MTL - Devil Seeds-Chapter 1 magic value

  Chapter 1 magic value

   The night is hazy, and the moonlight is ambiguous.

  The stray cats outside the wall also became artificial.

  Zhao Laoliu rubbed his hands, and impatiently lifted the girl's scarf.

what····!

  The shrill scream pierced the quiet night sky.

  The broken tiles on the roof were also shaken off a few pieces.

  The boy in the yard next door sighed and opened his eyes.

   Then he picked up the pen and paper on the table, and recorded his situation and gains in words that were completely different from this world.

  Host: Ke Xiaoliang.

  Sect he belongs to: Ten Demon Sects.

Skills: Phantom Clone (not unlocked), Whispering Magic Voice (not unlocked), Immortal Demon (not unlocked), Virtual Reality Transformation (not unlocked), Body Like Steel (not unlocked), Magic Body Variations (not unlocked) .

  Gold Finger: A calabash vine, the effect is unknown.

  Magic index: 75 (Zhao Laoliu provides 15 points, if you make persistent efforts today and tomorrow, you may gain another 10 points).

  Looking at the 'system' panel data written by himself, Ke Xiaoliang looked up at the moon and sighed.

  For the devil seed in the body to breed, it needs at least a thousand points of magic index.

   Only when the devil seed is bred, turned into vitality, and aura is produced, can one start to practice, which can barely be called the first level of Qi training. Only with the true magic energy, can one learn the 'skills' in the above list and become a real monk of the magic sect, which will make people in the righteous way frightened, and let the righteous chivalrous women pinch their legs and cover their chests.

   It took less than three days to be reborn, and there were still five days left before the ten demon sect's demon seed inspection.

  After five days, the disciples who have not given birth to vitality from the demon seeds will be 'recycled', either sent to the medicine house for refining blood pills, or thrown directly to the ghost stream to feed wandering ghosts.

  The best result is just throwing it to the women in Yuhua Palace as a cauldron to practice kung fu.

  It won’t be the case that after death, the soul will be drawn out to make a murderous ghost, but it will still be a green-headed ghost.

  The ex was a holy mother, she entered the magic sect and was devoted to the righteous way. During the two full months of pregnancy, she actually went to do good deeds, hoping to be seen by the righteous masters passing by, take her away from the devil's den, and walk on the right way again....

   I was also delusional.

"Zhao Laoliu is just a mortal, and he is addicted to wine, **** and wealth. His body has long since been hollowed out, and his willpower is almost zero. I just use the method of cursing and disgusting next door every night to curse him to have nightmares. The magic value obtained is also very limited. If you want to get rich overnight and meet the breeding needs of demon seeds, you have to find real monks and get the wool from them." Thinking of this, Ke Xiaoliang added another note to the paper. Pen.

  Mission: Randomly select a lucky 'guest' to act as a leek and harvest enough magic points from the other party.

  The so-called magic value, in a broad sense, is a kind of spiritual energy that is dissipated when the individual is targeted by the monks of the magic gate when the mind is lost.

  Because fear, fear, and anger are the main points, it is defined by Ke Xiaoliang as the magic value.

   Thinking of cutting leeks, Ke Xiaoliang himself is a big leek.

  Of course, that was the fault of his predecessor, Ke Xiaoliang.

  He was cut to death by cutting leeks.

  Assuming that the normal willpower of ordinary people is ten, then the magical value generated each time cannot exceed ten.

   Otherwise, it is easy to go crazy, collapse, blacken or change your temperament.

   If eight or nine magical points are continuously harvested for a long period of time for more than ten days, then the harvested person may be directly beaten to death.

  The ex is just an ordinary person. Although he has mastered some superficial magic spells, he is still in the category of ordinary people, not truly extraordinary.

  Even if the will is a little firmer than ordinary people, it is still limited.

  In this small town where the disciples from the outer sects of the Ten Demon Sects are stocked, the most suitable 'leeks' are actually those brothers from the same sect. And the predecessor, the silly Baitian, died after being harvested several times in turn, and became the most humble and insignificant sacrifice in the outer test.

  Boom boom boom!

  In the middle of the night, the peach talisman at the door, without any surprise, was knocked by the dark wind.

  At the gate of the courtyard, the lantern stained with black dog blood kept swaying up and down in the weird night wind.

   "Here we come again!" Ke Xiaoliang knew who it was.

   On the first day he traveled here, he was indeed taken aback.

  But now, he is very clear that the person who did it is just playing tricks.

   Even if the demon seed is successfully activated, the demon's true qi is born in the body. Without the help of an expert from the demon's sect, it is difficult to generate mana from the demon's true qi.

   Without mana, you can only use the 'skills' attached to the magic seed itself, and you can get random fragments of 'skills', that is, incomplete skills. Only through continuous practice and improvement of cultivation can it be possible to fully master one or more skills.

  The role of mana is to drive external objects such as talismans, ghosts, demons, puppets, and weapons.

   These are the most commonly used methods by practitioners.

  The courtyard door kept creaking and creaking.

  In the whimpering wind, it was as if something was whispering in the dark night.

  Ke Xiaoliang yawned big, touched the gum in the corner of his eyes, and flicked the dirt with his fingers.

  Take out a mirror and touch my temples... As expected, he is still a handsome guy. The sense of incompatibility from time travel is swept away again, followed by a full sense of substitution.

