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Chapter 5 Are you a pre-Qin alchemist?Or the emissary of the underworld?
In the sky.

A round of dark sun hangs high, and the weird cyan brilliance illuminates the whole world in a gloomy and terrifying way.

A three-story villa, above the roof.

Ten white-boned black flags were planted around, eight of which emitted thin black smoke, and the other two black flags were burning like black flames.

In the middle, in the air, a black cauldron slowly rotates, with mysterious runes looming on the body of the cauldron, black mist rises from the cauldron mouth, two wisps of black mist nourish the two black fire formation flags like lines, more black mist It flowed straight down and was taken into the body by a black-robed man through the seven orifices.

"As long as there are enough ghosts as resources, it is unbelievably fast to practice the magic way."

Xu Luo opened his eyes, and there was a faint light in his dark pupils, feeling the surging mana in his body, his face was filled with joy: "I have entered the second layer of Huaqi in just a few days, and I will be able to enter in a short time. Mid-gasification."

In the realm of gas transformation, the first three levels of refining mana, pay attention to a certain amount.

The fourth, fifth and sixth floors pay attention to one quality.

For other mages, entering three or four is a hurdle, the so-called bottleneck, because it needs to extract the ghosts of many living people and refine them before they can break through.

In the world of practice, drawing souls is a very risky technical task. There are too many monks in the magic way, not enough for mortals, and there are too many monks and few flesh.

What's more, once the altar is opened and the formation is set up, it will be easy to attract those monks of the righteous way. At that time, the ghosts may not be drawn, and a small life will have to be taken.

For Xu Luo, this problem does not exist at all. In the apocalyptic world, there are ghosts everywhere, and there is no need to smoke or even grab them. Those ghosts will come to suck your vitality by themselves.

What a bottleneck is not a bottleneck.

Directly refine the ghost and push it all the way.

If ten ways are not enough, then twenty ways, twenty ways, then fifty ways, and fifty ways are not enough, then one hundred ways.

Unlimited resources, just so arrogant, so willful!
"Ok?"

Noticing something strange, he looked over and saw two black fire-like formation flags, one of which had been extinguished and black smoke began to rise, Xu Luo laughed and said, "Take another side."

Stretching out his hand, he pinched his five fingers, and the brilliance lingered on his fingertips like a ghostly fire, and then he swiped a formula and hit the soul cauldron, breaking a nourishing chain in a blink of an eye.

"Nine puppet flags of Yin Shahun have been cultivated, and the last one is left."

Xu Luo stood up, pinched the magic formula again and again, and simply let the ghost essence in the soul cauldron nourish the last formation flag with all its strength.

Sacrifice and refine the puppet flag of Yin Sha Soul, it is not difficult to say, but it is not easy to say.

You only need to refine a ghost into a womb, blend it into the formation flag, and then feed it with a lot of ghosts until it grows a yin shame.

In the world of practice, at least 100 ghosts are needed to raise a flag of shame, and thousands of ghosts are needed to sacrifice ten flags of shame. , it needs countless ghosts to feed continuously.

The reason why there are fewer and fewer monks who take the path of ghosts in the way of magic is because ghosts are too difficult to deal with.

Xu Luo has now raised the nine formation flags to shame, and each formation flag only uses nine ghosts.

The reason is simple.

The ghosts of mundane mortals are of average quality.

The ghosts in the doomsday world, I don’t know if it’s because they are nourished by the dark sun all the year round, almost every one of them is full of yin energy, full of energy, ferocious and powerful, full of wildness, can be called the best accumulation, casual The essence refined by one ghost is richer than that of more than ten ordinary ghosts.

"It's done!"

Under the full nourishment of the Soul Cauldron, the last formation flag also successfully cultivated Yin Gui. At this moment, on the roof of the villa, the ten bone formation flags were all emitting eerie black smoke.

Xu Luo put away the Soul Cauldron, rubbed his hands together, feeling a little excited: "Now is the time to witness the miracle, let's see how strong the Yin Gui is refined."

Taking a deep breath, he typed out a formula, and shouted: "Get up!"

