Virtue is Abundant

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

"1. Omen of shackles;"

"Instant 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 get a certain amount of death soul power, the effect is the same as soul power, and the amount is about one-third of your original soul power."

"3. Silent magic fog;"

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

"Additional instructions:"

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

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

"Every time your ability increases, the power will become stronger (nonsense but talk about it)."

"Death has no end, nor the power of death."

"Go all out to improve your abilities!"

Wu Xiaode read it quickly, and couldn't help but clenched his fists.

This is it.

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

Cyclops doesn't know either!

Most importantly, its power can be continuously increased 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 Shackles".

This ability can see a certain force that kills oneself three seconds in advance.

In general combat, it's really useful.

But facing the Cyclops is different——

Even if you know it's going to release crimson rays, can you avoid it? Can you stop it?

You can't run but you can't run away, you can't fight but you can't fight.

no.

Wu Xiaode shook his head, looking at the second item "Fountain of Death".

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

But still the problem.

No use against Cyclops!

The last item—

Unlike the first two, it's a trait.

Its key point is to be able to "display its characteristics and powers in the realm of the dead".

In addition, although I don't know what it means to "take your heart as the vane", but judging by the logic of activating this wall, I can definitely know——

Cyclops is unaware of this skill from the realm of the dead.

Just pick this one!

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

As soon as the voice fell, the explanatory text about the other two abilities disappeared immediately.

In the eye sockets of the skeleton, small white flowers bloomed slightly.

Lines of small ice crystal characters quickly appeared:

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

"Silent magic fog, level: 0."

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

"With the help of the magic power of death, this magic mist is very suitable for your heart, and will assist you in battle."

... I don't quite understand.

Wu Xiaode looked back and forth several times, but felt a little baffled.

But now there is no time to study any further.

The bone dragon is making an emergency landing!

The wind howled in my ears, and the world quickly retreated backwards.

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

It exudes a 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, making itself invisible.

Even Wu Xiaode was shrouded in it.

finally.

The bone dragon drew a long track in the field outside the city, and stopped in the endless rapeseed field.

Silence.

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

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Where are you?" Zhao Junyu asked.

"The rapeseed field in the western suburbs of the capital, it's best to send someone over 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 it was 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.

That's fine.

There will be no more commotion.

No one even noticed the movement around here.

Wu Xiaode tapped his feet, jumped onto the ridge of the field quickly, and walked straight along the country road, wanting to get to the main road quickly and take a car back to the city.

"Why don't you fly?" asked the crow.

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

As he walked, he thought silently.

Silent Magic Mist uses one's own character as a weathervane to change existing skills.

So.

What is your xinxing?

I have no idea.

Wu Xiaode threw out a few punches casually.

—No change.

How is this "silent magic fog" used?

Just as he was thinking, he heard a shout coming from the side of 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.

Those young people turned their heads to look, and said with a smile: "Here comes another one, very good, hand over the change."

Wu Xiaode was stunned, his steps slowed down, and he said, "I'm afraid that you won't dare to take it out."

"Arrogance! Get over here and squat on the ground!" a young man shouted.

Wu Xiaode smiled, and was about to take a step——

Bang!

Something fell from his pant leg to the ground.

He looked down and saw an extra shot put on the ground.

shot put...

Where did the shot put come from?

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

"The silent magic mist has protected your body and turned into a faint mist, starting to play a role."

"Current level: lv0."

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

"For the first time, the mist tool has become a shot put."

Wu Xiaode looked around.

Sure enough, there was a layer of faint gray mist.

This is the silent magic fog.

It turned out that if he wanted to fight, the ability of Silent Magic Mist would start to work.

It directly made a shot put for itself.

asshole!

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

Wu Xiaode picked up the shot put calmly, and said with a smile: "Everyone, I am a shot put player, so it is normal for a shot put to fall out of my trousers."

"Damn it, brat..." Several young people stared at him and cursed fiercely.

Wu Xiaode didn't want to spare them, so he simply walked on.

Bang!

Another object fell from the hem of his shirt to the floor.

Wu Xiaode looked down.

I saw that it was a dark and dark barbell, thick and big, which smashed a hole in the ground.

The eyes of those young people shrank.

Wu Xiaode also felt that something was wrong.

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

Right now, I have to explain the past, lest the person on the other side notice something is wrong.

"Don't worry, everyone. I throw shot put. I have to practice the barbell every day. It's reasonable."

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

Unexpectedly, just as he got up, a cold light fell from his sleeve with a "shua", and stuck straight to the ground.

Machete.

Yes.

It was a machete about half the length of his 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, in fact, I usually do some part-time jobs, such as doing magic tricks." Wu Xiaode said.

when!

There was a crisp sound.

Everyone looked down together, only to see a dark object falling out of his pocket and hitting the machete, making a metal knocking sound.

gun.

pistol.

"are you crazy!"

A few young men couldn't hold back any longer, they turned around and ran away, turned around the alley after a while, and were nowhere to be seen.

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

"Brother, I'm not even eighteen yet." Wu Xiaode stared.

"Thank you brother."

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

"I see."

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

Only Wu Xiaode was left standing in place.

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

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

"—why did you drop the shot put?"

He looked towards the Book of the Dead.

I saw a line of small ice crystal characters already appearing on the Book of the Dead:

"The Silent Magic Mist is indeed an extremely rare special skill in the world of death. Depending on the user, it will be extremely 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 crystal characters appeared:

"Please be sure to respect this skill."

"You know, the most popular skill in the death world is the 'social death' skill."

The veins on Wu Xiaode's forehead swelled, and he said loudly: "But why do you want the master of the skill to die!"

Another line of small ice crystal characters:

"The things that appear in the mist are not chosen randomly, but come from your nature, and are the projection of your own fighting style."

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

The Book of the Dead fell silent, and a few lines of small ice crystal characters appeared:

"It produces shot puts according to your heart."

"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 to the ground, turned around and left.

I'm dirty?

This is a matter of life and death, and it's not a dinner party. You actually called me dirty!

Fighting is all about using any means!

Shot puts, barbells, knives and guns suddenly turned into mist and flew back to him.

Seeing him go, Book of the Dead quickly chased after him.

(Thank you for the reward from the book friend, Young Master Xixi, the leader, the boss is generous, I will continue to work hard to write well!)