Asking About Longevity: Chapter 627 Fireball?
Chapter 627: Fireball?
Puppet Lao’s “Fireball Technique” appeared before his eyes.
Ink painting is silently meditating...
With the help of spiritual consciousness, one by one, the fireball spells are compressed and condensed into silk threads. They are reconstructed in the form of weaving and fitting. In a limited space, they are condensed and combined into new fireball spells, releasing extremely powerful power. …
This is what Grandpa Puppet showed, the profound technical principles contained in ordinary things.
After complex changes, a simple fireball technique can also produce mutations and derive powerful lethality...
It is a bit like a formation, but the specific form is somewhat different.
After all, spells are still different from formations.
Ink painting has not yet reached the state of returning to nature, where all methods lead to different paths and all roads lead to the same destination. In his current understanding of spiritual practice, there is still a big gap between the two.
But, how can this kind of fireball technique be practiced?
“Compression, reconstruction…”
“Powerful fireball…”
Yu'er's face is pale.
There is also a magic puppet in the room, which is used for disciples to practice spells and test the power of spells.
Yu'er raised her head and saw Mo Hua looking at her gently.
In this way, Mo Hua led Yu'er along the narrow mountain road, walking towards the disciple residence with warm yellow lights on in the darkening night.
After returning to the disciples' residence, Mo Hua stayed with Yu'er for a while. After Yu'er fell asleep, he took the time to draw a few formations, and then began to think about the fireball technique again...
There is a formation in the room for protection.
Yu'er's little face slowly broke out into a happy smile.
The next day, Mo Hua found time and went to the Taoist room.
The dark night shrouded the place.
This is late at night, in the endless nightmare, the remaining instinct is the fear of darkness and night.
Spells are not like formations.
Tao Dharma Room, as the name suggests, in addition to teaching Tao Dharma, there are also special rooms for disciples to practice magic on their own.
The sun has completely set, and suddenly the sky turns dark.
"Um!"
Must practice the fireball technique to the extreme!
I want to be not only a magic master, but also a fireball master!
What's more, whether it's swordsmanship or the ability to turn spiritual thoughts into swords, it's still far away. The only thing we can rely on now is the fireball technique.
“It’s getting dark, go back.”
Be it the dark night or monsters, there is nothing to be afraid of.
After all, the Fireball Technique has been with me for a long time, and I have to stay focused on it and not change my mind.
But magic won’t work.
Yu'er's little face was wrinkled together, she hugged her knees and shivered.
He has strong spiritual consciousness and extremely strict control over his spells. So far, he has never missed a shot, let alone been injured by his own spells!
Mo Hua blinked and couldn't think of any situation in which he would be injured by his own spell...
Mo Hua has some ideas in his mind, but when it comes to the specific techniques, he is still confused and feels that he cannot figure it out.
…
After all, no one can guarantee that he will not make mistakes when practicing this kind of thing.
He has a Taoist tablet for the formation, and he can keep practicing and deriving it.
Once some disciples accidentally hurt themselves while practicing magic, the alchemist would take action and treat them with elixirs, or use elixirs to strengthen the disciples to prevent the disciples' injuries from worsening.
There is also an alchemist sitting outside the dharma court.
Yu'er was a little confused, but she didn't bother Mo Hua and lay aside obediently.
Yu'er was held by Mo Hua's little hand and followed behind Mo Hua. She suddenly felt that courage was born again in her limbs, which could dispel all uneasiness and fear.
If he only chooses one attack spell among the five elements of spells, then he must choose fireball.
Ink Hua recalled the fireball technique displayed by the old man over and over again, pondering over it again and again, but still made little progress.
He looked at the place where the setting sun was setting, and was lost in thought.
It seems that in the surrounding darkness, there are countless coveted demons and countless unknown evil spirits.
Mo Hua thought about it for a while and felt that he should find a place to practice it himself and try various variations of the fireball technique.
Yu'er was startled for a moment, then smiled reassuringly.
Even if you learn swordsmanship, sword handling, or even how to turn your spiritual mind into a sword in the future, you must not forget about the old and throw away the fireball technique.
Ever since he was chasing the guilty cultivator and paid for his inheritance, Mo Hua would occasionally rent a Taoist room to practice magic.
Yu'er trembled habitually, with uneasiness and fear remaining in her eyes.
Xiao Yu'er on the side had finished her homework long ago and was rolling on the soft grass. She got tired of playing and looked back. She saw Mo Hua frowning, wondering what he was thinking about.
This kind of thing happens all the time.
At some point, a warm hand touched Yu'er's head.
To rent a Taoist room, you need some spiritual stones and register with the Taoist elders.
Mo Hua is relatively familiar with the Taoist elder.
Although his Taoist score is only "C", this is because he has limited spiritual roots and cannot learn superior magic. There is nothing he can do.
