Chapter 627 Fireball?

The old man's "Fireball Technique" appeared before his eyes.

Mo Hua silently pondered...

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 magic contained in ordinary things.

After complex changes, a simple fireball technique can also produce mutations and derive powerful lethality...

It's 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 paths lead to the same destination. In his current understanding of spiritual practice, there is still a big gap between the two.

However, how can this kind of fireball technique be practiced?

"Compression, reconstruction..."

"Powerful fireball technique..."

Mo Hua had some ideas in mind, but when it came to the specific techniques, he was still confused and felt that he couldn't figure it out.

He looked at the place where the sunset was setting, and was lost in thought.

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.

Yu'er was a little confused, but she didn't bother Mo Hua and lay aside obediently.

The sun had completely set, and suddenly the sky turned dark.

The dark night enveloped them.

Yu'er trembled habitually, with uneasiness and fear remaining in her eyes.

This is late at night, the remaining instinct in the endless nightmare, the fear of darkness and night.

Yu'er's little face was wrinkled together, hugging her knees, and trembling.

It seems that in the surrounding darkness, there are countless coveted demons and countless unknown evil spirits.

Yu'er's face was pale.

At some point, a warm hand touched Yu'er's head.

Yu'er looked up and saw Mo Hua looking at her gently.

"It's getting dark, go back."

Yu'er was startled, then smiled reassuringly.

"Um!"

In this way, Mo Hua led Yu'er, walking along the narrow mountain road, in the darkening night, toward the disciple's residence with warm yellow lights on.

Yu'er was held by Mo Hua's little hand and followed behind Mo Hua. She suddenly felt that courage was born in her limbs and bones, which could dispel all uneasiness and fear.

Be it the dark night or monsters, there is nothing to be afraid of.

A happy smile slowly appeared on Yu'er's little face.

…

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...

If he could only choose one attack spell among the five elements of spells, he would definitely choose Fireball.

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.

Even if I learn swordsmanship, sword control, or even spiritual sword-making in the future, I must not forget about the old and throw away the fireball technique.

You need to practice the fireball technique to the extreme!

Not only do I want to be a magic master, I also want to be a fireball master!

What's more, whether it's swordsmanship or the ability to transform spiritual thoughts into swords, it's still far away. The only thing I can rely on now is the fireball technique.

Mo Hua recalled the fireball technique demonstrated by the puppet master over and over again, pondering over it again and again, but there was still no progress.

Spells are not like formations.

He has a Taoist tablet for the formation, so he can practice it and deduce it continuously.

But magic doesn't work.

Mo Hua thought about it and decided that he should find a place to practice it himself and try various variations of the fireball technique.

The next day, Mo Hua took time out and went to the Taoist room.

As the name suggests, the Taoist Dharma Room not only teaches Taoist Dharma, but also has a special room for disciples to practice their own magic.

There is a formation inside the room for protection.

There is also a magic puppet in the room, which is used for disciples to practice spells and test the power of spells.

Outside the Taoist law, there is also an alchemist sitting and guarding.

Once some disciples go wrong while practicing magic and hurt themselves, the alchemist will take action and treat them with elixirs or use elixirs to strengthen the disciples to prevent the disciples' injuries from worsening.

This kind of thing happens all the time.

After all, no one can guarantee that he will not make mistakes when practicing this kind of thing.

Since the pursuit of guilty cultivators and the payment of inheritance, Mo Hua occasionally rents a Taoist room to practice magic.

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 where he would be injured by his own spell...

Renting a Taoist room requires some spiritual stones and registration with the Taoist elders.

Mo Hua is relatively familiar with the Taoist elders.

Although his Taoist score is only "C", this is because his spiritual roots are limited and he cannot learn superior spells. 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 he kept studying and could only get a "C".

Although Mo Hua cannot practice superior spells, he has a deep research on low-level spells and has unique spell routines.

This suited him very well.

The Taoist elder was bored and playing chess with an alchemy elder. 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 to compress the fireball into a thread with his spiritual sense as Grandpa Kui showed.

But he failed.

His spiritual sense was not strong enough, or in other words, his cultivation was far from enough, and his control over spiritual power was not as fine as a thread...

Mo Hua could only compress the big fireball into a small fireball.

It was the size of a fist, darker in color, and indeed more powerful, but useless.

