Chapter 520 Comprehension of the Double Magic Ability of Misty Fog
Zuo Wuzhou, dressed in black, always stood on the edge of the cliff, like a sculptured fossil. Until the three days of morning light shone down.
Zuo Wuzhou's gaze began to waver slightly as he looked towards this place.
The mountains are undulating, covered with white snow, and covered with mist. The vast fog, condensed dew and white frost, cover everything unconsciously.
Watching each detailed process of the birth of the fog, Zuo Wuzhou thought deeply and realized: "Water generates fog. Fog generates water again, forming a cycle of its own, which is why this sea of fog is created."
Tianjun Sect's Hushan Sect's fog sea is opened and closed once a day or several days. Once it is opened, the fog rises, and once it is closed, the fog disperses. Therefore, this huge fog is created.
Over the past few days, observing the rise and fall of the fog sea in the Tianjun Sect, Zuo Wudan felt: "I have two methods available. One is the small fog technique" and the other is the small mist technique.
It seems that these two small magical arts are similar in that they both use clouds and mist to achieve magical powers. However, in fact, the two are quite different.
The main effect of "Little Mist Technique" is "confusion". Once you enter this magical power, you will have the feeling of "you don't know where you are in the depths of the clouds". It is as if your ears and eyes are blocked, and your spiritual thoughts are locked.
The first level of "Little Mist Cloak Technique" is "Phi," covering the stars and the moon. As the name suggests, "Little Mist Cloak Technique" is to wrap up the clouds and mists in the sky and move at high speed, blocking spiritual thoughts and making it completely impossible to capture and lock on.
The two magical powers each have their own great miraculous qualities.
Zuo Wuzhou devoted himself to enlightenment for several days and gained some insights. However, there was still only a glimmer of insight missing: "I don't know what is missing."
Holding his breath and not moving, Zuo Wuzhou raised his head slightly and whispered: "Jun Wang, can you turn this sea of fog on and off again a few times?"
"good!"
Re-watching the wonderful process of clouds arising and mist extinguishing, switching on and off again and again, made Zuo Wuzhou thoughtful.
The insights gained bit by bit, condensed in my heart like a drop of water piercing through stone: "Water is the foundation of fog, and fire and water form fog. The sun spreads across the sky, and then locks the fog, teaching the clouds and fog to never be extinguished or dispersed."
Enlightenment is sometimes a moment of inspiration. Enlightenment is sometimes an explosion of insight that gathers sand into a tower and drips water through stone.
This is not the first time Zuo Wuzhou has comprehended supernatural powers. He has comprehended it day by day for decades, and the insights he has accumulated over time are brewing in his heart, just like a kind of energy brewing and bursting out.
"Observe that clouds are born and waves are extinguished, clouds are born and waves are extinguished, just like a lamp is extinguished after a person dies.
Zuo Wuzhou was so obsessed that he recited it silently in his heart over and over again. It was as if a lot of insights were filling his chest, only missing a channel to lead out.
I forget my emotions and indulge in the perception of the world, and I only feel that all things are so beautiful and moving, so real and vivid: "Whether the clouds are born and the waves are extinguished, or the people die and the lights are extinguished, it is just the law of heaven and earth, the way of nature."
The art of supernatural power comes from the heavens. The soul is the strongest in an individual. The heavens are in harmony with the nature of heaven and earth. With a thought, all things are naturally under control. With a thought, a volcano erupts, and with a thought, a hurricane roars.
The original is also ordinary.
This is the method of raising hands and feet in the heavens. Later, it was imitated by the soul monks, and it was gradually passed down. It became its own supernatural power technique. According to the level of controlling the natural power of heaven and earth, it was divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.
Zuo Wuzhou fell into the smiling natural world: "There are three levels of magical power. The lower level is the manipulation of natural great energy. The upper level is the self-generation of natural great energy."
"I am a Martial Saint, not a Taihun Shenhun. I don't have to think about the way to sprout the laws of nature." The way to sprout the laws of nature by oneself is something that even the powerful Yuanhun cannot do.
"I don't have to think too far. I just need to act like this!"
Zuo Wuzhou seemed to be exuding a layer of indifference. He smiled and raised his fingers, looking like a god or a Buddha.
The misty fog suddenly glowed at the flick of a finger, covering the sky and the sun, and engulfed Zuo Wuzhou in the sea of fog.
Zuo Wuzhou suddenly raised his head, filled with boundless joy: "This is it."
"Assassin, Senior Lian, follow me!"
As soon as he turned around, Zuo Wuzhou turned into a stream of light and threw himself outside the Tianjun Sect.
It is far away from Tianjun Sect.
Although it was freezing cold, drops of cold sweat penetrated the assassin's neck, as if his neck was about to become stiff: "Where is the person? Where is the person?"
