The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 45 Spells and Spells

Wow.

wow——

Su Zhen heard the sound of waves and wind, close to her ears, mixed with the aroma of earth.

He woke up from his dream and unexpectedly saw a field of colorful flowers. Although the old craftsman's curse allowed small plants to grow, it was still unexpected to see such a gorgeous flower field.

Xu Yan was the owner of this flower field. He watered the flowers and pruned their branches.

Like Grandma Miao, Xu Yan also has many hands.

Xu Yan has very strange hands. The ones he uses to prune flower branches are a pair of crab claws, and the ones he uses to water water are a pair of trunk-shaped gray fingers. In addition, he also has insect-like hands. The tentacles tremble slightly, as if they are detecting the temperature and humidity in the air.

Where is this?
  Su Zhen looked around. Her plain white skirt rolled over the grass and was stained with cold dew.

Seeing his confused look, Feng Hua got used to it, and explained with a chuckle: "Forgot it again? Last night, after you selected the secret book, you said you wanted to leave the tower for a walk, and followed the scent of flowers to get here. This is the flower field planted by Xu Yan's hands. , you said you wanted to reward him for a while, but I couldn’t bear it, so I couldn’t sleep anymore and went to sleep first. I don’t know how long you rewarded me.”

Feng Hua explained it too carefully. Su Zhen thought that she had seen through the two souls sharing one body, but she was considerate enough not to expose it.

"That's it."

Su Zhen responded softly and asked again: "Have I chosen the secret book?"

Feng Hua glanced to his side and said nothing.

It was a roll of bamboo slips. Su Zhen picked it up and brushed off the water marks on it. It was Lu Zhaiyuan's four-character spell.

Is this a choice Yu Yue made for him?
  "Is it possible that my little friend wants to regret it?"

Xu Yan noticed Su Zhen's hesitation and appeared in front of him silently, with a smile on his face, and his strange-shaped arms fluttering in the wind behind the lean and delicate young body.

"No."

Su Zhen took Lu Zhaiyuan's spell into his arms.

Feng Hua looked behind Xu Yan and asked, "What are these, why are you so weird?"

"This is a spell, a spell that people with tailor blood will know in their mother's womb."

Xu Yan explained without hesitation: "No matter where you are, a good tailor needs a pair of skillful hands. A person only has one pair of hands, but a tailor can practice a lot. These hands are not flashy decorations. They can do completely different things at the same time. And each has its own uniqueness. The more hands it has, the more powerful the tailor is. According to legend, the innate Weaver Yuanjun has millions of completely different hands."

Feng Hua was not interested in those exaggerated legends, and just asked: "They are all practicing new hands, why are yours so weird?"

"This is my unique magic."

Xu Yan's tone was not proud at all, but full of interest, as if he was telling an interesting story he had heard recently: "Every tailor is the same. The first thing he cultivates must be white hands. When the spell is completed, he can cultivate purple hands." The darker the color of the hand, the stronger the magic power. When the magic is completed, the purple energy turns to red. Only the most powerful tailors can build red hands. As for black hands... that is another realm. According to legend, The last time a tailor developed black hands was a thousand years ago."

Su Zhen thought to herself, Grandma Miao had mastered four red hands, wouldn't she be a master among masters? It seems she is more powerful than imagined.

"As for me……"

After Xu Yan introduced the general training system of tailoring, he said: "My talent is dull and I am far inferior to my senior sister. Some people like to use a lazy attitude to cover up the lack of talent, and use wild behavior to cover up the shortcomings of talent. I Similarly, my master had high hopes for me during his lifetime, but I could never cultivate a red hand. Under great anxiety, I found another way and tried countless unpopular spells in the Ghost Car Tower, and finally created a set of my own. The method of blending the tailor's hand with foreign objects.

This pair of crab claws came from a four-hundred-year-old giant crab at the bottom of Shuixingshan Lake. This pair of crab claws fell into my hands after many hands. This elephant trunk-like thing is the arm of a monster. It was imprisoned in the old craftsman's house. The death row prisoner, my arm is mine, this..."

Xu Yan patiently introduced the origin of each of his hands. These hands were the product of smelting foreign objects with magic. They could not only play the role of hands, but also use the abilities of their original owners for his own use.

"You are really an outlier." Feng Hua said.

"At first, other tailors thought that I was an alien and had gone astray, so I brought up the legend of the innate Zhi Lao Yuanjun. In the legend, Yuanjun's millions of hands symbolized all living things. By practicing this way, I was able to Close to Yuanjun’s original teachings." Xu Yan said.

