Virtue is Abundant Chapter 48

"Using the power of countless admiration and admiration as a plow, in the silent country of death, you have discovered three abilities, and you are qualified to choose one of them:"

"1. Omen of the Shackles;"

"Prompt skill; you will see the power that kills you three seconds in advance, and immediately understand everything about it."

"2. The source of death;"

"The talent of the dead; you will gain a certain amount of death soul power, the effect is the same as that of soul power, and the amount is about one-third of your original soul power."

"3. Silent Magic Mist;"

"Special skill: With the help of the magic power of death, your soul instinct will be transformed into a silent magic fog. This magic fog will use your heart as a weather vane to show its characteristics and power in the kingdom of death."

"Additional notes:"

"No matter which item you choose, its initial level is 0."

"Remember: Death has the attribute of devouring. You can only increase the power of death skills by sacrificing other skills."

"Every time your ability increases, the power becomes stronger (nonsense, but I have to say it)."

"Death has no end, and neither does the power of death."

"Make every effort to improve your abilities!"

Wu Xiaode quickly read it and couldn't help clenching his fists.

This is it.

A skill that has never been known to all living beings.

The Cyclops don't even know!

The most important thing is that its power can be continuously improved without end!

Although it takes a lot of skills.

But I am not afraid of this.

——Only by using such power to fight against it, can there be a glimmer of hope for one's own destiny!

But how to choose?

His eyes fell on the "Omen of Chains".

This ability can see some kind of power that kills him three seconds in advance.

In general combat, it's really useful.

But facing the Cyclops is different——

Even if he knew that it was going to release crimson rays, would he be able to dodge it? can stop?

Run and can't escape, hit and can't hit.

no.

Wu Xiaode shook his head and looked at the second item, "The Source of Death".

Frankly speaking, this item is actually very useful, which is equivalent to directly adding one-third of the soul power.

But still the question.

It's useless against Cyclops!

The last item-

"Silent Magic Mist" can transform the original skill into a death skill.

Unlike the first two, it is a trait.

Its key point is to be able to "show its character and power in the realm of the dead".

In addition, although I don't know what it means to "take your xinxing as a weather vane", but judging by the logic of activating this wall by myself, we can fully know—

Cyclops did not know this skill from the realm of death.

Just choose this one!

Wu Xiaode said: "I choose the third one, Silent Magic Mist."

As soon as he finished speaking, the description text about the other two abilities disappeared immediately.

In the skeleton's eye socket, a small white flower bloomed slightly.

Lines of small ice crystal characters quickly appeared:

"You have acquired the ability: Silent Magic Mist (passive)."

"Silent Magic Mist, level: 0."

"Trait attribute: cannot be explored, cannot be dispelled."

"With the help of the magic of death, this magic fog is very in line with your heart and will assist you in fighting."

...I don't quite understand.

Wu Xiaode read it back and forth several times, but felt a little inexplicable.

But now there is no time for further research.

The bone dragon is making a forced landing!

The wind whistled in his ears, and the world quickly retreated backwards.

However, the bone dragon's movements were silent and almost imperceptible.

It exudes some kind of "field"-like power around it, turning all movements into nothingness.

It even flickered all over its body, emitting distorted light, gradually covering its surroundings, turning itself into an invisible state.

Even Wu Xiaode was shrouded in it.

finally.

The bone dragon drew a long trajectory in the fields outside the city and stopped in the endless field of rapeseed flowers.

Silent.

Wu Xiaode stepped on the bone dragon head and was about to jump down when he found that the phone rang again.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Where are you?" Zhao Junyu asked.

"In the rapeseed field in the western suburbs of the capital, it's best to send someone to deal with the bone dragon." Wu Xiaode said.

"Okay, don't worry about it, it will hide itself, we will send someone to receive it immediately." Another female voice said excitedly.

It sounded like the girl who called herself Zhao Junyu's sister.

"Then I'll be back first."

"Well, come back."

The phone hangs up.

Wu Xiaode jumped off the bone dragon and looked back.

——I can't see a big guy here at all.

This is very possible.

There will be no more commotion.

No one even noticed the movement here.

Wu Xiaode tapped his feet, quickly jumped onto the ridge, and walked straight forward along the country road. He wanted to get to the main road faster and take a car back to the city.

"Why don't you fly?" Crow asked.

"I want to think about the newly acquired ability." Wu Xiaode said.

As he walked, he thought silently.

The Silent Magic Mist uses one's own mind as a weather vane, thereby changing the existing skills.

So.

What is your own mind?

No clue.

Wu Xiaode made a few punches at will.

——No change.

How is this "Silent Magic Mist" used?

Just as he was thinking, he heard a roar from the road ahead.

A few young people surrounded a child with a schoolbag and were slapping their hands.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Wu Xiaode shouted.

