Chapter 179: Totem Light, Evil Fate Curse

On the other side of Mirror Lake, on top of West Mountain.

From here, the entire Baihua Academy on the opposite bank is in sight, but Bai Mo and the others are obviously not interested in overlooking the academy.

Their eyes rested on the West Mountain, where a kind of purple-red Su grass with square leaves grew all over.

Halfway up the mountain, a four-meter-tall Su grass swayed. Its entire body was purple-red like jade, with square leaves spread out, and it looked no different from an ordinary plant.

Mu Zilin stopped in front of him.

"God Ting, I brought two friends to see you."

After many seconds, Mu Zilin still stood there devoutly, but the tall Sucao in front of him did not respond at all.

"It seems to be sleeping." Ding Yumian spoke at this time.

Turning around, Mu Zilin glanced at her in surprise and nodded slightly, "The God of Ting is very old and spends most of his time sleeping."

"It can hear my call, but it just needs time to wake up. Wait a moment."

As soon as Mu Zilin finished speaking, the purple sedge in front of him began to sway.

"They are not simple. I haven't seen such talented and powerful humans in a long time."

"Well, they are indeed very capable, and one of them has some questions he wants to ask you."

'Let him talk to me.'

Mu Zilin turned around and looked at Bai Mo, "Go ahead and ask. God Ting has psychic abilities and can answer your questions."

"good."

Bai Mo nodded decisively, took two steps forward, and looked at the scutellaria in front of him. He wondered if these demons needed etiquette to show respect.

Based on the principle of not suffering any loss, he bowed slightly.

"God Ting, I have a Divine Dust Tiger, which has now entered the advanced stage of the general level. However, it will take some time for it to become a commander. I want to know if there is any way to promote its growth."

"Shenchenhu, it's a name I haven't heard of in a long time."

'I know a place where there is a plant with some fruit that these guys occasionally eat. I'll tell you the location of that place.'

The voice could not distinguish between men and women, young and old, and the words and phrases seemed to still retain the accents of ancient times.

As soon as the telepathic communication ended, Bai Mo felt another telepathic thought coming over, outlining a map in his mind.

Bai Mo looked carefully and it seemed to be in the northwest of Jiangzhou. Then there was a three-dimensional image of a plant.

He recognized this thing; it was topaz fruit, which was widely distributed in the southern part of Kyushu.

He twitched his lips and gave up the idea of ​​looking for this plant in other places. Maybe the topaz fruit in the northwest of Jiangzhou is different.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to give back a map. Wouldn't it be better to just give a three-dimensional picture of the plant?

At the same time, the surface of Tingzhu suddenly glowed with a bright light, and Ding Yumian's totem pendant also suddenly lit up.

But it just flashed, with no other reaction.

This made everyone present feel very strange.

So Bai Mo asked, "God Ting, do you know the totem?"

"I saw one, but I heard it died later."

The branches and leaves of the sedge swayed gently. "I am not a totem. Although I don't know why I reacted to that human totem device, I am not"

"But the light of the totem just appeared on you."

'I don't know. This light has only appeared in recent years. It is very thin and useless. It may not be the light of the totem.'

Bai Mo nodded slightly, and suddenly remembered the huge wind-seeking flower he saw in the mysterious valley when he came here last year.

So he continued, "Do you know that there is a huge wind-seeking flower in the southern valley?"

After a pause, Bai Mo added.

"It should be five or six times your size."

'.'

Ding Yumian rolled her eyes silently. Based on her understanding of Bai Mo, the latter sentence was definitely said on purpose.

This person sometimes likes to make others feel a little uncomfortable, so that he can laugh secretly in his heart.

Bai Mo glanced at Ting Zhu quietly, wondering if she had fallen asleep due to old age, and then he heard another thought coming.

"I don't know. I can't move. Most of the things are just told to me by the younger generations of the Mu family. When I get bored, I tell them to the younger generations of the younger generations."

"In this way, I will have no problem. Thank you, God Ting."

So the two of them admired the scenery of Jinghu Lake here and listened to Mu Zilin chattering about some interesting stories with He Tingshen.

When it got dark, we had a meal nearby.

Snail noodles, sour, spicy and with bamboo shoots. Bai Mo likes peanuts and bean curd sticks.

After dinner, we parted ways.

Feng Zhoulong's cursed material has been prepared, but when Bai Mo thought of the mysterious valley, he couldn't help but want to go and take a look.

Although teacher Xiao Jun said at the time that they were just ordinary wind-seeking flowers and the skeleton of an ancient mountain spirit, Bai Mo always felt that it was too exaggerated.

