Demi-Humans Cultivating Demons: I Use My Own Corpse To Refine Bones

The next morning, the sun was very bright.

Mo Bai woke up on time, Leng Qingshuang was still sleeping soundly in her arms, her pear cheeks were slightly dimpled, and she didn't have the cold attitude during the day. She was very cute. Mo Bai pulled away gently to avoid disturbing her sweet dream.

After several years of habit, he prepared breakfast, left a note, and headed to the White Bone Temple, the building in the center of the city in Xinbusi District.

The White Bone Temple is the place where the White Bone Sect's subordinates are responsible for checking the disciples' cultivation, promotion, and distributing exercises. Of course, Mo Bai went to the lowest level White Bone Temple, which is only responsible for the synaesthesia needs of the handyman disciples.

Along the way, Mo Bai met some handyman disciples who performed better than yesterday, but not much. Their legs were less frightened and they turned around and ran away a lot more.

His face was expressionless, and he gradually got used to it, approaching the White Bone Temple.

The building of White Bone Temple is not big, perhaps because the number of handyman disciples who break through the induction every day is not large.

Although it is not big, it is completely different from the simple buildings in other places. It is pale white and is actually made of the giant bones of an unknown monster. It exudes a terrifying evil aura that ordinary mortals cannot bear.

The internal energy in Mo Bai's body circulated, and the evil spirit was blocked outside, so he walked in calmly.

Entering the temple, there is a large courtyard. In the middle of the courtyard, there is a fat old man with gray hair sitting on the stage. There is a bone torso printed on the pale white robe. He is actually a Dharma monk.

There were two middle-aged monks waiting next to them, a man and a woman. There were two bone hands printed on their robes. They were obviously Qi-training monks from the outer disciples.

At this time, everyone nodded and bowed, flattering the fat old man.

Mo Bai saw that there were only seven people waiting in line. Judging from their clothes, they were all just like him and had just broken through the induction realm.

There are more or less exotic flowers and herbs, gold and silver jewelry in their hands, which shows that they are well prepared.

The fat old man sitting on the stage looked lazy, his eyes squinted and he didn't want to open them.

"Qimucao, it has some effect on the induction field. Do you want to catch orchid fish for the assessment task?

No, no, you should be responsible for catching a sensor monster back. "

"Gold? Common things, common things, you also need to catch the telepathic monsters, and they must be flying types!"

"Father's Bone Stone, it's a nice gadget. Do you want to skip the assessment task directly?

If it's not valuable enough, just go fishing for orchids. "

"..."

This fat old man is responsible for setting assessment tasks for the handyman disciples.

A handyman's successor is promoted to a handyman disciple, and he only needs to cultivate to break through the induction realm.

But if you want to get the full benefits of being a handyman disciple, you must complete the assessment task. Otherwise, you can only receive one skill, but no other pills, housing, etc.

As soon as Mo Bai entered, the strong smell of blood made the seven induction realm servant disciples feel as if they had fallen into an iceberg, and they did not dare to move;

The two Qi Lian outer disciples had serious expressions, as if they were facing a formidable enemy;

The fat old man with squinted eyes opened his eyes instantly, and his voice was filled with admiration:

"The smell of blood is so strong, and the killing intent is so shocking, it's almost catching up with me."

As he spoke, the fat old man's eyes turned white, faintly shining, and Mo Bai felt a strong sense of being spied on.

This is a compulsory technique that is responsible for checking the cultivation of disciples. It has only one function: it is to see through the cultivation of those who are lower than oneself.

"You actually just stepped into the induction?"

The fat old man was even more surprised that with such a low level of cultivation, he was able to kill an astonishing number of his fellow disciples.

This kid is either a person with extraordinary fighting ability, or an insidious and cruel person. This is simply a natural seed of magic.

"May I have your name?"

Mo Bai didn't mind having his cultivation discovered through at all, and he had nothing to hide about his cultivation.

"Mo Bai."