Druid’s Marvel Travels

Chapter 305 The War Between Father and Son

The air magic of Shenlong, that is, the power of Shenlong, is a special power that comes from the guardian dragon of the demigod of nature.

In essence, the people in Tarot Village practice this kind of qi, which is no different from the occult mages using the power of Weishandi and other dimensions to cast magic.

So, to put it bluntly, this power is not the learner's own.

No matter how high the attainment of Qi is, Tarot has a way to use the guardian dragon itself to directly deprive this power——

Just like Xu Xiaoen's mother Xu Yingli.

But if Oakes learns this kind of power, he doesn't want this power to be just borrowed.

After in-depth analysis, he discovered the deep connection between this power and life and nature, as well as the soul.

As he said to Xiao En and others, the "heart" represents the soul and spirit, the "body" represents the foundation of life, and the "skill" that assists in communicating with nature.

The three are harmonious as one, harmonious and perfect, and only then can they reach the highest level.

"I discovered that people themselves can cultivate their own "Qi"."

Oakes first taught Xu Xialing the way of weaving fog, but Xiao En and Yingnan were also listening.

His analysis of the dragon power passed down from generation to generation by Tarot was something Yingnan had never thought about before, so even though she herself is the top practitioner of dragon power in the village, she listened very seriously.

"But it is more difficult than practicing the power of the dragon. It is almost impossible to start from scratch without a foundation.

And if you have learned the power of the dragon, you can gradually change the nature of your power. "

A mass of emerald-colored mist energy appeared in Oakes' hand, which was the "Mistweaving Way" he developed by using its water control attribute after changing the nature of his dragon power.

This power appears to duplicate its own healing spell, but is actually different.

The healing power of nature spells is to impart the vitality of all things in nature to the recipient, allowing them to recover from their injuries.

However, the healing power of the Mist Weaving Way has one more step.

"Cultivate yourself, and the "Qi" full of life force is given to the subject in the form of mist to help him recover from the injury. This is the principle of the way of weaving fog to heal the injury."

The mist in Oakes' hands changed, and the three of Xia Ling could clearly feel that it was different from their own dragon power.

"The power of life contained in qi comes from the caster's own refining of external energy, including the food eaten, the breathing and exhalation of communicating with nature, etc., so remember not to overuse it——

Unless you're ready to sacrifice your life. "

He doesn't have this problem himself, and he can use the power of nature to expand the scale of the fog weaving.

But unless other people can also be in harmony with nature to this extent, they will be limited by the scale of their own "Qi".

But that's enough.

This is a whole new way of healing.

The most important thing is that once the fog-weaving energy is successfully cultivated, it means that the practitioner has his own extraordinary power.

At this time, if you continue to use the power of the dragon, its power will bless the way of weaving the fog, and if you don't use it, even if the dragon personally takes action, it will not be able to deprive you of this power.

"The qi cultivated by the Way of Weaving Mist not only has the power of healing, but also can make the subject's spirit uplifted, clear-headed, and at the same time have a certain recovery of physical strength and defense effect.

Used for attacking, even if the combat power is not as good as the pure power of the dragon, it is also extraordinary.

If you have enough qi, as long as you don't get fatal injuries, it's basically hard to die. "

Oakes' description of Qi made Xia Ling secretly clenched his fists:

"If my mother had this kind of strength in the first place, nothing would happen."

"However, this power also has some side effects."

Oakes saw the incredible expressions on everyone's faces, touched his nose, and poured cold water on them.

"Is the combat power not strong? This is far from a problem!"

Sean looked at his sister enviously, and scratched his head:

"If Xia Ling heals my injuries, I'm afraid my combat effectiveness can be greatly improved!"

"So brother, you are not suitable for practicing the way of weaving fog."

Xia Ling rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and patted his brother's forehead helplessly:

"President Lin... No, didn't you understand the essence of the power of the fog-weaving method that the teacher explained? The source of your own Qi."

She raised her chin slightly, with a dignified look:

"The side effect should be that you become especially able to eat... But teacher, you probably worry too much. What girl doesn't want the ability to eat more and not get fat?"

"That's true... I've overlooked this point, just as long as you're happy."

Oaks has no objection to Xu Xialing calling him "teacher", and this side effect is indeed a lot of people crying and wanting it...

Sean shook his head with a wry smile, but then laughed happily——

He couldn't believe it, was this the sister who killed him when they met before?

However, it is undoubtedly the best thing for my sister to be able to untangle her heart.

...

In the tense preparations of Tarot Village, time flew by.