Mo Hua tried it with a magic puppet.

The magic puppet in the early stage of foundation building was burned by his small fireball, leaving a deep scorch mark, and then gradually recovered.

The magic puppet was made of special materials and had a formation drawn inside, so it could repair itself.

When Mo Hua saw it for the first time, he was very surprised, especially curious about the formation inside. He even tried to take apart the magic puppet to see the formation inside...

But the magic puppet "alarmed" and attracted the Taoist elders, who stopped Mo Hua's "impolite" behavior.

Mo Hua gave up.

Now Mo Hua uses the compressed "small fireball" to bombard the magic puppet. It can be seen that the power of the spell has indeed increased.

But this improvement is not big.

And because this "compression" is more time-consuming, the fireball technique becomes slower, and it seems too "stupid" in actual combat and basically can't be used.

And this fist-sized "small fireball" is the limit of Mo Hua's current compression.

Mo Hua sighed.

"It's too far away..."

There is a huge difference between his own magic attainments and Grandpa Gui's.

But on second thought, this is normal.

Grandpa Gui's cultivation is much higher than mine.

Even the uncle was very afraid of Grandpa Gui and did not dare to do it himself. He had to use the blood of the blood Taoist to restrain him.

Mo Hua thought for a long time before remembering the name:

Blood of the Dao Destroyer...

Destroyer...

"Grandpa Gui... should be okay..."

Mo Hua remembered what Grandpa Gui said to the uncle that day, "Don't let me see you again, or I will kill you..."

This means that the one who has been with him all the time is a clone, or a puppet, not Grandpa Gui's real body.

Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief, but also a little worried.

I don't know what happened to Grandpa Gui...

Where is he...

And that 'blood Taoist'...

Mo Hua heard this name twice.

The first time was when the saint blocked his way and was frightened by the uncle and begged for mercy. He brought up his identity as a descendant of the "blood Taoist", and the uncle spared his life.

The second time, it was when Master used the "Blood Taoist"'s blood of extermination to restrain Grandpa Gui...

Since he is a "Taoist", Master has to give him face and borrow his blood. He must be a terrifying demon...

But it's too early now. It's a bit presumptuous to consider these things. Let's talk about it later...

Mo Hua silently memorized the name of "Blood Taoist".

After that, he concentrated and continued to study the fireball technique.

He couldn't reach the level of Grandpa Gui, but he could still learn from the magic ideas.

Magic turns into silk, compressed and reconstructed.

If you can't reach the level of Grandpa Gui...then simplify it. Even if you only learn a tenth or twelve, the power is estimated to be not bad.

If the magic doesn't condense into silk, compress it into a ball.

If you can't "weave" and reconstruct it, then... fuse them together?

"Melting two fireballs into one?"

Mo Hua's eyes lit up.

He began to try to cast two fireballs, and then fuse the two fireballs together...

But as soon as he tried, he failed again.

He then remembered some common magic theorems he had learned in the Taoism class:

People cannot cast two spells at the same time.

Even if the two spells are exactly the same, there must be a time sequence.

The fireball spell that Mo Hua had used before was also the same. No matter how fast it was cast, there was actually a sequence.

The first fireball spell must be condensed first, and then the second one can be condensed after it is released.

No matter how fast it is, there will be a sequence.

Continuous spells, such as the Golden Body Spell and the Golden Bell Cover.

First cast the Golden Body Spell, then fly the sword;

First cast the Golden Bell Cover for self-defense, then cast other spells...

It seems that the two spells are effective at the same time, but they are cast one after the other.

Mo Hua touched his chin and thought:

"The fireball spell that Grandpa Kui showed was also a fireball condensed one by one, and then unified into one spell..."

But this difficult spell cannot be done by himself...

"I need to change the form..."

Mo Hua frowned and thought to himself.

Now, he is no longer a casual cultivator without inheritance.

After entering Taixu Sect, he attends classes and practices every day, and accepts the orthodox inheritance of Taixu Sect. His knowledge of cultivation has been enriched a lot.

He has also learned a lot about some "basics" of magic.

People cannot use two magics at the same time because their consciousness is single and cannot be divided into two uses.

"Cannot be divided into two uses..."

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows.

"Heavenly Secrets!"

His consciousness may be single.

