trick revival

Chapter 14 Doubles
Inside the library.

"Okay, teacher."

With a kind smile on his face, Zuo Dao made his fastest hand.

Just as the paper sword was about to cut off Cheng Quan's neck, the opponent's figure suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in the distance.

Space is distorted.

At the same time, gray mist gradually filled the library from the ground.

"Student Zuo, what does this mean?" Cheng Quan asked with a smile. At this time, his corpse spots appeared, even ordinary eyes could spot them.

"Teacher has something dirty on his body, I want to clean it up for you." Zuo Dao also said with a smile.

It would be fine if Cheng Quan was an ordinary person laughing, there are people who love to laugh.

But from the perspective of spiritual vision, a person who has behaved badly to him, and has a stench and corpse spots all over his body, although he has the characteristics of a living person, does not look like a serious "person" facing him laugh.

To be honest, whoever sees whoever responds, and heresy is nothing more than the same.

If you want to laugh, I will laugh with you.

And the current situation is gradually going out of control.

The ability to distort space is here in this world, and I have experienced it once, or a person.

That is the unknown host of the Mist Ritual.

In other words, it was no surprise that the other party was also here.

Again, put the tentacles of Miyi here.

Previously, because the heretics were the passive participants in this incident, he often consulted Chen Jiu of the Bureau of General Affairs about the characteristics of the "ceremony". The unique feature is that once the ritual is completed, it is bound to the ritual performer.

When it needs to be performed, you only need to find the activation conditions, and the ceremony will be activated. Over the years, the Bureau of General Affairs has analyzed that this ritual with the characteristics of fog is a ritual that requires the person to be nearby or have a specific medium to perform at a certain distance. In terms of weirdness In terms of nature, it is not terrible, but what ability it has still needs to be analyzed.

Therefore, when the mist filled the ground, he was sure that he had run into the combination of these two people again, but the question is... Didn't the other party's previous words break up?
Zuodao thought about it, thinking of the other party's previous conversation at his home, and Cheng Quan's current state, he had some guesses in his heart.

The scene was now in a standoff.

Zuo Dao chose to defend because he is an ordinary person. Although his physical fitness is not so bad that he would be panting after running a few steps, it is not much better.

At the same time, the former master's emotional remnants have reacted violently since he saw Cheng Quan. If at a certain moment during the battle, he is accidentally affected by the emotional remnants of a certain body movement, if he falls on the flat ground, it will be a lot of fun. .

Afraid of this reason, so he did not take the initiative to attack, or play any tricks.

But Cheng Quan's side is very strange. In the case of the opponent's obvious "home field advantage", Cheng Quan did not take the initiative to attack, but just stood there with a smile, and his corpse spots became more and more dense, which made people feel physically uncomfortable. discomfort.

At this time, the space behind Zuo Dao twisted for a while, and a stream of mist turned into a sharp arrow and stabbed straight at him.

Just when he was about to pierce through him, Zuo Dao dodged and dodged, and the sharp sword dissipated in the air immediately after failing to achieve its goal.

"Mist can attack directly"

Zuodao thought to himself after avoiding a blow by relying on the full-angle observation provided by the paper spirit in his body.

The opponent did not show this ability before, and if the opponent used this method on Huaiyang Road at that time, it would undoubtedly be very troublesome.

"So, the hidden person is still a bully?"

One blow failed, and the people behind the mist seemed to have fallen into a brief silence. Immediately, Zuo Dao noticed that the surrounding space was twisting everywhere, and the number of hair-numbing gray mist arrows protruded out of it, and quickly moved towards Zuo Dao. Shoot, the other party seems to want to solve himself quickly.

Seeing this situation, Zuo Dao didn't dare to hesitate, he blocked the nearest sharp arrow with a paper sword in one hand, and at the same time dodged quickly, even so, his clothes and pants were inevitably cut several times.

Avoiding the gap, he took out a small bottle containing crystal particles from his left pocket, and glanced at Cheng Quan.

He tilted the bottle cap, waved the hand holding the bottle, and thought quickly.

