Start: Forced by the family to become a magician

"Junior Brother Fang, don't worry, we will definitely restore this place to its original state."

The bald man said with a smile.

The bald man's reaction also made the black-robed man on the side notice that something was wrong, and the black-robed man had a gloomy face, and his strong anger did not attack.

Fang Mo ignored the two and turned to leave.

...

Not long after, Fang Mo came to a magnificent hall with three blood-red characters on it,

"Hall of Exercises."

Fang Mo calmly stepped into the hall and glanced around, there were not many people in the empty hall.

A huge light curtain not far away attracted Fang Mo's attention, and this light curtain was like a wall, dividing the hall in two.

Fang Mo's eyes showed a strange color, and he was just about to look closer.

"New?"

A hoarse voice came from beside him.

Fang Mo suddenly turned his head and found an old woman with white hair sitting in the corner.

He was shocked in his heart, since he came in, he had not even noticed this old woman.

"Senior, the disciple has just entered the sect and came to select the exercises."

Fang Mo bowed his hand.

The white-haired old woman said again with an expressionless face: "Bring the token."

Fang Mo handed over the black jade tablet in a word.

"Hehe, it turned out to be Pei Kun's personal disciple."

The white-haired old woman raised her head slightly and glanced at Fang Mo with cloudy eyes, Fang Mo's sweat hair stood up instantly, and he felt as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Fang Mo was a little nervous in his heart, he was afraid that the white-haired old woman would find something abnormal in her body.

Fortunately, the white-haired old woman withdrew her gaze after just taking a look, pointed to the huge light curtain and said: "With the token, you can go in and choose the Yuan Technique, and the cultivation of the Yuan Spirit Realm can choose two." After choosing, go to me to register. After

the white-haired old woman finished speaking, she closed her eyes and stopped paying attention to Fang Mo.

Fang Mo took the token and walked towards the light curtain.

Looking at the huge light curtain in front of him, Fang Mo reached out and touched it, the light curtain was as soft as water waves, and the next second, there was a suction force from the light curtain, and he was directly sucked into the light curtain.

Opening his eyes again, rows of bookshelves appeared neatly and orderly in front of Fang Mo.

"The Ten Thousand Corpse Sect is really profound."

Fang Mo's eyes showed surprise, for the first time in his life, he had seen so many Yuan Techniques.

Fang Mo casually picked up a book and flipped through it.

"Heaven forbid."

The Heavenly Fu Technique is a practice of Qi, Fang Mo shook his head slightly, the practice was not what he needed, he already had the Ten Thousand Transformations Blood Codex.

Exercises are different from meta-arts.

Exercises are the foundation of practice, cultivating one's own body and pursuing the method of detachment from the road.

Meta-art, on the other hand, is the art of attacking and killing.

Fang Mo put down the Heavenly Magic Technique in his hand and continued to flip through the other books.

"Changchun Gong", "Blood Spirit Recipe", "Corpse Qi Recipe"....

"It seems that this shelf is full of exercise books."

Fang Mo secretly said in his heart that he cultivated the Ten Thousand Transformations Blood Codex, and he naturally couldn't look at these exercises.

Fang Mo walked to the next bookshelf, and there was a Yuan Technique on it.

"Corpse Rot", "Ghost Qi Slash", "Mighty Demon Ape Fist", "Soul Devouring Palm"...

Fang Mo was dazzled by all kinds of Yuan Techniques, and Fang Mo also saw the rotten palm cast by the black-robed man, the Yellow Rank Middle Grade Yuan Technique.

Fang Mo shook his head slightly and walked to the next bookshelf again.

Two hours passed, and Fang Mo was still rummaging on the bookshelf.

"Huh..." Fang

Mo looked at the reddened book in his hand, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes.

This was a Yuanshu book that he had just turned out from the corner of the bookshelf, called Blood Sacrifice.

Blood sacrifice is a kind of yuan art that sacrifices corpses with its own essence blood.

"There is no need to use corpse gas to refine corpses."

Fang Mo was overjoyed in his heart, this blood sacrifice technique was a kind of chicken rib for others, after all, essence blood was very important to cultivators, each cultivator condensed a limited amount of essence blood, and the recovery of essence blood was also very slow.

And Fang Mo is different, he who cultivates the Wanhua Blood Codex and has an immortal blood lotus, not only is his yuan power more than several times that of normal cultivators, but there is no shortage of blood qi and essence blood.

This blood sacrifice technique was simply tailor-made for him!

Fang Mo put the blood sacrifice technique into his arms, he was in a good mood at this time, he had always been very interested in refining corpses, but he couldn't cultivate corpse qi, and he had no chance to refine corpses.

Today, fighting with the black-robed man, seeing the black-robed man's refining corpse, aroused Fang Mo's interest again.

Fang Mo came to the Hall of Exercises with a fluke mentality to see if there was a method of refining corpses that did not require corpse qi, but he didn't expect that he really found it.

Fang Mo found the Yuan Art he needed, and did not leave in a hurry, but continued to look at the Yuan Art on the bookshelf, after all, he could choose two Yuan Arts.

"Corpse control", "beast control", "insect calling", "corpse puppetry"....

Fang Mo picked up the corpse puppet technique, and after flipping through a few pages, he also took the corpse puppet art into his arms.

...

The huge light curtain in the hall rippled like water waves, and Fang Mo walked out from the light curtain.

He walked over to the white-haired old woman and took out the two Yuan Techniques from his arms.

"Blood Sacrifice?"

The white-haired old woman's brows furrowed slightly.

Looking up at Fang Mo, he said coldly: "Boy, which horn did you find this Yuan Art from?" Don't die.

When Fang Mo heard this, he pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Senior, why do you say that?"

The white-haired old woman said expressionlessly: "The refining corpse sacrificed with its own essence blood is more powerful and weird than ordinary refining corpse!" A hundred years ago, there were many people in the sect who practiced the blood sacrifice technique in order to be able to sacrifice more powerful corpses, including some elders.

Speaking of this, the white-haired old woman seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of fear flashed under her eyes

, "In less than half a year, these people who practiced blood sacrifice were all eaten by their own refining corpses, and the body essence blood was lost and turned into dry corpses. Since then, the blood sacrifice technique has been privately forbidden, and no one dares to practice it for a hundred years. "

Forbidden Technique?"

Fang Mo frowned, wouldn't that not allow cultivation.

"Then I have to practice this blood sacrifice technique?"

Fang Mo asked.

The white-haired old woman said grimly: "You have to look for death yourself, and the old body can still stop you."

Fang Mo secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Thank you senior for reminding me, I still choose this Yuan Art."

"No need to thank me, I just looked at Pei Kun's face and said two more words."

The white-haired old woman said and put away the two books, turned around and handed Fang Mo two pieces

of jade Jane, "The above is the topology of those two Yuan Techniques, and you can easily read the content above with consciousness sinking into the jade."

"Thank you, senior."

Fang Mo put away the jade Jian and turned to leave.

The white-haired old woman's cloudy eyes looked at Fang Mo's departing back, and said to herself: "Pei Kun's vision is indeed good, alas, it's a pity..."

Fang Mo left the Hall of Exercises and did not return to the third peak, but walked towards the Hall of Formations.

The destruction of the cave mansion gave Fang Mo a wake-up call.

In order to prevent this situation from happening again in the future, he had to go to the formation hall to take a look and arrange some protective formations around the cave mansion.