Inside the library.
"Okay, teacher."
Zuo Dao showed his fastest move with a kind smile on his face.
Just when the paper sword was about to cut off Cheng Quan's neck, the figure of the other party suddenly disappeared, and then appeared in the distance.
Space is distorted.
At the same time, gray-white fog gradually filled the library from the ground.
"Classmate Zuo, what does this mean?" Cheng Quan asked with a smile. At this time, his body spots appeared, and even ordinary eyes could spot them.
"Teacher, there is something dirty on your body. I want to clean it up for you." Zuo Daoye 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 done bad things to me, and has a foul smell and body spots all over his body, although he has the characteristics of a living person, does not look like a serious "person" to him. laugh.
To be honest, whoever looks at someone will respond to it, and heresy is no exception.
If you want to laugh, I will laugh with you.
And the current situation is gradually moving out of control.
Zuo Dao has experienced the ability to distort space once he came to this world, or to say it alone.
That is the unknown host of the Mist Ceremony.
In other words, the other party is also here as expected.
Again, probe the tentacles of the secret instrument here.
Previously, because Zuo Dao was a passive participant in this incident, he frequently asked Chen Jiu from the General Affairs Bureau for advice on the characteristics of the 'ritual'. From the other party's introduction, he learned that the abilities of rituals are diverse, but they The characteristic is that once the ritual is completed, it is bound to the ritual performer himself.
When it is necessary to perform it, you only need to find the conditions for activation, and the ritual will be activated. Over the years, the General Affairs Bureau has analyzed that this ritual with the characteristics of mist requires the person to be nearby or has a specific medium to perform it at a certain distance. In terms of weirdness Sexually speaking, it is not terrible, but what other abilities it has still needs to be analyzed.
Therefore, when the ground was filled with fog, he was sure that he had met the combination of these two people again, but the problem was...didn't the other party's previous words indicate that they had already broken up?
Zuo Dao thought about it, thinking about the other party's previous conversation at his home and Cheng Quan's current state, and he had some guesses in his mind.
The scene turned into a confrontation.
Zuo Dao chose to defend because he had an ordinary physique. Although his physical fitness was not so bad that he would be out of breath after running a few steps, it was not much better.
At the same time, the former master's emotional remnants reacted violently from the moment he saw Cheng Quan. If at some point during the battle, he was accidentally affected by the emotional remnants of a certain body movement and fell flat on the ground, it would be really fun. .
Worried about the reasons here, he did not take the initiative or do any fancy things.
But Cheng Quan's side was very strange. Even with the opponent's obvious "home field advantage", Cheng Quan did not take the initiative to attack. He just stood there and kept smiling. The spots on his body became more and more intense, which made people feel sick just looking at him. Discomfort.
At this time, the space behind Zuo Dao was distorted, and a mist turned into a sharp arrow and pierced towards him.
Just when he was about to pierce through him, Zuo Dao dodged and the sharp sword dissipated in the air after failing to achieve its purpose.
"The mist can attack directly..."
Zuo Dao thought to himself after escaping a blow by relying on the full-view observation provided by the paper spirit in his body.
The other party did not show this ability before. If the other party used this method on Huaiyang Road at that time, it would undoubtedly be very troublesome.
"So, the hidden person is still a bully and fears the strong?"
The attack failed, and the person behind the fog seemed to fall into a brief silence. Immediately, Zuo Dao discovered that the surrounding space was twisting everywhere, and a numbing number of gray fog sharp arrows poked out from it, moving towards Zuo Dao quickly. Shoot away, the other party seems to want to finish him off quickly.
Seeing this situation, Zuo Dao didn't dare to hesitate. He blocked and chopped off the nearest sharp arrow with a paper sword, and at the same time dodged quickly. Even so, his clothes and pants were inevitably scratched several times.
During the gap, he took out a small bottle containing crystal particles from his left pocket and glanced at Cheng Quan.
