The Demonic Magic Emperor

Tianmo Dahua's

Zhuo Fan slapped his sky cover with a palm in the eyes of the frightened guard, and began to practice movements.

Suddenly, streams of black air emerged from his hands, entering into the body of the guard like a twisted insect. As soon as this black spirit entered the body, the skin of the guard immediately changed.

The horrified look was tinged with a painful touch, and the pale face from losing a lot of blood gradually turned black. It didn't take long for the guards to turn the entire body into black charcoal. In the dark night, he could not see her figure clearly without looking closely.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Fan's mouth moved slightly, releasing a rare color of excitement in his eyes.

Even though Dahua Demons tactic was to turn others' cultivation into their own skill, how could the hard cultivation strength of others be so easily captured? Even if inhaled into the body, I fear they will expel themselves. In particular, the foundation that will serve as the foundation for future practice should be treated with caution.

Therefore, Zhuo Fan had to first demonize his elemental strength before it could be fully absorbed.

Taking a deep breath, Zhuo Fan calmed down with excitement, his hands tightened, and streams of black air started flowing back from the guard to his body, and the black body of the guard started to dry up quickly.

After half an hour, Zhuo Fan pulled out his palm, crossed his knees on the ground, and trained up the body's new strength.

The body of the guard fell to the ground and fell onto the powder with a touch. Like a corpse that had been dead for thousands of years, it suddenly dug up from the underground kilometers and experienced air weathering, completely turning into a pile of sand and floating in the air.

The Heavenly Dahua Recipe made by the Nine Spectral Demon Emperor can not only take away his power for me, but also consume the life essence of others.

Strong black air flowed through the body like a flood, Zhuo Fan quickly submerged his mind, running the exercises, guiding this power into his main blood vessels, constantly washing the blood vessel barrier, and, and gradually expand the blood vessels.

The full power of the Juqijing Master was injected into his body which was never practiced simultaneously. The kind of pain that would tear his muscle veins made thick beads of sweat from his forehead.

But he still endured it because he knew that such a powerful empowerment would lay such a strong foundation that no one could match. With a basis as a guarantee, it can do more with less in the future.

In the past one minute and one second, one hour and two hours, Zhuo Fan had gritted his teeth, and the sweat on his head was flowing like a waterfall ...

After the next three hours, Zhuo Fan's teeth, which he had clenched, began to loosen. Streams of black air circulated hundreds of times on his body and returned to his dantian, which turned into a black lake quietly. Stay there, no anger before.

Slowly opening his eyes, Zhuofan let out a long breath. The clouds at the edge of the sky were already emitting white light, and the ferocious beasts that were fed all night long started to walk deep into the forest.

"Whether this inclines, yes, yes, I can't think of the skill of refining a dual Qi-collecting cultivator who will take one night."

Zhuo Fan laughed, shook his head, and started examining his body at this moment.

Touch it!

With a loud noise, a huge rock suddenly fell into a crush under Zhuo Fan's thin fist.

Then he looked at his cultivation behavior again.

But I didn't see it. After being examined, even he himself could not help but be surprised.

His cultivation practice actually reached the fifth floor of the foundation directly from nothingness, and what was stored in the body was not the vitality of the foundation, but directly the strength of the Qi-collecting environment.

“Good people, magic tricks today are really amazing.” Zhuo Fan could not help but quietly inhale in his heart.

In general, it would take five and a half years to cultivate to the fifth floor of the foundation, even the talented geniuses in the Holy Land. But after only one night, he had achieved what only others could achieve in two or three years.

"It doesn't seem to take long for me to return to the sanctuary, hehe hehe .." cried Zhuo Fan.

However, just as he was fantasizing about returning to the old scene, a murderous cry suddenly sounded in his ears.

Eyebrows furrowed, Zhuo Fan looked towards the sound, and walked towards it carefully. He knew in his heart that even though he now had the skills to build five layers of foundations, but his micronations were not enough to use some of the simplest martial arts, it was not enough, and his master did not have the strength to fight back.

So it's all better to be careful. After all, he was no longer the evil Demon King.

Like a stray cat, he moved slowly to the edge of the grass, Zhuo Fan slowly turned away the weeds, and looked out. There, two groups of people faced each other.

A group of more than a dozen people, dressed as Luo guards, surrounded them with a 17 to 18 year old girl and a 5 or 6 year old boy.

The other gangs were all dressed in black, led by an old man, probably over twenty. And that old man, Zhuo Fan looked very familiar. After careful thought, she remembered that the old man was Luo's housemaid, Sun's housekeeper. The men and women surrounded by the guards were Luo Yunhai, the young master of the Luo family, and Miss Luo Yunshang.

"Well, it's no wonder that the Luo family's strict guard will also be breached by the Black Wind Mountain thief, it turns out to be a thief."

Zhuo Fan sneered in his heart, recalling his disciple Zhao Cheng again, his fists clenched tightly.

In his previous life, he was betrayed by his closest disciple, and the person he brought in this life also died because of it, which made him feel sympathy.

But soon, he shook his head, sighed, and turned to leave.

With his current strength, he could not help anyone. Moreover, he had nothing to do with the Luo family, unable to commit to selling their lives for them.

However, he had just taken two steps back, but his heart suddenly felt painful, making it difficult for him to take the third step.