"Divine dust is the boundary, and ominousness is far away."

The crystallized spiritual paper swaying in the air flashed with light, and an unknown gale swirled around the left path.

The light cyan mask formed to protect the left path at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this time, the sharp arrow hit the left path again, and only a little ripple appeared.

The color of the mask gradually became solid, and Zuo Dao looked out of the mask with an unknown mocking gaze until the figure was completely blocked.

In the perception of the behind-the-scenes, the current Zuo Dao seems to have been erased under the mask, and he can no longer capture what he is doing inside. This feeling of being out of control seems to make the people behind the scenes very disturbed. Gray mist emerged in the library, screaming, and an unnamed sharp object formed, hitting towards the mask.

For a moment, the mask rippled everywhere, but it was as solid as gold.

On Cheng Quan's side, the corpse spots were already dense enough to make one's hair stand on end at a glance.

He is still smiling.

It seems to be smiling.

Also like laughing at it all.

At this time, the dense fog ritualist saw the god-dust enchantment temporarily unable to do anything about it. He seemed to have sensed something, and his offensive was temporarily slowed down. The dense fog in the library was like a living body, swarming to the bottom of Cheng Quan's feet. It began to hover, gradually climbed, and penetrated wildly.

In the end, the dense fog in the library gathered around Cheng Quan, like a drowned person in the room of a capsized ship, gradually being submerged by sea water above his head.

Just when the mist climbed onto Cheng Quan's neck, his eyes moved, and a painful expression emerged, as if he was resisting the attack.

"What right do you have to disobey me?"

Suddenly, words with indistinguishable voice characteristics came from nowhere in the silent library.

Cheng Quan's eyes, who had lost his smile, were obviously more active at this moment. The thick gray fog was stuck in his throat. They tried to go up and completely submerge Cheng Quan, but were blocked by Cheng Quan's unknown power.

"Heh, why did you violate it? You just didn't feel good about me from the beginning to the end." Cheng Quan said with difficulty.

The host hidden behind the scenes seemed too lazy to answer Cheng Quan, and didn't want to say more here, and even more vigorously manipulated the fog to erode Cheng Quan.

At this moment, the corpse spots on Cheng Quan's face seemed to come alive, and suddenly turned into countless silk threads twisting under his skin to form strange patterns, and then the thick fog that was already approaching his jaw was suppressed by it, and once reached His chest area!

Suddenly, the black lines under Cheng Quan's skin broke open his skin, and countless black lines protruded out of the surrounding like tentacles, and finally reached around the blue mask where Zuo Dao was. It's dark all of a sudden, it's bright all of a sudden.

Cheng Quan looked at the mask with a clear expression at this time, and said quickly:
"His ritual, which interferes with reality, needs to be performed nearby, or integrated into other people's ritual as a medium, so that it can be carried out locally. Secondly, it can intercept other people's images and become puppets. There are not many attack methods.

"Killing others in the ritual will turn them into a puppet of the ritual carrier, which will be more capable. He only has one ritual now, but soon I will be his real puppet. He has been trying to erode and manipulate me. If he succeeds, There will be a second ritual.

"My ritual. Sacrificing other people's lives into a ritual, without the ability to interfere with reality, the dead will become puppets, hiding corpse plaques, the more corpse plaques, the stronger the power, and the corpse plaques will become the current silk threads. The wounded will be infected until it becomes a new source of infection when it eats away at the whole body.

"My ritual breaking points, dig out my heart, and burn it with spiritual materials, otherwise I will not die no matter how heavy the damage is.

"The breaking point of his ritual is for those who have entered his ritual to find out his real name, and then when entering his ritual, write his name through spiritual materials and burn it in the ritual, so that it can be broken. His name is— —”

Suddenly, Cheng Quan's words stopped, and the silk tentacles protruding from Cheng Quan's skin froze and fell to the ground powerlessly.

Cheng Quan protruded a thick fog spear from his mouth, preventing him from speaking critically.

The tip of the gun is full of skin tissue and black blood, vividly.

The surrounding space also stabilized, filled with fog.

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