"Do they believe it?" Feng Hua asked.

"I don't believe it myself." Xu Yan said with a smile: "But it is finally an explanation. Master tolerates this explanation, and others can't say anything else."

"You haven't even developed a single red hand, so why do you seem to be better at playing with souls than your senior sister?" Feng Hua's question also asked Su Zhen's doubts.

"Skills only have specializations. In terms of strength, I won't be able to catch up with Senior Sister Qiyue even if I practice for three lifetimes." Xu Yan said.

"Is Grandma Miao so powerful?"

"Of course, you have come at the wrong time. If you had come a hundred years ago, you would have seen a peerless senior sister. At that time, the senior sister was a beauty who was famous throughout the old craftsman's house. Countless craftsmen wanted to marry her. As a Taoist monk, there were countless prisoners who wanted to live in her courtyard and let her sew clothes with her own hands. It was worth dying." Xu Yan recalled the past with a look of fascination.

Neither Su Zhen nor Feng Hua expected that this old woman who looked as skinny as a stick now would actually be a stunning beauty back then. They couldn't help but sigh: "Time is really the most ruthless and ruthless thing."

"Yes, but with senior sister's cultivation, she can keep her appearance forever and maintain her youthful appearance until death, but she doesn't. She doesn't care about these things, and she is not willing to spend mana to maintain them and let them go. As time goes by, it is us who see wrinkles growing on senior sister's fair face and silver threads growing in her black hair. We are even sadder and more regretful than her." Xu Yan laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Then what is Grandma Miao pursuing?" Su Zhen couldn't help but ask.

"It's a prophecy." Xu Yan said.

"prophecy?"

"Xiantian Zhi Lao Yuanjun was the original tailor and possessed incomprehensible power. However, some tailors hated Yuanjun deeply. They believed that if Yuanjun had not committed heinous crimes, the tailors who were his descendants would They wouldn't be banned from this cursed place for life, but no matter how much they hated Yuan Jun, they didn't dare to show it as long as their senior sister was present.

Senior sister is Yuanjun's most devout believer. It is said that when she was sixteen years old, she received a prophecy when she paid homage to Grandma Zhi's remains. For this prophecy, she practiced day and night, almost to the point of madness. At that time, Master was practicing After producing two red hands, Junior Sister Guiyun, who was recognized as a genius, only managed half of them, while Senior Sister Qiyue managed to create three. "Xu Yan said.

"Now there is a fourth one." Feng Hua added.

Xu Yan showed a rare look of shock, and the shock quickly turned into a smile. It was no longer the standard smile that was just right, but a smile from the heart:

"Congratulations, senior sister."

"What is the prophecy that grandma got?" Su Zhen asked.

"Over the years, many people have asked her, but she remained silent. She is very special to you. You can try asking, and you might get an answer." Xu Yan said.

Su Zhen thought to himself that he wanted to use himself to solve the mystery again.

He responded, but he didn't think Grandma Miao would tell him the answer.

"Do you have anything else to ask?" Xu Yan said.

Su Zhen and Feng Hua were silent for a while, neither speaking again.

Laojun is getting brighter and brighter.

The light slowly filtered down through the branches that opened like ghost hands, and sprinkled on the eaves of the Ghost Car Tower raised like birds, on the dew that was not dried on the tips of the grass and leaves, and also on the not-so-large area. garden room.

The delicate branches of the flowers sway in the wind, and the soft petals unfold. The light floating in them is like an amorphous Bodhisattva, touching the leaves with his hands and stepping on the stamens.

Su Zhen's eyes were captured by the beautiful scenery. After looking at it for a while, he found something very wrong. Although the flowers here were beautiful, they were not rare and exotic. On the contrary, Su Zhen actually knew them all.

The red ones with thorns are roses, the ones with umbrella-shaped petals are carnations, the ones with cup-like corollas are tulips, there are also jasmine, phalaenopsis, and sunflowers. Su Zhen identified them one by one and found that these flowers were all common varieties in the flower and bird market. Even if he doesn’t know much about flowers, he can roughly recognize them.

This scene was beautiful, so beautiful that it was unreal. Even Feng Hua looked stunned, but to Su Zhen, this scene was so beautiful that it was discordant.

For a moment, he even suspected that he was dreaming, that this was a scene synthesized by his subconscious.

