The Magic Lamp Ability: Starting with One Person in the Republic of China Era

Zhou Ming controlled all the fire snakes, but at a distance, their agility was not as good as the fire eagle integrated with the spirit orb.

So the Flame Eagle spread its wings and flew directly out of the warehouse.

"Humph!"

A burly man with a buzz cut and a round face threw a punch, sending a steel ring flying out and shattering the Flame Eagle.

"Such decisiveness, it seems that thing is indeed not simple," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

The Spirit Pearl retained some of the original spell's abilities, allowing it to connect with Zhou Ming's senses and observe the situation outside the warehouse.

Unfortunately, the Flamehawk made too much noise and was spotted by the enemy the moment it went out.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Gunshots rang out continuously as both sides exchanged fire frantically.

After a long time, the bullets were about to run out, but they had bought a considerable amount of time.

"Charge in! Kill one and get a 100-dollar reward!" A shout suddenly rang out from outside.

A group of people rushed in.

"You're courting death!" Wang Wu sneered. He was riding a horse, dressed in white robes and armor, and holding a long spear.

He charged forward instantly, his spear flashing like countless stars, killing several people in a flash.

Wang Wen stood in front of Zhou Ming, not running too far, and held a crowbar in each hand to widen the area of ​​attack.

He would swing the stick at anyone who came near, and one blow would smash their head open.

After several people died, the remaining men dared not charge.

"A bunch of useless trash." Feng Qingming snorted coldly and walked into the warehouse.

"Feng Qingming, you really have audacity." Wang Wu looked down at Feng Qingming.

"Daring? I've got even more audacious ideas!" Feng Qingming sneered.

"Do you still think this is 100 years ago? Times have changed. Those prestigious sects can't even handle warlords, so how dare they challenge the Great Japanese Empire?"

"The Great Japanese Empire? You really think you're Japanese?" Wang Wen's angry voice rang out from within the armor.

"People strive to rise higher, and water flows downhill; it has always been this way." As Feng Qingming spoke, he even suddenly burst into action.

Wang Wu kept his eyes on Feng Qingming and spoke only to stall for time, naturally not letting his guard down.

He thrust the spear out with a single stroke.

Feng Qingming threw a punch, which struck the tip of the spear directly.

"Ding!" A crisp sound rang out.

A hard fist blocked the spear tip, and a steel ring shot out from the sleeve, traveling along the spear shaft and directly striking Wang Wu's hand.

Wang Wu flicked his hand, sending the incoming steel ring flying.

Feng Qingming punched Wang Wen, who was rushing over, and at the same time, he flicked his wrist, sending out steel rings that smashed the fire snakes crawling towards him.

Zhou Ming threw away the pistol in his right hand, gathered flames in both hands, and flung them out wildly.

But the flames were shattered by each punch; Feng Qingming's fists were as hard as diamonds.

"This guy is incredibly strong," Zhou Ming couldn't help but be shocked.

Fortunately, both Wang Wen and Wang Wu are masters of protracted warfare; one is a master of external martial arts, and the other is a god-mask who can transform into Zhao Yun.

Chapter 7 The Flaws of the Technique

Feng Qingming looked impatient, but he couldn't break through after a long time.

He knocked Wang Wen back with a punch, the powerful force causing the opponent to stagger back several steps, but the armor completely blocked all damage.

Just as they were about to seize the opportunity to expand their gains, Wang Wu, riding a horse, charged up. The two were locked in combat while also having to be wary of Zhou Ming's fireballs, fire snakes, and fire eagles.

Feng Qingming gradually realized that not only could he not silence them, but his own people were also being held back, and they had no chance to escape.

"Damn it!" Feng Qingming gritted his teeth and couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Where are the Japanese? We're in deep trouble, why aren't they here?"

"No need to wait anymore, the Japanese aren't coming. They've gone home to nurse." A faint voice rang out.

Wan Baoming walked in through the main gate.

"Wan Baoming!" Feng Qingming was terrified. How could the other party have arrived so quickly? He turned around and tried to run away.

But a gun pierced his head, and a fireball the size of a fist came hurtling towards him.

"Get out of my way!" Feng Qingming shouted, his face contorted with rage.

One by one, steel rings flew out, breaking through the defenses.

Zhou Ming, holding the lotus lantern, was about to make another move, but Wang Wen stopped him.

This is why Feng Qingming was able to escape, but he was already surrounded, and Wan Baoming was still standing at the gate.

In that instant of hesitation, Wanbaoming made his move.

Feng Qingming's heart tightened, and he threw a punch.

A ring with a scale-like pattern on Wan Baoming's middle finger instantly covered his entire palm, making it look as if scales had grown on his hand.

He grabbed Feng Qingming's wrist and braced his fingers against the steel ring, executing a grappling move.

A skull-shaped ring on his ring finger gleamed, and Feng Qingming felt as if he couldn't muster any strength in his entire arm.

Taking advantage of the moment, he used his other hand to dislocate both of Feng Qingming's arms, then threw a ring from his other hand.

The illusory ring that appeared directly locked Feng Qingming in place.