But like Master, with the help of Heavenly Secrets, it can be divided...

After the division, there are two divine thoughts, can't it be possible to break through the common magic theorem and cast magic at the same time?

Casting magic at the same time, can't we try to merge the magic?

Mo Hua was invigorated, and then his pupils were deep, his consciousness split into strange thoughts, producing double images, and he began to try to condense two spells at the same time.

But after several attempts, he failed.

He had never tried to split strange thoughts and cast spells at the same time before, so he was very unfamiliar at the beginning.

Either his consciousness was unstable, or his spiritual power was misplaced, or the spell was not condensed...

But Mo Hua was too skilled in casting the fireball spell. After trying several times, his consciousness and strange thoughts gradually became stable, his spiritual power flowed, and the spell also formed a complete spell...

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Hua's mind flashed, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his two hands.

On his left hand, there was a fireball spell.

On his right hand, there was also a fireball spell condensed.

Divine strange thoughts, two spells at the same time!

Mo Hua was very excited.

Then he realized a problem. If two spells were cast at the same time, wouldn't it be more powerful? It seemed that there was no need to study more complicated fireball spells...

Mo Hua decided to give it a try. He stretched out his hands, and two fireball spells flew out instantly, leaving two flames 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..."

The spiritual consciousness was divided, and the power of the two fireball spells cast at the same time was reduced...

One reason was that his technique was not yet proficient;

Another reason should be that his spiritual power was not abundant, and the spiritual power stored in the meridians was not enough to support the simultaneous casting of two fireball spells and ensure that the power did not decay...

In this way, it would be better to follow the steps and cast two fireball spells one after the other.

I cast spells quickly, the interval between the two fireball spells is also short, and the power will not decay.

Unless...

Mo Hua thought about it.

Unless the spell "bombardment" is needed, in a short period of time, quickly and swiftly, to release a large number of fireball spells.

In this case, the two spells can be used together to achieve miraculous effects.

But in this case, the consciousness and spiritual power will pour out like a flood.

His consciousness is fine, but the spiritual power will definitely not be able to support it.

This is not the method he can use at present...

Mo Hua felt a little regretful.

The power of the two spells is not enough, and he still needs to study the fusion of spells...

Mo Hua nodded, and then his pupils turned black, and he split his thoughts again, and used the two spells together. A fireball condensed in his left hand and right hand.

Mo Hua frowned, a little struggling, and gradually closed his hands in the middle, trying to merge the two fireball spells together...

But the two fireball spells, like the same poles of the original magnet, repel each other.

The closer they are, the stronger the repulsion.

Soon, Mo Hua could not hold on, the spell collapsed, and the two fireballs went out.

Mo Hua gasped and sighed in his heart:

"It seems that it still doesn't work..."

"The fireballs repel each other and can't merge together..."

"Why is this?"

Mo Hua thought for a while, took out his "Taixu Dao Fa Jing Yao" from the storage bag, and pondered and looked for answers from some magic theorems recorded in it.

After a cup of tea, Mo Hua turned to the page of "Math Structure", recalled the knowledge taught by the elders in class, and then suddenly realized it.

Every spell has a certain magic structure inside.

This structure is stable and standardized. It is created by the great cultivators of all generations. It is a "paradigm" that determines the essence of magic.

The magic structure is also a spiritual power structure, which contains the flow and change of magic spiritual power.

Similarly, the magic structures inside different spells are mutually exclusive.

So when spiritual practitioners fight with magic, and different spells bombard each other, the victory or defeat is determined by their respective magic structures.

The top-grade spells, with stable structure and powerful spiritual power, will crush the lower-grade spells, destroying them and dispersing their spiritual power, thus losing in the duel.

If the two spells are close in power and neither can defeat the other, they will dissipate at the same time due to the repulsion of the structure of the spells, resulting in a spiritual power explosion...

Mo Hua nodded, but then he was stunned and puzzled.

"The spells collided and dissipated at the same time, resulting in a spiritual power explosion..."

"But my two fireball spells didn't explode when they squeezed each other and approached each other..."

"Why?"

The more Mo Hua thought about it, the more confused he felt, and he couldn't help but sigh:

The formation is profound and the spells are not simple.

Once you study it in depth, you will find that there are too many complex and obscure knowledge...

Mo Hua can only consider himself.

