The Mountain of Ten Thousand Demons.
The Yinming Ghost Sect.
A huge cave house is full of ghosts.
Lu Li frowned slightly and stood in the middle of the hall with his head lowered.
Just like him, the other nine disciples beside him also looked nervous and uneasy, and did not dare to breathe.
In front of them, an old man in black robes sat on a big bone chair, his eyes were as scarlet as ghosts, and his whole body exuded a terrifying pressure like a mountain.
This man is Lu Li's master, the real ghost demon, a late-stage Jindan cultivator, and a bloodthirsty and murderous person.
If something doesn't go his way, he will kill someone to vent his anger.
"March has arrived. Today, my teacher is here to check your cultivation."
The demon master spoke.
The voice was cold and biting, as if it would freeze a person's soul into ice.
As he spoke, he raised his hand and pointed: "Xiao Yan, you come first."
"yes."
The disciple whose name was called responded, took a step forward with fear and fear, and said with great respect: "Master, this disciple specializes in the Blood-devouring Demon Technique. Please examine it, Master."
After saying that, he started to perform the exercises.
Wow.
Along with the sound of the river surging, a stream of bright red blood emerged from between his eyebrows, lingering around his body, spinning constantly and very flexibly.
This is the blood-devouring demonic energy produced by the blood-devouring demon technique.
The envoy goes out and pounces on the enemy, and can drain the enemy's energy and blood in the blink of an eye, which is very weird and terrifying.
"More than enough dexterity, but not enough demonic power, I will have to drink more blood in the future, preferably the blood of a cultivator."
Demon Master said coldly.
"Disciple thanks Master for your guidance."
The entry-level disciple named Xiao Yan wiped his sweat, bowed respectfully, and returned to the queue.
"Han Li, come here."
Then, the demon master named another person.
An entry-level disciple named Han Li walked out of the array, his face pale, and he bowed tremblingly: "This disciple is practicing the White Bone Heart-Destroying Palm. Please test it, Master."
Afterwards, he began to practice his skills in the hall, with fierce strength and sharp moves.
But just in the middle of the trick, the demon master coldly snorted: "Huh, your Bone Heart-Destroying Palm is soft and soft, without a trace of murderous intent. I guess you usually just test it with chickens, ducks, tigers and leopards, so what use do you have!"
The words fell.
Whoosh.
A stream of black energy flew out from his body and turned into a ten-meter-long giant black energy snake halfway up the path. It opened its ferocious mouth and swallowed the entry-level disciple in one gulp.
"Ah! Master, please don't..."
The beginner disciple only had time to scream before he was swallowed into the snake's belly.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, the black gas giant snake circled, shrunk, and turned into a drop of blood, slowly flying back to the demon master.
The real ghost demon opened his mouth and sucked it, then swallowed the drop of blood into his stomach. His scarlet eyes shot out a cold light: "Humph, I don't accept waste under my sect! If you don't practice hard, this is what you will end up with!"
"Disciple understands."
All the disciples quickly paid their respects.
Some people were so frightened that they started to tremble all over.
At the end of the array, although Lu Li was not trembling, his face was bitter.
With a silent thought in his mind, he summoned the system panel.
Host: land carp.
Realm, one level of Qi refining.
Blood-devouring Demon Skill: Level 1 (progress 1%).
Bone Heart-Destroying Palm: Level 1 (progress 5%).
Seven Killing Fist: Level 1 (Progress 0%).
Ghostly Ghost Step: First level (progress 10%).
The system panel is simple.
But it is indeed his plug-in.
That's right, Lu Li came through time.
Before time travel, he was a game developer and was developing a hang-up game, but died suddenly.
After traveling through time, he became an entry-level disciple of the Yinming Ghost Sect.
The game he just developed has become his plug-in. Once you learn any technique, you can practice it on your own.
but:
"Because your Blood Devouring Demonic Skill did not absorb human blood, you are in a low mood and your practice has regressed."
