Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Chapter 86 87. Changing roles

Chen Mo was familiar with the road and once again stood in front of the many doors in the space hall.

Standing in front of these doors, Chen Mo had no intention of returning to his room for a long time.

He was stunned as he looked at the doors in front of him that could lead to different worlds.

At this moment, a question lingered in his mind, that is, since there were treasures at the level of spiritual treasures in the prehistoric world.

Even if this treasure is a beggar’s version, a spiritual treasure is a spiritual treasure. So what is the essence of this space?

Chen Mo has also read a lot of novels and has various conjectures in his mind, but these conjectures are just conjectures and are somewhat unrealistic.

For example, the body of a main god, or some kind of spiritual treasure, or even a box with a high-dimensional existence.

None of this is actually important to Chen Mo, because no matter what it is, Chen Mo can't give up the temptation to continue traveling.

There was just one thought that kept lingering in Chen Mo's mind, making him feel itchy.

That is, no matter what this space is, can this thing be used as a treasure to be used for sacrifice?

If you can refine it into your own treasure, you can travel through time as you wish.

With this thought in mind, Chen Mo used his magic power and quietly touched the wall of the corridor near the hall.

Two people were facing each other, and it was unclear whether they were male or female. One of them was looking at the other person with his fangs exposed and his eyes strange.

The severe injuries to his body could not hide his eyes that were getting brighter and brighter.

Invisible mana quickly began to infect, and was then directly defeated by a burst of energy.

Returning to his room, Chen Mo began to close his eyes to recuperate. However, the injury was caused by an extremely terrifying treasure after all, and it was not something that Chen Mo could recover from if he wanted to.

Finally, the moral golden light and the little beast came to the door where the horns were changed.

Chen Mo murmured to himself that in his opinion, no matter which conjecture or possibility it was, there would be no danger in trying it, at least he would not die.

There is a high tower carved on the door that belongs to Cyber. There are some humans under the tower. These humans look very strange, and they have all kinds of high-tech equipment installed on their bodies.

This thought was like having a strange magical power. As soon as it appeared, it occupied all of Chen Mo's mind and could not get rid of it.

Chen Mo's Tianzi Expeller is worthy of being Tianzi. With just a little bit of magic power, it can discern an important piece of information.

Among them, the fog that has always been locked is finally no longer in a locked state, and the ones that are still in a locked state are the Night and Prehistory.

Spirit-blood fortune-telling is a reserved program, so naturally it still has to be held. After all, the worlds chosen by the little spirit-blood beasts for Chen Mo every time are very good and can be considered useful.

"Mist, inside and outside, night, immortality, prehistory, box."

The energy did not attack Chen Mo, but the excitement caused by it caused Chen Mo's body to be injured in an instant.

Fortunately, there is no energy left, otherwise Chen Mo would be in even more trouble.

In other words, this innate spiritual treasure is completely ownerless, or the only candidate for it at this moment is Chen Mo.

Seven days passed by in a flash, and Chen Mo's injuries were almost completely healed.

Before Chen Mo could tell what was in the stench.

Chen Mo walked in the hall, muttering something to himself, looking at the doors of different shapes in front of him as if he was choosing a concubine.

Chen Mo is confident that although the level of this space is too high for him so far, he cannot yet practice it.

When the TV turned on, I discovered that it could still receive TV signals from the outside. It wasn't boring anymore.

"puff!"

The moment the spiritual beast appeared this time, a little golden moral golden light appeared next to the spiritual beast.

"Ahem, what the hell does that smell like?"

Pushing open the door, Chen Mo appeared in a room the next second.

Chen Mo, who was lying on the sofa bored, picked up the remote control on the coffee table and clicked it.

Chen Mo looked at it for a while but didn't see the significance of this thing.

Chen Mo took a deep breath. No matter how many times he traveled through time, he would still be a little nervous at the beginning of a new time travel.

"Innate Spiritual Treasure!"

"Roar!"

The little beast was running and flapping in pursuit of the golden light of morality, just like a puppy flapping butterflies in the grass.

Take a deep breath subconsciously.

This is an innate spiritual treasure, and no one has ever refined it.

He shook his head and threw all thoughts behind him.

The little beast didn't notice. It hit the door with its head and turned into a pool of blood foam before disappearing without a trace.

"How about giving it a try?"

With a wave of his hand, a burst of magic power was activated and a strong wind blew away.

"Hahaha, cough cough."

This time, as usual, there are two more doors, namely "Changing Corners" and "Cyber".

In a corner of the room, a figure roared and rushed towards Chen Mo.

However, this matter cannot be rushed, because even the Sun Pearl Chen Mo cannot refine it and can only warm it up.

Chen Mo laughed heartily and heartily. The laughter even affected his own injuries. Chen Mo immediately coughed in pain. However, even so, Chen Mo couldn't help laughing.

Chen Mo felt a rotten smell coming straight to his forehead.

A drop of blood fell, rolled on the spot, and the spiritual beast appeared.

The other man without fangs was squatting with his hands on his knees, as if he was being bullied.

But as long as his strength can keep climbing, sooner or later he will be able to successfully refine this space.

As long as you input mana to test it, no matter what it is, your Tianzi Drive can at least obtain some of the mysteries of this space.

"Ahem, just the surge of energy caused me to be so seriously injured. You are so domineering. You are worthy of being an innate spiritual treasure."

Although there is still a dangerous aura in Dengxian inside and outside, for Chen Mo at this moment, it has become much better, at least from the previous ten-death situation to the current nine-death situation.

Especially this kind of cyber world, Chen Mo has some understanding of the cyber world. Under the premise that the soul belongs to the underworld, what else can this kind of cyber world bring to Chen Mo? Engine oil?

On the door that changed corners, Chen Mo saw an interesting relief.

The next moment, Chen Mo let go of his palm and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

It looks like this is the door leaf called changing angles.

"Crack."

Chen Mo is not too cold about this high-tech world. After all, this kind of world does not have enough spirituality to breed the treasure materials used to refine weapons.

The figure who sneaked up on Chen Mo was stuck on the wall for an instant, exploding like a jar of rotten ketchup.

Following this explosion, Chen Mo immediately frowned, because he actually received a trace of humane merit.

It's just that in addition to this warm stream of merit, he also received a trace of karma. This karma was not given by humanity or heaven, but seemed to be given by this world.

"Changing corners, what do you mean?"

(End of chapter)