Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Chapter 146 147. Ghost Hundred Hate Pearl

Author: Papaya is also a fruit

Chapter 146 147. Ghost Hundred Hate Pearl

The man with gold-rimmed glasses hesitated and dared not leave. He didn't understand why Chen Mo, the Demon Lord, wanted to help others overthrow the empire. He was afraid that all this was a conspiracy between Chen Mo and the empire, and the purpose was to completely eradicate his people.

However, judging from the performance of Chen Mo, the Demon Lord, just now, he can directly obtain information and information from dead people. The man with golden silk glasses even felt that Chen Mo could not only obtain information, but also directly obtain memory.

If it is to completely eradicate people like me, why bother to go around in a mess?

As long as the Demon Lord kills himself and draws his own memory, he can easily obtain a list of like-minded people with him. So what exactly does this Demon Lord want to do? He really let himself go so easily?

In fact, many troubles in this world come from some people who value themselves in the hearts of others too much. If they can have some self-knowledge, they can have fewer worries.

Chen Mo really doesn't care about this man with gold-rimmed glasses, so when he saw this man not leaving, Chen Mo didn't care. This man with gold-rimmed glasses likes to leave. If he thinks that watching Chen Mo's next move here is more important than completing his so-called career, then continue to wait here.

So even though the man with gold-rimmed glasses was standing not far from Chen Mo, Chen Mo still started his next move.

He looked up through the glass window and looked at the huge soul refining banner in the sky outside the window. At this moment, the soul refining banner covered the sky and covered the sun, and for this city it seemed as if the doomsday had come.

His powerful hearing, far beyond the mortals, could vaguely hear the movements of the civilians on the street fleeing wildly, and their terrified crying.

"Escape quickly!"

“It’s too dangerous here!”

"What's wrong with this world? First there were gods, but now this legendary scene like a demon appeared in the empire!"

These are relatively normal words, and Chen Mo can still hear some unscrupulous words.

"This must be the revival of spiritual energy! Ah hahaha, the opportunity is here!"

No matter what, Chen Mo still feels that the spectacular scene now has achieved what he wants to achieve.

His purpose is very simple and not complicated. First of all, Chen Mo just wants to intimidate the people in this world so that they can understand Chen Mo's strength and difficulty in provoking, so as not to wait until the world becomes chaotic, and there will be people who are blind to death every day.

The second is to give this world a shot, that is, there are really methods of cultivation or magical methods in this world, so as not to be able to spread his own skills, but none of these people know the goods and do not practice at all.

Now that Chen Mo has realized his goal, he naturally does not need to consume so much magic power to maintain the full power of the Soul Refining Banner.

So Chen Mo raised his hand and waved at the soul refining banner in the sky very casually. With this wave, the soul refining banner, which had created a scene like the end of the world, immediately rotated obediently and shrank, and finally turned into a stream of light and flew towards Chen Mo.

Chen Mo reached out and grabbed the light at will, and naturally grabbed the streamer in his hand. His palms spread out and a small banner lay quietly in Chen Mo's palm.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses who had not left yet saw Chen Mo controlling this powerful soul banner so easily. He secretly became much more profound in his heart.

He couldn't help but feel confident about what Chen Mo said to the emperor, and gradually believed that Chen Mo had the strength, but he could not understand why Chen Mo, a noble demon master, wanted to help a lower-class person like him.

After all, this man with gold-rimmed glasses doesn’t know what the Ten Thousand Demons Sacrifice God means, nor does he know what the Fuzi person means.

Chen Mo took the shrinking soul refining banner and fell to the ground. The soul refining banner without any pockets seemed to be a bag, making a jingle sound.

With the sound of this jingle, a figure was shaken off from the soul refining banner out of thin air and fell heavily on the floor.

The man in glasses looked closely and saw that the figure was either someone else or the seventh prince.

The seventh prince was shaken and fell heavily to the ground, but he did not wake up. If it weren't for his still-up chest, it proved that he was still alive, and it would really make people think that he was dead.

An ordinary person entered this soul refining banner, even if Chen Mo did not deliberately refine it.