"Your Bone-Destroying Heart Palm, because you only kill chickens and ducks, you are not satisfied and there is no progress in your cultivation."
"Your Seven Killing Fist is very dissatisfied with your kind heart, and your practice has regressed."
"Your Spirit Ghost Shadow Step, because it is not integrated with the power of the ghost ghost, has insufficient energy, and there is no progress in practice."
Looking at the records on the system log, Lu Li sighed secretly.
He really couldn't get over his own hurdle.
Moreover, he is so weak that he cannot even defeat the handymen of the outer sect. Even if he is ruthless enough to practice magic skills, he cannot kill anyone.
Just as he was thinking about it, a scream of 'ah' came into his ears.
Another person was swallowed!
Lu Li looked up and found that there were two people left, and it was his turn.
Are you going to die again?
Looking at the real ghost on the bone chair, Lu Li felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
"Hmph, the Seven Killing Fist kills yourself first and then kills others. What the hell are you doing with your practice? Die!"
The demon master snorted coldly.
boom.
The introductory disciple who had just gone up to practice the technique exploded and died.
It didn't take long.
"The phantom's steps are as fast as those of a ghost, but your steps are even slower than my grandma who has been dead for many years. Die!"
The murderous voice of the demon master sounded again.
boom.
Another entry-level disciple exploded on the spot, turning into blood mist that filled the sky, and was directly sucked up by the angry demon master.
Then, a cold and piercing gaze shot at Lu Li.
Lu Li sighed secretly in his heart and turned a little pale.
It's his turn!
"Huh? Lu Li, what are you doing? The four magic skills I taught you have made no progress at all?" Suddenly, the ghost master flashed in front of Lu Li and asked sullenly.
"..."
Lu Li smiled bitterly, not knowing how to answer.
Could it be that I am a good person and not suitable for practicing magic?
Saying this will definitely kill you.
Therefore, Lu Li thought about it, mustered up his courage, and bowed solemnly: "Master, I have thoroughly understood the technique. Please give me another month. I will definitely satisfy the Master!"
"Hmph! If I hadn't seen that you have good qualifications, I would have slapped you into a pumpkin pie! If I give you another month, if you fail to practice, I will skin you and make you into a straw man!"
Demon Master said grimly.
Peel off the skin and fill it with grass?
When Lu Li heard this, his heart trembled and his face turned pale.
Uh-huh.
The real ghost demon flashed and retreated to the big bone chair with a cold look: "I am very dissatisfied with this inspection! Next month, you will still be such useless people and you will all die! Get out!"
After saying that, he waved his hand.
The wind picked up.
In an instant, the remaining seven disciples were swept out of the cave.
"Disciple resigns."
The seven disciples didn't dare to get angry. They bowed their hands again and then dared to turn around and leave.
Before leaving, several fellow disciples glanced at Lu Li with gloating eyes.
In the Yinming Gui Sect, a Jindan elder usually only accepts two or three disciples at a time. They wish that Lu Li, a well-qualified guy, would die early and then become the true disciple of Gui Mo Zhenren.
What to do now?
Lu Li stood halfway up the mountain, looking at the endless sea of clouds in front of him, feeling confused for a while.
Do we just have to wait to die?
Time travel again?
However, the Yinming Ghost Sect is a sect within the Demon Sect that specializes in raising ghosts and refining their souls. If they were killed by the Demon Realm, they would definitely lose their souls.
Can we travel through time again?
Besides, in this world of immortals and demons, if you don’t cultivate immortality, wouldn’t your trip be in vain?
Thinking of this, Lu Li was a little reluctant.
You have to practice hard!
But even if I work hard, I won't be able to improve my cultivation much in a month.
After much thought, the only way is to choose a magic skill that suits you, practice it quickly, and show a progress that satisfies the demon master.
I have to go to the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion again!
Having made up his mind, Lu Li followed the mountain path and walked quickly towards the Sutra-Tiding Pavilion.