No wonder the assassin felt frightened. At this time, he was suddenly in a thick sea of fog. This sea of fog seemed to have a natural limit, making it even difficult for his soul (spiritual thoughts) to penetrate.
The assassin's soul can only penetrate a distance of five feet. Once it exceeds five feet, it can hardly sense anything anymore.
Not to mention where Zuo Wuzhou was hiding in the fog. Even the terrain of this place was completely unknown to the assassin.
As an assassin, he is naturally afraid of such a situation, which means that everything is beyond his control. However, the assassin swallowed his saliva and released his greed: "If I can understand, this is simply perfect for an assassin.
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A premonition of danger arose, and the assassin turned around in awe: "No, this is a mountain!"
There was no time to turn around, nor could he fully adapt to this environment. The assassin hit his head on the mountain wall in an extremely tragic manner. Well, it hung on the mountain wall like a mural. It seems that the soul monk is sometimes too fast, and it may not be
Good thing.
I have to admit that there are roots in the fact that many martial saints like to fight in the sky. At least there are no mountains in the sky waiting for you to hit them.
Zuo Wuzhou couldn't help laughing at the scene where the assassin hit the mountain with his spiritual sense. He hadn't been so brisk in a long time.
The "Small Mist Technique" is very similar to the Forbidden Sea of Mist in the No. 2 True Soul Realm, which can restrict the spiritual thoughts of others. Once the enemy breaks into it, it will be equivalent to destroying the eyes and ears.
Zuo Wuzhou was not affected at all. The contrast between this coming and going was too great.
If the enemy is lured into fighting, the enemy's first husband will
However, the "Small Mist Technique" has a shortcoming, that is, it cannot move, and the sea of fog formed is far from large enough to form an absolute lock. The sea of fog only has a radius of five miles. Once the enemy suffers a loss in the fog, he can escape at any time.
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With a wave of his hand, Zuo Wuzhou removed the "Little Mist Technique" and thought for a moment: "Assassin, come again."
After the "Small Fog Technique" was cast, a fifty-meter radius centered on Zuo Wuzhou was suddenly filled with thick black fog. It moved at high speed as Zuo Wuzhou moved.
Lian Canghai's expression remained unchanged, but he was greatly shocked: "He actually realized two magical powers at once!"
The assassin was dumbfounded and his face was ashen. There was something magical about the "Little Mist Cloaking Technique", and the assassin was completely unable to discern Zuo Wudan's true position in the black mist.
Not being able to pinpoint the enemy's true and detailed position is simply a disaster. You know, even domain attacks have a focus. This means that if you attack with 100% of your strength, you have to waste some soul power in vain.
It should be noted that soul power is the foundation of all soul monks.
Even a super saint cannot afford to waste it in battle. But once you encounter the "small mist technique", it is basically equivalent to wasting some soul power before fighting, which is definitely a disaster.
Just like the persistence and pride of every strong man.
Although Zuo Wuzhou saved the assassin, the assassin actually didn't have much loyalty and awe. Frankly speaking, it is indeed impossible to ask a super saint to obey and be loyal to a martial saint.
The assassin was somewhat grateful to Zuo Wudan, but he didn't take it seriously. If Zuo Wuzhou hadn't controlled the assassin's life soul, he would have routinely taught the assassin to experience the extreme pain of having his life soul controlled.
If Zuo Wudan didn't have Lian Canghai and other strong men around him, the assassin would never have obeyed. It has nothing to do with gratitude, it's purely the arrogance of the strong.
Even if he obeyed Zuo Wuzhou, the assassin felt deeply disapproving and even always wanted to escape from control. This is human nature.
The days when the assassin was resurrected were too short, and his understanding of Zuo Wuzhou was too shallow. It was only then that the assassin realized that Zuo Wuzhou had the ability to kill him at any time. Only then did the assassin truly feel an unspeakable fear and awe.
Thinking of the little information he had learned in the past few days when he was resurrected, the assassin felt chills: "A hundred-year-old martial saint has mastered two magical arts, even comparable to a super saint. This is simply unbelievable.
It takes time to bring the assassin back to his full heart. However, from this moment on, a good start has been made.
Zuo Wuzhou didn't care at all about the assassin's psychological changes.
As he said in the past, he doesn't care whether Tai Sui and others are loyal, he only needs to obey. His laid-back attitude and strength affect everyone around him. From the initial disobedience and resistance, it gradually turns into acquiescence, and then returns to his heart.
The assassin is not the first. Nor will he be the last.
In fact, Zuo Wuzhou was somewhat disappointed after the assassin captured Dongchou's body. The assassin Kongzi inherited Dongchou's body and soul. He himself was trapped in the Nine Nether Prison for tens of thousands of years, nourishing the soul of life.
He possesses a life soul that is comparable to that of a super saint.