Although his two fireball spells have strange thoughts, they are of the same origin. In essence, they are the same consciousness, the same spiritual power, and the same structure of the spells, and they are performed at the same time.

It's like a "replica", 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 have a technique structure that is independent of each other, although the form is the same.

The technique structure is bound to repel each other.

So the two fireballs have similar origins and can be close to each other, but because the techniques are independent, they repel each other...

They are contradictory to each other, and their spiritual power is entangled.

Mo Hua's head hurts a little.

Since they have the same origin, it means that there is a possibility of "fusion"...

But the technique structures are independent and repel each other, so it is obviously impossible to "fuse"...

Mo Hua is a little puzzled, but not discouraged.

For several days afterwards, he thought of many ways to promote the use of these two techniques, the two fireball techniques with the same origin, to "fuse spells".

For example, using spiritual consciousness, little by little, to forcefully squeeze the fireballs to promote fusion;

Or, in the form of "spiral", make the two fireballs rotate with each other and fit each other...

But no matter how he tried, he failed.

Mo Hua frowned and reflected:

"Is it...too gentle..."

These forms of squeezing, spiraling, and fitting spells of "fusion" were carefully tried by him, but the two fireballs were very "naughty" and did not obey at all.

Should I be "tougher"?

But how to be tougher?

Mo Hua thought of the scenes of spells that he had seen so far, and suddenly a light bulb went off in his head, muttering silently:

"Collision?"

"Two fireballs, hitting each other?"

My spiritual consciousness is strong enough, and I can force the two fireballs to collide quickly. Maybe I can merge the two?

Relying on the strong spiritual consciousness, great power can create miracles?

Mo Hua was a little hesitant, but after thinking about it, there was no other way at the moment, so he might as well give it a try.

Anyway, there are elders guarding the Taoist room. It's just two small fireballs. It shouldn't be a big deal...

Mo Hua nodded.

Then he began to use the same trick again. His pupils were dark, his thoughts were divided, and he condensed a fireball spell in his left and right hands.

This time, Mo Hua did not try it bit by bit. Instead, he concentrated his expression. In an instant, he pushed the sixteen-pattern quality-transforming consciousness to the extreme, and the consciousness instantly pressed...

Then the spell suddenly changed!

The extreme consciousness suddenly produced a strong pressure, causing the fireball to vibrate violently.

Then the two fireballs suddenly turned from static, pulling out two dazzling flames, whistling at each other at a very fast speed, producing a collision that was enough to collapse the structure of the spell...

This was just a matter of a moment.

After a moment, Mo Hua felt dizzy and tinnitus, and his eyes were blinded by the dazzling fire...

He only felt a dull explosion.

Then all the sounds seemed to be pulled and swallowed, and there was a dead silence...

The only clearness of his consciousness made Mo Hua realize...

His spiritual power was completely out of control...

The fireball technique gave birth to a raging spiritual power from nowhere, like an unruly angry dragon, roaring and roaring, trying to escape from his control and swallow everything...

Mo Hua used up 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 had a severe palpitation. He looked down and saw a red alarm on the central jade slip of the Taoist room, which was dazzling red.

At the same time, a spiritual power fluctuation, although it was at the foundation-building stage, was extremely strange and twisted, and also had a trace of terrible, rippled.

The Taoist Elder's heart trembled, and he dodged and hurried to a Taoist room on the right.

From the outside, the Taoist room was intact.

The Taoist elder's right hand trembled slightly and opened the door...

The scene was in a mess, with cracks everywhere.

There was a hideous burn mark on the ground, spreading far away. The powerful spiritual power pressed on the four walls and shook out the three-grade formations used for protection.

The formation was intact, but the wall skin was dissolved, revealing the formation patterns.

It looked like mottled cracks were blasted out all around.

The starting point of the burn mark was a young monk.

He fainted on the ground, his left hand was burnt black, his right hand had cracks, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

At the end of the burn mark was a magic puppet.

Or, there should have been a magic puppet.

But now, the magic puppet used to test the power of magic, which was used in the early stage of foundation building, has been blown to pieces...

The Taoist elder opened his mouth wide and couldn't help but take a breath of cold air...

"What the hell is this..."

"Fireball magic?!"

This chapter is close to 6k words, so it's a bit late again~

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