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When misfortune touches the merit condensed on the hibiscus tree branches, like cold water falling into a hot iron pot, a large amount of smoke evaporates instantly.

The smoke dissipated, and a translucent monster less than the size of a palm appeared on the spot.

This monster is slimy and looks very soft, with a golden-red branch stuck on its head.

The little monster blinked its round eyes, and then slowly opened its mouth toward Kong Wanqing: "Ugh!"

Kong Wanqing: "..."

What's going on with Shrek Academy's luck?

How come Qi Luck turned into a slimy soft monster?

kinda...

Nausea.

No, I should say it's disgusting.

Kong Wanqing looked at the slimy monster and subconsciously took half a step back.

The little monster didn't know what Kong Wanqing was thinking at this time, nor did he know how much Kong Wanqing disliked it. After instinctively jumping on the spot, it "swimmed" towards Kong Wanqing very happily: "Ugh. Uh~"

Seeing the little monster of luck getting closer and closer to him, Kong Wanqing finally couldn't help but coldly stretched out his hand and pulled the hibiscus tree branch off the little monster's head.

So, with a "bang" sound, the translucent little monster turned back into a ball of gas, but it was more than half smaller than before.

The color is exactly the same as the little monster, almost translucent white.

There are eight colors of luck, white is the middle level.

But Kong Wanqing didn't pay too much attention to the ball of luck that was no bigger than a palm. Instead, he took out a tissue from his sleeve and carefully wiped the hibiscus tree branch in his hand.

——Although the branches were clean and there were no stains on them, he just felt that they were dirty for some reason.

After wiping it twice, he still felt uncomfortable. Kong Wanqing simply wrapped the branches in paper towels and held them in his hands, intending to take them to the mountain stream behind to wash them before talking about anything else.

However, just when Kong Wanqing closed the tissue, the movements of his hands suddenly stopped.

Not right.

How could the breath be so weak?

Fuso is a part of the Fuso sacred tree. The merits and luck accumulated by the Fuso sacred tree since ancient times are not only unique, but also extremely terrifying.

Why did he only activate such a small amount of merit just now, but the breath of the hibiscus tree branches was almost undetectable?

Kong Wanqing frowned slowly, took out the hibiscus tree branch again, scratched his fingertips with his nails, used blood as ink, and drew blood-colored spells in the air with his hands. At the same time, the flying stars in the Nine Palaces moved with the flow under his feet.

Following his movements, a blood-colored formation exuding a terrifying aura slowly emerged. Rays of golden-red light escaped from the hibiscus tree branches, and finally converged into the center of the formation, forming a tree with dark red branches and bright leaves. The golden shadow of the giant tree.

Kong Wanqing, who had closed his eyes at some point, stopped, formed a seal with his hands, accurately shot a ray of light into the hibiscus tree branches, and let out a light scolding.

"amnesty!"

The dark red hibiscus tree branches with golden veins trembled, and slowly fell towards the center of the circle, overlapping with the shadow of the sacred hibiscus tree.

However, the moment Kong Wanqing opened his eyes, a ray of light suddenly burst out from the hibiscus tree branches, and the blood-colored light shot into the sky, dyeing almost half of the sky red.

The vision came and went as quickly as it came. In an instant, the bloody light in the sky disappeared without a trace, as if nothing happened.

Kong Wanqing didn't notice the vision just now, or he did, but his mind was all on the thing in front of him.

——On the ground, there are three blood-red stones as big as pigeon eggs lying quietly in the magic circle.

These three stones are of different sizes and in different positions.

That is……

Kong Wanqing slowly tightened his palms, his face looking a little ugly.

Of course he knew what it was, because it was the blood lead he specially summoned by setting up a blood formation and activating the remaining merit in the Fuso tree.

——Blood Drawing is a spirit-seeking technique created by the humans in Nanzhan continent in order to find the corpses of their relatives who died in battle. It only needs to put an object contaminated with the breath of the deceased into the magic circle, and it can summon The bleeding leads to the location of the deceased.

