Although there was a slight deviation in the doppelganger technique, Zhang Yun felt harmless, no matter what, this magic power could be regarded as mastered by himself!

As for "Ear Wisdom and Divine Power" and "Sky Eye Vision", it is even simpler, you only need to attach enough essence to your ear nerves and eye nerves, and you can see everything that happens within a radius of 100 miles.

These two divine techniques, in fact, are obviously a bit of a chicken for Zhang Yunxian, who has spiritual sense, you must know that Zhang Yunxian's current spiritual sense coverage has exceeded more than two hundred kilometers.

As for the "Concealment Technique", it is not very profound, it is nothing more than a camouflage technique that uses the essence to completely conceal the cultivator's body, so as to automatically merge with the surrounding environment.

Zhang Yunxian tried a few times, and then he felt that it was not interesting.

If you want others to see yourself, he uses spiritual power to hypnosis, which can also have such an effect, but the difference of the concealment technique is that it is not just to interfere with people's brain magnetic waves, so as to make people form a blind spot, it is really disappearing from people's sight, and even third-party detection instruments, such as monitoring, infrared induction, etc., are completely unaware of the person who uses this magic technique.

Zhang Yunxianjue's real mastery is more difficult to master, and the magic techniques that need to be practiced repeatedly by himself belong to the three types of "Transfiguration Technique", "Controlling Things", and "Wind Resisting Technique".

Among them, "Wind Resisting Technique" can be simply understood as a spell that flies in the air, and there may be a big gap with soaring clouds and fog, but the speed is definitely much faster than running on the ground, according to Meng Ying's records, the powerful sage, walking against the wind, can travel thousands of miles in an instant.

Without the help of any external force, you can fly freely in the sky, which has always been one of the most desirable wishes of human beings for thousands of years, and Zhang Yunxian is no exception.

The cultivation of the Wind Resisting Technique requires the cultivator to control and sense the cosmic essence to a very high level, because the basic principle of this technique is to establish a subtle balance between one's own essence and the thin essence of the outside world, so that the practitioner can soar and fly in the air.

This is also the reason why this divine technique can only be practiced after reaching the realm of the Sage. It is really an ordinary cultivator, before opening the second vein of Ren Du, the body is like a closed city gate, and they are unable to consciously sense and control the cosmic essence between heaven and earth.

The other "Transfiguration" is even more mythical.

When Zhang Yunxian watched "Journey to the West", he didn't know how many beautiful fantasies he had about Sun Wukong's seventy-two changes in ability, and now it is about to come true!

As the name suggests, the art of metamorphosis is the art of body transformation.

However, it is not as exaggerated as in "Journey to the West", this metamorphosis can only change into the appearance of different humans, and cannot transform into stones, trees and other species.

It can be said that it is equivalent to a kind of deified 'disguise technique'!

It is still required that the control of essence and qi must be meticulous, because there is not much difference in the contours and body shape of human beings.

As for the last kind of "Magical Powers", it is a little strange, Meng Ying's description is obviously very vague, and Zhang Yunxian is also half-understood.

To be sure, this is not the kind of way people who understand the ability to control objects with their minds.

In this kind of supernatural power, Meng Ying mentioned an unknown object called 'instrument', the so-called control of things, is to use the power of the cosmic essence to control this kind of thing named 'weapon' to achieve the purpose of attacking, defending, or escaping.

But as for what exactly is this 'device'? Meng Ying didn't explain too much.

According to Meng Ying's description, Zhang Yunxian boldly guessed that the so-called 'weapon' may be something like 'reincarnation divine ding', or the existence of concepts such as 'magic weapon' and 'artifact' written in the novel.

However, he used the method of controlling things and tried to communicate with the reincarnation god a few times, but it was useless.

Zhang Yunxian thought strangely, Meng Ying did not leave anything related to 'instruments' on her body, and she described it so vaguely, does it mean that Meng Ying herself does not understand this "Magical Power"?

She may have seen someone else, perhaps the Apocalypse, or perhaps other Sages, who had used this magic and later wrote it based on her own impressions and speculations?

It's a pity that when Meng Ying was there just now, Zhang Yunxian completely forgot about this matter, and now he can only sigh and be at a loss.

In the end, Zhang Yunxian still made up his mind, and after he took the time to figure out more about other magic techniques, and after mastering them, he left here, after all, he still had a lot of things to figure out.

……

Two more days later, outside the altar.

Zong Chao's handsome face was full of frustration.