How could an ordinary wind-seeking flower grow so big?

"Are we going to the Demon City tomorrow?" Ding Yumian asked beside him.

"No, I'll take you somewhere tomorrow." Bai Mo shook his head.

"The valley you asked Tingzhu about?"

"That's right." Bai Mo played with her hands. He never got tired of it. Sitting up, Bai Mo looked at the time.

It's time to practice.

Bai Mo took a sip of the medicine as a tranquilizer, closed his eyes and entered into meditation.

In the southern mountains, the two came to a mysterious valley.

The corpse of the mountain spirit at the entrance of the valley had long disappeared, and now it was at the valley entrance which was neither wide nor narrow.

Those light blue wind-seeking flowers are still growing, neither spreading outward nor shrinking inward.

With the weapon in his hand, he moved instantly, and the wind barrier around him surrounded the two of them.

Bai Mo took Ding Yumian and walked in slowly.

The pale white mist composed entirely of flower spores still enveloped the valley like a veil, and the surrounding wind made the air within a hundred meters of Bai Mo and the others clear.

In the silence, the footsteps became more obvious.

As we go deeper, we see the huge bluish-white wind-seeking flowers, the mountain spirit skeletons that look like a hillside, the spore columns that spew toward the sky, and the light green flowers that grow all over the mountains.

Presented in front of the two.

"How is it?" Bai Mo asked Ding Yumian.

"I didn't feel any strong mental fluctuations."

"How about trying the Bai Ze Hundred Beasts Picture?"

"good."

Ding Yumian nodded, reached out to take off the Bai Ze pendant, and a bright light suddenly lit up, shining on the mountain spirit skeleton that looked like a hill.

"Hmm?" A puzzled nasal sound came out of Ding Yumian's mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"That thing is not completely dead. There is still a trace of soul supporting the corpse to absorb the vitality of the ground to replenish itself."

In an instant, Bai Mo's eyes focused, and heavy spatial mental power gathered, outlining a circular outline in the floating air.

"Space heavy artillery!"

With the speed of a rocket and the power of a Titan, the space artillery directly blew up the hill that looked like a mountain spirit's head.

At the same time, he did not forget to glance at the Fenghua that was still standing quietly in the center of the mountain spirit's huge corpse.

No response.

However, the power of Bai Ze's Hundred Beasts Picture reacted after the mountain spirit's head was completely blown to pieces.

I saw a bright link of light connecting the totem pendant and the mountain elf's corpse, and then a picture slowly unfolded.

The viewing angle is very high, and one can see the endless mountains and forests, and right in front of him, a middle-aged man in an ancient linen robe stands with his hands behind his back.

Then he pointed towards the sky. There was no trace of any magical structure, and the originally bright sky suddenly became as dark as ink.

Amidst the violent lightning, a thunder dragon head as huge as a mountain poked out of the clouds, and it was so lifelike that it seemed like a real creature. Just seeing this tiny tip of the iceberg was enough to shock and terrify people!

The Thunder Dragon's head suddenly swooped down, completely crushing the projection with its tyrannical might. On the slender dragon's body, every strand of hair and every piece of scale armor flashing with purple light were so clear.

It was like a real thunder dragon attacking, and the arrogant eyes with raging lightning were so real and terrifying!

Afterwards, the sky and the earth were spinning, and only the earth and grass were left in the picture.

Then the perspective changed, and the man in the linen ancient robe was seen suspended above a huge mountain spirit that was seriously injured and dying and lying on the ground.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed in the air, and countless green spots of light gathered from the mountains and fields in all directions.

The light finally gathered between his fingers, and then he threw it down.

A seed that looked like a real one fell down and was planted on the mountain elf's chest. Then, a small light blue flower grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After doing all this, the man turned and left.

Then the scene in the picture began to change. The original plain gradually turned into a valley, and the originally huge mountain spirit turned into skeletons, which were then covered by dust, leaving only a little remnant soul.

The original small flowers also grew into giant flowers that were tall enough to reach the valley, spraying out countless flower spores.

The screen disappears here.

"It turns out that this wind-seeking flower is really an ordinary flower."

Bai Mo muttered to himself. Only at this moment did he believe that the huge flower in front of him was not a monster.

"What kind of magic is that?"

Ding Yumian was recalling the two moves released by the man in hemp clothes.

The former is not impossible for a top-level thunder mage to do it, but judging from the power, it may not be so lifelike.

As for the latter, it actually condensed a seed with vitality and reproduction capabilities out of thin air, which is completely different from the current plant magic.

