Behind the fat man.
Zuo Dao knelt down on one knee and sorted out all the spiritual papers, which were also known as 'life-saving papers' in this world. He then took out a small stack for backup, and then quickly turned around the operation plan in his mind.
"The rest will be turned into little paper figures, and there will definitely be too little time. Fatty's side doesn't seem to have the ability to hold on until I finish it. Secondly, if they turn into little paper figures, they will be less lethal.
"And I need it to be simple, fast, and able to maximize the effect of its inner spirit."
While thinking about it, Zuo Dao put together the remaining 'life-saving papers', which together were three fingers thick. He pressed the paper with one hand, and the three paper spirits in his body who had the deepest connection with him opened their blurry faces at the same time.
Due to the sixth sense and some unusual manifestations in this world, he did not choose to practice spiritual power, but he guided it to the paper spirits through soul power and let them absorb it.
In other words, the paper spirits and little paper people can recharge their batteries.
Three paper spirits and sixty little paper figures, after receiving the order from Zuo Dao, swarmed out from the hand holding the 'life-saving paper', and passed through the layers of virtual and real. Life-saving paper', each of them performs his or her duties, and then starts his or her own actions.
The three paper spirits stayed in the palm of the left hand, and they kept emitting spiritual thoughts for control and command.
As for the little paper people, some are attached to it, with large fonts spread out, and lines like blood vessels extending out of their bodies. They attach to the 'life-saving paper' and begin to change their characteristics. Some small paper people keep making secrets, and some Reciting mantras through spiritual thoughts, some are like dancing giants, stepping crazily in a two-dimensional plane.
In five breaths, everything is done.
All the 'life-saving papers' dispersed like a breath of light.
If he was left to do this alone, he might not be able to do it for an hour, but with the help of the paper people's division of labor, everything was so fast, and this was one of the terrifying abilities at the peak of paper cutting.
Now that there are no worries about spiritual paper, as long as his soul power becomes stronger, the number of paper spirits he can control will increase.
Zuo Dao raised the corner of his mouth slightly, stood up and raised one hand at the same time, making a gesture like throwing flowers backward at a wedding:
"rise!"
The 'life-saving papers' were flying together at this time, just like the flower-cutting movements of playing cards. The difference is that they...
——Swim upstream
Papers flying all over the sky made a clattering sound. Hearing the movement behind him, the fat man took the time to look back, and then raised his eyes:
"What is this?"
I saw the spiritual paper flying in all directions with a "whispering" sound, accompanied by the young man wearing a windbreaker who turned around and smiled.
For a moment...
The fat man didn't want to do it anymore, and he almost couldn't hold on to the idea of revenge against his uncle.
I'm working my ass off in the front to resist the gray fog, and you're playing with paper and being a model in the back, right?
Zuo Dao seemed to see the fat man's resentment, and he said:
"If your ritual can resist them, will it allow the 'life-saving paper' to pass in our direction?"
"Okay," the fat man turned his head without looking, said the ritual, and then became a little suspicious:
"Is that thing really useful?"
Zuo Dao didn't reply to him. He raised his hand towards the aisle and waved lightly.
All the 'spiritual papers' flew in the same direction, one after another, and the fat man also saw the paper spirits flying around him. His hands changed their shape at this time, allowing the spiritual papers to pass smoothly, and then , he saw...
Explosion, explosion, explosion-!
The moment the spiritual paper passed through the fat man's ritual and came into contact with the gray mist, it became as effective as a detonating talisman after being modified by the left way. It instantly emitted cyan explosive flames, one after another, like a powerful weapon. A stormtrooper who is not afraid of death.
Under Fatty's incredible expression and Zuo Dao's calm gaze, the gray mist was repulsed by the explosion.
Feeling the sudden relief from the pressure of the ceremony, the fat man couldn't help but said again:
"What is this?"
The green fireworks did not disappear directly after exploding. The remaining fire was like maggots on the tarsal bones, entangled in the gray mist and consuming each other.
For a moment, the corridor filled with gray fog gradually turned into a field of green flames, turning into a flame barrier that saw fire here.
"The revised version of the Spirit Burning Curse, I haven't decided on a name yet—"
Zuo Dao chuckled and whispered to himself, Quan Dang responded to the fat man's question silently.
Under Yinguang's consciousness, he and Fatty both chose to use some tricks to look after their own affairs.
There is nothing wrong with this for the left. On the contrary, it can be known from the brief message of the silver light consciousness.
The power of the Mist Ritualist is this small eyeball, so whether it is successfully analyzed or it is damaged in this wrestling with the 'Observation Center', it will have a blow to the Mist Ritualist's ability.
The reason for the ritual and its power and effects can be divided into two types during the time when Zang Ti arranged the special training.
One starts from one's own body, such as spiritual materials, flesh and blood sacrifices, and pre-arrangements. The event arrangements are divided into one's own actions, accumulation of disasters, or various strange requirements, such as doing good deeds every day. , or accumulation can be achieved only after achieving other people's wishes, etc.
As for the other kind, it is to pray for 'some kind of existence', or the rituals and other things left by 'some kind of existence' to be mastered.
Most of these rituals have few pre-activation conditions, but the negative state afterward is always unknown and full of uncertainty. Maybe you only paid a little bit before, but the next time you activate it, you will turn into a monster.
In the Chinese domain, the latter type of 'rituals' and 'spells' are subject to the most focused supervision, and restrictions must be imposed if any are discovered.
This is also one of the reasons why Zuo Dao was willing to "work hard" after receiving the information from the Silver Light Consciousness and deciding that the ritual performed by the Mist Ceremony was probably of this type.
Good things, all good things...
The consolation prize allows you to learn some characteristics and increase your preparation.
The second prize may just pull off all the Mist Ceremony’s underwear.
If he gets a special prize, the ritual of the Mist Ritualist might be abolished.
Not to mention, what is more suitable for showing oneself under the shroud of silver light ceremony?
Taking advantage of the time when the other party has no energy to analyze me, and now that I am not afraid of the other party's analysis, I will take advantage of the situation under the lamp, brush up my own performance, and whiten myself one after another.
In addition, Zuo Dao discovered that in fact, if the principle of 'paper cutting' is discarded from the process of the past world, its manifestation is highly the same as that of 'art', with the same lever and the same world of communication.
If he is willing, he only needs to repeatedly try the magic modification, and it will not be a problem to teach it to others, so——
What does it mean to be open-minded?jpg
The emergence of the magically modified version of the "Detonating Talisman" once again hindered Gray Mist's support. At this time, the small eyeballs in the stomach of the house owner seemed to want to make some moves, but were restrained by the distance. The gray mist on the house owner began to lose control. Following this, the silver light penetrated into his body again for analysis.
A minute passed, and when the last magic paper was used up, the green flames began to dissipate, and the gray mist reoccupied the corridor and came in again.
"It's up to you, fat man." Zuo Dao said.
His performance was almost adequate.
Any more would be a bit out of line.
So he picked up his suitcase and started preparing to run away.
The fat man's expression was complicated. As long as he was not blind, he would have understood that this kid had probably mastered the consumption-type spell.
At this moment, the silver light consciousness came out again and sent a message.
"Please prepare to evacuate."
