A scene of chaos appeared in his mind.
A layer of black fog swept across the earth. Wherever it passed, the green quickly withered. The originally healthy people's faces instantly turned black and they had sores. It was truly terrifying.
The black fog that blotted out the sky continued to pervade the air, and the scene of Jiang He's corpse floating and his bones being incinerated flashed in succession.
At this moment, a white-robed old Daoist flew over on a holy gourd, his long white beard fluttering in the wind.
Seeing this, the old Daoist was puzzled and quickly performed hand seals.
A moment later, the old Daoist sighed and flew down from the gourd into the black mist.
Facing the menacing black fog, the old Daoist stepped on the riverside, his two fingers forming a sword and touching the water.
The old Daoist muttered something, and his sword finger flashed with a green luster. The next moment, he shouted," Rise!" A water tornado rose from the river and rushed into the sky!
The water tornado continued to send the river water into the sky, condensing into tiny water droplets that flickered with green light. They were densely packed and filled the sky. It was very dazzling.
The old Daoist saw that the momentum had been formed and pointed his sword at the sky. His long robe danced in the wind as he shouted,"Fall!" again!
Immediately, water droplets fell like a heavy downpour.
The ground gradually regained a hint of green, and the black fog finally gradually dispersed.
The words that the old Daoist was chanting, the hand seals, and the sword fingers were slowly dissected into actions. It was as if there was a person in front of Han Ziyu's eyes, and they were all engraved into Han Ziyu's mind.
In the end, these tips were all transformed into a line of small words that flickered with a sparkling green light-Sweet Rain Dew Technique!
"Swoosh!"
Han Ziyu opened her eyes and a bright light shone in them.
He turned around and looked at Han Aiguo, who had been standing beside him, and said,""Help me prepare a bucket of water, a bigger bucket!”
Aiguo Han didn't understand, but when he saw the determination in his son's eyes, he nodded at Yong Lee.
Soon, a bucket big enough for an adult appeared in front of Han Ziyu. It was filled with clear spring water.
"Gather those who are injured in an open space.”Han Ziyu said.
This time, he didn't say much to Han Aiguo. Lee Yong immediately began to carry out the order.
At this moment, the sky was filled with stars. Most of the people in the camp had just finished dinner and were preparing to rest.
They were puzzled by the sudden order. Some of the wounded, whose hands and feet had blisters, limped out of the temporary medical tent.
They consciously lined up and gathered, but they were not informed of the reason for doing so, so they could only stand silently.
After a while, a soldier with better eyesight inadvertently raised his head and noticed a figure in white on a distant hillside. At this moment, a full moon was hanging high above the figure.
It was like a white-robed immortal descending from the moon. They watched as the white-robed figure suddenly waved his long sleeves and made some incomprehensible movements.
They were very puzzled.
But soon, a green fluorescent light lit up from the white figure.
On the hill.
Beads of sweat rolled down Han Ziyu's forehead.
If the Five Thunder Palm and the Rejuvenation Spell were just small techniques that the old man had taught Han Ziyu at his request, then the Book of Sweet Rain and Dew was a true " spell "!
A spell had its own principles.
From preparation to release, from the caster's mentality to the spiritual energy in the caster's body, everything had to reach an absolute delicate balance. It often took thousands of painstaking practices before it could be skillfully released.
However, Han Ziyu, who obtained spells through " inheritance ", was different.
The experience of the white-robed old Daoist using this spell was engraved in his mind, as if he had personally experienced countless practices.
Han Ziyu's hands formed a complicated seal. Although it was not as fast and accurate as the white-robed old man, it was still very accurate.
At the same time, he focused his mind and mobilized all the spiritual power in his body. Finally, he chanted.
"The encounter in the south water is purely due to the rain…"
His spirit, hand gestures, and the chant formed a high level of coordination. His entire mind slowly entered a certain realm.
In the end, Han Ziyu felt the spiritual energy in his body surge. It was as if a ball of fire had ignited in his lower abdomen. With a rumbling sound, all the spiritual energy was transferred to Han Ziyu's hand.
"Now!"
Han Ziyu suddenly opened her eyes, and they shone brightly.
The index finger and ring finger of his right hand were straightened and pressed together, forming a sword finger. Powerful spiritual power reached the tip of the sword finger through some kind of circulation method.
At that moment, Han Ziyu's face turned pale. The spiritual power and mental power in his body had been greatly depleted!
But the result was quite gratifying.
A green fluorescent light slowly appeared on the sword finger, and the light became brighter and brighter.
At this moment, Han Ziyu couldn't do as he pleased like the white-robed daoist. He could only shout,"
"Water transformed into rain!"
As soon as Han Ziyu finished speaking, the green light between her fingers quickly melted into the water.
When all the light disappeared from his fingers, a bucket of green Water Dew appeared in front of Han Ziyu.
Seeing this, Han Ziyu smiled. Ignoring the beads of sweat on his forehead, he pointed his sword at the sky and shouted again,"
"Rise!"
His voice echoed in the forest.
In the camp below, everyone had already noticed Han Ziyu's movements.
However, to their surprise, as Han Ziyu pointed his sword towards the sky, a water pillar suddenly shot out from the bucket and turned into a long dragon. It instantly soared into the sky and hovered above their heads!
"What is this?"
Everyone was shocked and there was a trace of panic in their hearts.
However, after so many days, they had seen how the patrol team could crack rocks with a single punch. They had also seen Han Ziyu carrying a one-ton beam. They had also been taught some basic knowledge.
Therefore, they knew that Han Ziyu was a legendary cultivator, and it was said that he had the highest cultivation level.
In that case, this water dragon was probably his spell!
Everyone thought so.
On the hill, Han Ziyu's body swayed slightly in the wind, looking weak.
Han Ziyu knew that he had already exhausted his mental power and spiritual power. He would probably need to rest for two days to recover.
However, he had already reached the last step. He had to persevere.
"Fall!"
Han Ziyu shouted again. At the same time, she swung her sword down, her white sleeves dancing in the wind.
As soon as he finished speaking, the water dragon above everyone instantly turned into crystal clear water droplets that flickered with a green luster and fell with a splash.
It was raining!
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