Demon Change the Earth

If you want to become a miracle, you must first defeat the miracle, and then undergo the "test of miracles" before you can become a member of the miracle.

Overcoming the miracle is naturally the process of obtaining the main ingredients of the potion. If this part can be passed with the help of external forces and resources, then there is no shortcut to the "Test of Miracles".

After taking the potion, the first step is to overcome the consciousness left by the miraculous life in the potion and win the battle.

The second step needs to resist other characteristics of miraculous life, such as habits, such as cognition, etc., and finally use a long period of dormancy to complete the final transformation of life form.

These three steps are indispensable. Among them, the first step is the most important. If it fails here, the miraculous life will be "resurrected" in the body of the promoted person, and the promotion will naturally fail.

If the second step is not missed, although it will not cause the failure of the promotion, it will cause a big change in the "temperament" of the promoted person. Even the way of thinking, behavior habits, and even past memories will be like a miraculous life. Died, because the subject of consciousness that constitutes man has changed.

At that time, Ma Liang almost failed. Fortunately, there was a crystal of wish power (the "sun" in the spiritual world), which gave him extremely critical support at the most dangerous moment, so that he was able to get through.

It can be seen how difficult this "test of miracles" is.

Sequence 8 promotion to Sequence 7 is a hurdle, but it has not surpassed the category of "human".

Sequence 6 to Sequence 5 are no longer the category of "human beings". No matter how amazing your talent is, no matter how powerful you are, and your resources are unlimited, you will be treated equally in front of it.

Hunting the miraculous life to obtain the main material is only the first step. With the help of will, grace, sufficient resources and preparation, it is not difficult to pass.

What about taking potions?

You can only resist by yourself, and no external force can help, not even a god.

Of course, it is too absolute to say this, it is mysterious and indescribable, there is no absolute theory, it may be ten years, twenty years, hundreds of years, with the accumulation of experience, as the "land reclamation monsters" follow one after another, this "miracle" "The Test" will also depreciate in value, and people will study it thoroughly and formulate various cheats and secret methods for customs clearance, but not now, it is like an insurmountable moat, lying in front of all Sequence 6, making them angry, making them Desperate, make them crazy!

The original Salvation Army trio has been fixed as a "BUG" and no one can find them now.

The only success, it’s okay Xiao Xiang only has one, the famous dragon transformer, the first person, the former honorary speaker of the upper house of Jiangcheng, the head of the Qilin regiment, and the miracle worker—His Excellency Ma Liang.

Under such circumstances, it would be a joke to say that Jiang Cheng had no expectation of his return.

It was an ordinary day, and Lao Xie, who was guarding the gate of the Qilin regiment, woke up as usual, yawned, and pushed open the rusty gate.

Then the hunchbacked old man simply washed up, had a simple breakfast, and started a day of patrolling and cleaning.

There are dead branches and leaves everywhere, decadent and uninhabited wooden and stone buildings, weeds and vegetation are intertwined. There are not many signs of human activity on the periphery of the station, and all you see is loneliness and desolation .

Lao Xie was slowly cleaning a path leading to the core area, when suddenly a lame gray rabbit popped out from the grass.

The gray rabbit's hind legs were stained with blood, and it was obvious at a glance that it was injured when trying to break free from the trap.

"These days kill..."

Lao Xie is a soft-hearted person, and the small animals in the yard are his companions, and he is unwilling to hurt any of them.

It's just that this area has become an adventure and playground for many children. Lao Xie, a widowed old man, naturally can't take care of him, and such things happen from time to time.

Hurrying back to the house with the gray rabbit in his arms, he found a bottle of potion for treating minor injuries, carefully treated the wound, and then carefully bandaged it.

"Be careful next time, do you hear me?"

He told the rabbit seriously, as if it could understand.

Speaking of Lao Xie, he is also pitiful.

His son, daughter-in-law, and grandson all died during the city battle,

The family he depended on for survival was also scattered, and the rest left him alone, guarding this yard that no one cared about, and could only keep company with these ignorant animals every day.

Back then, Lao Xie was rich too.

At that time, his son was the modulation expert of Sequence 8, his daughter-in-law was the cultivator of Sequence 8, and the whole family was a master, even in this yard, their status was respected.

Not to mention Muggles, even the family members of other Sequencers, and even many Sequencers are respectful to his old man.

How many people are pointing at his son and daughter-in-law to live, and his family has shares in the entire Qilin group.

Bad luck came from the moment the real person left...

Lao Xie was in a daze again. After a while, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, sighed, and went out to continue cleaning.

"Those damn..."

While cleaning, he muttered with resentment.

"Old man, may I ask..."

Lao Xie paused, and before the voice behind him finished speaking, he interrupted impatiently: "There are no treasures here, and there are no treasures of heaven and earth. It's just a waste garden. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself. Don't come here." Bother me!"

"Old man, I don't hunt for treasures, I look for people."

"Who are you looking for? There is no one here, only ghosts."

"ghost?"

"When people die, don't they become ghosts?"

"Are they all dead?"

"If it's not dead, it's better than a ghost... I said..." Lao Xie turned around impatiently, and stopped for a moment when he saw the face of the person coming.

"Old man, you know me!?"

"Ho, ho...", the old man looked like he was about to die if he couldn't lift his breath, the person who came was startled, and hurried forward, grabbed his arm and supported him.

"Really, really, really..." The old man's trembling fingers and trembling lips looked at the face of the visitor with difficulty, and the turbid tears seemed to open a gate, "Really, real person!!"

Ma Liang didn't know that after he left, Zhu Min and the others crowned him with such a title.

He saw the old man as a candle in a strong wind, which might be extinguished by excitement at any moment, so he had no choice but to comfort him with nice words.

So entangled for a while.

"A real person, a real person, wow...", the old man recovered from the huge shock and excitement, first fell to his knees desperately, and then burst into tears.

"Heaven has eyes, the real person is fine, the real person is back, back!"

Ma Liang frowned, and when he saw the old man was about to crawl over and hug his feet, he took a step back.

Who knows, the old man started to kiss the dirt he stepped on.

this……

"Really, you want to avenge us, and you can't let go of any of those goddamn...Kill, kill, kill cleanly..."

"Really, it's so miserable, we're so miserable, we're all dead, we're all dead, we're all dead..."

This person can't communicate normally at all.

He was completely immersed in an abnormal state, venting his deep-seated resentment wantonly.

Ma Liang simply waved his hand, knocking him unconscious, and stopped the piercing screams and howls.

He looked left and right, and couldn't recognize that this place was the bustling and noisy place that used to be.

"Is there anyone!?"

Silently cast a spell, and Ma Liang sent out his own voice.

Half an hour later, he walked into a cemetery, looked at a black and white photo on a tombstone, and remained silent.