Unbeknownst to him, this change in the trajectory of fate had little to do with his own behavior. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't do anything special enough to affect the law of cause and effect.

In fact, last time it was just a big coincidence, and in order to cut off some kind of weird cause and effect, the Youwang personally performed Dafa. The royal city gushed out secret power, and it was borrowed by the Confusion to successfully cut off its own cause and effect.

Otherwise, his own words alone would not be able to affect the slightest trace of the causal line.

Most of the time, for most people, the trajectory of fate is difficult to hold in their own hands.

Unbeknownst to him, half an hour ago, his fate was destined to be changed for the second time.

At that time, he had just returned to the mansion and met Mo Lao Dao halfway. After a brief conversation, the two quickly separated.

After being separated from the Confusion, the amnesiac Mo Daoren also returned to his room.

When the old monster enters the room, the first thing he does is close the door. He recited a spell and set up a whole three-layer barrier, completely sealing the entire room, and outsiders could no longer explore everything here.

While doing all this, Mo Daoren's face was full of confusion, as if there was some kind of will manipulating his body.

Then, Mo Daoren came to the mirror and looked at himself.

In the mirror, there is an old man with a fairy wind and bones, his face is full of red light, and he looks kind and kind. It was a technique he had set up not long ago to hide his true face.

Suddenly, that face seemed to have changed its temperament, and a fierce light shot out of his eyes, murderous!

Such a murderous aura quickly receded like a tide, and Mo Daoren's face returned to its original temperament.

He covered his head and let out a piercing scream, looking in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the red face began to bulge large and small blisters. The whole face turned viscous and fluffy, like the skin of steamed meat, and made a strange gurgling sound that sounded disgusting.

Then the skin of the face melted away like ice and snow, turned into wisps of black mist, and rose upward, burning several large holes in the wooden beams of the roof, making a sizzling sound.

Eventually, the gurgling was gone, and everything was calm again.

In the mirror, the elder of the fairy wind bone disappeared, and turned into a terrifying face like a skeleton. A layer of miserable yellow human skin as thin as tin foil clings to the skull and could fall off at any moment.

The so-called "painting of skin" is a thaumaturgy in the world, which is truly extremely miraculous and can easily change people's appearance. The Mo Dao people know this kind of thaumaturgy well, even if their current state is a little weird, it is easy to perform this skin painting technique.

But now, this technique has been broken by himself.

The old Taoist shook his shoulders, and a terrifying momentum exploded, and the shabby Dao robe was blasted open, turning into countless rags.

The old Taoist's upper body was exposed, which was terrifying. Ribs twisted and twisted in shape, twisted in a heap like a grotesque skeleton, missing large chunks of skin. Through the gap between the ribs, even the heart in the chest cavity can be seen, which looks terrifying and eerie.

On the shriveled human skin of the old Taoist, there were many shocking wounds. There was still blood flowing from those wounds, but it wasn't bright red, it had a blue glow.

What was even more surprising was that the blood was burning, and the dark blue flames were jumping, like ghost fires, burning in the skeleton of the old Taoist.

The blue ghost fire burned more and more, emitting from the inside out, completely lighting up the body of the Mo Dao people. With bones as a frame and blood as lamp oil, the whole body is like a big evil lantern, which is too terrifying.

This strange scene makes people can't help but have many associations. The Mo Dao people practiced a certain kind of evil art, and for this reason, they also killed the spirits in the garden and the divine doctor of the dark land. The old Taoist's body was burning now, very similar to the ghost blue lantern he usually held.

The old man's eyes became more and more misty, as if he had lost consciousness. It was as if he had entered a dream, his lips quivering, and he chanted strange incantations, which seemed to be a knee-jerk action.

All over Mo Daoren's body, there were brilliant Dao talismans burning and jumping violently, setting off his whole person extremely strangely.

The incantation sounded louder and louder, and the talisman in the air jumped more and more violently. The whole body of the old Taoist man was like a big tattered lantern spilling with lamp oil, and it was burning.

However, the temperature in the room plummeted to freezing point, and small droplets of water condensed and fell in the air.

A thin layer of ice appeared on the floor and windows. This kind of flame is so demonic, there is not even a trace of temperature.

The old man's body was constantly burning, and from time to time there were some strange explosion sounds, as if some seal was being broken.

When he was chanting a mantra, he would sometimes stop and say something inexplicable. He looked confused, as if he was asking himself:

"There are hundreds of millions of stars in the world, there are three thousand avenues, and there are countless spells. How many types of magic are there in the world? ”

"Three categories."

"False!"

"Seven categories."

"False!"

……

Mo Daoren seemed to have lost his mind, repeating the same question over and over again, and kept denying his own answers.

Between questions and answers, the temperament of the whole person is constantly changing, sometimes extremely sharp, sometimes confused and confused.

It's so weird, it's like two completely different souls, living in the same body, talking to each other.

Suddenly, Mo Daoren's tone became firm and fierce again-

"There is no end to the magic in the world, and it can be roughly divided into nine categories!"

After saying this, he stopped asking the question. At the same time, there was a loud boom between the blazing blue flames. Like, something unseen was blown up.

On Mo Daoren's face, there was a trace of confusion and uneasiness.

"There are nine types of techniques in the world, and there are endless mysteries in between, what kind of techniques do you study?"

After asking this question, I was stumped.

Mo Daoren's face became very confused again, and he frowned, trying to think of the answer.

Such self-questioning and self-answering must be very ridiculous in normal times. But in this scenario, it is so weird.

"This ......" Mo Daoren hesitated: "There are nine types of techniques, each with its own mysteries. I studied the art of a graduate student. ”

"False!"

Almost the next moment, he denied his answer. The expression on that face also became extremely fierce, as if it was a different person, and asked sternly again:

"There are nine types of techniques in the world, and there are endless mysteries in them, which kind of techniques do you study?"

……

"Boom!"

When the question was repeated three times, a loud pop sounded, and blue sparks scurried around the room.

At this moment, Mo Daoren's eyes became extremely profound, and he said in a firm tone: "The nine major types of techniques are all mysterious, and I study the art of the heart!" ”