"Do you recognize these flowers?" Xu Yan was always keenly aware of the fluctuations in his mood.

Su Zhen hesitated for a moment and said without lying, "I know."

"Then you are a very knowledgeable man."

Xu Yan said: "These are flower seeds from thousands of years ago. Since Laojun's day and night disorder, countless flowers and plants have died because they cannot adapt to the new world. Only the seeds have been preserved to this day. They are just the tip of the iceberg, but It took me ten years to grow them again."

Su Zhen felt more and more that Xi Jingguo's past was similar to the world he lived in. He didn't know what he had gone through to become what he was now.

In this weird world, something weirder has come?
  Su Zhen looked at the light beam covering the flowers, slightly lost in thought. His eyes unconsciously followed the light beam and looked towards its source - Lao Jun.

As a person's cultivation level improves, the Laojun he meets will also be different.

In the past, Su Zhen saw Laojun as a white insect nest covered with feet. Now, those rustling and turbulent things have become clear. They have turned into the appearance of pigs, cows, chickens and sheep, which are similar to the exposed feet. Matched, in the center are countless eggs and embryos, floating like seaweed.

Su Zhen's pupils narrowed.

and many more.

Why does this old gentleman look familiar?

He immediately caught the source of this familiarity.

'Why is this so similar to my sister's painting "Father-in-the-Sun"? 'Su Zhen was confused.

They are not exactly alike.

Laojun's livestock and fetal eggs are much denser, and it has no color, while my sister's paintings are colorful, but...their concepts have a similarity that cannot be ignored.

——A sun crowded with people and animals.

Yesterday, he was immersed in the memories of his sister and didn't think much about it. Now that he was out of the painting book, he was also out of memories, and the sense of déjà vu came to his mind uncontrollably, burning in his heart like wildfire.

Su Zhen seemed to be holding a key, and his thoughts were out of control.

'Sister, have you ever met Lao Jun? Could it be that she also comes from this world, or was even an immortal? '

'Yes, my sister was adopted by her parents, and her identity is unknown. Yu Yue can parasitize into the big banyan tree, and those terrifying monsters can appear in the real world. Why can't my sister? She might be an earlier batch. '

'If my sister is a fairy. '

'If my sister were a fairy...'

Huge expectations and fears arose in Su Zhen's heart. He hoped that there would be a turnaround in his sister's death, but he was also afraid that this was just his wishful thinking.

"Yu Yue, what's wrong with you?" Feng Hua asked.

Except for the time when Lu Qi "resurrected from the dead", Feng Hua had never felt such a big mood swing in him again.

"Feng Hua, what does Laojun look like in your eyes?" Su Zhen asked without answering.

"I... In the past, the Laojun I saw was a red fireball, with a butterfly-like shadow flickering inside. At that time, I rarely looked up at Laojun, because every time I saw it, I I can’t help but wonder if this symbolizes my fate of being like a moth to the flame.”

Feng Hua smiled and said: "Now that my cultivation has regressed, I can no longer see this scene. The bird seems to have been burned by the fire. All I see is a patchwork of red."

"The more colors and complex patterns I see of Laojun, the higher my cultivation level will be?" Su Zhen asked with confirmation.

"Probably so, but not necessarily." Feng Hua didn't finish her sentence.

Su Zhen nodded thoughtfully, thinking that when she goes back next time, she must count how many colors her sister used in her painting.

If my sister is really a fairy, do the other two paintings also hide mysteries?
  Foolish Old Man Moves Mountains? What mountains were moved? There is only Jiuxiang Mountain in Nantang... No, no, he has heard the legend more than once: there are mountains of delicious flesh and blood hidden under Jiuxiang Mountain.

'The Foolish Old Man moved mountains...'

The more Su Zhen thought about it, the more mysterious it became. His thoughts were like birds that had been in a cage for a long time, fluttering and flying out of control.

What about the portrait?

Su Zhen thought hard for a while, but couldn't think of any clues or evidence, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

With the emergence of hope, Su Zhen became more excited. He looked at the colorful flower field in front of him and regarded it as some kind of good omen.

"Will they always bloom?" Fenghua asked.

"Of course, these are watered by my hard work. They will wither only after I die." Xu Yan smiled.

Laojun's light was obscured by clouds again, and the world suddenly dimmed. Xu Yan and the flower garden were once again submerged in the gloom, as if covered with a light layer of gray.