After being impacted by the power of the Soul Refining Banner, you will naturally faint and even suffer from a certain degree of soul-leaving disease.

But this is good, so as not to scream when this person sees Chen Mo, which will defile Chen Mo's ears in vain.

Now that the seventh prince is released, it is not to see him lying on the corpse.

In addition to these seven princes, there are also the souls of hundreds of people who offended Chen Mo.

Chen Mo reached out and grabbed it in the soul banner, and suddenly saw a big hand holding the sky in a strange and bizarre space.

This hand seemed to have special magic power. Just stirring it in the soul banner, the souls drawn from the soul banner were like milk swallows and were caught by the demon claws.

Then, a green light ignited above the demon claws, which was the light formed after the combustion of the demonic energy.

This flame formed by the burning of demonic energy can easily refine the soul into a material similar to a demon. Now Chen Mo has made great progress and it is much easier to want a demon than before.

But the quality of the demons trained through this method is too low, just like mass-produced industrial defective products, which have no great potential and can only be used to pile up.

Chen Mo's strength has been limited, so Chen Mo generally does not slaughter a new person for no reason and uses it to refine demons in batches. After all, it is not worth it and it is easy to reduce merit. Now that he has experienced the benefits of merit, Chen Mo will not waste it at will.

As for this batch refining, it happened to be a coincidence. I can only say that these souls are too unlucky.

As such a faint light lit up, those souls that had lost consciousness because they were pulled out of their bodies, instinctively felt fear, just like a lamb meeting a hungry tiger, and instinctively began to tremble.

They instinctively wanted to escape, but as long as they entered this soul refining banner, there was no chance of escaping.

"Sacrifice."

As Chen Mo's lips opened lightly, a clear word was spit out, and the flame with a faint light burned to these souls.

When the flames touched, all the souls were transformed into demons, and these demon flames were as if they were contagious, one passed through two, two passed through four, and then the hundreds of souls were transformed into demons.

Sensing these demons, Chen Mo smiled like a hardworking old farmer.

It’s a pity that these demons were forcibly transformed, and none of them had the talents that real demons possessed.

As the devil was refined, Chen Mo's expression remained unchanged and his palm shook again.

A vortex with strong suction power was generated in his palm, gathering all these demons again.

"Treat!"

These hundreds of demons were frantically compressed by Chen Mo, and then refined, and finally compressed into a small green bead.

A low-grade magic weapon condensed by hundreds of demons was instantly refined.

If someone stares at this bead and looks carefully, he will clearly see the dense faces and faint firelight in the demon bead.

All this has been written for a long time, but it actually takes only a few seconds to happen.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses watching on the side saw Chen Mo reaching his hand out of thin air into the magic weapon in his hand. Then he seemed to have grabbed it randomly, and then took it out. A green bead was added to the hand that was taken out.

After the man with gold-rimmed glasses saw this pearl with a not very auspicious color, his whole body trembled, as if the pearl was like a bomb that could explode at any time.

In fact, this person's perception is not wrong, and this thing is no different from a bomb. The only difference may be that the power and form of the explosion are different.

Ghost Hundred Hate Bead: The magic weapon condensed by hundreds of batches of devils is forcibly maintained in its form by a powerful force.

After being detonated, it will release terrifying power, and hundreds of demons inside will carry out endless killings until all the demons are wiped out or their magic power is exhausted.

A disposable low-quality magic weapon.

This is Chen Mo's natural character reminds Chen Mo. It is obvious that Chen Mo went to use this thing only once, and specially strengthened its power so that the lower-grade magic weapon can exert the power of the middle-grade magic weapon, but the price is also obvious, so this thing becomes one-time.

This thing is good. When the world is in chaos, collect some souls to refine a batch of ghosts and Hate Beads.

However, Chen Mo had just had this idea, and he immediately gave up the idea.

Because as soon as the bead was taken out of the soul refining banner, Chen Mo sensed that his merits had dissipated a few strands out of thin air. It was obvious that this was the human way of punishment for Chen Mo to refine the souls of mortals without permission.

