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And now it's different.

It fell on Mu Zian.

"boom...."

Amidst the sudden roar, Mu Zian's entire body was shaken.

In a trance, there is an inexplicable energy circulating in the body.

"This is the talent fog."

Slowly raising the branch, wisps of white mist spewed out from this branch.

These fogs are not simple.

Because, at this time, the fog moves with the heart.

Wisp after wisp of white mist was actually like a small snake, circling and rising around Mu Zian's branches.

"Forehead...."

After a while of silence, Mu Zian realized that he had certain control over the mist.

However, think about it too.

The mist was formed by his spiritual power.

Of course he can control it.

"Fog is essentially formed by the condensation of tiny water droplets."

"And I have the talent to condense water."

After careful consideration, Mu Zian has discovered the key.

His talents seem to be able to cooperate with each other.

However, Mu Zian still needs to think about this for a while.

And now,

More is supposed to be....

"Boom..."

Accompanied by an extremely terrifying roar, the spiritual power in Mu Zian's body was activated.

And in the next moment,

Countless white mist drilled out from every 'pore' of Mu Zian.

Straws and strands, a steady stream.

In just a short while, half of Gulan Temple was shrouded in white mist.

"More than 1 spiritual powers have spawned so much fog."

Thinking like this, Mu Zian already found that half of the spiritual power in his body had recovered.

This is the benefit of having an underground spirit river.

It seems that there is a "back to blue spring", and the amount of blue water is always sufficient.

And in this way...he can rely on spiritual power to continuously create fog until it completely covers its territory.

And at that time, a small 'Fog Forbidden Land' will appear.

What is a forbidden place?

Those who set foot, die.

With the fog shrouded in it, Mu Zi'an could strike without any scruples.

Except for the existence above the innate, the rest of the people are all buried in the earth when they step on the ground.

As for the third realm above innate, the fourth realm...

Give Mu Zian some time to develop.

When he grows up, Mu Zian doesn't mind keeping him.

Thinking of this, Mu Zian also had some expectations.

"The next step is to tinker with this talent, by the way..."

Saying this, Mu Zian's eyes fell on Qing Mang who was not far away.

"Gulu, Gulu..."

The tree roots ruthlessly plunged into Qing Mang's body, and began to swallow continuously, and inexplicable power kept pouring into Mu Zian's body.

"The Almighty King of the Female President"

This guy's talent for deadly venom, naturally Mu Zian would not let it go.

Perhaps, he can also perfectly integrate the two talents to create a poisonous mist that contains poisonous gas.

It's just that, I'm afraid there will be no grass and no living things near Mu Zian.

This is not so good.

Mu Zian couldn't move.

He needs prey, come to him.

As for A Lang, Xiaobai and these monsters help him hunt.

It can only be said that it is a way of hunting.

Occasionally, he also needs to hunt by himself.

...

Time passed slowly, and it was already midnight in the blink of an eye.

At this time, it was late at night.

However, the Gulan Temple was completely quiet.

The returning A Lang, Xiao Bai, and Baihu Ya'er all stared blankly at the two innate monsters lying deep in the temple.

They are not dead yet.

It has to be said that the vitality of innate monsters is very tenacious.

Even if he was robbed of his talent, he didn't die immediately.

It's just that, even so, they are still angry, and their eyes gradually lose their light.

"farewell."

"I will make good use of your talents."

As the words fell, Mu Zian's branches landed between the eyebrows of the two innate monsters one after another.

One hit kill.

No more pain.

At this time, Mu Zian realized that his evolution point had skyrocketed.

More than 500.

"A monster beast of the innate level actually brought me two or three hundred evolution points."

In a daze, Mu Zian was also speechless.

Sure enough, the more powerful the life form, the more evolution points it will bring.

There are hundreds of innate monsters.

So what about the third realm and the fourth realm?

Thousands, or tens of thousands.

not sure.

But from this point of view, Mu Zian only needs to hunt the strong in the future to meet the daily needs of the evolutionary point.

"I will never admit that I once considered massacring the city, or massacring beasts."

After muttering a few words in his heart, Mu Zian also pressed down this thought immediately.

Not to mention how crazy the idea is.

Killing like this alone will arouse the anger of heaven and the people.

Maybe, become a public enemy.

This runs counter to Mu Zi'an's 'Gou Dao' proposition.

Killing, yes.

But you have to be sneaky, or put the blame on someone.

He needs to hide in the shadows, never to be found.

This is the first rule of Mu Zian's survival - to be unknown and unknown.

...

But at this time, the two innate monsters were completely eliminated, and then Mu Zian separated most of Qingmang's corpse.

"I'll leave these to you, don't let me down."

As he said that, Mu Zian had already thrown part of Qing Mang's body to A Lang, Xiao Bai and other monsters.

"Aww, aww..."

"Hiss, hisss..."

During the roars again and again, these monsters were also extremely excited.

The corpses of monster beasts at the innate level are no less than a fortune-telling to them.

If they are lucky, they may even usher in a qualitative change.

As for the white fox Ari, Mu Zian also arranged for one.

Although this little guy has not been with Mu Zian not long ago, he has good strength and is worth cultivating.

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

Smiling meaningfully, Mu Zian looked at Baihu Ya'er with a touch of anticipation.

For this little guy, Mu Zian still attaches great importance to it.

Chapter 75 Mysterious Fog

Thick fog filled the space between the sky and the earth, as if an extremely thick and wide curtain had descended from the sky, making people unable to see the distant scenery.

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"Ow, ooh..."

Roaring one after another, A Lang led the pack of wolves through the thick fog.

It's just that Alang feels very strange.

Where does this fog come from.

Not some time ago.

But in the past few days, the fog around the monastery has become thicker and thicker.

No sign of going away at all.

Not only Ah Lang, White Snake, and White Fox Ya'er looked at the mist, but there was also a touch of doubt in their expressions.

"This fog is weird."

While muttering in her heart, Baihu Ya'er sensed a very familiar fluctuation from the mist.

As if realizing something, it slowly raised its eyes and looked at the willow tree rooted deep in the Gulan Temple not far away.

"Is that it?"