What's more important is that when he used his two spells, there was no flash of starlight at all. Even if it was very faint and fast, it was still there.

Even if someone like Bai Mo has mastered the star map in a thought, when he releases intermediate magic, the light of stars will still flash.

This is also true for spells derived from mutations, because all magical evolutions of human mages are accomplished through the changes of stars.

Moreover, the two magic spells cast by the man in sackcloth clothes did not seem to be low-level spells.

Could it be that it was too fast and they didn’t see it? Could it be that there is someone else who can see the Star Palace with just a thought?

Bai Mo naturally heard Ding Yumian's question and shook his head.

"I don't know. We are still too ignorant and our cultivation is not high, so we can't really see it. Maybe it's some forbidden technique. There's nothing worth exploring here. Let's go."

There are so many secrets in history, and they are lucky to have the opportunity to know the story of this flower and this mountain elf.

Continuing to explore is just picking out chapters and verses from the vast historical records, which is not what they should do now.

It is enough to know that magic can be so changeable and powerful.

The Mage Tower in Demon City, Fengzhoulong Research Laboratory.

A tube of cursed substance that looked like potion was sealed in a special container by Feng Zhoulong and handed to Bai Mo.

Bai Mo turned around and handed it to Ding Yumian.

Without waiting for the two to ask, they heard him start to tell the information about this cursed substance with a proud look on his face.

"I call it evil destiny. It is definitely the most bizarre cursed substance I have ever made in my life!"

"It's a good name. It sounds evil."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, commented, and then asked, "What is its effect?"

"It has two effects! Or rather, these two small effects together make up the big effect of Evil Life!"

Feng Zhoulong said excitedly.

"Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me now."

"Young man, you really have no patience at all." Feng Zhoulong complained rudely and didn't keep him in suspense any more.

"It's very powerful, and your girlfriend needs to be careful when taming it."

"I know, I know." Bai Mo waved his hand. "Old Feng, why are you so nagging? Is it because you are getting old?"

Feng Zhoulong looked at him expressionlessly, and then began to explain slowly.

"Let's talk about the evil effect first. I call him the incarnation of the evil soul!"

"Incarnation? This thing can condense an incarnation?! Then wouldn't I be..."

Bai Mo's eyes widened, and some images that needed to be blurred appeared in his mind unconsciously. After being glared at by Ding Yumian, he coughed and asked seriously:

"What can this avatar be used for?"

"It can be used in combat." Feng Zhoulong glanced at Bai Mo and blinked.

"She can cast all the magic that a curse mage can cast. The curse of the incarnation does not have the effect of the evil soul incarnation, but it has the second small effect of the evil life, the blood curse that drains life."

"Blood Curse Life-Draining? It sounds like a very evil ability. Wouldn't it be classified as a sorcery?"

Hearing this, Ding Yumian frowned slightly.

"No, this effect is the same as curse magic, there are two ways to kill or not to kill."

Feng Zhoulong shook his head, and then heard Bai Mo ask: "Tell me everything."

"The Blood Curse can corrode the body of the cursed person, while absorbing the other person's vitality and storing it in the incarnation to heal itself. This can be controlled, and the specific details will only be known after refining it."

Bai Mo nodded slightly, and the expression on his face became strange again. He asked with a guilty conscience:

“How many incarnations can there be?”

Ding Yumian kept rolling his eyes. The only thing in this person's mind was the color of the stars on the five-star red flag.

"One at most." Feng Zhoulong answered quickly.

“It shouldn’t be that easy to refine an avatar, right?”

“Not really, but it’s not too difficult.”

Feng Zhoulong took a sip of water and continued, "I don't know how to practice the incarnation. Only the owner of the cursed substance knows."

"Then Yumian, go and refine this evil destiny quickly. I'll watch from outside."

Bai Mo pointed to a meditation room.

Ding Yumian glanced at him and asked, "Are you looking forward to it?"

"I am looking forward to it. With such a powerful ability, of course I am looking forward to it. I hope you can become stronger."

“.”

Without saying anything, Ding Yumian entered the meditation room, and Bai Mo waited in the room.

Since there were no outsiders around, he looked at Feng Zhoulong.

"I say, Old Feng, your evil life is very much to my liking, but I just discovered that you are not a serious person either, incarnation, tut tut tut."

Feng Zhoulong immediately became unhappy and pointed at Bai Mo's nose and scolded him loudly.

"Don't slander me out of thin air or make up your own imagination. It's obviously a legitimate ability, how can it be illegitimate?"

(End of this chapter)