The elder who taught Taoism was very considerate of this, so he didn't mind. Mo Hua took his class, but after studying it over and over again, he could only get a "C".
Although Mo Hua cannot practice high-level spells, he has studied low-level spells very deeply and has unique spell routines.
This is to his liking.
Elder Daofa was bored and playing chess with an elder alchemist. When he saw Mo Hua, he greeted him kindly and told him, "Be careful, don't hurt yourself." Then he put Mo Hua in.
Mo Hua entered one person's Taoist room and began to impatiently try to improve his fireball technique.
The first is fireball compression.
Mo Hua tried it, trying to use his spiritual consciousness to compress the fireball technique into silk threads according to the appearance shown by the puppet grandpa.
But he failed.
his spiritual consciousness is not strong enough, or in other words, his cultivation is far from enough, and his control of spiritual power is not as fine as silk...
Ink painting can only compress a big fireball into a small fireball.
The size of a fist, the color is darker, and the power is indeed stronger, but it is of no use.
Mo Hua tried it with magic puppet.
The spell puppet in the early stage of foundation building was burned with a deep scorch mark by his small fireball, and then gradually recovered.
Spell puppets are made of special materials and have formations painted on them, so they can repair themselves.
Mo Hua was very surprised when he saw it for the first time, especially the formation inside. He even tried to take apart the magic doll to see the formation inside...
But the magic doll "called the police" and attracted the Taoist elders, who stopped Mo Hua's "impolite" behavior.
I gave up on ink painting.
Now Mo Hua uses compressed "small fireballs" to bombard the spell puppets. It can be seen that the power of the spell has indeed increased.
But this improvement is not that big.
And because of this "compression", which is more time-consuming, the fireball technique becomes slower. In actual combat, it seems too "stupid" and is basically useless.
And this kind of "small fireball" as big as a fist is the current compression limit of ink painting.
Mo Hua sighed.
“It’s too far off…”
There is a huge difference between my own magical attainments and that of Grandpa Puppet.
But after thinking about it, this is normal.
Grandpa Puppet's cultivation level is nowhere higher than mine.
Even the uncle is very afraid of Grandpa Puppet and dare not take action himself. He has to use the blood of a blood Taoist to restrain him.
Mo Hua thought about it for a long time before he remembered the name:
The blood of destruction...
Destroy the way…
"Grandpa Puppet...should be fine..."
The ink painting remembers what Grandpa Puppet said to his uncle that day, "Don't let me see you again, otherwise I will kill you..."
This means that what has been accompanying him is a clone, or a puppet, not the real body of Grandpa Puppet.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little worried.
I don’t know what happened to Grandpa Puppet...
Where is he...
And the ‘bloody man’…
Mo Hua heard this name twice.
The first time, when the Holy Son blocked his way and his uncle was so frightened that he begged for mercy, he revealed his identity as a descendant of the "blood Taoist", so his uncle spared his life.
The second time, the uncle used the blood of the "blood Taoist" to restrain Grandpa Puppet...
Since he is a "Taoist", the uncle also wants to give him face and borrow his blood. He must be a terrifying big devil...
But it’s still early, and considering these things, it’s a bit overestimating. Let’s talk about it later...
Mo Hua silently wrote down the name of the "blood Taoist".
After that, he concentrated and continued to study the fireball technique.
I can't reach the level of Grandpa Puppet, but I can still learn from the magic ideas.
Spells are turned into silk, compressed and reconstructed.
If you can't reach the level of Grandpa Puppet... Then simplify it a bit. Even if you only learn a few tricks, it will probably be as powerful as 1/12.
The spell does not condense into silk, but is compressed into a ball.
ˆIf you can’t “weave” the reconstruction, then... integrate it with each other?
“Merging two fireball spells into one?”
Mo Hua’s eyes lit up.
He began to try to cast two fireball spells, and then merged the two fireball spells together...
But as soon as he tried, he failed again.
Then he remembered some popular magic theorems he learned in the Taoist class:
One cannot cast two spells at the same time.
Even if the two spells are exactly the same, there must be a sequence of time.
The same goes for the fireball technique before Mo Hua. No matter how fast it is performed, there is actually a sequence.
The first fireball must be condensed first, and only after it is released can the second one be condensed.
No matter how fast things go, there will always be a sequence.
Persistent spells, such as Golden Body, Golden Bell, etc.
First cast the Golden Body Technique, and then wield the sword;
First cast the golden bell to defend yourself, then cast other spells...
It seems like two spells take effect at the same time, but the spells are also cast one after the other.
Mo Hua touched his chin and said thoughtfully:
“The fireball technique displayed by Grandpa Puppet also condenses the fireballs one by one, and then unifies them into one technique..."
But I can’t do such a difficult technique myself...
“To change the form…”
Mo Hua frowned, thinking in his mind.
