I want to waste my life on these people. I hope that with some help, some people can succeed in cultivation. As long as they get started, nothing else matters.
The strong men in the Ten Thousand Souls Demon Sect are very low-key and don't talk nonsense.
After obtaining this top magical power.
Just concentrate on practicing.
If you really succeed in cultivation, you may be able to break out of the sky and go out from here directly to cut that hateful guy into thousands of pieces.
Having dreams is a good thing.
If there is no dream, what is the difference between it and salted fish?
Although they seem to be demon cultivators, they have no dreams. The dreams of demon cultivators are very pure, which is to become the strongest being in the sect. Even the head master has to kneel in front of him and call him daddy.
Lin Fan sacrificed his life essence and activated the eyes of the Immortal Master of Time. Time flew by. Everyone in the Qiankun Cauldron spent a long time, but for Lin Fan, it was only the blink of an eye.
Xiang Fei is really interesting enough to put this treasure directly on him, which shows that our relationship has reached that level.
But he is not bad at all. He handed over the Chaos Secret Realm to them. Although he only gave them the status of administrator, he was still pretentious enough to get benefits.
And he really doesn't look down on the accumulated mana.
The accumulation process is a bit cumbersome, requires a lot of effort, and there is a certain possibility of being discovered by others. It is difficult to proportion your efforts to your income, and you may even encounter unimaginable dangers.
I have a bad headache.
soon.
Three hundred years passed in a blink of an eye.
"Let me see how you are practicing." Lin Fan checked the situation inside the Qiankun Cauldron, hoping to perform well, otherwise he would really be scolded.
Three hundred years should be enough to cultivate a heavenly level magical power.
If a true cultivator heard what Lin Fan said, he would definitely roar.
"This kid is talking nonsense and dreaming. Heaven-level magical powers are rare in the world. Are you just a cabbage? Can you cultivate it so easily?"
Indeed.
It is very difficult to cultivate any heaven-level magical power, especially some heaven-level powers with certain characteristics. They are only suitable for certain people, and some people may not be able to comprehend them even if they sit quietly for a lifetime.
"Fuck!"
Suddenly.
Lin Fan couldn't hold back the curse words. He really couldn't help it.
There are so many people, not even one of them has succeeded in cultivation. They are just scum. Three hundred years have passed like this. I don’t ask you to reach a certain level in cultivation, but at least you can get started.
And there is no requirement for everyone to get started.
But now?
I'm really disappointed, maybe sometimes you shouldn't have too high expectations, even if there are a large number of people.
His sound also woke up everyone imprisoned in the Qiankun Cauldron.
Disrupt the rhythm of their practice.
Then came the complaints.
"Damn it, I almost got started."
A demonic cultivator roared, his words have existed from the beginning, and he has been practicing until now. He always feels that he is almost successful, but everything is nonsense.
"This magical power is extremely mysterious. If you give me a little more time, I will be able to master it completely."
"I've touched the edge."
"Me too."
I always feel like they are all living in a dream. They have practiced cultivation for three hundred years and have not even started yet, yet they still have the nerve to say it. If I believe you, it is no different than seeing a ghost.
Lin Fan opened his big hand, and his magic power surged out, instantly covering all the demonic cultivators in the Qiankun Cauldron. Then, he heard the demonic cultivators in the Qiankun Cauldron roaring.
"Damn it, since this has already happened, why do you still humiliate us like this?"
"Stop, stop it."
"Damn it."
He directly stripped off the clothes of the demon cultivator in the Qiankun Cauldron. The purpose was very simple, which was to improve the magic power. What he wanted most now was mana, and he had no need for anything else.
He doesn't take anything like fairy treasures seriously.
The Mouse Emperor Immortal gave him too many things, and they were all good things. They were nothing compared to the immortal treasures of these people. It was like the difference between a pile of mud and a treasure.
certainly.
There was also a demon cultivator who stood up straight and said proudly: "Senior, do you like people with white skin? I would like to become a flute player under your seat."
For him, being able to do such a thing must be because he is greedy for their bodies.
If you want to survive, you will naturally have to pay some price.
And the price may be very high for the body.
It doesn't matter.
As monks like us, we have to be able to pick it up and put it down. As long as we can survive, we can do whatever we want.
Bang!
The demon cultivator who just spoke was crushed into pulp by a fierce magic power as soon as he finished speaking. To Lin Fan, you are humiliating me.
really.
Someone who is so arrogant should not be let down.
Lin Fan's current method completely shocked the demon cultivators in the Qiankun Cauldron. He did not expect that the other party would actually kill people directly.
"Everyone, if you want to survive, you must fight against the other side. If you want to wait for the other side to let us go, you are dreaming."
"Let's take action."
When faced with a life-and-death decision, all demonic cultivators took action directly. Even if they were naked, they did not hesitate at all and directly used the strongest means.
"hehe!"
Lin Fan wiped it out with his big hands and pressed hard. Since there was no one who succeeded in practicing, he would just kill him.
In an instant.
Screams resounded one after another.
A scene of righteous people from the Immortal Sect slaying demons took place.
"Give me some face and some mana."
Now he can only pray to God to give him some face, and his demands are not too high. Anyway, he has no idea about the Heavenly Dao level magical power, so he can just give him some face.
No!
No!
Still nothing!
He is not in a hurry at all. The weak demon cultivator does depend on luck. What he can explode depends on luck.
If you're lucky.
perhaps……
[Linggan drop: Eighth-grade wood spiritual root.]
Waste!
Now he doesn't like these things. He has already completed his spiritual roots and condensed them into a holy immortal body. He may not want these spiritual roots when he sees them, but forget it, once he looks at the grade of this spiritual root, he knows that it is
Dropped by the weak.
The weak also have dignity.
Being able to drop things when they are about to die shows that they are very unwilling and hope to use the drops to prove the value of their existence.
Continue to kill.
As for the wails of those demonic cultivators, they naturally turned a blind eye.
He has long seen through the true identity of these demon cultivators.
The cultivation techniques are very overbearing, plundering energy and spirit, and are very overbearing methods of demonic cultivation.
kill!
[Drop magical power: Blood Poison Devil Finger.]
The grade belongs to the great supernatural power.
It's still nothing more than that. Even when he was cultivating the immortal world, he already looked down upon it, let alone coming to the immortal world. But let's just drop it. At least he has reached the peak of cultivation, and he has integrated the best of hundreds of schools, and has grown in vain.