Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Chapter 1 1. Demon cultivators in the Dharma-ending era, that is also demon cultivators

This is a living room, the area is not too small, but it may be because of the light, which makes the room look a bit cold.

The layout of the room is not luxurious, but it is not very simple. It can be seen that the owner of the room has devoted a lot of affection to this house.

It is true, after all, in today's society, an ordinary person can still have a house of his own, and everyone will cherish it very much.

"Gollum, Gollum."

A figure was sitting at the dining table in the living room, devouring it.

This is a very sturdy white man. He has yellow hair and is more than two meters tall. He only wears a white vest on his upper body, revealing a lot of muscles, and a pair of camouflage pants on his lower body. .

There is a revolver and a camouflage travel bag on the table where the strong man eats noodles.

And on the floor beside him lay a half-dead man.

The man fell into a pool of blood, and he covered his injured thigh with his hands, but this couldn't stop the blood from flowing at all.

Obviously, if this man can't get timely treatment, he will die soon.

"call!"

The strong man picked up the bowl and drank the last mouthful of noodle soup.

A satisfied smile was revealed, and the smile was very pure, that is the purity of a hungry person who is finally full.

"Who are you? What do you want? If I have it, I'll give it to you."

Chen Mo, who was lying on the ground, resisted the pain and spoke weakly. Chen Mo was afraid that this white man would not understand Chinese, so he even repeated it in English.

For the strong man who broke into his house suddenly and shot himself, Chen Mo's biggest thought at the moment was not hatred and fear, but inexplicable.

My community is a high-end community, not an ordinary community where the security guards can add up a mouthful of teeth. Why can this person break in easily, and this person pushes the door of his room so easily, as if It was as if the door of his own room had not been closed at all.

He, Chen Mo, is indeed the first descendant of the Demon Sect, and he has indeed inherited various cultivation methods and secret techniques of the Demon Sect.

But in this degenerate era, everyone is struggling to make ends meet, and there is no natural talent and earthly treasure to compete for. Although Chen Mo is a demon cultivator, he is a demon cultivator, and he is not an evil cultivator. Naturally, he will not use the method practiced by anyone , Of course, it is also possible that Chen Mo does not want to be on the "Today's Statement" column.

So although Chen Mo is an orthodox demonic monk, he miraculously doesn't even have a single enemy.

As for asking for money, it is even more inexplicable. Although the neighborhood where Chen Mo lives is a high-end neighborhood, Chen Mo is really not a rich man.

The life of real cultivators these days is not very satisfactory, and most of the real cultivators are not even as good as the eloquent fake cultivators.

In true cultivation, Taoism and Buddhism are not bad. After all, they are considered decent schools, with foundations and believers, and the country is willing to support and promote them, just in case the spiritual energy recovers.

After all, in the Blue Star where Chen Mo is located, there is indeed evidence to record the existence of Immortal Cultivation, but suddenly, the Dharma has come to an end, and the spiritual energy has dried up, and no one knows when the spiritual energy will return.

And a Demon Sect like Chen Mo has a hard time living. He can still go out and tell the country that he is the descendant of the Demon Sect of several generations, and then let the country support it?

Since it is impossible to seek revenge, nor is it possible to seek money, then why did this strong man break into his room.

Moreover, the gangster shot directly at himself as soon as he entered the room. The gunshots were loud, which was a little too arrogant. After all, this is a country that bans guns.

Also, it has been several minutes, why is there still no movement in the corridor, and there is a police station in front of my community, why hasn't the police been dispatched yet?
Just when Chen Mo's thoughts were spinning, the strong man spoke.

"I thought it was written on the door what kind of dangerous place bloodworms would be, but it turned out to be just the room of an ordinary person like you."

The strong man sneered, stood up, reached out and opened the travel bag on the table, and took out a roll of gauze from it.

The strong man walked to Chen Mo's side, speaking not-so-fluent Chinese.

"Come on, let me bandage you, so that you can live longer, and my harvest can be fresher for a longer period of time. We still have seven pleasant days to live!"

Speaking of this, the strong white man showed his white teeth to Chen Mo, looking so ferocious and greedy.

Looking at Chen Mo's eyes, it seems that he is not looking at a person at all, but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

The strong man squatted down, intending to put a bandage on Chen Mo's thigh.

"Don't think about sneak attacking me or anything, that will only make you more painful before you die. Even for a trained soldier, with your current blood loss, it's the limit to not be unconscious, and you still can't help it." To be able to speak, to be honest, it really surprised me. Can we all save trouble?"

"You're right, this amount of bleeding is indeed too fake!"

Chen Mo spoke again, but this time there was no weakness in his words anymore, instead it gave people a feeling of being full of energy, even a little domineering.

The strong white man suddenly realized something was wrong, and an extremely dangerous feeling came from the originally very weak man on the ground.

The strong white man subconsciously turned around and rushed towards the dining table. The revolver on the dining table was his greatest confidence.

When people are frightened, they always subconsciously move closer to what they think is the biggest support.

It's a pity that he woke up too late. Since Chen Mo stopped pretending at the showdown, he naturally wouldn't give this strong man a chance to resist.

The floor was originally covered with Chen Mo's blood, but now the blood started to squirm.

The blood turned into long and thin red thread-like things, but they writhed like living things like bugs.

These insect-like red threads instantly rushed towards the strong white man like a poisonous snake.

It is Chen Mo's hole card, [Thousand Silk Blood].

[Thousand Silk Blood]: Take a thousand silk worm egg and hatch it with the blood of the subject's fingertips.The hatched worms need to be fed blood food immediately, and the blood food is better for strong animals. After that, feed the worms with blood and blood every month. When the worms become adults, one worm can have the ability to feed livestock strength.Do not allow people to feed, easy to backbite.

When the thousands of filarial worms become adults, they can be given to relatives and servants to integrate into themselves, so as to strengthen the body and nourish the body.

Speaking of which, in the era when aura still existed, this secret method was actually a small method that was not considered by demon cultivators at all. It was only used to seek benefits for relatives, servants, etc.

In this dharma-ending era, because the thousand-filament worm can survive without spiritual energy, and has some supernatural powers, it is naturally considered a supernatural power.

Chen Mo practiced Qiansi blood when he was 12 years old. At that time, his master fed him a big buffalo as blood food.The big buffalo was carefully selected by the master, and it cost him tens of thousands, but he didn't love him to death.

Chen Mo actually asked his master why he didn't find an elephant for him. At that time, his master knocked Chen Mo on the head. It is illegal to kill an elephant!
No matter how strong this strong man is, he is naturally no bigger than a big buffalo. In just a moment, this big white man was tied up by Chen Mo's thousand silkworms and hung in mid-air out of thin air.

"About the door you mentioned and the situation of this place, I hope you can tell me the truth. This will save me a lot of effort, and you will also save a lot of pain."

Chen Mo stood up from the floor where he lay down, and showed a warm smile to the strong white man.

There was nothing ferocious in this smile, but it made the strong white man feel an incomparable chill in his heart.

(End of this chapter)