Devil Seeds

The night is hazy and the moonlight is ambiguous.

The wild cats outside the wall also became artificial in their calls.

Zhao Laoliu rubbed his hands together, and impatiently lifted the girl's scarf.

what····!

A shrill scream pierced the quiet night sky.

A few broken tiles on the roof were also shaken off.

The boy in the next yard sighed and opened his eyes.

Then he picked up the pen and paper on the table, and recorded his own situation and gains in words that were completely different from this world.

Host: Ke Xiaoliang.

The sect he belongs to: Ten Demon Sects.

Skills: Phantom Clone (not unlocked), Whispering Magic Voice (not unlocked), Immortal Demon (not unlocked), Virtual Reality Transformation (not unlocked), Body Like Steel (not unlocked), Magic Body Variations (not unlocked) .

Gold finger: A calabash vine, the effect is unknown.

Magic index: 75 (Zhao Laoliu provides 15 points, if you make persistent efforts today and tomorrow, you may gain another 10 points).

Looking at the 'system' panel data written by himself, Ke Xiaoliang looked up at the moon and sighed.

For the devil seeds in the body to be bred, at least a thousand points of magic index are needed.

Only when the devil seed is bred, turned into vitality, and aura is produced, can one start to practice, which can barely be called the first level of Qi training. Only with the true magic energy, can one learn the 'skills' in the above list and become a real monk of the magic sect, which will make people in the righteous way frightened, and let the righteous chivalrous women pinch their legs and cover their chests.

It took less than three days to be reborn, and there were still five days left before the ten demon sect's demon seed inspection.

After five days, the disciples who have not given birth to vitality from the demon seeds will be 'recycled', either sent to the medicine house for refining blood pills, or directly thrown into the ghost stream to feed wandering ghosts.

The best result is just throwing it to the women in Yuhua Palace as a cauldron to practice kung fu, and it's a good feeling before death.

It wouldn't be the case that after death, his soul would be drawn out to become a fierce ghost, but he would still be a green-headed ghost.

The ex was a saint, she entered the magic sect and was devoted to the righteous way. During the whole two months of pregnancy, she actually went to do good deeds, hoping to be seen by the righteous masters passing by, take her away from the devil's den, and walk on the right way again....

I also want to go blind.

"Zhao Laoliu is just a mortal, and he is addicted to wine, sex and wealth. His body has long since been hollowed out, and his willpower is almost zero. I just use the method of cursing and disgusting next door every night to curse him to have nightmares. The magic value obtained is also very limited. If you want to get rich overnight and meet the breeding needs of demon seeds, you have to find real monks and get the wool from them." Thinking of this, Ke Xiaoliang added another note to the paper. Pen.

Task: Randomly select a lucky 'guest' to act as a leek and harvest enough magic points from the other party.

The so-called magic value, in a broad sense, is a kind of spiritual energy that is dissipated when the individual is targeted by the monks of the demon sect when his mind is lost.

Because it is mainly fear, fear, and anger, it is defined by Ke Xiaoliang as a magic value.

When thinking of cutting leeks, Ke Xiaoliang himself is a big leek.

Of course, that was the fault of his predecessor, Ke Xiaoliang.

He was cut to death by cutting leeks.

Assuming that the normal willpower of ordinary people is ten, then the magic value generated each time cannot exceed ten.

Otherwise, it is easy to go crazy, collapse, blacken or change your temperament.

If eight or nine magic points are harvested continuously for more than ten days, then the harvested person may be directly beaten to death.

The predecessor was just an ordinary person. Although he had mastered some superficial magic spells, he was still in the category of ordinary people, not truly extraordinary.

Even if the will is a little firmer than that of ordinary people, it is still limited.

In this small town where the disciples from the outer sects of the Ten Demon Sects are stocked, the most suitable 'leeks' are actually those brothers from the same sect. And the predecessor, the silly Baitian, died after being harvested several times in turn, and became the most humble and insignificant sacrifice in the outer test.

Boom boom boom!

In the middle of the night, the peach talisman at the door, without any accident, was knocked by the dark wind.

At the gate of the courtyard, the lantern stained with black dog blood kept swaying up and down in the weird night wind.

"It's coming again!" Ke Xiaoliang knew who it was.

On the first day after time travelling, he was indeed taken aback.

But now, he knew very well that those who did it were just playing tricks.

Even if the demon seed is successfully activated, the true qi of the demon sect is generated in the body. Without the help of an expert from the demon sect, it is difficult to generate mana from the infuriating energy of the demon sect.

Without mana, you can only use the 'skills' attached to the magic seed itself, and you can get random fragments of 'skills', that is, incomplete skills. Only through continuous practice and improvement of cultivation can it be possible to fully master one or more skills.

The role of mana is to drive external objects such as talismans, ghosts, demons, puppets, and weapons.