This almost made Chen Mo feel sad. No matter how many low-grade magic weapons are there, they are not as important as Chen Mo's slight merit.

Although the idea of ​​refining this thing again was completely cancelled by Chen Mo, since the one on hand has been successfully refined, it cannot be wasted.

Chen Mo put away the soul refining banner, then held the magic bead with one hand and combined the two fingers with the other into a sword finger, and gestured at the seventh prince in the air.

A magic circle appeared out of thin air on the seventh prince.

The magic circle is centered on the Seventh Prince and illuminates circles of light.

Then Chen Mo flicked his finger and the demon bead fell into the body of the seventh prince, deeply buried in the spiritual platform that ordinary people could not sense.

With the technological level of this world, it is impossible to find out that the seventh prince was tampered with by Chen Mo.

After doing all this, Chen Mo glanced at the man with gold-rimmed glasses who had not left yet.

He spoke, "Captain Zhu is coming soon."

After saying that, Chen Mo did not pay attention to the situation of the man with glasses. He took out the blood and flesh banner, waved his right hand and rolled it up. At the same time, the seventh prince turned into a bloody light.

In a blink of an eye, he returned to Xu Wenwen's side.

At this time, she was obediently following Chen Mo's instructions and staying in the protective circle set up by Chen Mo for her, holding the white bone banner left to her by Chen Mo in her hand.

The moment Chen Mo appeared, Xu Wenwen received a little fright. After seeing clearly that it was Chen Mo, she spread her arms and rushed towards Chen Mo.

This little man was too short, and his head could not be buried in Chen Mo's chest, and it was directly pressed on Chen Mo's abdomen.

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Chen Mo patted Xu Wenwen on the back and comforted her. After a while, Xu Wenwen finally came to her senses from her excitement.

Her face turned back a few steps, trying to break free from Chen Mo's arms, but Chen Mo was so tough that she didn't let go. After trying a few times, she didn't try again. However, she even had a bright red neck, which was completely ashamed.

At this moment, a golden dragon seemed to be swimming in the sky.

When he saw carefully, he was Captain Zhu rushing towards here in a hurry. In order to get on the road faster, he even directly activated his will-based martial arts.

That is why people can see it from afar, as if a golden dragon is swimming in the city.

"Hu, Hu."

After seeing Chen Mo from afar, Captain Zhu immediately put away his will-minded martial arts, stopped breathing, and did not immediately approach Chen Mo.

He was afraid that Chen Mo was still in a state of furious at this moment, so he came over and was beaten and killed by Chen Mo indiscriminately. That would be really wrong.

While gasping, he observed the situation around him. When he saw a corpse, he was already thinking about who these people were.

When he saw the seventh prince's body lying not far from Chen Mo's feet, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and it was so troublesome.

But later he breathed a sigh of relief because he saw that the seventh prince's body and chest were still undulating, which at least showed that the seventh prince was not dead yet.

As long as he didn't die, Captain Zhu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After a while, he finally calmed down his breath, so he bowed and bowed to Chen Mo, and then said respectfully: "Master Demon Lord, I will reimburse you here first, right? All of this is our responsibility. I will report to the current emperor truthfully and let him scold the seventh prince.

Can I get this sinner up now?"

Captain Zhu always wanted to take over the seventh prince first. Chen Mo, who had some plans, should have been happy, but in order to prevent people from seeing something strange, Chen Mo's own greedy personality cannot be lost.

So Chen Mo said, "You can give this person to you, but you just need to add more money."

As he said that, Chen Mo also kicked the seventh prince with his feet, and while kicking, he lost a magic power into his body.

Suddenly, the seventh prince woke up as if he had been given a heart-boosting injection.

As soon as he woke up, he felt unbearable pain all over his body. He immediately wanted to curse, but at this time a terrifying aura pressed on him, making him clearly feel that as long as he dared to scold, he would be beaten.

In an instant, he became cowardly and lay on the ground like a maggot, wriggling to stay away from the source of danger.

(End of this chapter)