Monster Refining System

Misty magic, in fact, he had seen Dao perform once on that day before.

but--

On that day, Dao could only spread the mist in the misty divine art to about a hundred meters around the body.

but--

Now this area is a hundred miles away, all covered by clouds and mist.

Then...

The attack of this illusory figure was all mixed in this cloud and mist.

Can he distinguish the attack of the illusory figure from this cloud and mist?

Is it still useful for my own unfavorable freedom of extreme power?

Xia Fukun didn't know.

Behind him, the continuous galaxy like a river was also presented by Xia Fukun at this moment. The river converged behind Xia Fukun, and then continued to spread, enveloping Xia Fukun's body, and wrapped Xia Fukun's body in it.

"Want to use the power of the galaxy to protect your body?"

Amidst the clouds and mist, there was a sound of mockery.

This sound seemed to appear in every corner of the clouds.

Xia Fukun couldn't tell where the phantom figure was.

It was also at this time that the clouds behind Xia Fukun suddenly dispersed.

Xia Fukun's eyelids twitched.

The body involuntarily made a dodge movement.

Immediately after--

That cloud and mist, like a gathering of three flowers, crashed on the place where Xia Fukun was before.

"Rumble—"

The whole ground trembled.

As soon as Xia Fukun dodged, another whistling sound came from behind him.

Xia Fukun's body showed an irregular movement, and then another whistling sound came.

Xia Fukun's body was constantly twisting, constantly avoiding one attack after another.

but--

With the passing of time.

The injuries on Xia Fukun's body were increasing.

Its movements also began to slow down.

The power of the galaxy on his body is also constantly declining.

This level of attack, this level of consumption, to be honest, has surpassed the limits of Xia Fukun’s body...

"Damn it, if this continues, I won't be directly consumed to death?"

Xia Fukun cursed inwardly.

"Hehehe, you don't have to be too sluggish, the previous host, after turning on the third layer of the Misty System, it took a whole thousand years to get Misty's magic."

It was also at this time, in the mist, the voice of the misty system came again.

"To shut up!"

Xia Fukun glared at the sky.

"We are different!"

He didn't know where the phantom figure was, but now he felt that the entire cloud and mist seemed to have been transformed by the phantom figure. No matter where the attack is, it is almost a whole cloud, and you can launch an attack on yourself.

"What's the difference?"

Amidst the clouds, the light and fluttering voice came again.

It was also at this time that Xia Fukun suddenly opened his head, and he wondered, if he used the holy eye at this time, would he be able to see the illusory figure in the cloud?

Thought of this.

Suddenly, a touch of gold appeared in Xia Fukun's eyes.

Immediately after--

In the sky, a huge golden eye appeared.

After the golden eyes appeared, the clouds and mists around the golden eyes dispersed a little.

However, this holy eye can't compare to the system after all. Therefore, just pushing away the clouds and mist around him, there is no way to dispel all the clouds and mist.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you still have this holy eye. But what's the use of this holy eye?"

Disdain, ridicule.

Hearing this voice in Xia Fukun's ears, Xia Fukun's entire face became gloomy.

"Holy Eye, open!"

Xia Fukun scolded angrily.

Immediately after--

That huge eye in the sky opened in vain.

A golden light shone from those eyes.

It fell on the clouds and mists of hundreds of miles around Xia Fukun.

Wherever the golden light passed, although the clouds and mist did not completely disperse, they became much thinner.

Xia Fukun narrowed his eyes.

At a certain place where the golden light passed, he saw an illusory figure, looking at himself with a sneer with Erlang's legs folded.

"Got you!"

Xia Fukun sneered, and in the next second, he took the initiative to attack. With a kick of his feet and a kick on the ground, he passed directly towards the place where the illusory figure was.

just--

When he arrived in front of the illusory figure, Xia Fukun suddenly remembered something...

I can't attack this illusory figure!

If he attacked the opponent, wouldn't the injured be his mother or his own?

Thinking of this, Xia Fukun's fist that was about to fall on the opponent's face suddenly retracted.

Upon seeing this, there was an exclamation on the face of the illusory figure, and then turned into a disdainful sneer.

Of course, Xia Fukun couldn't see anything under the added effect of that mosaic. I saw the mosaic twitching constantly...

"I didn't expect you to be able to see through the first layer of the Misty Magic, but this is just the simplest routine operation of the Misty Magic."

"And, even if you see through it, what about it?"

"Do you dare to hit me? Stupid."

The illusory figure became more and more terrifying.

Xia Fukun's body has been twitching.

He actually wanted to smoke this phantom figure.

But there is no way.

Because he hit the other side, it was himself who was injured.

but--

This illusory figure persecuted itself again and again.

Isn't this forcing yourself to commit a crime?

If Xia Fukun still had the regeneration technique, he would definitely draw the opponent directly. The big deal is that everyone died together, and no one should think about it. As long as their body is not completely wiped out, they will be able to recover.

but now……

I don’t have the ability to regenerate...

However, watching this illusory figure has been jumping around. Xia Fukun couldn't bear it again.

He looked at the phantom figure in front of him, with a question lingering in his head.

What on earth is this self-conscious effort?

What is this great way of freedom?

If you have to suppress yourself everywhere, can this great way of freedom really grow? If there is a limit everywhere, will this free power really become stronger?

This question flashed through Xia Fukun's mind.

The attack of the illusory figure struck again.

But this moment.

Xia Fukun did not dodge.

Looking at the punch from the opponent, Xia Fukun directly stretched out his hand and pinched the fist in his palm.