"Altar Master, it's been five days, it's really not a way to go on like this!" Mo Shaotian also looked dejected on the side, "The stone of this altar is too evil, we have been smashing it so much for so long, you see this ground, it hasn't even dropped half a foot! I also transported all the * used for our experiments according to your instructions, but it has been used for a third of it, and if it continues like this, the entire bamboo forest will be left without grass, you look at this altar, it doesn't move at all......"

Zong Chao raised his head, his eyes were full of terrifying bloodshots, and he looked around at the subordinates lying on the ground with a slight sluggishness, and the nameless anger in his heart became a little heavier.

"What the hell are you doing here, you shit? Who told you to rest?"

"Altar Master! I really can't smash it, I don't have any strength at all!" Liu Tian, who was lying in the crowd, waved his hand weakly, and didn't even bother to move when he sat up.

"Waste! It's all waste!" Zong Chao scolded angrily, "Get up for me! Do you know that it has been nine days since the Apocalypse escaped into this altar! And do you know how much essence he can absorb in nine days? When he comes out of this altar, it will be as easy to pinch you to death as it is to pinch an ant! If you don't want to die, quickly get up for me!"

After a while, he saw that his subordinates were still indifferent, and he didn't take his words seriously at all, and he couldn't help but be even more angry.

"Shaotian, pile up all the remaining half a ton of *!" he ordered with a hideous face.

"Yes, altar master!" Mo Shaotian sighed and shook his head helplessly, in the face of Zong Chao's desperate bet, he knew that it was useless for him to say anything.

* One-third of it has already been used, and it can't cause any damage to the altar at all, even if the remaining two-thirds are blown up, Mo Shaotian doesn't have any hope.

From the very beginning of this matter, when Zong Chao set up the game, he never imagined that the Apocalypse had any possibility of turning the tables, and Mo Shaotian was naturally able to understand the gap and fear in Zong Chao's heart.

From being complacent and ready to become a sage, to now not leaving anything behind, but becoming the target of a sage's revenge, this can be said to be from heaven to hell, completely ice and fire.

The people lying on the ground, seeing that Mo Shaotian had brought all the remaining * in the treasury, turned over one by one with difficulty, and sighed as far away from the altar as possible.

Soon, all the corners of the altar were tightly surrounded by Mo Shaotian with a dense *.

"Blow it up, hurry up and blow it up for me!" Zong Chao shouted frantically.

Mo Shaotian let out a long sigh and calmed down his emotions, and a white light popped out from his fingertips, and a small* fuse was ignited in an instant.

"Altar Master, we have to get out of here!" Mo Shaotian, who had done all this, looked back and saw that everyone had already hid in the bamboo forest outside the ruins pit, leaving Zong Chao alone, standing alone in place, with crazy flames dancing in his eyes.

Mo Shaotian pulled him up, spread out his fastest speed, and fled the ruins area before the explosion sounded.

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

“……”

Half a ton of * exploded one after another, and the black mushroom cloud soared into the sky, and the explosion that resounded in the sky sounded for two or three minutes before it completely calmed down.

"Hahahaha, blow it up, blow everything up for me......" Zong Chao's face was crazy, his eyes widened, and he was nervously looking for something in the deep pit of ruins filled with gunpowder below.

The pungent smell filled the entire bamboo forest, and at least nearly half of the area of bamboo was affected by this bombardment, almost being blown out by the roots, and the ground was full of charred black soil.

The smoke was so thick that everyone poked their heads out and looked down, and their eyes were about to crack, but they still couldn't see clearly what the condition of the altar was in the smoke.

Suddenly, an unhurried gust of wind blew from nowhere, and the smoke below was suddenly blown and dispersed in all directions.

The wind was not strong, but for some reason, Zong Chaojue felt a chill in his bones.

"There's someone down there!" I don't know which sharp-eyed subordinate it was, and shouted at the top of his voice.

He's talking about someone, and his voice sounds like he's seen a ghost alive!

Zong Chao's eyes tightened, his whole body became stiff, and even his breathing seemed to stop suddenly at this moment.

Mo Shaotian's face was as white as snow, and after just looking down, he had a feeling that his heart was like ashes.

All the people became extremely silent at this moment, and even the sound of the wind above the bamboo forest, which had been 'rustling', seemed to be silenced.

All eyes were on the bottom, where the smoke was still gradually dissipating, and there was a different beauty of clouds.

A light gray slender figure, from the depths of the thick fog, walked out unhurriedly, every step was so comfortable and calm, as if he had just had lunch at the moment, and was strolling in his own bright spring back garden, his eyes were full of fragrance, and his face was full of joy......

"Hello everyone, long time no see, do you miss me very much?"