Monster Refining System Chapter 982: What is great freedom
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Mission magic, in fact, he had seen Dao perform once on that day before.
But--
On that day, Dao was only able to spread the mist in the misty divine art to about a hundred meters around the body.
But--
Now this is a hundred li, all covered by clouds and mist.
So--
The attacks of this illusory figure are all mixed in this cloud and fog.
Can I distinguish the attack of the phantom figure from the cloud and mist?
Is this unfavourable self-consciousness skill still useful?
Xia Fukun doesn't know.
Behind him, the continuous galaxy like a river was also presented by Xia Fukun at this moment. The river converged behind Xia Fukun, and then continued to spread, enveloping Xia Fukun's body, and wrapped Xia Fukun's body in it.
"Do you want to use the power of the galaxy to protect your body?"
In the mist, there was a sound of mockery.
This sound seems to appear in every corner of the clouds.
Xia Fukun couldn't tell where the phantom figure was.
It was also at this time that the clouds behind Xia Fukun suddenly dispersed.
Xia Fukun's eyelids twitched.
The body made a dodge movement involuntarily.
Next--
The cloud and mist crashed on Xia Fukun's previous location like a gathering of three flowers.
"Rumble—"
The whole ground trembled.
Xia Fukun just dodged, and there was another whistling sound behind him.
Xia Fukun's body showed an irregular movement, and then another whistling sound came.
Xia Fukun's body is constantly twisting, constantly avoiding one attack after another.
But--
With the passing of time.
The injuries on Xia Fukun's body are getting more and more.
Its movements have also begun to slow down.
The power of the galaxy in his body is also declining.
This level of attack, this level of consumption, to be honest, has surpassed the limits of Xia Fukun’s body...
"Damn it, if this continues, I won't be directly consumed alive?"
Xia Fukun cursed in his heart.
"Hehehe, you don't have to be too sluggish, the previous host, after turning on the third layer of the Misty system, it took a whole thousand years to get Misty magic."
It was also at this time, in the mist, the sound of the misty system came again.
"Shut up!"
Xia Fukun glared at the sky.
"We are different!"
He doesn't know where the illusory figure is, but now he feels that the entire cloud and mist are like the illusion figure. No matter where the attack is, it is almost a whole cloud, and you can launch an attack on yourself.
"What's the difference?"
Amidst the clouds, a fluttering voice came again.
It was also this time that Xia Fukun suddenly opened his head, and he wondered, if he uses the holy eye at this time, would he be able to see the phantom figure in the cloud?
Think of it here.
Suddenly, a touch of gold appeared in Xia Fukun's eyes.
Next--
In the sky, a huge golden eye appeared.
After these golden eyes appeared, the clouds and mist around them all dispersed a little.
However, this holy eye can't compare to the system after all. Therefore, just pushing away the clouds and mist around him, there is no way to dispel all the clouds and mist.
"Oh, I almost forgot, you still have this holy eye. But what is the use of this holy eye?"
Disdain, ridicule.
This voice heard Xia Fukun's ears, and Xia Fukun's entire face became gloomy.
"Holy Eye, open!"
Xia Fukun yelled angrily.
Next--
The huge eye in the sky opened in vain.
A golden light shone from those eyes.
Falling on the clouds and mist surrounding Xia Fukun.
Where the golden light passes, although the clouds and mists have not completely dispersed, they have become much thinner.
Xia Fukun narrowed his eyes.
Somewhere where the golden light passed, he saw an illusory figure, looking at himself with a sneer with Erlang's legs folded.
"I found you!"
Xia Fukun sneered, and in the next second, he took the initiative to attack. With a kick of his feet and a kick on the ground, he passed directly towards the place where the phantom figure was.
Just--
When I arrived in front of the illusory figure, Xia Fukun suddenly remembered something...
I can’t attack this illusory figure!
If you attacked the opponent, wouldn't the injured be his own?
Thinking of this, Xia Fukun's fist that was about to fall on the opponent's face suddenly retracted.
Seeing this, there was an exclamation on the face of the illusory figure, and then turned into a disdainful sneer.
Of course, Xia Fukun couldn't see anything under the effect of the mosaic. I saw the mosaic twitching constantly...
"I didn't expect you to be able to see through the first layer of this misty magic, but this is just the simplest routine operation of misty magic."
"And, even if you see through it, what about it?"
"Do you dare to hit me? Stupid."
The illusory figure became more and more terrifying.
Xia Fukun's body has been twitching.
He actually wanted to smoke this phantom figure.
But there is no way.
Because I hit the opponent, I was injured.
But--
This illusory figure persecuted itself again and again.
Isn’t this forcing yourself to commit a crime?
If Xia Fukun still has the technique of regeneration, then he will definitely draw the opponent directly. The big deal is that everyone died together, and no one should think about it. As long as their body is not completely wiped out, they will be able to recover.
But now...
I don’t have the art of regeneration...
However, watching this illusory figure has been jumping around. Xia Fukun couldn't bear it again.
He looked at the phantom figure in front of him, a question lingering in his head.
What the **** is this freely minded work?
What is this great way of freedom?
If you have to suppress yourself everywhere, can this great way of freedom really grow? If there is a limit everywhere, will this free power really become stronger?
This question flashed through Xia Fukun's mind.
The attack of the phantom figure struck again.
But this moment.
Xia Fukun did not dodge.
Looking at the other party's punch, Xia Fukun directly stretched out his hand and pinched the fist in his palm.