He lifted the cap of the bottle, waved the hand holding the bottle, and thought quickly in his mind.
"The gods and dust make the world, and ominous things stay away."
The spiritual paper crystals scattered in the air flashed with light, and an unknown strong wind swirled around Zuodao.
The light cyan mask formed at a speed visible to the naked eye to protect the left path. At this time, when the sharp arrow hit the left path, it could only make little ripples.
The color of the mask gradually became solid, and Zuo Dao looked outside the mask with an unknown mocking gaze until the figure was completely shielded.
In the perception of the people behind the scenes, the current Zuo Dao seems to have been erased under the mask, and what he is doing inside can no longer be captured. This feeling of detachment from control seems to make the people behind the scenes very uneasy. A large number of Gray mist appeared in the library, and a nameless sharp weapon formed and hit the mask.
For a moment, ripples appeared in the mask, but it was also impregnable.
On Cheng Quan's side, the corpse spots were so dense that it would make one's hair stand on end just by looking at them.
He is still smiling.
It's like smiling and saying something wrong.
Also like laughing at it all.
At this time, the thick fog ritualist saw that he was temporarily unable to deal with Zuo Dao's divine dust barrier. He seemed to have noticed something, and his offensive temporarily slowed down. The thick fog in the library was like a living thing, swarming to the soles of Cheng Quan's feet. It begins to hover, gradually climbs, and penetrates crazily.
Finally, all the thick fog in the library gathered around Cheng Quan, and he was like a drowned man in a room on a capsized ship, whose head was gradually being submerged by sea water.
Just when the mist clung to Cheng Quan's neck, his eyes moved, and a painful expression appeared, as if he was resisting the invasion.
"What qualifications do you have to disobey me?"
Suddenly, words with hard-to-identify voice characteristics came from nowhere in the silent library.
Cheng Quan's smile faded and his eyes became more alert at this time. The gray-white thick fog got stuck in his throat. They tried to go up and completely submerge Cheng Quan, but were blocked by Cheng Quan's unknown power.
"Ha... why did you violate it? You have never been kind to 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 did not want to say more. He even increased his efforts to control the fog to corrode Cheng Quan.
At this moment, the corpse spots on Cheng Quan's face seemed to come alive, suddenly turning into countless threads twisting under his skin to form strange patterns. Then the thick fog that had already reached his chin was suppressed, and once reached His chest area!
Suddenly, the black threads under Cheng Quan's skin suddenly broke through his skin. Countless black threads protruded around like tentacles. Finally, they reached around the cyan light shield where the left path was. They trembled rapidly, and the surrounding space began to distort, and then the space suddenly The child is dark and suddenly bright.
Cheng Quan looked at the mask with a clear expression and said quickly:
"His rituals, which interfere with reality, need to be performed nearby, or they can be carried out locally by integrating others into the ritual as a medium. Secondly, they can also intercept other people's images and turn them into puppets. There are not many attack methods.
"Killing others during the ritual will turn them into puppets that carry rituals, which will make them more powerful. He only has one ritual now, but soon I will be his real puppet. He has been trying to corrode and control me. If he succeeds, There will be a second ceremony.
"My ritual...sacrifice other people's lives as a ritual. It has no ability to interfere with reality. The deceased will become a puppet and contain corpse spots. The more corpse spots there are, the stronger the power will be. The corpse spots will turn into silk threads like now. Anyone who is injured will be infected until it is eroded throughout the body and becomes a new source of infection.
“The breaking point of my ritual is to dig out my heart and mix it with spiritual materials to burn it. However, no matter how severe the damage is, I will not die.
"The breaking point of his ritual is for those who have entered his ritual to find out his true name, and then when they enter his ritual later, they can write his name on 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.
A thick fog spear poked out of Cheng Quan's mouth, blocking his key words.
The tip of the gun has some skin tissue and black blood, which makes it look eerie.
The surrounding space also stabilized, and the fog filled the air.