Now, he is no longer a casual cultivator without inheritance.
After entering Taixu Sect, attending classes and practicing every day, and accepting the orthodox inheritance of Taixu Sect, his knowledge of Taoism has been enriched a lot. He also knew a lot about some of the "basics" of magic through his ears and eyes.
People cannot use both techniques at the same time because their spiritual consciousness is single and cannot be used simultaneously.
“Can’t be distracted and do two things…”
Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.
“Heaven’s secret plan!”
My own consciousness may be single.
But like my uncle, with the help of divine calculations, it can be differentiated...
After differentiation, wouldn’t it be possible to break through the laws of popular magic and cast spells at the same time if there are two spiritual thoughts?
If you cast spells at the same time, can't you try to fuse the spells?
Mo Hua was refreshed, and then his pupils became deep, his consciousness divided into strange thoughts, and a double image was produced. He multitasked and began to try to condense two spells at the same time.
I tried several times but failed.
He had never tried to separate evil thoughts and perform spells at the same time before, so he was very unfamiliar at first.
Either the consciousness is unstable, or the spiritual power is distracted, or the spell is not condensed and completed...
But Mo Hua was too proficient in the use of the fireball technique. After trying a few more times, his spiritual consciousness gradually became stable, his spiritual power circulated, and the spell completed the technique...
I don’t know how long it took, but Mo Hua had a flash of inspiration, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his two hands.
In his left hand, there is a fireball.
His right hand also had a fireball spell condensed on it.
Divinize deceitful thoughts, use both techniques at the same time!
Mo Hua was very excited.
Then he realized a problem. If the two techniques were used at the same time, wouldn't it be more powerful? It seemed that there was no need to study the more complicated fireball technique...
Mo Hua decided to give it a try. He stretched out his hands and two fireballs flew out instantly, creating two streaks of fire and hitting the magic puppet.
Two scorch marks appeared on the puppet, and then it was restored to its original state.
Mo Hua shook his head.
“Not very good…”
Different consciousness, the power of the two fireballs cast at the same time has been reduced...
One reason is that I am not yet proficient in my skills;
Another reason may be that his spiritual power is not sufficient. The spiritual power in his meridians is not enough to support the simultaneous use of two fireballs and ensure that the power does not diminish...
In this case, it is better to follow the steps and cast two fireballs one after the other.
The spell is cast quickly, the gap between the two fireballs is also very short, and the power will not decay.
unless…
Mo Hua thought for a while.
Unless the spell "Bombardment" is needed, a large number of fireballs can be released quickly and quickly in a short period of time.
In this case, using both techniques together will have miraculous effects.
But in this case, spiritual consciousness and spiritual power will pour out in large quantities like a flood.
My spiritual consciousness is okay, but my spiritual power will definitely not be able to sustain it.
This is not a method that I can use at the moment...
The ink painting is a bit regretful.
The power of using two spells at the same time is not enough, so we still need to study spell fusion...
Mo Hua nodded, then his pupils darkened, he reorganized his strange thoughts, and used both techniques at the same time, condensing a fireball on each of his left and right hands.
Mo Hua frowned, struggling a little, and gradually moved his hands together, trying to fuse the two fireballs together...
But two fireballs repel each other just like the same poles of magnetism.
The closer it is, the stronger the repulsive force is.
Soon, the ink painting could no longer hold up, the spell collapsed, and the two fireballs also went out.
Mo Hua gasped for air and sighed in his heart:
“It still doesn’t seem to work…”
“The fireballs repel each other and cannot merge together…”
“Why is this?”
Mo Hua thought for a while and took out his "Essence of Taixu Taoism" from his storage bag. From the some magic theorems recorded in it, he thought about it and looked for the answer.
After a cup of tea, Mo Hua turned to the page of "Surgical Structure" and recalled what the elder had learned in class, and then he suddenly understood.
Each spell has a certain spell structure inside it.
This structure is stable and standardized. It was created by induction by the monks of all ages. It is a "paradigm" that determines the essence of magic.
The spell structure is also the spiritual power structure, which contains the flow and changes of the spell's spiritual power.
Similarly, the internal spell structures of different spells are mutually exclusive.
So spiritual practice uses spells to fight, and different spells compete with each other. The outcome is determined by the structure of each spell.
High-grade spells have a stable structure and strong spiritual power. They will crush low-grade spells, causing their spells to be destroyed and their spiritual power to collapse, thus losing the duel.
If the power of the two spells is close and no one can defeat the other, then due to the repulsion of the spell structure, both will collapse at the same time, resulting in a spiritual explosion...
Mo Hua nodded, but then he was startled and confused.
“The spells collide and collapse at the same time, resulting in a spiritual explosion…”
"But my two fireballs didn't explode when they were pressed against each other..."
"Why?"
