Chapter 139 Magic

"How can I save her?" A trace of hope appeared in Cai Yu's eyes.

"Whether you can save her or not depends on a combat skill you have." Mo Lao said mysteriously. Cai Yu was suddenly surprised. What is it?"

"The Devil's Finger! The Tianmo clan is one of the six ancient races. It is said that this clan is best at making heart demons. There are even legends that they were originally born from heart demons and turned into heavenly demons after cultivating the road.

"As one of their magic skills, Tianmo refers to the magic effect of confusing people's hearts and absorbing heart demons. It's just that the fire you have mastered is not at home. So far, the magic finger has been reckless, purely with the help of their magic rather than mental strength.

After hearing this, Cai Yu fell into thought. When he learned the magic finger at the beginning, he felt that this combat skill was extensive and profound, which was difficult to understand. With his own understanding, he played a good role in the physical attack of Tianmo's finger, but he didn't realize that what the Tianmo clan was really powerful was the method of confusing people's hearts. Now after listening to what Mr. Mo said, he realized that his magic finger had taken a side road from the beginning.

"Do you mean that I want to use the magic finger to arrest Bai Qianjiao's heart?" Cai Yu frowned.

"That's right." Mo Lao's voice echoed in his heart.

"But what should I do?"

"Only you know what to do. After all, only you have learned the magic finger, and I can't help you."

Cai Yu was silent. Mr. Mo couldn't help himself. Now he can only try to arrest the heart demon with his understanding of the magic finger. But how easy is this? Tianmo pointed out that he had already been cultivated to kill and domineering in his continuous battles. As soon as the Sky Demon Shadow appeared, it was to destroy the opponent and destroy the opponent's attack. Now it is too difficult to suddenly change its role and become a wolf driving the sheep.

Seeing that the magic on Bai Qianjiao's body became stronger again, Cai Yu's eyes hesitated.

"Why don't you do it quickly? If her heart demon expands to the extreme again, I'm afraid your demon won't be able to confide it!" The voice of Mo Lao's urging sounded.

Cai Yu's vision suddenly became firm. Now, he can only be a living horse doctor!

With one finger poked out, the dark light lit up, and the shadow of the devil suddenly appeared in the air. Cai Yu pointed to Bai Qianjiao. That day, the ferocious demon head immediately roared and was about to bite Bai Qianjiao.

" Stop it!" Cai Yu said angrily, and the spring thunder rolled away, making the demon shadow stunned for a while.

It turned its head and stared at Cai Yu, and its blood-red eyes showed a trace of humanized doubts.

Cai Yu's thoughts are shared with Tianmo in his heart, trying to make it follow his own ideas.

Tianmo was irritable at first and had a faint tendency to resist, but later Bai Qianjiao's magic became stronger and stronger. It showed a trace of greedy eyes and nodded to Cai Yu, and the two sides reached an agreement.

The magic shadow rushed to Bai Qianjiao, and when it approached her, it suddenly turned into a trace of white smoke and penetrated into her body!

Bai Qianjiao suddenly let out a cry of pain, and her body kept trembling.

Cai Yu's forehead was sweating. He tried his best to suppress the bloodthirsty idea of the demon in his heart and let it act according to his own ideas.

Bai Qianjiao's face began to become ferocious, and for a while, it was green and white for a while. It seemed that there were two demons centered on her body, competing for dominance, which made her miserable.

Finally, a sad voice that did not look like Bai Qianjiao came out of her throat, and then the magic gas outside her body convered and finally disappeared. The magic shadow came out of her spiritual cover, burped endlessly, and returned to Cai Yu's side.

Bai Qianjiao's body immediately spread out and was about to fall into the blood shadow mask. Although the blood shadow mask has no strong lethality due to the loss of its owner, the blood poison inside is still harmful to people. Cai Yu ignored the magic shadow around him, stepped into the blood shadow mask, picked up Bai Qianjiao, and returned to the original cave.

Bai Qianjiao's face is extremely pale at this moment, and her eyelashes are shaking slightly. It seems that she is sleeping uneasily in a coma. Cai Yu explored her pulse and found that it was all wrong. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking back and looking at the demon following him, Cai Yu found that the demon's head seemed to have changed under the devouring just now.

Its body is more illusory, floating there like a puff of smoke, but it is more intelligent in its eyes, which seems to have devoured Bai Qianjiao's heart demons, making it evolve with it.

"The demon finger is worthy of being the powerful combat skill of the demon clan. It is so mysterious. It seems that this demon can continue to evolve. If it goes well, it may become a real demon one day." The voice of Mo Lao's praise sounded.

Feeing the evolution of the devil, Cai Yu realized how precious the combat skill given by Mu Zi was. Heavenly demon clan, what a powerful race! The Yecha clan, the witch clan, and the fallen angel clan dare not say a word in its prosperous era. If this demon can really incarnate the devil in the end, it is equivalent to Cai Yu's strength of the heavenly demon clan. How strong will he be at that time?

