Divine Brilliance

Legendary Seven-tailed fox lineage, power is not very good at it. Only agile, it is still too much.

However, its innate talent, in all Monster Race, is the most outstanding. The reason is that its ‘illusion’ is the innate talent, as long as it has the blood of the fox, if it is the Spirit 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 past martial arts experience, Zong Shou only slightly comprehend those patterns, and he has already mastered some of the Profound Truth.

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 his or her approximation, 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 conjunction with the innate talent of the Tianhu family, Wei Neng is even more arrogant.

It can be seen that the martial arts that had not happened before has 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 achievements in the past martial arts, it is also a very simple matter to create a set of magical swords after the unrecognized killing.

After testing the body, Zong Shou began experimenting with the spiritual method.

The soul of the realm, you can use some low-level spells with forformable power. Although he did not practice the soul energy in his previous life, he was a grandmaster 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 help, my set of killing fists is only under the Secret Martial Master. No one can stop it! But in the eyes of those Innate Martial Master, it can only be considered a play!”

Waiting for a quarter of an hour, the fog disappeared, Zong Shou’s curse changed again, and 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 much better than other Spirit Masters? And at least more than doubled! Why is this? Remember me, there is no spirit and the like. This seven-tailed fox bloodline, is it tyrannical?”

Zong Shou only sat down incessantly, and sat down decisively, setting his mind and entering meditation.

Monster Race bloodline is an unusual person, but even the Divine Beast bloodline like the Seven-tailed fox can’t be 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, and the spewing soul energy increased by a sufficient 50%.

“Strange, my source of my soul 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 Spirit Masters jealous of madness.

Then I realized that there are two more sources of psionic energy in this soul sea. Zong Shou splits two thoughts and stalks 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 his ability to control the psionic power between heaven and earth, and is also close to do as one pleases.

Zong Shou can’t help but feel that this foxtail has such ability, it is not all useless.

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

The spiritual method that can be used by others is to take ten breaths of time. Change to him here, maybe just nine or close to eight breaths. Looking at this little time, it can give him the advantage of being overwhelming for those ordinary Spirit Masters.

“I have this body, I can’t do it. I don’t care about this Spirit Master, but I have inadvertently possessed such qualifications-“

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

Eyes opened, Zong Shou took out another pot of wine, two 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 silently sipped 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 red clothed woman, holding an umbrella, swaying in the rain.

The red embroidered shoes at the foot are suspended half a foot and are virtually in the air. The crescent-like frown is slightly stunned, and the limpid autumn water-like eyes 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, there was a heavy rain here, 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, 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 escort. Other rumors are rumored Go on -“

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

“It’s really a sword! It’s still a whole seventeen miles. There is still a hint of swords left, and it seems plausible. Who is this?” Is this person, really not the thirteen, only the Martial Master?”

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

Still water is ice, sliding to the ground. Red clothed woman, but still too slow, a flash, it has been to Zhao Yanran’s front three ten zhang.

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

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 red clothed woman was coldly said: “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.

Red clothed woman looked at half an hour before putting out a long breath, and finally put Zhao Haoran down.

“This sword is still far from being formed, why not dispel it. With your ability, it should not be difficult!”