "Old witch, you want to kill me? Don't let me go?"

The voice did not fall, and the head was knocked a note. The woman in red was cold and cold: "No big, no big, no singer!"

But there is no intention to let go, eyes staring at Zhao Yanran's neck, the black line.

Here is a scar, but I don't know why, not only did not recover, but completely rot, disgusting. It is a strong contrast with the skin that is a bit whiter than the snow.

The woman in red had watched for half an hour and only took a sigh of relief. She finally put Zhao Haoran down.

"This sword is still far from being formed. Why didn't you dispel it? It is not difficult to do it with your skill!"