Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

As the earth rotates, the sun no longer shines on this land.

The departure of the infinite light and power caused the visibility in the fog to drop to the lowest level again.

In this invisible environment, a giant beast with seven legs and more than ten meters tall was walking.

Suddenly it seemed to sense something, raised its head like a water snake, and looked in the direction of the supermarket where Chen Mo was.

It walked along, not far from where the big meat ball died.

Suddenly, it saw traces of aura emerging next to the place where the big meat ball died. Along with these traces of aura, it also felt four kinds of auras!

The aura was powerful and awe-inspiring, as if it was emitted by a giant beast that has existed since ancient times.

Just a hint of breath made the monster feel like a mouse sensing a cat.

Monsters don't have much intelligence, but it is the instinct of creatures to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.

It instinctively turned around and ran away, wanting to get as far away from this breath as possible.

The four holy beasts are like divine beasts in the Chinese Immortal Way. The auras they emit are not something that this monster dares to provoke, even if the auras were tricked by Chen Mo using phaseless magic power to simulate Taoist magic power.

That's not something this monster can offend.

What exudes the aura of the Four Saints is the formation drawn by Chen Mo with his own blood.

This scarlet magic circle is somewhat holy at this moment, which is the inspiration of the gods.

And there is a soul flag standing in the formation.

There is a young man sitting cross-legged under the soul flag.

At this moment, the young man's eyes were slightly closed, his hands were tied together, and his aura was floating. It seemed that because he had just made a breakthrough, his aura was unstable, causing a faint glow to appear on his body.

This person is Chen Mo, who has just broken through the first level of Qi training and officially entered the level.

He had just entered the level, and was unable to control his spirituality for a while. Unexpectedly, he attracted a monster. Fortunately, he had left a backup plan before entering samadhi.

After an unknown number of hours, the light from Chen Mo's body was finally gathered back into his body, and his aura became more stable!

"call!"

This practice is really time consuming.

Chen Mo sighed in his heart.

Stretch your body, stand up slowly, stretch out your right hand, grab it into the air, and draw your magic power.

The tall soul flag that stood there immediately flew up out of thin air, spinning several times in mid-air.

It shrunk a bit with every turn, and by the time it flew into Chen Mo's palm, it was only a foot long.

With a shake of his hand, the soul flag's surface was automatically rolled up onto the flag pole, and was then hidden closely by Chen Mo.

When I first started practicing.

After Chen Mo used the warm current to break through the first level of Qi training, he calculated the amount of warm current and found that it would not allow him to climb to the second level of Qi training, so he did not continue to accumulate practice.

Instead, let all the warm current turn into refining mana to help.

At this moment, Chen Mo's mana accumulation was finally no longer based on silk.

But according to shares, one mana has ten strands of mana. He now has three strands of mana. His strength has suddenly risen to an unknown number of levels, but it has not yet reached the upper limit of what he can hold!

Or is the limitation of not being able to directly absorb spiritual energy too great? Aren't people in this world treated differently?

Is this discrimination?

I heard that before the end of the Dharma, the amount of mana in a monk's body was completely calculated according to the realm. When the realm was reached, the mana was also there. As much mana as the meridians could hold, there was as much mana!

However, it seemed that the realm was not easy to break through at that time. Anyway, in the Demon Sect inheritance, Chen Mo did not see any record of someone going from a mortal to the first level of Qi training in one day!

The most genius record seems to be thirty days.

Chen Mo had no doubt that he was a genius in cultivation, otherwise his master would not have found him as a disciple.

Even Chen Mo himself didn't believe that he could be a genius to such an extent!

So being able to practice Qi successfully in one day must be due to the effect of this strange warm current.

I don’t know what this strange warm current is?

Chen Mo's choice is to put things on hold for the time being that he cannot understand.

After calming down, he glanced at the demon-suppressing array that had completely lost its aura as the soul flags were put away. Chen Mo knew that he had to quickly find a place to hide and cultivate a magical power!

Although he has advanced to the next level, he has not yet mastered magical powers and spells. When he encounters a monster like the big meat ball again, he may have to use the demon in the soul flag.

It's just that the devil has already been fooled once, and I'm afraid it won't be easy to fool him this second time.

If this demon runs away, this soul flag will naturally be considered useless.

Chen Mo raised his feet and was about to walk towards the supermarket.

Suddenly I frowned, and on a whim, I vaguely felt that there was an opportunity that I hadn't taken yet!

When he realized it carefully, he realized that there was something inside the body of the big meat ball that seemed to be faintly attracting him.

Could it be that this good fortune is not just due to the rapid progress in one's own spiritual practice after killing this big meat ball?

What other treasures should you give yourself?

But isn’t there something precious about this big meat ball?

Chen Mo, who was thinking this way, did not walk directly towards the body of the big meat ball.

Instead, he used magic power to examine his body carefully, and even used formless magic power to transform into Buddhist magic power and Taoist magic power, and used a reprimand and a mind-purifying mantra on himself.

After making sure that his physical and mental state were both normal, Chen Mo walked towards the big meat ball.

The body of the big meat ball was so huge that even if it was burned by the magic flame, it was not completely burned away and there were always some residues.

A large amount of charred ash mixed with flesh and blood was accumulated, and at the same time, a stench also floated in the air. The stench felt like burnt pig intestines mixed with corruption and blood, which was really hard to describe.

As soon as he got close, Chen Mo couldn't help but frown at the unique smell.

Chen Mo held his breath, endured his temper, and dug into the coke, searching for it.

Fortunately, the corpse was basically charred, and even if it wasn't charred, it would have been dried out of moisture and not sticky, so it wasn't as disgusting as it looked.

Unfortunately, this big meat ball is too big, and its carcass is naturally too big. Looking for something is like looking for a needle in a haystack, with no results.

After walking out of Big Meatball's body, Chen Mo waved his hands and looked a little ugly.

He doesn't have so much time to look for a needle in a haystack. If he has this time, he can start thinking about and practice a magical power.

But Chen Mo naturally wouldn't just give up on his opportunity.

He walked quickly towards the supermarket. It was a waste of time to rummage by himself, but he was not alone here.

There are a group of big American men in the supermarket. Isn’t this all free labor?

What?

They will not be so obedient, they yearn for freedom!

Well, I don’t know how many such strong-willed people there are.

The answer is none.

But Chen Mo used a little bit of rhetoric!