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The mark vanished.
The Dragon Knight stood rigidly on the ground, as if made of metal. Zuo Ci sought to confirm his suspicions. He fused the Mizhi Vajra and Wicked Vajra with the two Dragon Knights, causing a black ghostly face mark to appear on their foreheads. That was the mark of the Wan Hun Formation.
Indeed, the Fu Long Lineage's Spell resonated with his own. Oh no, it was clearly a case of them stealing his Spell. How shameful!
Zuo Ci waved his sleeve, and two towering figures transformed into a streak of light that darted inside. The Sleeve Universe belonged to Space-Type Spells. It could not only capture Dragon Veins but also conceal objects.
Zuo Ci suspected that this Spell had some connection to the Dao Domain. Could it be that one needed to cultivate the Dao Realm to create a Dao Domain as a medium for practicing Shen Tong?
Learning without thinking leads to confusion. Zuo Ci was a diligent student who loved to learn. He decided to investigate further, planning to capture more Dragon Knights for experimentation.
Mr. Fang, there seems to be something terrifying ahead; Tu Long Wang was filled with fear and dared not proceed!
Hong Niangzi's expression changed slightly. She was connected with the Large Python, which was continuously transmitting feelings of fear through its spiritual sense.
Oh? Zuo Ci's expression grew serious. Ailao Mountain had long been known as a forbidden zone for cultivation; even the Old Celestial Master would not dare venture deeply within.
Rumors had it that people had seen True Dragons and Zhen Feng, these ancient beasts, within the mountain. Some even claimed to have witnessed immortals there, suggesting that this place held methods for achieving immortality. Immortals!
What an ancient and forbidden name it is. Zuo Ci had always been cautious, so he would naturally avoid dangerous places. He waved his hand, and a towering figure appeared before him, the Dragon Knight, the Flesh, the Mizhi Vajra.
At this moment, its soul had already consumed the will of the Flesh's master, revealing its true form—many hands and many feet. This creature had flesh and blood and could be resurrected again by the Wan Hun Fan and Sha Qi, making it an excellent scapegoat.
"Go!" Zuo Ci commanded.
The Mizhi Vajra let out a furious roar and strode boldly into the misty mountains ahead.
"My eyes are your eyes; my body is your body! The Three Souls and Seven Spirits are all present, and the five senses are interconnected!"
"Command!" Zuo Ci formed a seal with his fingers, his expression solemn. This was the Gong Ling Spell, which allowed him to connect his five senses with the puppet. They could share vision without experiencing pain. When the puppet was destroyed, only his mind would be severed.
Through the Mizhi Vajra's perspective, Zuo Ci could see that Ailao Mountain was shrouded in a thick miasma year-round, so dense that one could not see their own hand in front of their face. This miasma could even affect the soul. It felt as if his mind was being corroded by the Miasma.
The surface of the Mizhi Vajra's body was covered in armor that shimmered with an azure-black brilliance at a visible speed.
Hisssss...
A sharp screech echoed from deep within, and Zuo Ci's fingers twitched slightly as he controlled the Mizhi Vajra with his mind, holding a golden wheel ready to summon at the first sign of trouble.
Suddenly, a figure resembling a monkey shot out from the Miasma with incredible speed, like autumn leaves swept away by a brisk wind.
A sharp, elongated crimson object shot out from that strange figure. Zuo Ci, through the Mizhi Vajra's vision, realized that it was actually a tongue covered in saliva. The entire surface was lined with dense barbs, and at the tip of the tongue was a circular orifice, with jagged teeth interlocking like a saw.
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