Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Concentrate your mind, calm your mind, and guard your Dantian.

After Luke left, Chen Mo didn't waste any time and closed his eyes to practice.

It was just that after he had practiced cultivation for a short time, he had no choice but to give up.

The spiritual energy in this world is too thin, and even if the spiritual energy is thin, the spiritual energy is also mixed with the energy called magic that the vampire used.

If Chen Mo wants to refine the spiritual energy in the aura, he often has to devote his energy to getting rid of the magic power.

This made it impossible for Chen Mo's cultivation speed to increase. I am afraid that if he spent these seven days practicing, Chen Mo felt that he might only be able to increase his mana by a few rays.

The rate of return was so low that Chen Mo had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​practicing.

Then I started thinking about how to perfect my scam.

First of all, it is natural to need a set of exercises. If you are an ordinary person, you may not have so many exercises to choose from.

But Chen Mo is different. As the inheritor of Mo Dharma, he may not have many other skills, but he definitely has more skills.

Chen Mo rummaged through his memory, thought hard, and finally found an article that he thought was the most suitable exercise.

That was the "Taiyin Soldier's Book". After finding this book of exercises from his memory, Chen Mo immediately laughed with satisfaction.

This technique is used by ancient masters to train Tao soldiers. The so-called Tao soldiers are actually cannon fodder.

Therefore, the only advantage of this technique is that it is very fast to get started.

As long as you have the qualifications to practice, and as long as people use magic power to help you, it can be said that it takes three days to get started and five days to practice Qi. From a mortal to a monk, it is definitely not a dream.

It's just that for such a domineering technique, its shortcomings are naturally very terrifying.

First of all, the upper limit of this skill is extremely low. Naturally, getting started so quickly is because it completely overdraws your future development and your own talent.

Secondly, because it is cultivated by Taoist soldiers, all its characteristics are only for fighting. Not only does it not increase life span, it may even decrease it.

As a result, the magic power produced by this technique is extremely overbearing and very unstable. There is a risk of body explosion at any time when used.

In the end, because you are relying on someone else's magic power to get started, you will be defeated by that person's magic power.

Because of these three shortcomings of this technique, if it is really used for practice, it is naturally inappropriate, but if it is used to deceive people, it has all advantages in Chen Mo's eyes.

Not only that, Chen Mo also wanted to keep the secret hand that his ancestor had left in his technique into this technique.

After Luke practices this technique, he will receive one-stop service from getting started to becoming a demon.

As for whether Luke would discover something fishy, ​​Chen Mo was not worried at all.

How could such an American who had no idea about the traditional Chinese knowledge system identify it?

You are careless. This foreigner cannot read Chinese characters and cannot understand the secrets of the exercises. Even if Chen Mo wants to help him get started, it will be difficult.

After scratching his head, an idea suddenly flashed in Chen Mo's mind, and he had it, Jade Slip Preaching.

However, it is naturally impossible for Chen Mo to create such high-end goods now, but there are alternatives.

That is the magic map. In ancient times, the vast majority of people were illiterate. Is it necessary to spend time and laborious teachings to train Tao soldiers?

What's the difference between that and being a disciple?

So the magic map was born. By drawing a special Taoist text and drawing the magic rhyme that contains the true meaning of cultivation, a magic map was born.

Chen Mo got up, rummaged around in the suite, and found a yellow pages book of America's, which was actually a phone book.

Place the Yellow Pages on the table in the suite.

Chen Mo raised his left hand, pointed his right hand together like a sword, and lightly scratched the pad of his left index finger.

The blood spilled out and fell on the Yellow Pages. Chen Mo used his inner fire and began to burn it, creating a magic map.

While Chen Mo was busy practicing drawings.

In an old castle on the outskirts of this city.

An old man in a gorgeous nightgown was eating food elegantly with a knife and fork, being served by a servant.

The dinner plate contained a cooked blood slave steak, and the wine glass contained the freshest virgin blood.

The corpse of the blood slave beside him was still slightly glowing with heat.

Opposite him sat a beautiful woman, who was also enjoying this rare delicacy.

"Lana, what is your sister Alyssa busy with recently?"

The old man put the knife and fork, picked up the napkin, and wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth gracefully.

"My respected Earl Philip Morton, my dear patriarch, it's not enough for you to have me. You actually said the words about missing my sister in front of me. This really makes me feel sad."

Lana's eyes sparkled, and she said coquettishly with a bit of amusement in her tone. She knew that Earl Morton liked this tone.

This is where she is stronger than her sister, and it is also because of this that she can push her sister out of the castle.

But I think my sister will thank me. After all, she once wanted to leave the castle.

After hearing Lana's words, Earl Morton did not laugh as heartily as usual.

Instead, he picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of tender meat, put it in his mouth and chewed it, after fully savoring the taste of the meat.

The waiter on the side immediately took a small box, opened it and held it in front of Earl Morton.

Earl Morton gently spit out the meat in his mouth, then raised his glass and drank it in one gulp.

It seems like he is suppressing something.

After a while, he picked up the napkin again and wiped his mouth.

"Alyssa's breath has disappeared, I think you should know what this means."

"What, sister is dead?"

The corners of Lana's mouth twitched, and she couldn't control the strength of her hands. Her fingerprints were instantly found on the knife and fork in her hand.

You know, the knives and forks they use are all made of platinum.

As for why the traditional aristocratic silver is not used, it is somewhat rude to the vampires to ask.

"Is it those people from the Demon Slayer Club, or those beasts from the Church?"

Lana's tone was no longer as charming as before, and even seemed a little rude to Earl Morton.

"Viscount Lana, you are rude!"

The butler standing nearby reminded loudly.

"Bang!"

Lana flicked her wrist, and the fork in her hand shot through the air like a shooting star, towards the talkative butler.

"when!"

Earl Morton immediately protected the butler with an invisible force field.

"Viscount Lana. I know you are angry, but this housekeeper has been with me for more than 200 years."

"Tell me if it's the Demon Slayer or the Church!"

Lana also knew that she would not be Count Morton's opponent, so she let go of the control of telekinesis.

The platinum fork fell to the ground.

Although the talkative butler remained expressionless, his secret swallowing of saliva revealed that he was also afraid.

"It's not the Demon Slayer Society, nor the church. You know, they and I have reached a consensus over the past hundreds of years."

"Are those the new freaks who call themselves superheroes? Are they capable of killing my sister?"

Lana asked doubtfully.

"You need to investigate this yourself."

Earl Morton also had a chill in his tone.

"Didn't you reach an agreement with the church and won't let me leave the castle again?"

Lana was a little excited, it was her desire for freedom, killing, and blood.

"Go and make a scene. Let them know the consequences of provoking our vampires."

Earl Morton's tone was very quiet, as quiet as if he was discussing whether to eat mutton or beef for dinner.