On Chengnan Street, Chilong Demon Lord, whose thoughts were troubled by the semi-saint threshold, walked very slowly.
As she walked, she was thinking about how she should gain enlightenment.
Magical power is different from fairy magic. It must not only have terrifying power that is superior to the way of heaven, but also operate with the power of laws.
To put it simply, the foundation of fairy magic is fairy power, and you can use it if you have fairy power.
If there is no immortal power, or if the immortal power is not enough, it will be canceled directly at worst.
The meridians will be damaged due to the strain, but it will never harm your life.
On the other hand, magical power must be driven by laws, and no deviations can occur during this period.
For example, where should each piece of law be placed, when should it be mobilized, when should it be integrated, and when should it be formed? There is no room for carelessness.
One wrong move and your magical power will be destroyed.
At the mildest level, the meridians are all severed and the Dantian collapses. At the most severe level, the soul is turbulent and the soul is cracked.
With Chilong Demon Lord's cultivation level of the 19th-grade True Immortal, it is not difficult to create an original immortal technique.
Especially those low-grade and medium-grade immortal arts that are not popular, she can master them in a few months, and they can be said to be at her fingertips.
The difficulty of high-grade and top-grade immortal arts is obviously higher, but she is equally confident that she will be able to deliver a satisfactory answer within a few decades.
Just like the "Dragon Thunder Scale Rain Technique" she created ten thousand years ago, it took her thirty-seven years to perfect it, and it is a well-deserved top-grade immortal technique.
However, at this time and that time, magical arts cannot replace magical powers, nor can they be integrated with semi-holy laws.
This made the Chilong Demon Lord, who had always been conceited and arrogant, feel worried. His face was full of sorrow and he had no clue.
"Hey, Suning is Suning, and I am me."
"There are two reasons why he can use the magical power of reincarnation. First, he has extremely high understanding, which is beyond my comparison."
"Secondly, he had contact with Wen Dianshi's uncle Mo Zi'ao, who was devoted to pursuing the path of reincarnation. He was both a teacher and a friend."
"Don't be arrogant that this old guy can't do anything else, but when it comes to understanding the cycle of life and death, no one in the Three Realms is as profound as him."
"Suning more or less got some inspiration from him, so he can go smoothly and everything will fall into place."
"otherwise......"
With his eyes lowered, Chilong Demon Lord unknowingly walked to the "Qingliang River" that runs through the entire Linghai City.
Looking at the slightly turbid flowing river water and the children playing nearby, she smiled bitterly and walked down the stairs covered with dead leaves.
Of course she was aware of the two wretched men following behind her. She was aware of them, but she didn't bother to pay attention to them.
At this moment, she just wants to figure out the path she wants to take, to aspire to the semi-sacred realm, what about a mere mortal, even an eighteenth level of martial arts?
Shrouded in her mind, the small world of Dongluo is within her perception.
One flower, one grass, one stone and one sand.
As long as she wants to kill someone, who can escape her grasp?
"Beauty, beauty, aren't you lonely looking at the scenery alone?"
The staggering, short Hou Zhen ran out of the flowers and grass by the river, and said with an evil smile: "Do you want my brother to accompany you?"
People who are drunk often lose control of their brains.
Regardless of where the murderous intention that descended out of thin air came from, he held the wine jar and walked towards Chilong Demon Lord and said: "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it is not as good as my wine."
"Come, have a drink with your brother."
As he spoke, he shamelessly leaned his head on Demon Lord Chilong's shoulder.
"You want to die?"
A cool breeze blew up from the spot, and the Chilong Demon Lord disappeared without a trace.
Quietly, she stood behind Hou Zhen.
The wretched man thought he was dazzled and leaned forward, turning his head in confusion.
"Hey, he ran pretty fast."
He shrugged and smiled stupidly, showing his yellow teeth.
Then he raised the wine jar and drank heavily, and gave vague instructions to his friend "Yang Guan" who was standing on the steps: "Old Yang, help me stop her."
"We agreed to take her home to give birth to a son, how could we let her run away."
The tall, burly man surnamed Yang pretended to be: "What are you stopping?"