The legendary Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox lineage is really not very good at power. It is only in agility, and it is still a thing of the past.

However, his talent is the most outstanding among all demon clans. The reason is that his "illusion" talent, as long as he possesses the blood of a heavenly fox, if he is a spiritual master, he is naturally good at illusion arts. And if he is a martial artist, his abilities in this area are also extremely outstanding.

Recalling the Wuding Spirit Emperor's Technique in my mind and the set of matching boxing techniques, Wuding Killing Fist.

In the martial arts experience in previous lives, Zong Shou had only a little understanding of the pattern formulas and had already mastered some of the mystery of this Undetermined Killing Fist.

As soon as he punched, he immediately saw a huge shadow of fist in front of him, which was floating and uncertain, and it was difficult to measure the reality of the virtuality.

"Good boxing!"

Zong Shou's eyes were slightly brighter, according to the memory of this body. The Wuding Spirit Emperor Art and Wuding Killing Fist were both martial arts created by Zong Weiran.

At this moment, although Zong Shou only looked at the general idea, he could know that this skill can reach the level of the sixth level unique skill. Moreover, his potential is infinite and there is still a possibility of rising. Combined with the talent of the Tianhu clan, his power is even more unpredictable.

From this we can see that the martial arts of the sect Weiran have reached a very high level.

Unfortunately, he is not good at boxing and magical martial arts, and he has not studied much.

However, with his martial arts achievements in his previous life, it is also an extremely simple thing to create a set of magical sword techniques after understanding this Wuding Killing Fist.

After testing the physical skills, Zong Shou began to test the spiritual techniques again.

At the soul-observing realm, some low-level magic can be used. Although he had never practiced soul power and talismans in his previous life, he was at the level of a master.

At this moment, he was summoned by casually, and with just one gesture, a scoop of illusion was brought up, which filled the entire carriage.

"If this technique is helpful, my Wuding Killing Fist is afraid that no one can stop me from the Nine-Meridian Secret Martial Artist! But in the eyes of those innate martial artists, it can only be regarded as a joke!"

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, when the fog dissipated, the spell in Zong Shou's hand changed again, and then two more phantoms appeared around him. They were vivid, but their faces were a little dull.

Zong Shou looked around and then frowned slightly. It wasn't this magical technique that made the mistake. Although his expression and movements were a bit unreal, how many people could accurately distinguish between lightning and flashing in the battle?

On the contrary, this effect was beyond his expectations.

"No, the power of these illusion-based Taoist techniques I used seems to be much stronger than that of other spiritual masters? And it is at least twice as powerful! Why is this? I remember that there are no spiritual weapons on me. Could it be that the bloodline of the seven-tailed Heavenly Fox is so powerful?"

Zong Shou had just pondered for a while, then decisively sat down cross-legged, calmed down, and entered meditation.

Although there are abnormal bloodlines in the demon clan, even a divine beast like the Seven-tailed Heavenly Fox cannot exceed too many.

His situation at this moment should be due to other reasons.

Consciousness entered the sea of ​​soul power and observed it carefully. After about a moment, Zong Shou knew the reason.

I saw that the soul energy gushing out from the depths of the vortex also increased by about 50%.

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

The increase in the source of the soul is considered dispensable to him who possesses the Heaven-Swallowing Yuanhua Dao. However, the increased power of the spiritual magic is enough to make those spiritual masters so jealous that they are crazy.

Then he felt that there were two more sources of spiritual energy in this soul sea. Zong Shou divided two thoughts and followed the clues and looked over.

The source of these spiritual energy was the two fox tails behind him that were shaking around.

Not only is he absorbing spiritual energy, but he also makes his control over the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and is also close to doing whatever he wants.

Zong Shou couldn't help but realize that the fox tail had such ability, and it was not completely useless.

Harmonizing and absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth can not only benefit the soul power practice, but also enhance spiritual methods and increase the speed of holding seals and creating mantras.

A spiritual technique that others need ten breaths to use. If it is for him, it may only take nine breaths or close to eight breaths. Just looking at this little time can give him an overwhelming advantage over ordinary spiritual masters.

"My body cannot be cultivated. Unexpectedly, the soul power of this spiritual master, but accidentally, he has such qualifications-"

Zong Shou couldn't help but laugh at himself. He originally practiced spiritual methods just to suppress and ease the conflict between his body and the bloodlines of the human demons. But if he doesn't work hard now, he will really waste his talent.

Opening his eyes, Zong Shou took out another pot of wine and two wine glasses. After filling it, he drank one cup by himself, but the other cup fell in front of him.

"Give you a cup and you can leave!"

There was a slight sadness in his eyes, and Zong Shou poured wine again silently.

At this moment, no one except him would know. Just yesterday, a young man with a cruel fate disappeared silently in this world and no longer existed.

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At some point, drizzling rain began to fall in the black mud swamp.

At a place covered with wolf bones, a woman in red was standing in the rain with an umbrella.

The red embroidered shoes under her feet were hanging half a foot in the air, and they stepped into the air. The crescent-moon-like black eyebrows were slightly frowning, and the eyes were looking carefully at this place, all the traces.

More than ten days have passed, and the dead swamp wolf were all left with only a pile of bones.

The day before yesterday, there was a heavy rain here, and I washed it. However, in the woman's eyes, there was still some information that could attract her attention.

"The green dragon of Lingyun Longruo has advanced again. In another twenty years, will it not be possible to join the dragon genus? This little guy is lucky enough to have a dragon-shaped protection. He can compare other peers' direct inheritors--"

However, the woman's eyes were still the inconspicuous plain in the distance.

"It's really a sword intent! After a full seventeen days, there was still a trace of sword intent left, and it was seemingly true. Who was this person? Could it be that this person is really less than thirteen, and only at the level of a martial artist?"

A figure suddenly appeared in the rain in the distance. From a distance, it was Zhao Yanran.

It was still water and ice that slid to the point where the woman in red still thought it was too slow, and she flashed to Zhao Yanran's face thirty feet in front of her.

Just as I was about to ask, I suddenly saw a black one between Zhao Yanran's neck.

The woman was immediately slightly shocked, and the next moment, she flashed slightly again and arrived in front of Zhao Yanran. A bare hand popped out, grabbed the snow-white neck, and lifted her up from the ground.

Zhao Yanran was not surprised, but was a little unhappy and said, "Old witch, do you want to strangle me to death? Why don't you let me go?"

Before he finished speaking, a knock was knocked on his head, and the woman in red said coldly: "No big or small, call us uncle!"

But he had no intention of letting go, and his eyes stared at the black line in Zhao Yanran's neck.

This place was originally a scar, but for some reason, not only did it not recover, but it was completely rotten and disgusting. It formed a strong contrast with the skin next to it that was a little whiter than snow.

The woman in red looked at it for half an hour before she let out a long sigh and finally let go of Zhao Yanran.

"This sword intent is far from being formed, so why didn't it be dispelled? With your ability, it should not be difficult to do it!"
Chapter completed!