Passive Cultivation of Techniques: Training to Become Buddha in a Demonic Sect

Wan Mo Mountain.

Ghostly Ghost Sect.

In a huge cave house, there is a lot of ghosts.

Lu Li frowned slightly and stood in the middle of the hall with his head lowered.

Just like him, the other nine beginner disciples beside him were nervous and didn't dare to breathe.

In front of them, an old man in black robe, sitting on a large chair with white bones, his eyes were scarlet as ghosts, and his body exuded a terrifying pressure like a mountain.

This person is Lu Li's master, a real ghost, a late Jindan cultivation base, bloodthirsty and bloodthirsty.

If something goes wrong, he will kill someone to vent his anger.

"March has arrived. Today, I will check your cultivation for the master."

The real devil spoke up.

The voice was cold and biting, as if to freeze the human soul into ice.

Saying that, he raised his hand and pointed: "Xiao Yan, you come first."

"Yes."

The introductory disciple who was named responded, took a step forward with sincerity and fear, and said with great respect: "Master, this disciple specializes in the blood-devouring magic art, please ask Master to test it."

After finishing speaking, start the exercise.

Clap la la la.

Accompanied by the turbulent sound of the river, a bright red blood energy emerged from the center of his eyebrows, lingering around his body, spinning non-stop, very flexible.

This is the blood-devouring devil energy created by the blood-devouring magic art.

The imperial envoy went out and threw himself on the enemy, which could drain the enemy's blood in the blink of an eye, which was very strange and terrifying.

"More than dexterity, but lack of magic, in the future, you will have to absorb more blood, preferably the blood of people who practice cultivation."

The real ghost said coldly.

"Disciple thanks Master for his guidance."

The introductory disciple named Xiao Yan wiped his sweat, bowed respectfully, and returned to the ranks.

"Han Li, come here."

Afterwards, the real ghost named another person.

An introductory disciple named Han Li walked out of the array, his face pale, and he bowed tremblingly: "This disciple is cultivating the heart-breaking palm of the bones, please ask Master to test it."

Afterwards, he began to practice the exercises in the hall, with ferocious strength and sharp moves.

But just halfway through the game, the real ghost snorted coldly: "Hey, your bones are soft and heart-breaking palms are soft, and there is no murderous aura. I think you usually just use chickens, ducks, tigers and leopards to test, what's the use of you!"

The words fall.

Huh.

A jet of black energy flew out of him and turned into a ten-meter-long black-qi giant snake in the middle of the road. It opened its big mouth and swallowed the entry-level disciple with one mouthful.

"Ah! Master, don't..."

This introductory disciple was swallowed into the belly of the snake before he had time to scream.

Under the terrified gazes of everyone, the black gas giant snake circled, shrank, turned into a drop of blood, and slowly flew back to the ghost real person.

The ghost real person opened his mouth and sucked, and swallowed the drop of blood into his stomach, and his scarlet eyes shot a cold light: "Humph, there is no waste under this seat! If you don't practice hard, this is the end!"

"The disciple understands."

A group of disciples hurriedly worshipped.

A few people were even more frightened and trembling all over.

At the end of the array, although Lu Li didn't tremble, his face was bitter.

With a silent recitation in my heart, I summoned the system panel.

Host: Lu carp.

The realm, the first layer of Qi refining.

Blood Devourer: The first layer (progress 1%).

Bone Heartbreaker: The first layer (5% progress).

Seven Killing Fist: The first floor (progress 0%).

Ghost Phantom Step: The first floor (10% progress).

The system panel is simple.

But it is indeed his plug-in.

That's right, Lu Li came through.

Before crossing, he was a game developer and was developing a hang-up game, and he died suddenly.

After crossing, he became an entry-level disciple of the Yin Ming Ghost Sect.

just developed game,

It has also become his plug-in, any cultivation technique, once learned, can be practiced on its own.

but:

"Because your blood-devouring magic art didn't suck people's blood, your mood was low, and your practice went backwards."

"Your heart-breaking palm, because you only kill chickens and ducks, you are not satisfied, and your cultivation is not progressing."

"Your Seven Killing Fist is very dissatisfied with your kind heart, and your practice is going backwards."

"Your spirit ghost phantom step, because you did not integrate the ghost power, the energy is insufficient, and the cultivation is not progressing."

Looking at the records in the system log, Lu Li secretly sighed.

He really can't get past his own level.

Moreover, his strength is too weak, and he can't even beat the handymen of the outer sect.

Just as he was thinking, a scream of 'ah' came into his ears.

Someone else was swallowed!

Lu Li looked up and found that there were two people left, so it was his turn.

Are you going to die again?

Looking at the real ghost on the white bone chair, Lu Li felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

"Hmph, Seven Killing Fist kills yourself first and then kills you, what the hell are you practicing, die!"

The real ghost snorted coldly.

boom.

The introductory disciple who just went to practice the exercises exploded and died.

It didn't take long.

"The ghost ghost walks as fast as a ghost, but your footwork is slower than that of my grandmother who has been dead for many years, die!"

The murderous voice of the real ghost sounded again.

boom.

Another introductory disciple exploded on the spot, turning into a bloody fog, and was directly sucked up by the angry ghost real person.

Then, a cold and biting gaze swept across Lu Li.

Lu Li sighed inwardly, his face turning pale.

It's his turn!

"Huh? Lu Li, what the hell are you doing? My four-door magic skills have not made any progress?" Suddenly, the ghost real person flashed, came to Lu Li, and asked sullenly.

"..."

Lu Li smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer.

Could it be that I am a good person and not suitable for practicing magic?

It will definitely die if you say it.

Therefore, Lu Li turned his head, forced his courage, and bowed solemnly: "Master, I have fully understood the exercises, please give the disciple another month, and the disciple will definitely satisfy the master!"

"Humph! If it wasn't for your good aptitude, I would slap you into a pumpkin pie! I'll give you another month. If you fail to cultivate, I will peel you and fill it with grass and make you a straw man!"

The real ghost is gloomy.

Peel and fill the grass?

When Lu Li heard this, his heart trembled and his face paled.

Swish.

The real ghost figure flashed, and he returned to the big white bone chair, his eyes were cold: "This test, I am very dissatisfied! Next month, you will still be such waste, you will all die! Get out!"

When he's done speaking, he flicks his hand.

The wind blew up.

In an instant, the remaining seven entry-level disciples were swept out of the cave.

"The disciple retire."

The seven introductory disciples did not dare to get angry, and bowed their hands again before they dared to turn around and leave.

Before leaving, a few fellow disciples gleefully glanced at Lu Li.

In the Yin Ming Ghost Sect, a Jindan elder usually only accepts two or three apprentices at a time. They wish that Lu Li, a guy with good aptitude, would die early and become the true disciple of the ghost real person.

What to do now?

Lu Li stood halfway up the mountain, looking at the endless sea of ​​clouds in front of him, confused for a while.

Should I just wait to die?

Cross again?

However, the Yin Ming Ghost Sect is a sect in the demon sect that specializes in raising ghosts and refining the soul. If they are killed by real ghosts, they will definitely lose their souls.

Can you cross again?

Besides, in this world of immortals and demons, isn't it a waste of time to not cultivate immortals?

Thinking of this, Lu Li was a little unwilling.

You have to practice hard!

But even if he was ruthless, he wouldn't be able to improve his cultivation much in a month.

After thinking about it, the only way is to choose a magic art that suits you, practice it quickly, and show the progress of cultivation that will satisfy the real ghost.

I have to go to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion again!

After making up his mind, Lu Li followed the mountain road, walked quickly, and rushed to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.