The legendary Seven Tail Sky Fox bloodline wasn't good at strength. Only in terms of agility, it was okay.
However, his talent was one of the best among all the Demon Clans. The reason was because of its illusionary talent. As long as one had the Sky Fox bloodline, if one was a spirit master, they were naturally good at illusionary techniques. If one was a martial cultivator, their ability in this area would be really outstanding.
Recalling the Indefinite Spirit Emperor Art in his memory as well as the set of fist techniques, the Indefinite Killing Fist.
With the martial path experience of his last life, Zong Shou only needed to comprehend the patterns and incantations before he grasped a portion of the mysteries of this fist.
Punching out, instantly one could see many fist images appear in front of him, ethereal and unfathomable.
"What a good fist technique!"
Zong Shou's eyes lit up according to the memory of this body. This Indefinite Spirit Emperor Art and Indefinite Killing Fist were self-created martial arts by Zong Weiran.
At this moment, although Zong Shou only had a rough idea of it, he knew that this cultivation method could enter the grade 6 level. Its potential was limitless, and there was still the possibility of it rising. Along with the talent of the Sky Fox race, Power was even stronger and indiscernible.
From this, one could see that Zong Weiran's martial path had reached an extremely high level.
Unfortunately, he wasn't good at fist techniques and didn't study the path of illusionary martial arts.
However, with his martial path achievements in his last life, after comprehending this Indefinite Killing Fist, creating an illusionary sword technique was an extremely simple matter.
After testing his physical techniques, Zong Shou started to test his spiritual techniques.
At the Spirit Observing Realm, one could use some low-grade spells with lower strength. Although he didn't cultivate spiritual energy in his last life, he was at the grandmaster level of talismans.
At this moment, he casually summoned it, just one hand gesture and a ball of illusionary mist spread throughout the carriage.
"If I have the help of this technique, no one below a 9 meridian Mythic Master can block my Indefinite Killing Fist! However, in the eyes of those Xiantian Masters, it is just child's play! "
After waiting for 15 minutes for the mist to dissipate, Zong Shou's hand signs changed once more. Then, two illusionary images appeared around him. It was very lifelike, but its face was a little stiff.
Zong Shou looked around and then his brows furrowed. It wasn't that the Illusionary Body Technique was weak. Even though their expressions and movements were somewhat fake, once they were in the midst of battle, how many people would be able to accurately distinguish between them in the blink of an eye?
On the contrary, the effect was much better than he had expected.
"That's not right. Power seems to be much stronger than the other Spirit Masters when I use these Illusion Dao Arts? And it was at least twice as much! Why was that? I remember that I don't have any spiritual weapons on me. Could it be that the Seven-tailed Fox Bloodline is really that powerful? "
Zong Shou only muttered to himself for a while before he decisively sat down cross-legged. He calmed his mind and entered meditation.
Although there were some people with abnormal bloodlines in the Demon Race, even a Divine Beast bloodline like the Seven-Tailed Heavenly Fox could not surpass it by much.
There should be another reason for his current situation.
His consciousness entered his Soul Power Sea and observed carefully. A moment later, Zong Shou knew the reason.
Only to see that the spiritual energy spouting out from the depths of the whirlpool had increased by a full 50%.
"Weird. My soul source seems to have grown by close to 50%. Is this because of merging with that little fellow's soul? "
The increase of his soul source was not much to him who had the Heaven Swallowing Energy Conversion Technique. However, the increase in Spiritual Cultivation Power was enough to make those Spirit Masters jealous to the point of going crazy.
Following which, he felt that there were 2 more spiritual energy sources in his Soul Ocean. Zong Shou split out 2 threads of his consciousness and reached over.
He saw that the source of the spiritual energy was the 2 Fox Tails that were swaying around behind him.
Not only was it absorbing spiritual energy, but it also allowed him to control the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth as he wished.
Zong Shou couldn't help but be enlightened. So the Fox Tails had such an ability and weren't totally useless.
Harmonizing and absorbing spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth was not only beneficial to Soul Power cultivation, but it could also strengthen spells and increase the speed of forming seals and curses.
Other people needed 10 breaths of time to use spells. If it was him, he might only need 9 or close to 8 breaths. Just looking at this little bit of time, it allowed him to have a suppressive advantage over those normal Spirit Masters.
"This body of mine can't cultivate. Who knew that the Soul Power Path of Spirit Masters would have such talent … "
Zong Shou couldn't help but mock himself. Originally, he cultivated spells to suppress and ease the conflict between his Monster and Man bloodlines. However, if he didn't work hard now, it would be a waste of this top talent.
Opening his eyes, Zong Shou took out a jug of wine and 2 cups. After filling it up, he drank one cup himself and poured the other in front of him.
"Here's a toast to you, have a good trip!"
His eyes filled with sadness, Zong Shou silently poured wine once more.
At this moment, apart from him, no one would know that just yesterday, a teen with a cruel fate had silently disappeared from this Heaven and Earth, never to exist again.
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Who knows when, but within the Black Soil Swamp, it started to rain once more.
At a place filled with wolf bones and corpses, a red shirt girl was holding an umbrella, standing gracefully in the rain.
The red embroidered shoes on her feet were half a foot in the air, stepping on air. Her crescent moon-like brows were furrowed, her watery eyes were carefully looking at this place, looking at all traces.
Tens of days had passed, and those dead swamp wolves were only left with a pile of white bones.
A day ago, there was a rainstorm here, washing this place clean. However, in the eyes of the girl, there was still some information that could attract her attention.
"So Lingyun Long Ruo's green flood dragon has advanced. In 20 years, won't it become a dragon? This little fellow's luck is not bad, to have a dragon-shaped protector beast. He is better than the other direct disciples of the same generation … "
However, the place where the girl's eyes stopped at was still that unassuming flat land in the distance.
"It really is sword intent! After 17 days, there is still a thread of sword intent remaining, but it doesn't seem like it. Who was the one who left this behind? Is this person really less than 13 years old, only a martial master? "
In the distance, a person suddenly appeared in the rain. Looking out, it was Zhao Yanran.
She still turned from water to ice as she glided over. The red shirt girl still felt that she was too slow. With a flash, she was 300 feet in front of Zhao Yanran.
Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask, she suddenly saw that on Zhao Yanran's neck there was a black line.
That girl was instantly startled. In the next moment, her body flashed and she was in front of Zhao Yanran. A white hand shot out and grabbed that snow-white neck, lifting her up from the ground.
Zhao Yanran wasn't shocked, only unhappily saying, "Old demon witch, you want to strangle me to death? Why aren't you letting go? "
Before he could finish his sentence, he was knocked on the head. The woman in red said coldly, "Impudent. Call me Martial Aunt!"
However, she didn't have any intentions of letting go, her eyes staring right at that black line on Zhao Yanran's neck.
This was originally a wound, but for some reason, not only did it not heal, but it also rotted, making one feel disgusted. Compared to the skin beside it that was even whiter than snow, it formed a huge contrast.
The red shirt girl looked on for an hour before she heaved a sigh of relief, finally placing Zhao Yanran down.
"This sword intent isn't formed, why didn't you scatter it? With your ability, it shouldn't be hard to do! "
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