At the dawn of the Ching Ming Festival, the water vortex portal in the Tarot Secret Realm reappeared in the cave, and the Ten Ring Gang's convoy drove in continuously.

However, what they faced was the Tarot villagers who were fully armed and ready to fight.

The leaders were surprisingly two young people, Xu Xiaoen and Xu Xialing.

On the other hand, Xu Wenwu, on the other hand, completely lost the kind smile he always kept outside.

"You've let me down again, Sean."

He took out a piece of paper, which was the letter Xiao En wrote to him before he left.

"Shhh..."

He looked at his resolute son with a blank face, and slowly tore the letter paper in his hand to pieces:

"Boy, I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice, and it is not your turn to teach me what to do and what not to do."

"Dad, you were deceived by the Soul Eater! Tarot has encountered such a situation in the past!"

Sean took a deep breath. With the help of his aunt, he has learned the power of the dragon, and he is no longer afraid of his father.

But when his eyes turned to the ten rings on the opponent's arm, his eyes became complicated:

"Your ten rings are the reason why the monster tempted you to come here, do you remember that you said that when your mother was killed, your memory was blurred?

That monster has already affected you at that time, it is the enemy of our family! "

"Oh? In other words, has Tarot used such indecent methods in the past to imprison the souls of his people?"

Xu Wenwu frowned, but then he heard the voice of "wife":

"Save me! Get me out quickly!"

So his eyes were slightly in a trance, and he immediately became firm again:

"I recognize my wife's voice."

"She's my sister and I miss her as much as you do."

Yingnan, who was wearing a battle robe and holding a long stick, said solemnly:

"But it's wrong to commemorate her in this way, Tarot didn't, and won't do what that monster told you—

Our history has written that the monsters behind the door have existed for thousands of years, and that's true! "

"Different road non-phase plan."

Xu Wenwu shook his head, his eyes became solemn:

"Say it one last time, let me pass!"

"I can't do it!"

"Knew it……"

Xu Wenwu tilted his head and ordered decisively:

"Destroy this place!"

The battle begins.

With enough time to prepare, Xu Wenwu brought in a large number of members of the Ten Rings Gang, and many heavy weapons were also prepared.

But everyone in the Tarot uses supernatural dragon scale equipment, and almost everyone has the power to practice even if it is only able to drive dragon scale weapons.

This is a battle between modern combat legions and fantasy gatekeepers.

In the first wave of offense and defense, both sides suffered injuries.

But the Ten Rings Corps was shocked to find that with the bursts of emerald fog and the sound of water waves, the Tarot villagers who were knocked down or injured suddenly stood up again and joined the battle again!

"What's this!"

Xu Wenwu, who knocked Sean down with a few punches, looked in shock at the mist in his daughter's hands, and the three young Tarot women behind her who also held the mist, but on a much smaller scale:

"When did Tarot have this ability!"

Isn't this kind of healing ability unique to the Druid of the Rende Society?

Although it looks different, but his wife never told him that Tarot still has the inheritance of healing spells!

"You will grow up here?!"

Xu Wenwu looked at his son who got up with an ugly expression:

"Although I am very grateful to him for keeping you from spending these years wandering in a foreign country, he should not interfere in my family affairs——

Where is he? "

"If the president wants to intervene, you have no chance to come to Tarot!"

Sean wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and resumed his attacking posture:

"The president said at the beginning that we need to have a good talk... Since words can't make sense, we can only use fists, right?"

"……well said."

Xu Wenwu raised his eyebrows. The two sides fighting together seemed to have tacitly avoided their father and son, but he glanced at the village in front of him, ignored his son's challenge, and walked straight over:

"Whether it's Tarot or the confidence given to you by your president, daring to take the initiative to challenge me is a huge step forward for you."

He walked slowly to the ancestral hall, put incense on the portrait of his wife enshrined in the center, turned again to look at his son who followed, and nodded:

"Let me see how much progress you have made during this time."

"boom!"

The ten rings flooded with azure plasma, and smashed fiercely with Xiao En's dragon scale staff!

But as Xu Wenwu said, his more than a thousand years of combat experience is not something Xu Xiaoen, a young man who has just grown up, can contend against with his incomplete dragon power.

After several punches, Xu Wenwu perfectly interpreted the truth of "your father is your father" and beat Xiao En to the ground.

"When they found her, you just stood by and watched, without doing anything, just standing by the window and watching her die!"

"boom--!"

The ten rings erupted with brilliant light, and Xu Wenwu's fists slammed into the chest of Xiao En, who had just got up, with unparalleled strength, sending him flying out of the hall and onto the shore.

"Now, you finally have the courage to use the power she taught you, but against your father!"