The sound of waves sounded in my ears again. It was the river flowing through this place. It was rushing over and over again, as if it was reminding me something.

Xu Yan walked to Su Zhen, took out a bone flute, and said, "Now that we have selected the secret book, don't keep senior sister waiting."

The bone flute made a distant sound.

The big snake exposed its back from the river, raised its head and stretched out its scales.

After returning to the back of the big snake, Feng Hua suddenly sighed: "Grandma Miao is very good to you, and Xu Yan is also very good to you. If you don't have to practice kung fu, you can live like a young lady here for a month."

"Why do you say that?" Su Zhen was confused.

"He sewed these flowers into the soil stitch by stitch. They are treasures that he regards as life. Last night, I didn't even let him get close to see some, but he saw that you liked them, so he cut off one and gave it to you." Fenghua said.

Cut a branch...

Only then did Su Zhen realize that there seemed to be something on his hair. He stretched out his hand to touch it. First he touched a stiff branch, and then he touched a soft petal.

Su Zhen pulled it off.

The orange and yellow stamens are shaped like trumpet petals. This is a lily. Although it has been separated from the soil, it is far from withered and still exudes a faint fragrance.

In another world, such flowers are easily available, but here, they are rare treasures.

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"Is Xu Yan doing these meaningless things again? It's really a waste of his talent. Junior Sister Guiyun is much more pragmatic than him, and her current achievements far exceed his."

Grandma Miao's mother was the only one who didn't like this lily.

When Su Zhen returned to Grandma Miao's cave, she immediately guessed that it was something made by Xu Yan. She only glanced at it and didn't pay more attention. She asked, "Did you get the secret book?"

"I got it." Su Zhen did not take out the bamboo slips immediately, but asked: "Before I left, did grandma guess what I was going to get?"

"No." Grandma Miao shook her head: "You are free to choose secret books. Whatever you get back, I will sew it for you. Even if what you get back is a wine-making experience, I will still sew it into your soul. Go and let you become a master of brewing.”

Su Zhen felt that his grandma was telling him a joke, but he couldn't laugh very well.

"Give me Lu Zhaiyuan's secret book." Grandma Miao's mother said.

"How does grandma know..."

Su Zhen hesitated to speak, but in the end he didn't ask any more questions. He just said: "There is only one copy of the secret book Gui Che Lou left. It is so precious. If it is sewn into my body, wouldn't it be gone? Doesn't it matter?"

"Didn't Xu Yan tell you? Gui Che Tower is the tomb of magic. After the turmoil, all secret books were sealed and no craftsmen were allowed to practice. Whether it's Lu Zhaiyuan's or unknown, they are all useless. , no matter which book is missing, as long as Xu Yan doesn't expose it, no one will care." Grandma Miao's mother said.

Su Zhen realized more deeply that he was a guanxi householder.

'Since these secret books are of no use to the old craftsmen, why not sell them outside? Su Zhen had new doubts, but he quickly found the answer himself:

The release of such a large number of secret books in the world would probably cause another bloody storm, and would even reshuffle the pattern of the world of cultivation. For the powerful sect, they would rather let these secret books sleep forever in the old craftsman's house.

The secret book left Su Zhen's arms, flew into the air, and slowly spread out.

While Grandma Miao was mumbling something, all her white and purple palms retreated into the darkness, leaving only four scarlet hands hanging behind her, each forming a seal.

It was like an anesthetic had taken effect. Su Zhen, who had just returned to the cave, before he could fix anything, his vision went dark and he passed out.

He had a long dream.

In the dream, a naked woman lay on top of him, her sticky and cold body pressed against his. She stared at him, her tears falling down like broken beads. Su Zhen asked her who she was, and she said she was the one wearing this piece of clothing. Skirt.

Plain skirt...

The surroundings gradually became brighter.

The buildings, flags, horses, and steps in the old craftsman's office have all come to life. Some of them are complete people, and some are severed limbs with indistinguishable shapes.

They looked at Su Zhen quietly, blood and flesh piled up into mountains and seas.

Su Zhen felt horrified, but could not move. The whole old craftsman's house squirmed toward him, embracing him like it was collapsing.

The woman's cry became even more pitiful, and her eyes melted with tears.

She said that her husband was killed, her family property was taken away, and she was demoted to a slave. The lady was jealous and assigned her to an ugly slave. She couldn't bear it. The porridge was poisoned.