Whoa!
The ten bone-and-black flags instantly ignited a gloomy fire, and the array flags jumped from a height of more than one foot to a giant of three meters. There was billowing black smoke.

Each white-boned black flag is like a gloomy tornado. When it spins, the black smoke-like guilt is like a dragon baring its teeth and claws inside, making a scalp-numbing scream.

"The movement...is it so big?"

Looking at the ten tornadoes whistling and whirling around, Xu Luo was astonished. He carefully felt the power of the ten tornadoes, and his heart set off even more turbulent waves.

He originally thought that the Yin Gui produced by the sacrifice should be very weak, but he never thought that, after feeling it, he was surprised to find that the strength of each Yin Gui was comparable to that of a monk in the realm of nourishing Qi.

"Is it because the quality of ghosts in the doomsday world is better? That's why the ghosts refined from sacrifices are so powerful?"

Is it strong?
Maybe not so strong now.

You must know that this is just a newly raised Yin Gui, who is still in the baby stage waiting to be fed, and is already comparable to a monk in the realm of nourishing Qi. If he grows up in the future, is it okay?
Xu Luo resisted the shock in his heart, and as he played out one after another, the black wind swept through the tornado and changed in mid-air, sometimes turning into a huge black hand, sometimes turning into a bloody mouth.

"With ten flags of Yin Gui, I have ten more helpers. When Yin Gui grows up, no matter who I fight with, I will have the strength to fight!"

If before, he was only 90.00% sure of killing Chen Hongfei, now he is [-]% sure.

Even if Chen Hongfei has some powerful magic weapon in his hand, he is not afraid.

Xu Luo originally wanted to try the Ten Directions Soul Devouring Formation, but suddenly, a light refracted from a distance.

"Someone!"

With a thought, he put the ten white bones and black flags in his bag, squinted his eyes and looked around, and found a team in the distance coming towards this side.

"survivor?"

It has been almost half a year since he discovered the doomsday world. In such a long time, he has only seen a few waves of survivors. Without exception, they were all sucked dry by the ghosts, and they all turned into ghosts themselves in the end.

As the team approached, Xu Luo gradually realized that it was a team of more than 40 people.

Two motorcycles led the charge, and the people behind each rode their horses.

Xu Luo didn't hide, just stood on the roof and waited.

What a joke.

The future patriarch of the Demon Dao would have no reason to hide when he sees ordinary people. Besides, in this doomsday world, there are ghosts everywhere, and he really wants to see living people.

soon.

The survivor team came near the villa, Xu Luo thought for a moment, and jumped off the roof.

It didn't matter that he jumped, it really scared the other party, they all showed the weapons in their hands, most of them were carrying machetes, some were holding crossbows, and some were holding rifles.

"A man or a ghost?"

A woman jumped off a horse, with a ponytail tied up, wearing a camouflage coat on her upper body, jeans on her lower body, and boots, with a dagger hanging on each side, a gun holster on her waist, and a half moon on her back scabbard.

She stared at Xu Luo and shouted: "If it's a human, speak up!"

"I am a human being, a living human being!"

Xu Luo once heard from other survivors that some ghosts in this world will turn into ghosts after they grow up. These ghosts can attach themselves to corpses, and they look just like normal people except they can't speak.

Hearing his words, the survivor team secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

The leading woman frowned, stared suspiciously, and asked, "What happened to the roof just now? I clearly saw many ghosts, why did they disappear all of a sudden?"

Xu Luo couldn't answer this question for a while.

It can't be said that those just now are not ghosts, but ghosts made by oneself, right?

"you……"

A tall muscular man came over, staring at a pair of tiger eyes, looked up and down at Xu Luo who looked mysterious in a black robe, poked his head, and asked cautiously: "Are you an alchemist from the pre-Qin period?"

In a word, Xu Luo was dumbfounded.

What's the situation, why even the pre-Qin alchemists appeared.

"A Taoist priest from Maoshan?"

The muscular man continued to ask: "Or... the exorcist of the Dragon Clan?"

Seeing him standing there motionless, the muscular man's expression darkened, he stepped back a few steps, and asked tentatively, "You are...the emissary of the underworld, right?"

(End of this chapter)