Thinking of this, Cai Yu couldn't help but feel a trace of heat in his heart. Strength is what he needs most now. He will not give up any chance to become stronger.

Looking at the shadow of the sky demon in the middle of the sky, an idea suddenly came to mind.

He stretched out a palm, and as his mind moved, thousands of evil spirits surrounded him. Looking at these evil spirits, there was a trace of greed in the eyes of the demon shadow that day, but there was a trace of fear.

Looking at the reaction of Tianmo, Cai Yu was overjoyed. It seemed that this evil spirit was also attractive to Tianmo. The other hand was black and bright, and there was contact with thousands of evil palms. The two combat skills were a little repulsive at first, but they slowly merged under the careful control of Cai Yu. In the end, Cai Yu's hands turned gray, just a little miscellaneous.

"The devil obeys the order and enters the evil spirit!" Cai Yu gave the order.

That day, the devil's eyes struggled, but he couldn't resist the call of Cai Yu's soul. Suddenly, he turned into a trace of white smoke and entered the gray palms.

Cai Yu's hands immediately became very strange, and a wisp of white silk was constantly surrounded in a gray.

His expression was very cautious, staring at the power of the fusion of the two combat skills in his hand, and carefully removing the impurities in it, making the two more perfect fusion without rejection. In this process, the demon plays the role of a bridge, so that the power of the demon and the evil spirit continue to rub and merge.

Finally, after two hours, the two forces no longer repel each other and completely merge. The gray becomes more pure, and the wisp of white silk is as pure as snow.

Cai Yu grinned, and the void slapped out. There was a sense of darkness, as if there were countless fierce ghosts roaring and tens of thousands of soldiers killing. He took a step forward, turned his palm into claws, turned into a knife, and danced in the cave.

"I didn't expect that the magic finger and the thousand palms could be so perfectly integrated, but the combined power of the two is much greater than that used alone before. This combat skill can be turned into palm, fingering, and even if you are proficient, it can be integrated into swordsmanship. It can be called a magic style, which is also a combat skill created by Cai Yu.

Cai Yu muttered to himself, and his heart was in full bloom. Looking at Bai Qianjiao, she was still in a coma. He shook his head and sat down cross-legged, and he entered the cultivation of soul power. He has just broken into the eighth level, and before another big war, he must consolidate his realm as soon as possible to lay a solid foundation for the ninth level.

At this moment, in the vast sea of fog, some surviving strong people from all sides are looking for the passage on the eighth floor.

"This sea of fog is boundless. I don't know the depths. I have been on the seventh floor for three months, but I have never found the passage on the eighth floor. This fog is even more strange, which greatly limits my spiritual knowledge. According to this situation, even if the passage is not far from me, I can't detect it without approaching.

On a plain, a bearded man frowned and walked aimlessly. This person is Fan Tiancheng.

"I don't know if Luo Mian's guy entered the seventh floor, or did he have a mental breakdown in the maze?" Fan Tiancheng gloated and thought that there must be very few people who could discover the sixth mystery in his imagination. He also realized the mystery after sacrificing the lives of several of his men and got out of it.

"The fog in various places here is thick and sparse, which must be the key to finding the channel. Inheritance and inheritance, the test should be the heart. As long as you walk along the most foggy place and are not affected by those tyrannical spiritual energy, you may be able to find a channel.

"Hmm?" Fan Tiancheng suddenly looked up at the distant sky, where it was red and the energy of heaven and earth was messy.

"Who is the magic fighting method there? There is such a terrible power! Is it Luo Mian?" He thought about it and had a little impulse to go to that place.

"Forget it, the fog there is thin and it is not the right place to go. It is imperative to find the eighth channel as soon as possible. Tut, the inheritance of the Dakong Swordsman is getting closer and closer to me. Fan Tiancheng thought to himself, imagining how he would dominate after being inherited and make all forces bow their heads.

And in the opposite direction of Luo Mian, an enchanting woman frowned and also walked towards the foggy place. Lan Ji didn't know where she was. She finally found the descendant of Tianhu. If she missed it like this, I would be the sinner of the Meihu clan!"

In another place, a green-haired man pulled out the sword from the body of a fierce beast. The sword was bloody, but strangely, it was a broken sword.

He looked very cold, with bandages tied to his abdomen, and there were blood stains on it. Obviously, he was seriously injured.

He strode towards the vast sea of fog in front of him, with a trace of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes. Come on, let me see how dangerous the inheritance of the Dakong Swordsman is.

And in the deepest part of the endless fog sea, there are chilling laughter from time to time. It seems that there are tens of millions of wandering souls and millions of ghosts crying.

"Hey hey, come on, powerful flesh and blood essence, I can't wait to..."