However, after the assassin took the body, he was not a true super saint. Just like when the Yaksha took the body, he had the soul and life soul of the super saint, but he did not have the realm of the super saint.
The goal of becoming a soul and above is to establish oneself and become a god. Assassins must go through the process of transforming from humans to gods all over again.
The Assassin is an incomplete Super Saint. Fortunately, he is already a Domain Martial Saint, and his impact on combat power is very slight. He is only a hair away from becoming a true Super Saint. He may break through at any time.
Zuo Wuzhou put away the "Little Mist Cloaking Technique" again and fell down. He couldn't hold back his joy and regret: "Senior Lian, what do you think?"
Lian Canghai smiled: "That's very good. These two magical powers will be of great help to you. As long as you don't encounter someone whose soul is stronger than yours, they will probably be difficult to break.
Zuo Wuzhou's jaw, Lian Canghai's soul is extremely powerful. In the previous drill, the soul broke through the "small fog technique" and was able to lock on him through the "small fog technique".
"Little Mist Technique" can be said to be a weapon in combat, but it also has a regret, that is, each time it is used, it can only last for about ten breaths. It is not like "Little Mist Technique." It can last for a cup of tea.
Lian Canghai smiled again and said: "With the strength of your soul, in the next three days, perhaps only the Super Saint Superior can compare with it. Almost no one has an overwhelming advantage over the soul against the soul."
What Lian Canghai did not say was that if Zuo Wuzhou became a super saint, no one would be able to suppress Zuo Wuzhou's soul except the powerful Taihun.
What suddenly appeared was Wang Dong, Master and Disciple Mao Xiaoan, and a stranger.
"That's not right." Zuo Wuzhou greeted him with a smile, his perception was real. He was surprised: "Wang Dong and this stranger are actually Martial Saints?"
Wang Dong came over and when he saw Zuo Wuzhou, he first saluted: "I've seen Zuo Wusheng."
Zuo Wudan lowered his head and looked away. Mao Xiaoan stood next to Wang Dong uneasily and cautiously, seeming to hesitate to speak. His face turned red from holding back.
Zuo Wuzhou was speechless: "Brother Mao, there's no need to be formal. You and I can just interact with each other as before.
"That's great." Mao Xiao'an jumped up excitedly: "Master, Master, uncle, you see, I say that Brother Zuo is definitely not the kind of person to put on airs."
Wang Dong and the stranger looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but there was a sense of excitement.
After exchanging a few words and walking along the river, Zuo Wuzhou asked in surprise why Master Wang Dong and his disciples had not left.
Wang Dong and his junior brother obviously knew how powerful Zuo Wuzhou was now, and the respect in their expressions was not false at all. On the contrary, Mao Xiaoan didn't take it seriously, and kept asking questions affectionately and excitedly.
Seeing these people who were about to speak but hesitated, Zuo Wudan suddenly realized: "If you have something to do, you might as well speak the truth
The divine cooking is changing, the ancient feet are fixed. Bow deeply! "Zuo Wu Cha. In fact, my real name is Bei Gannum, and I am not Wang Dong."
"My original surname is Lei, and my given name is Dong!, Xiao
"Thunder?"
A feeling of déjà vu came to mind. Zuo Wuzi recited it silently several times in his mind, and then his heart moved: "The thunder of Qingshan Sect!"
"It turns out that our Qingshan Sect has not been forgotten." Lei Dong's loss made people sad: "It's me!"
In the depths of his memory, Zuo Wudan unearthed the past. Gongqiu was chased by Yuan Yigu, and when Gongqiu was about to die, he asked about the previous commission of the Yankong Sacred Artifact.
Zuo Wuzhou let out a long breath and thought: "Unexpectedly, I have always wanted to complete this commission. I handed the Yankong Sacred Artifact to the Qingshan Sect, but I never came across it."
This is truly a matter of trying hard to find a place. It takes no effort at all.
After calming down and turning around, Zuo Wuzhou looked at the stranger: "Then you are, Wen Ruyu? It just so happened that when the Qingshan Sect's tribute ball was chased by Yuan Yigu, you entrusted me to return the Qingshan Sect's Yankong Sacred Artifact to you."
"Tribute Ball, Yankong Sacred Artifact." Old Lei Dong burst into tears, roaring with a ferocious face. He restrained his hatred and bowed to take the Yankong Sacred Artifact: "Thank you so much, Zuo Martial Saint! Unexpectedly, Zuo Martial Saint and I
Qingshan Sect still has this opportunity."
In front of one person in the world, Lei Dong did not dare to be negligent and said in a deep voice: "I heard that Zuo Wusheng had a deep hatred with Yuan Yigu, so I beg Zuo Wusheng."
