Chapter 100: Mystical Powers

"Do you still have a dimple?"

Wu Tian stretched out his hand to poke.

The young man took a step back and immediately stopped smiling.

Wu Tian was penalized by Zu Long again.

Wu Tiansan took back his hand and looked up at the sky.

Before I knew it, the moon was full again.

There was an additional figure beside Wu Tian.

The white robe is better than the snow, and the halo is like a banished immortal.

Even the white-haired boy Long Li couldn't help but take a few more glances.

It’s really because the young man in white robe is too mundane!

"Our foundation on Taiyin Avenue is shallow, so we need you to work harder."

The young man in white robe nodded, then bowed to Wu Tian and flew towards the moon.

In the long years to come, he will meditate in Taiyin Star and Taiyin Avenue.

Wu Tianzhan's clone was not for fighting, but for enlightenment.

Qingfeng is, and so is the boy.

Therefore, his clones are relatively peaceful and are close to the Tao.

The tranquility of the breeze and the calmness of the young man are all.

Unlike the wrathful incarnations of Shiva and Shakti.

Because the starting point is different, the ending point is also different.

His clone was not a combat clone at all.

But the avatar of Dao.

The main reason why he had to separate the avenue clones was because Wu Tian found that there was a problem with his path. His natal magical power seemed to have no necessary connection with the three avenues he majored in.

Wu Tian finally decided to peel off the three avenues through the method of clone.

This process is very complicated. First, he must have the clone spell he wants.

So he took out Shiva's secret method of fighting on the East China Sea.

This secret book helped him a lot, but it was not suitable for him.

For the next ninety years, he spent the next ninety years on the East China Sea, silently creating his own secret of killing.

He used the knowledge gained from the Vedas to analyze Shiva's secret method of fighting the Avatar.

He also used the knowledge gained from the Creation Sutra and combined it with his own to try out various ideas and possibilities.

That was the moment when his wisdom was at its highest and his spirit was at its most concentrated.

For ninety years, the process is boring, but the result is gratifying.

Ninety years later, he killed Qingfeng, and now he killed who?

No name yet.

The gains were obvious. Not only did he get rid of Feng Xing and Tai Yin Dao, but he also gained two more enlightened clones.

In terms of magical powers, there is a great harvest. Every moment of stillness and movement is for the Tao. Not only do they have their own magical powers, they are still and free, but they also synthesize great magical powers.

"Have you ever heard of a saying called magical power?"

Wu Tian was injured and his voice was a little hoarse.

Not to mention compared to the one who flew away, even compared to the white-haired boy, it was miserable.

But he felt pretentious at this time.

"Remember, it's me you're talking about."

The young man would not pay attention to him.

Wu Tian glanced at the young man with pity and said, "A boy cannot be taught!"

The young man bared his teeth, "What? We want to fight!"

Wu Tian immediately shut up, rubbed his sore neck and fell to the ground.

I didn't feel it just now, but now when I hear the fight, Wu Tian's whole body hurts.

Wu Tian didn't notice that behind him, the young man grinned again.

Wu Tian landed on the ground and soon fell into meditation.

The young man fell next to him, yawned, and found a place to sleep.

This is a habit developed over five hundred and thirty years.

It's already late to sleep today.

As Wu Tian circulated the immortal body cultivation method, a powerful heartbeat appeared in the quiet night.

The boy was sleeping soundly, but his heartbeat quickly merged with the only sound in the night.

It comes naturally, as if everything is as it should be.