Even if the deceased was dismembered by five horses, all the missing parts can be found through blood.

At this time, there are three blood citations summoned using the hibiscus tree branches as a medium, which means that the hibiscus tree is divided into three parts, and they are in three places in different directions.

But the hibiscus tree branch in his hand was in complete shape, with no trace of it being forcibly divided.

In this case, someone stole the power from the hibiscus tree branches.

"Wan Qing! Are you okay?"

Kong Wanqing put away the hibiscus branches and three blood guides with his backhand. He turned around and saw Flanders, who looked quite nervous. He shook his head: "Nothing happened."

Flanders breathed a sigh of relief, put away the soul power that leaked out of his body, and then pointed to the sky: "Then... what happened just now?"

——After Xue Yuan leaves the magic circle, the magic circle will disappear immediately, so Flanders did not see it when he arrived.

Kong Wanqing followed the direction of Flender's finger, glanced at the sky, and then said calmly: "The vision just now was caused by me."

Kong Wanqing didn't explain anything.

The theft of Fuso's power was his fault alone, and it would be useless to talk to Flandre.

Seeing Kong Wanqing's unwillingness to say anything, Flender closed his mouth and swallowed all his doubts back in his stomach: "As long as you're fine."

A smile appeared on Kong Wanqing's lips: "Thank you, Dean, for your concern. I will pay attention next time and try not to cause any commotion."

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay." Flanders waved his hand: "I just came over to check on the situation. Since there's nothing wrong, I won't bother you here. You can continue."

After saying that, Flanders, who had come in a hurry, left quickly, and stopped Zhao Wuji, who was belatedly arriving, and then pulled him away from the woods.

Back in the office, Zao Wuji broke away from Flanders' hand and asked, "Hey Flanders, what was that burst of red light just now? Why didn't you let me go over and have a look?"

When Flanders recalled Kong Wanqing, the first thing that came to mind was not his extremely childish face, but his extremely reassuring calmness.

When Kong Wanqing was talking to him, Flanders would always subconsciously ignore his age and treat him as a peer.

But the burst of red light just now gave him a little fear.

At the same time, I also recalled what Shao Xin said back then.

Flanders sighed softly: "Old Zhao, it is very possible that Kong Wanqing is not an ordinary person."

"You don't need to tell me? I've seen it a long time ago." Zhao Wuji subconsciously touched the newly bandaged wound and curled his lips: "Normally, a 12-year-old boy could easily defeat me." Soul Saint?

Also, can a 12-year-old boy create that kind of...formation that can trap you, Flanders, for a full quarter of an hour?

If someone really could be so powerful at the age of 12, I would eat the teaching building alive on the spot and I will tell you! "

Flanders was silent for a moment, but surprisingly did not complain about Zhao Wuji's words: "Then what do you think he might be?"

This time it was Zhao Wuji's turn to be silent, but he did not remain silent for too long. He suddenly reached out and touched the back of his head, and said uncertainly: "I can only think of two possibilities in his situation.

Or, he is a rebuilt 10-year-old soul beast. "

"Lao Shao and I have also discussed this possibility, but I think it is unlikely." Flanders shook his head: "There is a restriction on the transformation of a 10-year-old soul beast into an adult, that is, the soul power needs to be rebuilt from an early age.

Even if he transferred to the ten thousand year soul beast, he would not be able to obtain the Soul Saint cultivation level at the age of 12. "

"That's right." All Zhao Wuji was thinking: "Then there's only the second possibility left."

Flanders raised his eyebrows, curious: "Oh? What's possible?"

Zhao Wuji's stubby eyebrows knitted together, and he said extremely seriously: "The master hermit who plays games in the world!"

"..." Flanders rolled his eyes, raised his hand and slapped Zhao Wuji on the head: "Why don't you say he is a god who secretly descends to the next world?"

Zhao Wuji held his head and argued: "Maybe this is really true?"

Flanders sneered: "Heh, just talk, why are you running?"