The young people turned their heads and smiled, "Here comes another one, that's fine, hand over the change."

Wu Xiaode was stunned for a moment, then he slowed down and said, "I'm afraid you won't want to take it out."

"Arrogant! Come over and squat on the ground!" a young man shouted.

Wu Xiaode smiled and was about to move—

Boom!

An object fell from the leg of his trousers to the ground.

He looked down and saw a lead put on the ground.

Shot put...

Where did the shot put come from?

The Book of the Undead, floating in the air, was quietly opened, revealing a line of small words in ice crystals:

"The silent magic fog has protected you, turned into a vague fog, and began to play a role."

"Current level: lv0."

"At this level, the mist begins to bless you."

"For the first time, the mist tool is ready-made shot put."

Wu Xiaode looked around.

Sure enough, there was a faint gray mist.

This is the silent magic fog.

It turned out that when he saw that he was going to fight, the ability of the silent magic fog would start to play a role.

It directly gave itself a shot put.

asshole!

Why do you need a shot put to beat these little bastards!

Wu Xiaode calmly picked up the shot put and said with a smile, "Everyone, I'm a shot put player, so it's normal for a shot put to fall out of my pants."

"Damn, stinky boy..." Several young people stared at him and cursed fiercely.

Wu Xiaode didn't want to spare them, so he just kept walking.

Boom!

Another thing fell to the ground from the hem of his shirt.

Wu Xiaode looked down.

I saw that it was a dark barbell, thick and big, smashing the ground into a hole.

The eyes of those young people shrank.

Wu Xiaode also felt something was wrong.

It's just to deal with a few ordinary people, why do you always manifest this kind of thing for yourself?

Right now, I have to explain the past first, so as not to let the person on the opposite side realize that something is wrong.

"Don't worry about it, everyone, I'm a shot put thrower, and I have to practice the barbell every day. It's reasonable, right?"

Wu Xiaode bent down, picked up the barbell, and explained patiently.

Who would have guessed that just as he got up, a cold light fell from his sleeve with a "swoosh" and stuck straight on the ground.

Machete.

Yes.

This is a machete about half the length of the body.

It fell out of Wu Xiaode's sleeve and stuck on the ground, looking quite sharp.

God knows how it fell out of the sleeve.

"Aha, well, actually, I usually do some part-time jobs, such as magic tricks." Wu Xiaode said.

when!

A crisp sound.

Everyone looked down together, and saw a pitch-black object fell out of his pocket and hit the machete, making a metal knocking sound.

gun.

pistol.

"are you crazy!"

A few young people couldn't hold back, they turned around and ran, and after a while they turned around the alley and disappeared.

The kid with the schoolbag ran over, gave him a salute, and said, "Thank you, uncle."

"My brother, I'm not even eighteen yet." Wu Xiaode said with a stare.

"Thank you, brother."

"Well, be careful in the future, don't be entangled by this group of garbage."

"I see."

The child seemed a little afraid of him, turned around and ran away.

Only Wu Xiaode was left standing there.

He looked at the shot put and barbell in his hand, and at the knife and gun on the ground, and sighed.

"No, it is said that the silent magic fog should be the skill of the dead world."

"—Why did you drop the shot put?"

He looked towards the Book of the Undead~www.mtlnovel.com~ and saw that a line of small ice crystals had already appeared on the Book of the Undead:

"Silence Magic Mist is indeed an extremely rare trait skill in the world of death. Depending on the user, it will be very in line with the user's nature."

"But just now it just embarrassed me." Wu Xiaode spread his hands.

Two more lines of small ice crystals appeared:

"Please respect this skill."

"You must know that the most fashionable skills in the world of death now are the 'social death' skills."

Wu Xiaode's forehead swelled, and he said loudly, "But why let the master of the skill die!"

Another line of small ice crystals:

"What the fog manifests is not a random choice, but comes from your nature and is a projection of your own fighting style."

"But why does my instinct drop the shot put?" Wu Xiaode asked persistently.

The Book of the Undead was silent, and a few lines of small ice crystal words appeared:

"It produces the shot according to your xinxing."

"In terms of fighting, there is only one word to describe your character."

"What word?" Wu Xiaode asked with interest.

A bright red bold font appeared on the page:

"dirty."

——Your sister!

Wu Xiaode was furious, threw the shot put and the barbell on the ground, turned around and left.

I'm dirty?

It's a matter of life and death for you, and it's not a treat for dinner. You actually call me dirty!

Fighting is about unscrupulous tactics!

The shot put, barbell, and knife and fork suddenly turned into mist and flew back to him.

Seeing that he was gone, the Book of the Dead hurriedly chased after him.

(Thanks to book friend Xixi, the leader of the alliance for the reward, the boss is very generous, I will continue to work hard to write well!)

Chapter end