The Eight Magical Techniques Integrate into the Spells and Return to Battle

When that blue sphere appeared, the surrounding objects, building debris, and the ground floated one after another, and were adsorbed on the surface of the energy body.

As the energy body continued to move around Gojou, the buildings along the way were smashed and then merged into it together, and objects within a radius of tens of meters from Gojo Gojo were adsorbed to it, rolling bigger and bigger like a snowball.

In the end, Gojo waved his hand, clenched his right hand into a fist, and waited until the dust and smoke cleared, except for where Gojo Gojo stood unharmed, and a large pit had appeared dozens of meters around.

Gojo lowered his hand, "Without the cover, he can't launch a surprise attack."

He looked at the surrounding forest, "Have you hid in

the forest?" but the forest behind him suddenly appeared a black smoke, and it continued to spread outward.

Gojo sensed that many spell auras appeared behind him, and he quickly turned his head to look back.

As the smoke approached, Gojo's eyes widened, "That's.... Teeny. "

It turned out that the black smoke was gathered by fly heads, small in size and extremely numerous.

Gojo opened his technique and waited for it, but the fly head only flew above him, stagnating around him, and surrounding him.

Gojo didn't act rashly, looking warily at the surrounding fly heads, "Is it kept in the body of that curse spirit?"

"And because of that, there are dead ends." Gojo

moved his fingers slightly, raised his right hand, and made a gesture of 'Cang', "After casting 'Cang'..."

Then he stopped moving and thought of something, "No, wait..."

In an instant, Gojo Goku's pupils shook, and he sensed the man's breath, but the breath had appeared behind him.

At this time, Fuheishir had appeared behind him, his legs slightly bent, his right hand holding a knife, his whole body curled up and accumulated, he squinted at the pair of pale blue eyes that were trying to stare at him, "Your intuition is sharp enough to detect me with empty hands."

"And you have six eyes, you can't miss it..."

stabbed out the knife in his hand, "This spell oozes a heterogeneous spell."

"But you finally ..."

the blade pierced around Gojo Gojo, as if piercing an invisible membrane, straight towards Gojo's neck, "It's starting to rely on the defense of the technique." At

this moment, the technique "Cang" was launched again, but the target was the wrist holding the Heavenly Rebellion.

The blade slashed through, carrying a small amount of blood.

Then another shot of the technique "Cang" hit Fuheihir's chest at close range, knocking him away.

Fuheishir's eyes widened and he looked surprised, "What!"

Fuheishir spat out blood and flew backwards, one tree after another was broken and fell to the ground, splashing a large amount of dust.

Gojo was very embarrassed at this time, bent his body, panting heavily, his left hand tightly covering his neck, but blood continued to flow out between his fingers.

Gojo looked ahead, Fuheihir was no better, he was sitting under a large broken tree, his head hanging low, his head bleeding, his left hand on his chest, which was sunken, blood was constantly flowing from his mouth, and the curse that wrapped around him was constantly wailing.

Fuheishir slowly stood up, his eyes blurred at the shining pale blue eyes.