  Ugly people are always frowning everywhere, but handsome people are always chic.

  Ke Xiaoliang, who was admiring himself, didn't seem to notice at this moment that a girl with a white face and a very white...white body, holding a black paper umbrella, suddenly appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

  She looked warily at the two big lanterns at the door.

  Looking at the two black Lala dogs painted on the lantern in amazement, he doesn't seem to understand why the image of a tengu is portrayed in such a way.

   "It's getting deeper and the dew is heavy, and the cold wind is threatening. Don't you invite my servant to sit in the house?" The woman stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted at Ke Xiaoliang who was still admiring herself.

  The voice can be said to be extremely charming.

  Ke Xiaoliang yawned again.

  Because of the fault of his predecessor, he was so depleted that he couldn't stay up late at all.

  As we all know, cultivating immortals has to stay up late.

  If you can’t stay up all night, what kind of fairy can you cultivate?

  If you don’t practice immortality, how can you stay up all night?

   So, it's really an endless loop.

   "I'm sorry, seeing how handsome I am, you should understand that I am not a good person. Because of my handsome appearance, I am not allowed to live so kindly. So you should go to another house!" Ke Xiaoliang said through the courtyard gate.

  The woman giggled and said: "How can a bad person say that he is a bad person? The son is not good, and the slave...but he is not a decent person!"

   While speaking, he was still winking at Ke Xiaoliang.

  This is no longer a hint, but an explicit indication of the chariot and horses.

   "It's okay to let you in."

   "But you put on a show for me first." Ke Xiaoliang said.

  The woman charmingly slid her slender fingers across her delicate neck, as if she was about to break the apron rope hanging around her neck, exposing the looming peaks under the apron to the innocent moonlight.

   It seems to be hinting at Ke Xiaoliang, what kind of program she can perform.

   "My family...follow your master's orders." The woman said softly.

  Ke Xiaoliang thought for a while, and then said: "Then perform a handstand diarrhea for me!"

   "Huh...huh?" The woman was stunned.

  In an attic at the far end of the small town, the sinister man who was holding a female doll and controlling it remotely was also stunned.

   "Ding! Your magical value has reached three points!" Ke Xiaoliang dubbed himself a voice, and added a three after the number seventy-five on the paper.

   "You're playing tricks on me!" The woman was furious, her long hair flew flying, her face was exposed with blue veins, her hands grew slender and sharp nails, and she slashed towards the courtyard door vigorously.

   At the same time, a strong wind blew out the candles in the lanterns.

   It was as if God was helping her!

  The gate of the courtyard suddenly dimmed.

  Only moonlight and starlight, still shining coldly.

Snapped!

  The gate of the courtyard made of bamboo slices was shattered.

   And in the cracks, the fine sand soaked in the blood of the black dog also splashed everywhere.

  The woman who looked bright and charming at first started to rot flesh and blood all over her body.

  The fine sand soaked in dog blood fell on her body, making a chirping, chirping sound. It was like a soldering iron dropped on pigskin.

  The woman was so angry that she turned into a gust of wind and was swept into the courtyard. She was about to stab Ke Xiaoliang to death with her claws through her heart.

   I don’t care about the long flow of water!

   She just wants revenge.

  But he didn't notice that there was something strange on the ground under his feet.

  The foot is loose.

   fell upside down into a hole in the ground.

   There is a hot oil pan in the hole.

  The woman just fell into the frying pan, and was cooked thoroughly in no time.

   Gradually, the so-called woman disappeared completely, and what was floating in the oil pan was clearly a white snake about three feet long.

  In the attic far away, the sinister man holding the doll vomited blood, the doll in his hand was completely shattered, and inside the doll's stomach was a pile of white larvae.

  At the same time, the imprint of the demon seed that emerged between the man's brows also flickered a few times, and finally disappeared completely with a puff.

   "The magic value has arrived at seventy!" Ke Xiaoliang added another seventy after adding three.

   Now, he has one hundred and forty-eight points of magic, and he is still eight hundred and fifty-two points away from activating the magic seed.

   "A good leek will be cut off in one stubble... sad!" Ke Xiaoliang looked up at the sky, quite sad.

   Then he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the tattoo on his arm that looked like a gourd vine.

   Gritting his teeth, he poured all the magic points into the gourd vine tattoo.

  In an instant, gourd vines began to grow slowly around his arm.

  A small purple flower blooms on the gourd vine.

   Then after the petals fell, a small gourd grew.

   Ask for recommendations and favorites as usual.

   Fan Jia is the pain and regret in Waste Paper's heart.

   Wastepaper used to expect a lot from it, but... wastepaper overestimated itself and underestimated the general trend and the crushing power brought about by it.

   The public? minority? Who defined these, and who is being defined?

   The new book sets sail and fights again without anger.

   A new dream has been born, and I look forward to... I look forward to everyone working with the waste paper to protect this new dream.

thank you all!

   The rewards for the previous book will be changed, and the waste paper will be added in this book.

   New books will be rewarded with more updates, every 3,000 for collections will add one update, and every 3,000 recommended votes will add one update.

   Go to the **** new book period, go to the **** time to develop, go to the fucking....

   The waste paper is getting old, but still willing to give up his life to accompany the gentleman. Would you all be willing to work with me, take a chance, and wait for a miracle?

  (end of this chapter)