The woman strangled Su Zhen's neck with both hands, crying and saying that she didn't want to die, that she just wanted to live a peaceful life. She repeatedly asked why, and her cold hands became harder and harder, and the feeling of suffocation became stronger and stronger. Flesh and blood obscured his vision, and the severed limbs fell toward him like waves, drowning him and killing him.

The moment her breathing stopped, Su Zhen woke up from her dream.

It's like a floodgate opens and air is poured into the lungs.

Su Zhen gasped for breath, his face turned white and blue, and the ups and downs of his chest seemed to crush his ribs.

Grandma Miao's mother was sitting on the high platform, and her face showed an unprecedented fatigue. Three red palms hung down weakly behind him, and blood was still dripping from her fingertips.

There were supposed to be four red hands, but the last one was missing.

Su Zhen was startled and had a premonition that something was not going to happen, but Grandma Miao smiled with difficulty and blessed him:

"Yu Yue, congratulations. Although this is my first time to use this spell, it went more smoothly than I imagined. One thousand and one hundred stitches, not a single omission. At this moment, Lu Zhaiyuan's secret book has been integrated into your Do you feel any discomfort in your body?"

"No."

Su Zhen shook his head gently.

The pain caused by the dream faded quickly, and now he didn't feel anything special. If it weren't for Grandma Miao's miserable state, he would even doubt whether he just slept.

"Grandma, are you... okay?" Su Zhen asked with concern.

"Don't worry, it's just a flesh wound. I'll just sew a few stitches later." Grandma Miao's tone gradually returned to calmness, and she gently urged: "Go and try the new spell. The old lady is also very curious, does it have any effect?" So powerful in the legend.”

New spells...

As his heart calmed down, Su Zhen did feel that there was something more in his body. They were two spells. He could not describe their appearance. They were like a clear breeze wrapped in the light of the morning sun, or like a cold reflection of the mountain mist. Su Zhen could feel the flow of mana in the stream. It was not powerful, but soothing and gentle.

Is this Lu Zhaiyuan's spell?

The spell that no one had been able to break for thousands of years came to life in his body.

He couldn't describe his mood at this moment, joy? fear? No, it's more about curiosity. Xu Yan is right. People have an innate strong curiosity for unknown puzzles. Now he is like a child who got a new toy and can't wait to play with it.

Grandma Miao collected the blood from her fingertips and said, "Go find Feng Hua and give it a try. The effect of spells can only be seen in battle."

Su Zhen hesitated. Grandma Miao knew what he was worried about and said, "Don't worry, don't worry about accidentally hurting someone. Mana and spells complement each other. With your current mana, you can't kill Fenghua, let alone me watching." Also, bring this to that girl."

A white hand crawled out of the darkness and held out a long leg.

Obviously, these are legs sewn by Miao's grandmother herself.

But it doesn't look sewn at all. Its surface is white and smooth, its thighs are round and straight, its calves are slender and graceful, its arches are just right, and its petite toes are like pink pearls inlaid on it. These are exactly the legs of a young girl, with no flaws at all.

"A girl like Feng Hua is so beautiful that she dances all day long, which annoys the old lady, so I made this, hoping it would fit her perfectly," said Grandma Miao's mother.

"I thanked grandma for Feng Hua." Su Zhen was moved and sincerely happy for Feng Hua.

When Feng Hua saw it, she also smiled. The corners of her lips raised slightly and she said, "It's such an ingenious creation. It's a blessing to be able to touch it with your light before I die."

Su Zhen's heart sank.

The timing of the onset of the curse is different for everyone, ranging from ten days to less than a month.

In any case, such time is extremely short. The more beautiful Feng Hua's smile is, the sadder it makes people feel.

Feng Hua didn't care. She lifted up her skirt generously and installed the snow-white thighs.

Su Zhen turned around subconsciously.

Feng Hua smiled even more happily when she saw how he avoided suspicion.

"Give it a try and let me see Lu Zhaiyuan's spell."

Feng Hua moved the newly installed prosthetic leg, jumped lightly, and said, "It just so happened that one day at the Gui Che Building, I also learned some new spells."

"What did you learn?" Su Zhen asked curiously.

"When you are facing an enemy, how can you come up with a self-replying move?"

Feng Hua's right finger lightly passed over the tip of the grass, and when it stopped in front of her chest, there was a piece of grass between her fingers. She released her fingers, and the grass still stayed in the air, spinning rapidly as she blew. She said softly: "Don't talk, just watch your moves."

In an instant, the weeds turned into steel needles and shot toward Su Zhen's face.