"Pay-to-win is absolutely dominant!" Zhou Ming couldn't help but exclaim in his heart upon seeing this scene.

At this moment, Wan Baoming looked at the three of them with a smile and walked over, saying, "Are you all alright?"

"Team leader, don't you know us? Even if we hold out for another hour, we won't get hurt," Wang Wen said with a grin.

The reason we sent those two is because they are capable of handling things.

"Team leader!" Wang Wu walked up with a serious expression. He gave a signal and the two of them walked aside. The report had just begun when Wan Baoming's expression turned serious.

Wang Wen put his arm around Zhou Ming's shoulder and said, "Zhou Ming, thanks to you, we all did a great job this time. I'll treat you to a nice meal later..."

Zhou Ming was somewhat distracted as he dealt with the situation, his mind racing as he carefully recalled the legacy of the Blood Demon Curse.

This tradition is very ancient, roughly dating back to the chaotic period between the Qin and Han dynasties, and to the reign of Emperor Wu of the Western Han dynasty, where the initial blood demon curse was formed.

It was then passed down among the tribes of Yunnan until it was completely wiped out by the Marquis of Xiping during the Ming Dynasty.

The tribe's high shaman, wanting to preserve the legacy and not wanting the Marquis of Xiping to obtain it, directly sealed this heirloom with his life.

After several hundred years, the power of the seal has long since diminished, and it is now maintained solely by the properties of the inherited artifacts, which devour the blood and energy of those who come into contact with it.

But this time, when he met Zhou Ming, the burning of the Essence Lamp directly shattered the Blood Fiend Power, and he then directly obtained the inheritance.

"Blood Fiend Talisman," Zhou Ming thought to himself.

This is the most fundamental training in the Blood Demon Curse, and the beginning of everything.

There are two cultivation methods. One is to kill people directly according to the ritual, and you can succeed in cultivation in less than half a day.

However, if one cultivates this technique with an impure foundation, one will quickly go astray and become neither human nor ghost in the process of killing others to practice the technique.

They usually don't live more than a few years. In that tradition, this method of cultivation is generally only used when the tribe is in danger.

The second method is to cultivate one's own vital energy and blood to create the first Blood Fiend Talisman.

Then, one increases their power by killing. Killing one person allows a new Blood Fiend Talisman to split off from the original Blood Fiend Talisman.

Each additional Blood Fiend Talisman increases one's strength, but also brings one closer to death.

Because the Blood Fiend Talisman cultivated is made from human blood, energy, and soul, it will inevitably be affected, increasing the risk of going into demonic possession.

However, compared to cultivating entirely through killing, this initial cultivation method, relying solely on one's own efforts, allows for a certain degree of resistance.

Those great shamans who cultivated in this way lived to be at most 40 years old, which is only a dozen or so years longer than others.

"Going astray in cultivation?" Zhou Ming frowned slightly, pondering carefully the cases of great shamans dying suddenly in the inheritance records.

“This is just a trigger, not the main reason,” Zhou Ming judged in the next instant.

The real cause of death is the disorder of Qi, the impurities formed by the fusion of Qi and blood from too many different people.

While under control, it remained unharmed; but once out of control, it immediately caused a mutation.

That's why they die, and that's why they become neither human nor ghost.

"I have the Lamp of Essence, which can completely burn other people's blood and energy to make them pure, and then absorb and refine them into talismans. Even my own blood and energy are constantly being burned and tempered, which can completely avoid the situation of sudden death due to mutation."

Zhou Ming's eyes lit up. Wouldn't this allow him to avoid death?

However, Zhou Ming had no clue about the issue of going astray in cultivation, nor did he have a solution.

"It seems we need to collect some spiritual techniques and integrate them into the data concept of the staff lamp to see if there is a corresponding solution."

Zhou Ming was extremely tempted by the Blood Demon Curse technique.

Improving one's rank by killing others is a common practice, especially since the Japanese devils deployed more than 20 troops in the Battle of Shanghai not long afterward.

Even if he only kills 2000 people, Zhou Ming can quickly become a true powerhouse.

The team leader handled the rest of the work. Zhou Ming, Wang Wen, and Wang Wu maintained order for a while, and then they went home as it was getting dark.

After get off work, Wang Wen took Zhou Ming and Wang Wu to Lao Ban Zhai.

It wasn't until late at night that Zhou Ming returned to his dormitory. After counting everything, he sat cross-legged on his bed.

“Those with average talent usually need 5 to 6 years to master the Blood Fiend Talisman. I have the Essence Lamp, but I don’t know how long it will take me to succeed.” Zhou Ming slowly closed his eyes.

Zhou Ming has a maximum of five months. If he cannot succeed in cultivating within five months, then he will have no choice but to kill people.

The next morning, Zhou Ming went to work full of energy.

"Zhou Ming, the team leader wants you to go to his office." A female voice came from inside.

Zhou Ming looked over and saw Liu Yan, the only woman in the special operations team, who was skilled in light-footed martial arts.

"Okay." Zhou Ming nodded and walked towards Wan Baoming's office.

"Boom!"