Because he didn't know what attribute spiritual root he had, he didn't dare to practice randomly.
Frustrated, he had no choice but to focus on a small spell with no attributes.
That is the spiritual eye technique, its function is to observe whether there is magic power in the body.
And whether the magic power is deep or not, it is a purely auxiliary spell.
After Shen Luo saw the extraordinary power of the fireball technique, he also had high expectations for it.
But after actually casting the spell, Shen Luo realized that this spell was just a little trick to use magic power on the eyes.
There is no difficulty at all, it is very easy to get started.
So Shen Luo used the spiritual eye technique on his own eyes, and then used the eyes after the spell was cast to observe the condition of his body.
As a result, he saw a layer of faint white light covering his body, and the closer he got to his Dantian, the thicker the white light became.
It seems that this is the so-called magic power. Magic power is the same as true energy. It is invisible and has no quality. It can only be observed under the spiritual eye technique.
However, after one use, Shen Luo completely lost interest in it.
Because in the entire Black Qiong Sect, he was the only one who could be considered a half-immortal cultivator.
Who can he use this technique to see, except him, everyone else is practicing martial arts.
In addition to being able to continue the fireball technique, Shen Luo now does not dare to practice other spells randomly.
"I really want to know what kind of spiritual root I am!" Shen Luo sighed.
Who can understand the feeling of not being able to practice when ready-made spells are placed in front of you?
His Immortal Sutra only contains cultivation formulas and no magical powers.
The flame-loving demonic skill obtained from Mr. Zhao is a fire-attributed skill.
It not only records the cultivation methods, but also records some small spells with other attributes.
Small spells with basically five elements attributes, such as ground stabbing, water arrow, and diamond, are all recorded.
He also thought about starting to practice the flame-loving magic technique, but it was a demonic technique after all.
He is not very good at practicing this. After all, he is still considered a so-called righteous person and cannot practice it.
While Shen Luo was concentrating on practicing the fireball technique, the previous friction between the Black Qiongmen and the Black Hand Gang began to turn into a formal declaration of war.
In Musu Town, on the edge of the transition between these two forces, countless conflicts, large and small, broke out.
Many of the disciples Shen Luo had treated before were killed in this battle, which made Shen Luo sigh with emotion.
During this period of time, there was no return to the valley, and a large number of wounded were brought in every day.
Because of the increase in the number of wounded, Shen Luo's medical skills have greatly improved.
However, even with the medical skills of Shen Luo, who is as flesh and bones as the living dead, many middle and high-level people have been dismissed one after another.
They either died on the spot or died on the way because of their serious injuries.
It is said that times make heroes, and many young masters on both sides have begun to stand out and sit in the high positions of those who have fallen.
In this battle, Jiang Fugui killed many members of the Black Hand Gang, and was promoted as the leader of the hall by an exception by the senior members of the gang.
His reputation suddenly rose and he became a person respected by everyone among the new generation of disciples.
During this period, when Shen Luo was treating those disciples, he saw those people suffering from stab wounds or poison injuries.
He passed away at a young age, which made him lament the fragility of life.
He slowly made plans to leave in his heart, and he was going to pursue the road to immortality.
After all, mortal life is still too small and fragile. After all, he is not from this world and will leave sooner or later.
He has made up his mind to wait for the fierce battle between the Black Qiongmen and the Black Hand Gang, and the time of rest will be the day he leaves.
One day, after Shen Luo had treated the last wounded person, he walked into the house exhausted.
Now he just wants to lie in bed and have a good sleep. He is too tired from working non-stop for a day.
Although he is an immortal cultivator, he is still a little unable to resist.
The moment he walked into the stone house, he suddenly noticed something and became sober.
He looked at the room in front of him cautiously, and just now his extraordinary senses detected that there was someone else in this room besides him.
"Your Excellency, it would be too rude to break into my room without my permission." Shen Luo frowned and said to himself as he looked at the empty room.
After a while, when no one responded, he continued: "Since you don't want to show up, don't blame me for being merciless." After that, he spread his hand, and a palm-sized fireball appeared in his palm.
With the appearance of this small fireball, a blazing high temperature instantly emitted, and then spread throughout the room.
"Very good. Since you don't want to show up, don't blame me!"
Just when Shen Luo was about to shoot out the fireball in his hand and burn down the room.
"Whoosh!" A black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.
"You're a bit ruthless, baby. If you don't want to do anything, I'll come out." The man looked at Shen Luo in front of him and said with a smile.
When he saw the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, he took a closer look. It was a tall and thin old man.
The old man was about seventy-eight years old. He was skinny and wearing a gray robe and was looking at Shen Luo with a smile.
"Taoist Hei Ku!" Looking at the old man in front of him for some reason, Shen Luo first thought of Taoist Hei Ku that Mr. Zhao had mentioned, so he blurted out.
"Hey, you kid actually knows my existence. No wonder Zhao Ritian died in your hands." The old man in gray robe looked at the young man in front of him in surprise and said.
When Shen Luo heard the other party's answer, he was stunned.
It turned out to be Taoist Heiku, and Taoist Heiku was Mr. Zhao's guide.
The opponent is a cultivator in the late stage of Qi refining, and he has only reached the fourth level, which is the middle stage of Qi refining.
The person in front of him is not only higher in cultivation than him, but he may also have far better spells and supernatural powers than him.
If there really was a fight, I would be basically free of charge and would have no power to defend myself.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Shen Luo had no expression on his face and said calmly as if nothing had happened: "What do you want, can you avenge him?"
Now, although he looks calm and composed on the surface, he doesn't look afraid at all.
But I was panicking in my heart, that was Taoist Heiku, and if he said he was not afraid, it would be a lie.
Taoist Hei Ku did not answer Shen Luo's question, but looked at him motionless and intently.
Shen Luo met the Taoist Heiku in front of him and looked at him without saying a word.
I don't know why I felt a little panicked when he looked at me, as if the other person wanted to see through his entire soul.
"Haha, I didn't expect you to be so calm in the face of an existence like this. Not bad, not bad." Taoist Heiku suddenly spoke, looking at Shen Luo with an appreciative tone and said.
"But don't worry, I'm not here to kill you or take away your body, but to give you a chance."
"What? You said you won't kill me or take my body away? Is there still a chance to give it to me?" Shen Luo was a little confused and asked with doubts.
He had killed Mr. Zhao and now the other party came to visit him. It was really strange that he not only refused to take revenge but also gave him benefits.
