Showdown, I'm a tree

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With the fog blocking, Mu Zian also lost some scruples.

When you practice, you become more daring.

Today, the sky is covered with white fog.

Deep in the earth, there are tree roots entrenched.

The sky and the ground are all 'defense lines' arranged by Mu Zian.

It is extremely difficult to avoid Mu Zian's perception and get close to him.

If there really is such a strong person, then even if Mu Zian carefully hides it, it will be of little use.

After all, that must be a strong man beyond Mu Zian's imagination.

Presumably, one slap can kill Mu Zian.

...

After practicing for a period of time, Mu Zian also began to sharpen his abilities.

He is capable of more.

However, his root lies in the roots of the tree.

Now he is more training the ability to control the roots.

"Huh, huh..."

One sound after another pierced through the air, one after another black tree roots danced back and forth in the temple, like a black python, heavy and powerful.

Even if a giant tiger hits it, it probably won't die and shed a layer of skin.

Just, that's not enough.

"I don't know what I think, can I?"

While murmuring in his heart, Mu Zian was already staring closely at a tree root not far away.

This tree root is a part of Mu Zian's root.

Outflowing from the ground.

A soaring sky.

Now it is exposed to the ground, with a height of one or two meters.

Just, it's not important.

The important thing is that there are many roots on this black tree root.

These roots, like fluff, spread all over the body.

And Mu Zian is now controlling these roots.

"Shua, Shua..."

Amidst the repeated piercings, these roots grew like crazy.

In a blink of an eye, a tree root covered with countless half-meter-long 'fluff' emerged in the temple.

"It might work?"

A little uncertain, but Mu Zian still plans to try.

Steady his mind, he manipulated these 'roots' again.

These roots are like silk threads, weaving continuously around the roots of the tree.

Yes, knitting.

In just a short while, a humanoid figure with four limbs and the height of a man emerged.

And this is Mu Zian's attempt.

Relying on the continuous weaving of tree roots, a 'humanoid doll' is finally condensed.

It can also be said to be a 'scarecrow'.

It is naturally impossible to want it to become a real person.

And Mu Zian didn't dare to think that way.

He just felt innocently funny.

By the way, he wants to walk in the hazy mist in another posture.

The hazy fog is his best cover.

Then, as long as he condenses a "lifelike" human figure with tree roots, he can wear human clothes to achieve the effect of being fake.

This is very useful.

For example, Mu Zian used such a posture to kill human beings.

People who don't know think it's fratricide.

That would be fun for sure.

Moreover, this can also exercise Mu Zian's ability to control tree roots.

Just like now, the 'doll' he wove with tree roots is extremely ugly, even the outline is a bit bloated.

This is Mu Zian's manipulation of the roots, which is not delicate enough.

"I remember that there is a kind of technique, which seems to be called 'Wood Clone'. It uses branches, twists and twists them continuously, and then turns into a humanoid clone. The appearance is extremely realistic, and it can even be confused with the real one."

"I don't know, can I develop a similar ability?"

...

Murmuring in his heart, Mu Zian also showed anticipation.

Such ability is very interesting.

He has thousands of roots.

If such ability is really developed, thousands of tree roots will all turn into different animals, or 'humanoid'.

Really, one man is a thousand troops.

However, thinking about it, it's impossible.

He is now controlling thousands of tree roots, but his scalp is numb and his energy is not enough.

Not to mention, such delicate manipulation of thousands of "humanoid postures" or the roots of "other postures".

The spiritual demands on him must have reached an unimaginable level.

Chapter 82 The Terrible Two Abilities

Mu Zian doesn't have high demands on himself.

It's just pure hope that he can improve a little every day.

Whether it's the growth of spiritual power or the polishing of abilities, it's fine.

In the past few days, Mu Zi'an could clearly feel that his control over the roots was steadily increasing.

Slowly raising his eyes, Mu Zian saw a human figure appearing in the courtyard of the ancient temple.

This is a human figure entwined, twisted, and condensed by the roots of Mu Zian's tree.

From a distance, it is no different from ordinary human beings.

But if you look carefully, you can definitely find that its whole body is woven with extremely slender black roots.

And this is indeed a 'scarecrow'-like existence.

As for how he walks?

Naturally, there was an invisible root that supported his entire body.

This root is like a silk thread, but it is connected to Mu Zian's body, and connected to Mu Zian's tree roots buried deep in the earth.

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A steady stream of spiritual power poured into the body of this human figure from this root, giving it a certain degree of mobility.

"Raise your hand."

While murmuring softly, Mu Zian had already seen this human figure, and tremblingly raised his arms.

not bad.

Although it was as stiff as an old man, it was trembling even more.

But that was all due to Mu Zian's unskilled manipulation.

Moreover, Mu Zian didn't need it to fight.

He just simply condenses and exercises his control over spiritual power.

"Manipulating such a humanoid puppet is a test of my delicate control of spiritual power."

While murmuring in his heart, Mu Zi'an already thought of a word in human practice - nuanced.

Everyone has a different degree of control over the spiritual power in the body.

And some powerful beings have reached the level of 'mindfulness' in manipulating the spiritual power in their bodies.

This realm is terrifying.

Their manipulation of spiritual power is extremely delicate and exquisite, and every fraction of spiritual power in their bodies can be used as fractions.

Not only can it greatly enhance their own combat power, but it can also extend their battery life and reduce unnecessary waste and consumption.

And this realm seems to be a threshold for the third realm of human beings—the Grandmaster Realm.

For those who are born strong, if they want to set foot in the realm of a master, they must control their spiritual power in a subtle way.

"This should be one of the reasons why the power of the master master far exceeds that of the innate powerhouse."

Thinking like this, Mu Zian also expected that his manipulation of spiritual power would reach this level.

...

The night was getting darker.

The gray mist continued to spread into the distance.

Every day, at a speed of ten meters, or even 20 meters, it advances towards the distance.

It is estimated that in half a month, the entire Green Snake Mountain will be enveloped.

At that time, many snake monsters in the depths of the Green Snake Mountain would also come into Mu Zian's eyes.

However, at this time, if you pay attention, you will definitely find that there are one after another human figures on the edge of the fog, slowly rising from the ground.

They were hidden in the mist, unable to see clearly.

Only the outline of a human figure can be seen.

However, even this made the mist look more mysterious and terrifying.

Shrouded in white mist, the figure is hazy.

It feels extremely unreal.

But at this time,

"This kind of 'root puppet' can't hide from these snake monsters. They rely on smell to hunt, but my tree root puppet has no human smell."

While talking softly, Mu Zian's tree roots slowly relaxed, turning into black pythons one after another, shuttling through the white mist.

He made a rule for himself.

Only shot in the white mist.

Moreover, the shot was still within 100 meters from the edge of the white mist.

The fog here is the thickest.