Zuo Wuzhou stood still. Lei Dong gritted his teeth and said, "I beg Zuo Wusheng to inform me about the matters related to Yuanyi Valley. Let us avenge the Qingshan Sect's annihilation of the sect!" Xiao
Hatred can last for ten years or a thousand years. Is it possible to like someone?
Zuo Wuzhou suddenly felt something. Looking back at the sea of love, he already had the answer: "Okay!"
While talking to Lei Dong and the others.
While walking slowly, Zuo Wuzhou looked at Lei Dong and Wen Ruyu, whose eyes were red, and sighed secretly.
Yuanyi Valley is a secretive existence. Those who are not from Jiutian Sect and Thirty-three Earth Sects do not even know about the existence of Yuanyi Valley. No wonder Lei Dong and Wen Ruyu know very little about Yuanyi Valley.
When the Qingshan Sect was wiped out, there were not many people left. Let alone Lei Dong and the other two, the entire Qingshan Sect together, or even ten Qingshan Sects, would definitely not be Yuan Yigu's rival.
It is almost inevitable that there is no hope for revenge between Lei Dong and the two of them.
After listening to Lei Dong and the other two, their hearts have fallen into the bottomless abyss. There are two other super saints in Yuanyi Valley. The Eight Divine Parts and even the Super Saint Medium Vehicle. Although they don't know what the Super Saint Medium Vehicle is, they can still detect it, and they must be extremely
horrible.
Seeing that their faces were ashen, Zuo Wuzhou shook his head and looked at the silent and bewildered Mao An and said boldly: "That's all, I will have a decisive battle with Yuan Yigu sooner or later. Then you can just follow me."
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Lei Dong and Wen Ruyu took a deep breath, holding back the grief in their hearts, and actually turned over and knelt down: "If Zuo Wusheng helps my Qingshan Sect to take revenge, I am willing to serve Zuo Wusheng."
"The man has gold under his knees, get up." Zuo Wuzhou was speechless.
Strolling back outside the Tianjun Sect, a figure's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Zuo Wuzhou. He hurriedly flew over and said, "Brother Lin!"
"Mu Wusheng. Why are you here?" Zuo Wuzhou was surprised.
Mu Wu Sheng has been staying here for several days. He has been uneasy and unable to make a decision.
At this time, he finally made up his mind and said resolutely: "Brother Zuo, why are you still enjoying yourself here? Yuan Yigu has laid a huge trap for you."
Xuanqi Dharma Soul Realm.
Beside the river, the damp and cold air makes people extremely uncomfortable. A group of people have gathered here for some time.
"Old God has told me. This matter must be accomplished, and no mistakes can be made." Shen Kuo said in a deep voice.
Someone asked in a low voice: "Then why don't we see Shen Lao and Yu Chaosheng coming? It would be good to have any one come."
Shen Kuo did not dare to answer, and was unable to answer. Chuan BuBai's defeat was clearly seen by someone in Riyuan Yigu. Although Chuan BuBai was besieged and defeated, Zuo Wudan was actually the culprit.
Zuo Wuzhou was surrounded by martial saints from three major domains and a super saint, so he couldn't hide it from Yuan Yigu.
Chuan Bubai is a super holy medium, and Shenbabu is also a super holy medium. Chuanbubai was defeated and almost defeated. How could Shenbabu and Yu Bo dare to take risks rashly? Shenbabu might dare to act alone, but Yu Lei
Absolutely not.
If Yu Bo is acting alone, if he is hit by Zuo Wuzhou, he will almost certainly die.
It actually forced the two super saints not to act separately. This kind of pressure was enough to make Zuo Wuzhou proud.
A person's name, the shadow of a tree. Zuo Wuzhou's pressure on Yuan Yigu is increasing day by day. Sixty years ago, who would have thought that Zuo Wuzhou, who was still Wu Yu at the time, could push Yuan Yigu to this point.
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Shen Kuo was horrified: "Old Shen told me. This time, I swear to kill Zuo Wuzhou."
How many years is this, not to mention sixty years ago? Just a few years ago, Zuo Wuzhou was definitely not the enemy of the super saint. But now, in just a few years, he has grown into a person who can kill the super saint.
The horror exists.
If Zuo Wuzhou was given a few more years, or even decades.
Who else in the world can control it!
The decision of the Shenbabu couldn't be more decisive or correct. Since you want to kill, then use all your strength to hunt and kill it.
With the existence of a majestic super saint, almost invincible, such a decision was made. It can only be said that the pressure Zuo Wuzhou put on Yuan Yigu was too great, and it really drove Yuan Yigu to despair.
If you don't move, that's it. If you move, use all your strength. Make a thunderous strike.
Yuanyi Valley has mobilized almost everyone this time, gathering three super saints and more than twenty martial saints, vowing to eliminate Zuo Wuzhou.
Shen Kuo suppressed his uneasy thoughts and screamed: "Let's go to Zuo's house!"