Only when he really got his hands on it did Li Liang understand that there was a huge difference between Taoism and magic in the same use of spirits.
As Tam said, the power of magic comes from the gods represented by the 22 kinds of matter. The type of magic is determined by the archangel represented by each point on the selected path. In general, the amount of magic is limited. The effect of one kind can also be traced.
Taoism is obviously different. The "Yuanshi Master" is based on the three major attributes of creation, balance, and destruction. The power system created is like an antelope hanging its horns, which is puzzling.
For example, at this moment, the Chief of Staff turned into a misty mist, his whereabouts were uncertain, and his attack method turned out to be to control "air".
In just a few seconds, the entire space was filled with a spherical "vacuum".
After accidentally bumping into it once, Li Liang was surprised to find that this "vacuum" seriously affected the stability of the portal and could even interrupt continuous transmission.
However, even if an ordinary person is suddenly exposed to a vacuum environment, he will not die on the spot. Moreover, he is still wearing tactical outer armor, and the "vacuum ball" can only restrict his "movement."
Traveling through the endless portal of life and death, Li Liang avoided the flying "vacuum balls" and looked for his opponent.
The misty mist on the high platform was a blindfold. He closed his eyes and saw another scene in his spiritual field of vision.
A humanoid silhouette is suspended higher up, and within the silhouette are three dazzling spirits. Among them, the one above the head is spraying out little bits of spirit like a fountain.
The moment each cluster of spirits appears below, it entangles and expands, opening up a sphere and expelling the air inside.
It turns out that this is how "vacuum balls" are "manufactured".
At the moment when he suddenly understood, new changes appeared in the outline of the human figure. The spiritual mass on his chest shot out four tributaries, flowing along some irregular path, as if running around in the body, and for a moment they converged on the right shoulder. parts.
No, another spell!
Li Liang reacted immediately and summoned overlapping portals to protect himself.
The surrounding air became misty at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then quickly condensed. In an instant, blue snow began to fall in the splendid hall.
Snowflakes floated softly and fell.
On the ground, the twisted and tangled hermaphrodites were unaware of the battle above and were still struggling and howling. One of them raised his head with a crazy smile on his face. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and caught a snowflake.
next moment.
The man turned into an ice sculpture, with madness frozen on his face. Another snowflake fell on the head, and the ice sculpture quietly shattered into a pile of dark red powder.
This scene made the surrounding "walking zombies" even more excited. Countless people rushed forward, raised the powder with their hands, and smeared it on their faces and bodies.
The powder melted on their pale skin, and the scarlet color was dazzling.
More snow fell.
On the golden floor, ice crystals, flesh and blood were mixed together.
Li Liang withdrew his gaze from below and slowly raised his head.
He was in the middle of a blue "snowstorm", but not a single snowflake could pass through the burning orange fire. The outline of the tall human figure was changing again, and a new path was forming.
He no longer hesitated and raised his right hand.
The shield formed by the constantly emerging and dying portal suddenly swelled, swallowing the surrounding snowflakes and then gradually disintegrating. Li Liang, who had switched to Taoism, touched the flying sword tattoo on his left index finger with his right hand.
A cold light flashed.
He switched magic again, and the orange fire rekindled.
The flying sword began to accelerate, getting faster and faster, and the magic brewing in the human silhouette was about to take shape.
Li Liang raised his head and stared at the silhouette of the human figure, constantly speeding up the summoning speed of the portal.
This set of work has become as smooth as breathing for him. The only limitation is the spiritual storage, and the spirit in the double-ring ring is on the verge of exhaustion.
At this moment, the two sides were actually betting on whose next move would be more powerful, and he would never back down.
A few seconds later, the flying sword was accelerated into a faint flowing shadow, waiting for only one shot.
Sudden.
The spirit within the humanoid outline contracted rapidly, and the snowstorm dissipated. Then the "vacuum ball" burst, and the surrounding air returned to normal.
The mist condensed back into a human body.
Cowarded?
Li Liang was a little surprised. He knew that the speed of his flying sword was not too exaggerated. The power was only one-fifth of the time when it killed the ruler, and it would not be able to scare away a Zhuos magician.
The Chief of Staff asked in a calm tone: "Can you see my Yuan Shape?"
Only then did Li Liang understand that the other party was scared off by his ability to see through his true position.
"Tian Ling" can see the essence of the spirit's operation. The humanoid outline he always looks up and locks is probably the opponent's body, something called Yuan Xing or original shape.
It can be seen that the chief of staff is not willing to risk his life and try the power of the flying sword himself.
As a result, Li Liang hesitated because the flying sword could not be undone.
At the moment when his spirit was exhausted, he changed his mind and popped out the flying sword.
Buzz.
A flash of red light passed over the Chief of Staff and pierced the ground at an angle.
Boom~Boom~
A gap several meters long appeared in the metal floor, and a thunderous sound came from the ground.
Li Liang landed lightly and stepped into a pool of greasy blood. Looking around, there was no one alive, only pools of blood and scattered ice sculptures.
He climbed up the high platform step by step, leaving a line of bloody footprints on the golden steps.
In the center of the high platform, the Chief of Staff had just recovered from the mist form. His right arm was hanging down, and blood was dripping from his fingertips. It was obvious that even though the flying sword just passed by, he was still injured in the rush.
"Who are you?"
The full-coverage helmet hid his appearance. Li Liang took off his right glove, revealing a double ring.
The Chief of Staff said softly: "Your Horcrux is very unique."
Li Liang was noncommittal and looked at the chief of staff in front of him. There was no emotion on his face that could not distinguish between male and female, and he seemed not to care about winning or losing, life or death.
He couldn't imagine what kind of equipment could completely deprive a person of his emotions, let alone what a rational person was thinking.
At this time.
The retina projector suddenly showed a push message.
The retinal projector had been silent since boarding the tube transporter, and it was very strange to receive the message at this moment.
Li Liang glanced at the Chief of Staff and waved his hand to touch the message bar on the left side of his field of vision.
A text message is displayed:
concert.
Sponsor: Zhuosi Gate Valve.
Time: 18:00 on September 21, 3027.
Immediate access point: Moon Palace A-11.
Li Liang was stunned.
concert? At this time, Zhuos Yingling holds a concert?
A light curtain suddenly appeared on the side of the General Staff opposite, showing the same message.
"The Heroic Spirit's plan has begun," the Chief of Staff waved his hand and closed the light curtain.
"where is he?"
"Command, everyone is at the command," the Chief of Staff said, "When the symphony plays in the Moon Palace, the souls of the listeners are burning, and a new god will be born from death."
"What symphony?"
"Enter the Hall of the Gods," from Richard Wagner's opera "The Ring of the Nibelung: Das Rheingold."