The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more confused he became, and he couldn’t help but sigh:
The formations are extensive and profound, and the spells are not simple either.
Once you study deeply, you will find that there are too many complicated and obscure knowledge...
Ink painting can only be considered from its own perspective.
Although his two fireball techniques have different deceptions, they have the same origin. They are essentially the same divine consciousness, the same spiritual power, and the same technique structure, and they are performed at the same time.
It's like "re-enactment", both are shadows of each other.
So the two spells have similar origins and are compatible with each other.
But since they are different spells, they also have spell structures that are independent of each other although they are in the same form.
The formal structure is something that must be rejected.
So these two fireballs have similar origins and can be close to each other, but they are mutually exclusive due to independent spells...
They are contradictory to each other, and their spiritual powers are endlessly entangled.
Mo Hua’s head hurts a little.
Since they have the same origin, it means there is a possibility of "fusion"...
However, the structures of the techniques are independent and mutually exclusive, and obviously cannot be "fused"...
The ink painting is a bit confusing, but I’m not discouraged.
For several days after that, he thought of many ways to promote the simultaneous use of these two fireballs. The two fireballs were of the same origin and were "spell fused".
For example, use your spiritual consciousness to forcefully squeeze the fireball bit by bit to promote fusion;
Or, in the form of a "spiral", two fireballs rotate around each other and fit together...
But no matter how hard he tried, he failed.
Mo Hua frowned and reflected:
“Isn’t it...too gentle...”
These forms of "fusion" of squeezing, spiraling, and fitting spells were carefully tried by me, but the two fireballs were very "naughty" and not obedient at all.
Should we be more “tough”?
But how to be tough?
Mo Hua thought of the scenes of magic confrontation he had seen so far, and suddenly an idea occurred to him, and he muttered silently:
“Collision?”
“Two fireballs hitting each other?”
His consciousness is strong enough, and he can force the two fireballs to collide quickly. Maybe he can merge the two?
Relying on the power of spiritual consciousness to produce miracles with great strength?
Mo Hua was a little hesitant, but after thinking about it, there was no other way at the moment, so why not give it a try.
Anyway, there are elders and others guarding the Taoist room. They are just two small fireballs, so it should be fine...
Mo Hua nodded.
Then he started to perform his old tricks again, his pupils were dark, his thoughts were divided, and he condensed a fireball in his left and right hands.
This time the ink painting is no longer trying little by little, but the expression is concentrated. In an instant, the sixteen textures are transformed into spiritual consciousness, and it is pushed to the extreme, and the spiritual consciousness is instantly suppressed...
Then the spell suddenly changed!
The ultimate spiritual consciousness suddenly produced strong pressure, causing the fireball to tremble violently.
Then the two fireballs suddenly turned from static, pulling out two dazzling flames. They roared and impacted each other at extremely fast speeds, causing a collision that was enough to cause the structure of the technique to collapse...
This is just a matter of a moment.
After a moment, Mo Hua felt dizzy and tinnitus, and his eyes were blinded by the dazzling firelight...
He only felt a dull explosion.
Then all the sounds seemed to be pulled and swallowed up, and there was a dead silence...
The only glimmer of clarity in his spiritual consciousness made Mo Hua realize...
His spiritual power was completely out of control...
From nowhere, the fireball technique gave birth to raging spiritual power, like an unruly angry dragon, roaring and roaring, trying to get out of his control and devour everything...
Mo Hua used his last bit of consciousness to put a "rein" on this spiritual power, pulling it and blasting forward...
Then he closed his eyes, slowly fell to the ground, and fainted.
…
The Taoist elder who was playing chess outside suddenly felt violent heart palpitations. When he looked down, he saw a red alarm on the central jade slip of the Taoist room, which was so red that it was dazzling.
At the same time, although it was in the foundation building stage, a wave of extremely weird and twisted spiritual energy, with a hint of terrifying spiritual power, rippled out.
Elder Daofa's heart trembled, he ducked out of the way and hurriedly came to a Taoist room on the right.
From the outside, the Taoist room is intact.
Elder Daofa's right hand trembled slightly and he opened the door...
It was a mess, with cracks everywhere.
There was a ferocious scorch mark on the ground, spreading to the distance. The powerful spiritual power pressed against the four walls, shaking out all the third-level protective formations.
The formation was intact, but the wall melted, revealing formation patterns.
It looked like there were mottled cracks all around.
The starting point of the scorch marks was a young monk.
He fainted and fell to the ground, his left hand was burnt black, his right hand was cracked, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.
At the end of the scorch mark is the magic doll.
In other words, there should have been a magic doll.
But now, the spell puppet used to test the power of spells, in the early stage of foundation building, has been blasted to the ground without any scraps left...
Elder Daofa opened his mouth wide and took a breath of cold air...
“What the **** is this…”
“Fireball?!”
(End of this chapter)