Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

This is a living room, which is not small in size, but it may be because of the light that makes the room look a little cold.

The layout of the room is not luxurious, but it is not very simple. It can be seen that the owner of the room has devoted a lot of feelings to the house.

That's true, after all, in today's society, an ordinary person can still own a house that belongs to him, and anyone will cherish it very much.

"Guru, Guru."

A figure was sitting at the dining table in the living room, hunching his head and swallowing.

This is a very tough white man. He has yellow hair and is over two meters tall. He only wore a white vest on his upper body, revealing a lot of muscles. He wore a pair of camouflage pants on his lower body, looking extremely burly.

On the table where the strong man eats noodles is placed a revolver and a camouflage travel bag.

And on the floor beside him was lying a half-dead man.

The man fell in a pool of blood. He covered his injured thigh with his hands, but this could not stop the blood from flowing.

Obviously, if this man cannot receive timely treatment, he will die soon.

"call!"

The strong man picked up the bowl and drank the last sip of noodle soup.

He showed a satisfied smile, and the smile was pure, which was pure that the hungry person finally had enough.

"Who are you? What do you want? If I have it, I will give it all to you."

Chen Mo, who was lying on the ground, endured the pain and said weakly. Chen Mo was afraid that the white man would not understand Chinese, and even repeated it in English.

For the strong man who suddenly broke into his house and shot him, the biggest thought of silent at this moment was not hatred and fear, but inexplicable.

My own community is a high-end community, not an ordinary community where security guards can make a fuss out? Why can this person easily break in? And it is so easy for this person to push open his door, as if his door was not closed at all.

Chen Mo is indeed the first generation of the Demon Sect, and he has really inherited the various cultivation methods and secret techniques of the Demon Sect.

However, in this Dharma-Ending Age, everyone was exhausted from making a living and had no talent to compete for. Although Chen Mo was a demon cultivator, the demon cultivator was not an evil cultivator. Naturally, he would not use any human practice method. Of course, it was also possible that Chen Mo did not want to join the "Today's Sayings" column.

So although Chen Mo is an orthodox demon monk, he is so magical that he doesn't even have an enemy.

As for making money, it is even more inexplicable. Although the community where Chen Mo lives is a high-end community, Chen Mo is really not a rich person.

The real practices these days have not been very satisfactory, and most of them have not even been as good as fake practices as good eloquence.

In the true practice of Taoism and Buddhism, it is not bad. After all, it is considered a famous sect with a foundation and a believer, and the country is willing to support and promote it. What if the spiritual energy revives.

After all, there is indeed evidence to record the existence of immortal cultivation in the Blue Star where Chen Mo is located, but suddenly the Dharma-Ending End, and the spiritual energy is exhausted. No one knows when this spiritual energy will come back.

And a demon sect like Chen Mo is living a tight life. Can he still run out to tell the country which generation of the demon sect he is, and then let the country raise it?

Since it is impossible to seek revenge and money, why did this strong man break into his room?

Moreover, the criminal shot directly at himself as soon as he entered the room. The gunshots were loud, which was really too arrogant. After all, this is a country with banned guns.

And it has been several minutes since this has passed. Why is there no movement in the corridor? There is a police station in front of my community. Why hasn’t the police been sent yet?

Just as Chen Mo was thinking, the strong man spoke.

"I thought the door would be like a dangerous place with the bloodworms written on it. It turned out to be just an ordinary room like you."

The strong man sneered, stood up, reached out and opened the travel bag on the table, and took out a roll of gauze from it.

The strong man walked to Chen Mo's side while speaking Chinese that was not fluent.

"Come on, let me bandage you so that you can live longer, and my harvest can be fresher, and we will have a happy seven days to go through next!"

As he said that, the strong white man showed his white teeth to Chen Mo, looking so ferocious and greedy.

Looking at Chen Mo's eyes, it seemed that he was not looking at someone at all, but a lamb to be slaughtered.

The strong man squatted down and planned to put a bandage on Chen Mo's thigh.

"Don't think about sneak attacking me or something. That will only make you more painful before death. Even a trained soldier can avoid being in a coma under your current bleeding volume. And you can still speak. To be honest, it really surprised me. Can we all save trouble?"

"You are right. Such a bleeding amount is really too fake!"

Chen Mo spoke again, but this time he no longer had any weakness in his words, but instead gave people a feeling of being full of energy and even a bit arrogant.

The strong white man suddenly realized something was wrong, and an extremely dangerous feeling came from the originally weak man on the ground.

The strong white man subconsciously turned around and rushed towards the dining table. The revolver placed on the dining table was his greatest confidence.

When people are frightened, they always subconsciously move closer to their own greatest reliance.

Unfortunately, he woke up too late. Since Chen Mo stopped pretending to show off, he naturally would not give this strong man a chance to resist.

The floor was originally covered with Chen Mo's blood, but the blood began to wriggle at this moment.

The blood actually turned into long red lines, but it twisted like a living thing like a bug.

These insect-like red lines instantly rushed towards the strong white man like poisonous snakes.

It is Chen Mo's trump card, [Qiansixue].

[Thousand Silk Snow]: Take one thousand filaria egg, and use the heart blood at the fingertips of the subject to hatch. The hatched filaria must be fed immediately with blood and food. The blood is better for strengthening the animal. From then on, feed the thousand filaria with this kind of blood and flesh every month. When the thousand filaria grows into adulthood, one thousand filaria can have the strength to feed the animal. Never feed it, it is easy to backfire.

When the thousand filaria worms become adults, they can be given to their relatives and servants to integrate into themselves, which can strengthen their bodies and nourish their bodies.

Speaking of which, in the era when spiritual energy still exists, this secret method is actually a small method that is not in the eyes of demon cultivators at all, but is just to seek benefits for relatives, family servants, etc.

In this Dharma-Ending Age, because these thousand filiforms can survive without spiritual energy, and are somewhat magical, they are naturally considered a magical power.

Chen Mo practiced this thousand-silk snow at the age of 12. At that time, his master fed him a big buffalo as blood food. The big buffalo was carefully selected by the master, and he spent tens of thousands of dollars, but he didn't feel sorry for him.

Chen Mo actually asked his master why he didn’t find an elephant for him. At that time, his master knocked Chen Mo on the head, saying that killing an elephant was illegal!

No matter how powerful this strong man is, he is naturally not as powerful as a big buffalo. In just a moment, this white man was tied up by Chen Mo's thousand-filament worms and hung out of thin air.

"There is something you mentioned about the door and the situation in this place. I hope you can tell me truthfully, so that it will save me a lot of effort and you can suffer a lot of pain."

Chen Mo stood up from the lying down on the floor and showed a warm smile to the strong white man.

This smile was not at all hideous, but it made the white strong man feel extremely chill in his heart.