These are the most commonly used methods by practitioners.

The courtyard door kept creaking and creaking.

In the whimpering wind, it was as if something was whispering in the dark night.

Ke Xiaoliang yawned a lot, touched the gum in the corner of his eyes, and flicked the dirt with his fingers.

He took out a mirror and touched his sideburns... As expected, he was still a handsome guy. The feeling of incompatibility from traveling was swept away again, followed by a full sense of substitution.

Ugly people are frowning everywhere, but handsome people are always chic.

Ke Xiaoliang, who was admiring himself, didn't seem to notice at this moment that a girl with a white face and a very white body...white and shining, holding a black paper umbrella, suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

She looked warily at the two big lanterns at the door.

Looking at the two black Lala dogs painted on the lantern with even more surprise, he didn't seem to understand why the image of a tengu was portrayed in such a way.

"It's getting deeper and the dew is heavy, and the cold wind is threatening. Don't you invite my servant to sit in the house?" The woman stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted at Ke Xiaoliang who was still admiring herself.

The voice can be said to be extremely charming.

Ke Xiaoliang yawned again.

Because of the fault of his predecessor, he was so depleted that he couldn't stay up late at all.

As we all know, cultivating immortals has to stay up late.

What kind of fairy can you cultivate if you can't stay up late?

If you don't practice immortality, how can you stay up all night?

So, it's really a vicious circle.

"Sorry, seeing how handsome I am, you should understand that I am not a good person. Because of my handsome appearance, I am not allowed to live so kindly. So you should go to another house!" Ke Xiaoliang said through the courtyard gate.

The woman giggled and said, "How can a bad person say that he is a bad person? The son is not good, but the servant... is not a decent person!"

While talking, he was still winking at Ke Xiaoliang.

This is no longer a hint, but an explicit indication of the chariot and horses.

"It's okay to let you in."

"But you put on a show for me first." Ke Xiaoliang said.

The woman charmingly slid her slender neck with her light-white fingers, as if she was about to break the apron rope hanging around her neck, exposing all the looming peaks under the apron to the innocent moonlight.

It seems to be hinting at Ke Xiaoliang, what kind of program she can perform.

"My family...follow your master's orders." The woman said softly.

Ke Xiaoliang thought for a while, and then said: "Then you can perform a handstand diarrhea for me!"

"Huh...huh?" The woman was stunned.

In an attic at the far end of the small town, the sinister man who was holding a female doll and controlling it remotely was also stunned.

"Ding! Your magical value has reached three points!" Ke Xiaoliang dubbed himself a voice, and added a three after the number seventy-five on the paper.

"You're kidding me!" The woman was furious, with her long hair flying in the air, the veins on her face were exposed, and slender and sharp nails grew on her hands, and she slashed towards the courtyard door vigorously.

At the same time, a strong wind blew out the candles in the lanterns.

It was as if God was helping her!

The courtyard door suddenly dimmed.

Only moonlight and starlight are still shining coldly.

Snapped!

The courtyard gate made of bamboo slices was shattered.

And in the cracks, the fine sand soaked in the blood of the black dog also splashed everywhere.

The woman who looked bright and charming at first, but at this moment her whole body began to rot into pieces of hideous flesh and blood.

The fine sand soaked in dog blood fell on her body, making a chirping, chirping sound. It was like a soldering iron dropped on pigskin.

The woman was so angry that she turned into a gust of wind and was swept into the courtyard, about to stab Ke Xiaoliang to death with a claw piercing her heart.

I don't care about the long stream of water!

She just wants revenge.

But he didn't notice that there was something strange on the ground under his feet.

Let your feet loose.

Fell upside down into a hole.

There is a hot oil pan in the cave.

The woman just fell into the frying pan, and was cooked thoroughly in no time.

Gradually, the so-called woman disappeared completely, and what was floating in the oil pan was clearly a white snake about three feet long.

In the attic far away, the sinister man holding the doll vomited blood, the doll in his hand was completely shattered, and inside the doll's stomach was a pile of white larvae.

At the same time, the imprint of the demon seed that appeared between the man's brows also flickered a few times, and finally went dark completely with a puff.

"The magic value has arrived at seventy!" Ke Xiaoliang added another seventy after adding three.

Now, he has one hundred and forty-eight points of magic points, and he is still eight hundred and fifty-two points away from activating the magic seed.

"A good leek will be cut off in one stubble...sad!" Ke Xiaoliang looked up at the sky, quite sad.

Then he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the tattoo on his arm that looked like a calabash vine.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he injected all the magic value into the gourd vine tattoo.

In an instant, gourd vines began to grow slowly around his arm.

A small purple flower blooms on the gourd vine.

Then after the petals fell, a small gourd grew.

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Waste Paper used to expect a lot from it, but... Waste Paper overestimated itself and underestimated the crushing power brought by the general trend.

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