Demon Sect Cultivation: I Can Disable Debuffs

I Can Erase Negative Affects Through Demonic Practice

The price of this "Great Resentment Curse" is also not low. Although the side effects are huge, many magic monks are aggressive and would rather choose to perish together than make the enemy feel better.

Therefore, there are not many people who buy it.

On the other side, Shen Yijun also returned to Fangshi.

And the first thing he did after returning to Fangshi was to find a way to remove the blood species in his body.

If he is willing to give up his cultivation, he can give up his body, switch to the ghost way or seize the body.

However, unless it is a last resort, who is willing to give up the cultivation of the ninth floor of the foundation.

For casual cultivators, building a foundation is extremely difficult, let alone the ninth floor.

The first method Shen Yijun thought of was to take the blood species out of his body.

Foundation Establishment monks have tenacious vitality, even if their stomachs are cut open, they will not die in a short time.

Although Zhang Chen said that once he took action to get rid of the blood species, the blood species would **** his blood dry.

But as a person in the way of magic, he will not easily believe what others say.

Don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin, this sentence is a portrayal of most people in the magic way.

Inside the cave of the inn, Shen Yijun was naked to the waist, with a ruthless expression on his face, he raised his dagger and stabbed it in the chest.

"Pfft!"

The flesh is like cloth, cut open by the blade, revealing a bright red heart.

"Bang bang bang..."

The beating of the heart, without the barrier of flesh and blood, the sound is clear and audible, like drums.

Shen Yijun looked down and saw a blood tumor on his heart.

The blood tumor extended a large number of tentacles, densely packed, connected with the surrounding blood vessels.

This is the blood species parasitic in his body!

Shen Yijun looked at the blood species, hesitated for a moment, and decided to test it first, aiming the dagger at a tentacles on the outside.

When the dagger touched the blood-colored tentacles, the blood-blood trembled violently.

"ah!"

"Ding!"

Shen Yijun screamed, convulsed all over, the dagger in his hand fell to the ground, his face was pale, his body shriveled and wrinkled.

Just at that moment, one-third of the blood in his body was absorbed by the blood species.

If Shen Yijun had attacked the blood species just now, what would have been absorbed would not be one-third of the blood, but the whole body of blood.

"It seems that what he said is true." Shen Yijun's face was ugly, and he took a deep look at the blood on the heart, and used his magic power to heal the wound.

A few days later, Zhang Chen returned to Zhenluo Kingdom.

Seeing the person in front of him, King Jinra hurriedly saluted: "Master, you are back."

Zhang Chen asked calmly: "Have you selected the mountain range I want?"

"It's been chosen, but... I encountered a small problem." King Zhenluo lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen frowned: "What's the problem?"

King Zhenluo was a little nervous: "The Hall of Bones was very angry when it learned that Zhenluo Kingdom had defected to Guizong, but it didn't want to break the face with Guizong, so it let the neighboring Jasper Kingdom attack our country.

The Jasper Country is powerful, and I, Zhenluo Country, are no match. We have been retreating steadily and lost a large area of ​​territory. Two days ago, the mountain range selected for the national division was also occupied by the Jasper Kingdom. "

Zhang Chen gave King Zhenluo a cold look: "If you report this matter to the Blood God Sect, someone will naturally handle it. Please, Your Majesty the King, choose another mountain range for me that is close to the direction of the Blood God Sect."

The revenge of the Hall of Bones is true, and the attack on the Jasper Kingdom is also true, but there are also some careful thoughts of King Zhenluo.

There are many mountain ranges in Zhenluo Country, why did you choose the mountain range close to Jasper Country?

King Zhenluo knew that the Blood God Sect would not just sit idly by, but when the Blood God Sect sent people to come, he did not know when it would be.

Even if people from the Blood God Sect came, they might not be able to get back all the lost territories.

Maybe they will make concessions, give up part of the country, and calm things down.

But King Zhenluo didn't dare to speak directly to Zhang Chen, so he played tricks.

However, this is a battle between the sects, and Zhang Chen doesn't want to participate without the mission of the sect.

It is easy to solve the Jasper Kingdom, but what about the Hall of Bones behind it?

Hearing Zhang Chen's refusal, King Zhenluo could only agree in disappointment: "I'll make a new arrangement for the national teacher, and it only takes one day."

Zhang Chen nodded: "I don't want the mountains for nothing. If His Majesty the King dies in the future, he can take his descendants to hide in the mountains. Paul will not die."

Hearing this, King Zhenluo was overjoyed at first, and then thought of something: "I wonder if the national teacher has a way for mortals without spiritual roots to practice?"

He is already old, and he will not live for long. Continuing the blood of future generations is not as important as his own longevity.

Zhang Chen shook his head: "I know a few ways to change the aptitude of spiritual roots, but I haven't heard of the method for mortals without spiritual roots to practice."

Even the "Devil's Embryo Sutra" seen in Baigudianfang City requires mana to condense essence and blood, as well as a strong soul.

King Zhenluo seemed to have lost his vitality and became decadent, muttering to himself: "Is it true that without spiritual roots, you can't cultivate immortals?"

Zhang Chen didn't say anything, and left in blood.

Not long after.

In a magnificent hall, Zhang Chen sat cross-legged, intending to try the newly obtained "Magic Mind Art".

The magical magic skill is the only one he has seen so far that can reach the heavenly realm.

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This is the realm above the immortal!

That is to say, even the immortals who have already ascended to the immortal world cannot practice without desires and desires to perfection.

It is conceivable how difficult the Magic Thought Divine Art is.

With the operation of the magical power, a thought appeared in Zhang Chen's mind.

"A man lives in the world, how can he be depressed for a long time!"

It's like a whim, an idea that arises inadvertently.

But this idea has been lingering in my mind, deepening, and finally turned into an obsession.

"Who am I, Zhang Chen? A traverser with a golden finger! How can the little Blood God Sect be restrained?"

"What Jindan Elder, Nascent Soul Sovereign, but mediocre, worthy of thinking about my blood essence?"

"He can be replaced!"

"I want to become the Suzerain of the Blood God Sect!"

What is obsession?

If you are persistent about something, you must complete it.

If it cannot be completed for a long time, it will become tangible, restraining people and torturing the spirit.

"call"

Zhang Chen stopped running the exercises and let out a heavy breath.

"As expected of no one dares to practice the Magic Thought Divine Art!"

Zhang Chen sighed, if he didn't have a modifier, he would be affected by this obsession, trying his best to replace the blood **** suzerain by all means.

If he succeeds, his thoughts will be unblocked and his cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds.

How difficult it is to become the suzerain of the blood god!

At the very least, he must have the cultivation base of the late Yuanying period, during which he will be affected and tortured by obsession every moment.

But under the influence of the modifier, the obsession born from the magical power will not affect him, it's just an extra ordinary thought in his mind.