This is a spell that looks like picking leaves and flying flowers. In martial arts novels, it is more like a master using a hidden weapon.

Su Zhen paid full attention.

The moment Feng Hua made the move, he had already made a dodge action, and the steel-needle-like weeds brushed against his cheek. When he looked at Feng Hua again, he saw her arms intertwined in front of her chest, and they were pinched between her fingers. Plants with grass.

Eight grass needles shot through the air.

Feng Hua's figure also swept over.

After her legs were healthy, she exploded with even more amazing speeds. It was obviously a backward attack, but it was faster than a grass needle.

Regarding Feng Hua's moves, Su Zhen had already understood them clearly.

Jiang Gong flew around, his magic power attached to his fists.

As the fists and elbows clashed, the menacing grass needles were affected by the magic power and were shaken away. The two people who were talking harmoniously just now were entangled together in an instant. As their figures separated and closed, the chopped grass clippings were reversed like snowflakes. Flying in the sky.

After fighting for a while, both of their fists and feet became hot, and Feng Hua scolded her coldly: "What are you waiting for?"

Su Zhen said nothing.

He didn't understand Lu Zhaiyuan's spells and didn't know where to cast them more appropriately. Fenghua deliberately slowed down her movements when scolding her, giving him a chance to cast them.

"Ka, Duo, Cha, Ma." Su Zhen recited the spell quickly.

Nothing strange happens.

How is this going?

"You really didn't cast it wrong?" Feng Hua asked.

"I……"

Su Zhen felt that there were two new spells in his body, but he was not sure whether they were cast with this spell, "I will understand it again."

Close your eyes.

Su Zhen approached these two spells again.

He tried touching them. When he touched the first one, a handprint appeared in Su Zhen's heart. When he touched the second one, a new spell appeared in Su Zhen's heart.

Without any deliberate study, he understood the incantation and recited it:
  "Shuo Zhuo Tuo."

There were mana fluctuations in the air.

Feng Hua looked shocked.

She once again used the hidden weapon technique like flying leaves and picking flowers, but the spell failed.

"How could this happen?" Feng Hua was confused.

Her mana was still there, and there was nothing wrong with her body, but she just couldn't make the spell take effect.

"What happened?" Su Zhen also asked.

"When you recited that spell, a command immediately emerged in my mind, 'Don't repeat the same trick'. This sentence was very gentle, but I couldn't disobey it."

Feng Hua murmured to herself, feeling incredible and said: "How is this possible? Unless Jiang Palace is sealed and the magic power is not allowed to flow, how can it be possible to seal the spell? This is too overbearing and does not comply with the rules of magic."

Fenghua cast another spell, the simplest fire spell.

boom--

Rootless flames sprouted in the wind, and the heat wave spread out, blowing the weeds to their knees, and also illuminated the color of surprise in Feng Hua's pupils crimson.

Feng Hua cast the flame spell again.

This time, the simple spell failed to take effect.

Su Zhen understood something immediately.

He clasped his thumb and little finger together and performed the mudra he had just realized.

The moment when the mudra is cast.

Jiang Palace made an explosion-like roar, and for a moment, the blood was like a roaring river, and thousands of qi machines were swaying at the same time.

Su Zhen was so excited that he punched based on intuition.

As he punched, all the bones in his body turned over like a bull, and they all exploded with thunderous sounds.

The fist exploded, and a large pit appeared on the ground.

Su Zhen punched several times, making the pit several feet deep, until it was as hard as iron.

This feeling didn't last long.

Soon, his mana returned to stability, and a weak white color appeared on his face.

"Yu Yue, how did you become so strong?" Feng Hua was surprised.

"Feng Hua, don't you understand where these two spells come from?" Su Zhen's eyes were bright and he had completely figured it out.

"Where do these two spells come from?"

Feng Hua was a little confused at first. Where else could this spell come from? Of course it comes from Lu Zhaiyuan...

Wait, this...

Feng Hua quickly understood. Before Lu Zhaiyuan's simple incantation, there was an inconspicuous explanation:

"After performing this operation, all the orifices will open and the energy will increase sharply, but it cannot last forever; the spell can only be used once." Su Zhen recited them.

What he just used seemed to be these two sentences!

"Ka, Duo, Cha, Ma." Su Zhen recited the last spell again.

Still nothing weird happened.

The spell was still a mystery to them, but he unexpectedly turned the instructions before the spell into a spell.

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