Wood Type Only Has Support? I Will Directly Transform Into A Buddha!

Seeing himself return to the starting point in an instant, Zhuonan felt envious in his heart. He regarded Flying Thunder God as a divine skill and praised it profusely.

"Sir, we have discussed you in private. Everyone said that your most powerful ability is your spatial ability, which is no worse than your giant technique."

"I thought so before, but it's different now. I think your Giant Technique can't compare to space teleportation. With it, you can't go anywhere in the world."

"Haha, it does mean something." Lin Cang laughed and followed Zhuo Nan towards Fengcheng.

The Flying Thunder God may not be as powerful as Mangekyō and Wood Style, but it is superior in terms of comprehensive use. Unless there is some trouble with Kamui Mangekyō, other Mangekyō really can't beat it at the same level.

Of course, this refers to the apparent strength. If it is an illusion, it is a different matter.

That kind of ability is impossible to guard against, and no matter how strong a person is, he will fall prey to it if he is careless.

When I think of the illusion Lincang, I feel a little regretful. No one from Blue Star, Ancient Clan, or Sin Domain knows how to use it.

He has long wanted to learn one or two illusion techniques, or develop his own.

But unfortunately, Mangekyō didn't have any talent for illusions, so it was impossible to develop this way, and it would take a lot of time and the gain would be outweighed by the loss.

All its abilities have been extended to combat, so now it doesn't know any illusions.

"I don't know where to find illusions." Lin Cang sighed in his heart. As the owner of Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan, he doesn't know how to use illusions?

This is a great disgrace.

The road to Fengcheng is quite dangerous. There are many people along the way, including some spirit-level natives.

If it weren't for Lin Cang in Zhuonan, he wouldn't dare to walk on the road arrogantly. He used to walk cautiously.

The two of them didn't rest all night, and they didn't arrive in Fengcheng until the afternoon of the next day.

After entering the city, Zhuo Nan took Lin Cang to a restaurant he was familiar with and asked for two rooms and a table of food. They wanted to take a rest after traveling all night.

The two ate in the room. As a food lover, Lin Cang was happy to taste food from all over the world and enjoyed the meal.

Zhuonan introduced to him that Lin Cang occasionally asked how to make the right dish when he encountered it, and he carefully remembered it in his heart and planned to cook it for little Lolita when he went back. She was a big eater.

While eating, there was a sudden movement outside. Lin Cang couldn't understand the indigenous language of the Admiralty World, but he could tell from the tone that they were searching. One room after another was opened, and soon it was their turn.

Zhuonan panicked, he could understand, and the chopsticks in his hands were frightened.

"Sir, sir, it's not good, the Golden Bell Sect is coming to find us!"

"Don't panic." Lin Cang looked outside through the window. A dozen people in red robes were searching the rooms one by one.

"We have not been exposed. These people are definitely not targeting you and me. It should be just a routine search."

"Listen carefully to what they are saying and tell me exactly."

"Yes, sir!" Zhuonan hurriedly leaned against the window, pricked up his ears, and spoke quickly.

"Sir, the leader said that there will be some kind of divine religious event the day after tomorrow. They were ordered to check on suspicious people and ensure that the event is held perfectly."

"That's enough." Lin Cang sat down slowly and continued to taste the food, "Let him go and wait until he comes. If not, I will take you away."

The strongest person who came to check was at the sixth level of human level, which was the same level as Lin Cang. He was not afraid of him at all.

When the people from the Golden Bell God Cult pushed open Lincang's door, Zhuonan immediately greeted them with a smile and took out a few ores and stuffed them into the leader.

The leader looked arrogant. He took the ore and pointed it at Lincang and muttered a few words. Zhuo Nan laughed repeatedly.

When Lin Cang saw that the other party actually stepped forward and pulled off his mask, his pupil power immediately exploded and penetrated directly into the other party's mind.

This is just an unsystematic way of using the power of pupils. It is not offensive in any way and can only act as a deterrent.

Buzz.

"&＊￥&..." The man was immediately startled and broke into a cold sweat. He knelt and worshiped Lin Cang, trembling.

Lin Cang was confused, but he didn't speak and waved silently. Seeing this, the other party knelt down again and kept the ore he had just accepted before leading the others away.

After the people from the Golden Bell God Sect left, Lin Cang asked, "Zhuo Nan, what was that person talking about just now?"

"He spoke too fast and I didn't hear him clearly." Zhuonan's aboriginal language was only half-baked, and he said with a grimace, "But it seems he is calling you Lord Divine Envoy."

"Yes, that should be the word."

"God's envoy?" Lin Cang shook his head and thought in his mind, "It seems that the other party has misunderstood the spiritual power."

Not taking this matter to heart, Lin Cang asked Zhuo Nan to go back to his room to rest after eating. The two planned to look for herbs tomorrow.

…

Late at night, in Fengcheng, the headquarters of the Admiralty Sect, during the day the middle-aged man who was shocked by Lin Cang's spiritual power knelt respectfully in front of a strange statue.

The statue is the color of dead wood, looks like a human but not a human, looks like an animal but not an animal. It has nine eyes, and underneath stands a woman in white with a gauze mask.

The woman in white looked at the middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, her voice was very pleasant.

"Are you serious? You met the angel during the day?"

"Yes." The middle-aged man said respectfully, "Your Highness the Saint, that person is definitely the Envoy of God. He will use the same abilities as you."

"Tell me carefully about your feelings." The woman in white opened her red lips slightly.

The middle-aged man immediately said: "At that time, I bumped into the adult, and he slightly punished the villain. An invisible force broke into the villain's mind, causing the villain to lose consciousness for a moment."

"This feeling is like falling under your spell Technique, I will never admit it wrong."

"Are you really sure?" The woman in white didn't seem to believe it. Her beautiful eyes lit up and turned blood red. Three magatama appeared and attacked the middle-aged man.

"Genjutsu·Sharingan!"

Buzz.

The middle-aged man completely lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, he was immediately sweating and said anxiously: "Yes, that's what it feels like, but that senior gave me a scarier feeling than you!"

"If you give the villain the impression that you are facing a huge mountain that reaches into the sky, then he is an ancient star, mysterious and unpredictable."

"This is impossible!" The woman in white immediately denied it and looked at the mysterious statue behind her.

"No one in this world will own Sharingan except us, the golem family. You must have felt wrong."

"No, little man..."

"Forget it, I will take some time to meet that man in person and see if he is truly an angel." The woman in white waved her hand, and the middle-aged man immediately retreated.

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